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Show My Love For You Pt. 5

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Show My Love For You Pt.5

I woke up, the sunlight peeking through the curtains. I reached for my phone to look at the time. It was only 7:15 AM. I laid back on the bed, looking at the ceiling, feeling blissful from what happened in this bed a few hours earlier. The way Jey’s lips met mine, the way he had me shaking beneath him as he made me cum over again for him. The way I didn’t want to leave his arms and he didn't want to leave mine.

Instead, he’s in the room next to mine, laying in his bed with her. He’s probably holding her in his arms. My heart felt as if it was breaking at the thought of that. I am at a war with my heart and mind. My mind's telling me that even though it happened again, and even though this time felt different than the first, that I shouldn’t read too much into it. But my heart, oh my heart is telling me that this may be something, because the way we didn’t want to part was very telling.

As I sat up in the bed, I noticed Jey’s Niu-Tat shirt still on the bed. I folded it up, setting it to the side but not before putting it to my face, it still smelled like him, Jey always smelled good. My body shook thinking of how he felt good, too, his body perfectly fitting mine like he belonged there, leaving him almost breathless as he did me. His moans almost woke the whole house, as did mine, but thankfully he had his phone playing music, a song that I couldn’t get out of my head now.

“I'm talkin' that one on one

I'm talkin' that all you need

I'm talkin' that all you want

I'm talkin' 'bout you and me

So come and get all this love, yeah”

I got out of the bed, walking over to the bathroom that was in my room. I looked in the mirror, the bruise on my cheek looking worse than ever. I washed my face, patted it dry then applied my makeup. As I came out of the bathroom, Jey walked into the bedroom causing me to jump. “Oh shit!” I said, as I put my hand to my chest, trying to get my heartrate back to normal.

Jey reached out to me, holding my arms and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that, I came in to check in on you.” I looked into his eyes and said, “Yeah, I’m okay, are you?” he smiled and said, “I am now that I see your face. I couldn’t get you off my mind last night. Had a hard time sleeping.” And while we are being honest, he was all I could think about after he left my room last night. I felt Jey’s hand gently grab mine, bringing it up to his lips.

I blushed, and tried not to gasp as I looked in his eyes while he kissed my hand...my knees got weak as I looked in his eyes. My heart and my brain started beefing again as I have a million thoughts running in my mind. I wanted Jey to rip my clothes off and take me again right there. But, my brain is telling me that all of this will end our friendship.

Jey looked at me, he could see that I was in my thoughts. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” I slowly pulled my hand away and said, “No, it’s just I- .”

Just then the sound of a door opening from the hallway. Jey backed away from me to peep through the door. It was Jimmy, who headed downstairs.

The almost caught moment had me anxious. We knew we had to leave this room. Jey tiptoed quietly out of my room, heading downstairs. I followed shortly after him. As I reached the last step, Jey grabbed me, leading me to his hallway.

I looked at Jey and said, “Maybe we shouldn’t keep being this close, especially with your family and girlfriend around.”

“What if I don’t mind it?” Jey asked and slipped his hands around my waist, nuzzling his nose to my neck and making me tremble with warm chills. I wanted nothing more to act like this was okay and that no one else in the house mattered as I didn’t want him to let go, but when we heard footsteps again, we darted away from each other. It was Terricka coming down the hallway, grabbing Jey by the hand before she waved at me.

“Good morning,” she said in a friendly voice but if I listened carefully, I could hear the suspicion. Was she really suspicious? Or was I just feeling guilt? We all walked into the kitchen, I walked over to the island where pops was, preparing his famous breakfast spread. The smell of Vermont maple sausage that only he can make the best was filling the air.

“Well good mornin’ sunshine pops said, noticing my glow. “Mornin’ pops” I said, as I gave him a hug. When I looked across the kitchen, I saw Jey and her kissing. Trying to hide my annoyance, I looked down at my phone, trying to find something to look at but I couldn’t resist looking up at Jey one more time. When I looked his way, Terricka was kissing his neck. All the while Jey’s eyes were fixated on mine, he bit his lip making me remember how he was biting my lip last night as my body shook under his.

I had enough as I turned around, giving him my back. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and headed towards the table. I started scrolling through my phone to distract myself. All I could think about was Jey and the time we had last night.

“Well, good morning Jeannie,” Jimmy said, giving me a kiss at the top of my head. I smiled and said, “Good mornin’ how did you sleep?” Jimmy stretched his arms out, a big yawn followed. “I tossed and turned a lot last night. I didn’t get to sleep much.” As I sat there I wondered if Jimmy heard us. We couldn’t control our moans last night as he felt so good inside me.

“What’s up bro?” Jey said as he walked towards the table. Jimmy just gave Jey a headnod and said, “I’m cool.” which to me was strange as they would always have a long conversation in the mornings. Talking about any and everything. Pops said, breakfast is now ready as he placed the platters onto the table. Jey passed me the fruit bowl, as he did, I tried not to look at him, I grabbed it quickly thanking him as I grabbed a few strawberries and put them on my plate.

I then passed the bowl to Jimmy who said, “Thank you boo.” Just then a loud thud hit the table. I looked to see Jey slamming a plate on the table. His eyes met mine, as he did so. All I could remember at that moment was last night when Jey was deep in it, he moaned in my ear “Better not let me catch you lettin’ Jimmy do that to you..”

“Babygirl, you alright” Pops said as he tapped me on my shoulder, waking me up from my daydream of last night. I looked at pops and said, “I’m okay pops, was just daydreaming as usual.” he laughed and said, “babygirl, always been like that.” I quickly glanced over at Jey one last time, he still has this glare in his eye as if it could kill, it would take his twin brother out right away.

I turned my attention over to Jimmy, noticing he was also matching his twin brother’s gaze. I lightly touched Jimmy’s shoulder, breaking his train of thought as well, when he looked at me, smiled and said, “My bad, here’s the French toast.” As Jimmy passed me the plate. He told me, “here you go boo, take whatever you want.” I grabbed 2 slices, placing them on my plate. When I passed the plate to Jey, Jimmy snickered and said, “make sure you take 1 slice because that’s all you need is one.” Jey looked at his twin and said, “I'll take whatever I want. I hope you got some water to wash down your food cause you look hella thirsty right now bruh.”

I looked at both of them, I knew they were throwing shade in a way. I have been around them long enough to know. I looked over at Terricka, who was into her phone. She was oblivious to what was going on at the table. I was feeling uncomfortable at the table, I didn’t like seeing them this way. I looked down at my plate the whole time, messing with my strawberries on my plate. I looked from the corner of my eye to see Jey, who still had the death stare towards his twin. I looked at Jimmy who while obnoxiously chewing on his food, returned the same look.

I lost my appetite, as they made breakfast awkward. I said, “excuse me.” As I did, they both stood up. They both looked at each other at that moment. I walked over to pops, who was prepping the chicken and veggies for the barbecue later on. Pops looked in the cabinets and asked Jey if he had any more sauces. Jey said, “no pops, I need to go to the store.” I quickly said, “Pops I’ll go for you.” I needed to run out to get more concealer and foundation and the Plan B. Pops texted me what was needed and handed me the cash.

Jimmy said, “Do you need some company?” Jey cut in and said, “she’s got this, we gotta help pops set up.” Jimmy shook his head and said, “Okay.” he rolled his eyes at Jey, who still had a heated look on his face. I went upstairs, changing my clothes, and as I was going towards the door, Jey said “wait!” I stopped and watched as he walked my way. He looked at me and said, “Be careful, please.” as he handed me the keys to the car. I looked into his eyes, fighting the urge to kiss him and said, “I will, thanks.” and headed out the door.

I got to Walmart, grabbing everything pops wrote on the list. I headed towards the makeup section grabbing my concealer and foundation. As I walked towards the pharmacy section, I got a facetime call from pops. “Baby girl, I forgot I need more sauces as well as pineapples.” I immediately headed towards the sauce aisle, showing pops what they had in stock as he told me what to get. I grabbed those and the pineapples, headed to the register to pay, then headed straight for the car as I knew pops was ready to cook.

As I got to the house, Jey met me at the car, helping me bring the bags inside. I walked into the kitchen, noticing everyone was already outside in Jey’s backyard. Music is already blasting. Jey after bringing the last bag in said, “baby,” the way he said that sent chills up and down my spine. I turned to look at him, his eyes fixated on mine, “about last night baby… I-

“Jey, can you help me with this.” Terricka said, interrupting us. Terricka looked at us as she could sense the tension between Jey and I, cleared her throat and asked, “Is everything okay?” Just then, Jimmy walked into the kitchen, looking at all of the grocery bags that were on the floor. “I will help you boo.” he said as he walked past Jey, looking at him with a smirk.

“Thanks, Jimmy.” I said as he helped me put the groceries on the counter. Jey stood by the entrance with Terricka as he painfully watched his twin and I laughed at his corny jokes. Jey was hurting deep inside. “Hey Jey!” pops yelled out from the yard, “time to prep the chicken.” Jey took one last look at us, growled and had no choice but to leave and help his dad, leaving Jimmy and I alone together in the kitchen.

Jimmy came across my makeup, “uhm, here you go.” he said as he lightly tapped my shoulder, I turned to look at him, he had the saddest look on his face as he held the makeup in his hands, gently handing them to me. I took them from his hands, placing them in my pocket. Jimmy cupped my chin in his hands, making me look at him. He looked at my face where the bruise was, his finger gently rubbing it, causing me to wince. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Jimmy said, looking into my eyes. “I don’t get how a man can feel good doin’ this to his woman.” I sighed, I had no words, no answer. Because I still didn’t understand why Matthew decided to make me his punching bag. Jimmy let out a frustrated sigh and said, “I don’t understand how Jey doesn’t see this.” I said to Jimmy, “He knows something isn’t right, he has been questioning me these past few weeks. I don’t want him to know, please Jimmy.”

Jimmy looked at me with curiosity, not saying a word. But I know that he looked at me like that because I was so worried about Jey and him finding out. Jimmy was wondering what it was about Jey that made me act this way. Plus he also heard everything that went down last night. He felt as if Jey was just trying to take advantage of me and my emotions. He knew his twin better than anyone and he also knew the lengths that Jey would go to in order to get a woman in bed. But what Jimmy doesn’t know is, that after that first encounter with Jey and I at my house a few weeks ago, I couldn’t stop thinking of Jey, and my feelings after last night's encounter were now more than me loving Jey as a best friend.

After we put the groceries away, I went upstairs to change into my bathing suit and my blue and white sarong. I touched up my makeup and fixed my hair. I headed to the yard. I stepped out to the yard, the twins were at the grill helping their dad. Terricka was sitting on the lounge chair, scrolling through TikTok. She looked up from her phone, looked at me and said, “ooh girl you look so cute with that.” I smiled and politely thanked her. Just as I was about to sit down, pops turned around, seeing me there and said, “baby girl come here and settle this debate.”

I walked over to them, Jey turned in my direction, looking me up and down. He loved the way the sarong still showed my wide hips as the sarong clung to them. My tattoos on my chest and arms are exposed. Jey felt himself getting hard, he knew he had to control himself. “What’s up pops?” I asked, noticing Jimmy’s eyes on me as well. I hoped the twins would behave themselves after the disaster at breakfast this morning.

“Which sauce is better, teriyaki or the hawaiian? These 2 fools say teriyaki.” I laughed and said, “Pops, the Hawaiian is better.” The twins looked at me as if I betrayed them. I laughed as I walked away, ending the debate for them.

I watched as Jey walked over to Terricka, sitting with her. As soon as he sat down, she sat on him, kissing him. I felt sick to my stomach watching them, I noticed Jey’s eyes on me as she was kissing him. I rolled my eyes, got up and walked towards Jimmy at the grill.

I noticed Jey couldn’t stop looking my way as I stood with Jimmy by the grill as he helped pops with the chicken. It might have been the way we stood close or the way I giggled at everything he said, but I kept catching his glare from across the pool as he stood with Terricka. When pops told me to run back inside to the kitchen to grab a bottle of soy sauce for the chicken, I heard footsteps behind me as I closed the door. When I turned it was Jey, still shooting me that glare. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk past him, not wanting to get into it with him as there were too many eyes right outside.

“So you just gonna talk to Jimmy all afternoon and not me?” Jey asked, grabbing me gently by my arm. His voice wasn't as angry as he looked, but more annoyed.

“There's nothing for us to talk about right now,” I said, knowing full well if he was annoyed then so was I. I didn't like not being able to talk to my best friend the way I wanted, either, but the sexual tension between us was too strong to play around with right now with so many people nearby. But Jey didn't let go of me, and in fact pulled me away from the kitchen and into the hallway near the bathroom. My heart pounded in my chest as he leaned against me, my body pressed to the wall as his hand slipped up my arm to cup my chin, his other hand slipping around my waist.

“Aight then, shawty. Let's not talk then,” Jey said before he pressed his lips to mine. I melted into him instantly, my head feeling fuzzy as he kissed me slowly and stroked his thumb along my chin. But I snapped back into reality, the soy sauce bottle still in my hand.

“No, we're not doing this. Not here,” I said but didn't move. He noticed, too, and took the bottle from me before he pulled me into the bathroom and locked the door, placing the bottle on the sink counter and lifting me up to sit on it, too. He stood between my legs and leaned into it again, his warm breath on my neck as he kissed me there.

“You act like you got so much time for my brother and not me, your best friend…” Jey said with a whisper as he started to run his hands up my thighs until he met my bikini bottoms beneath my sarong. I shook with his touch but couldn't bring myself to push him away.

“Jey…” I whispered too when I went to grab him by his shoulders and let him pull off my bottoms. The way he licked his lips I knew he wanted another taste of me but the way he looked so good in his short, blue swim trunks and tank top that showed off his muscles and tats made me want to taste him. When he tried to get on his knees, I hopped down and switched places with him, pushing him onto the counter and pulling down his trunks. He was already hard and seeing it made me want to taste it more.

“Shit, baby…” Jey groaned when I wrapped my lips around him and licked my tongue up and down his length. His hand gently landed on my head to stroke my hair but not guide me as I didn't need the help, I knew what he liked. And when I tasted that he was about to cum, he pulled me away to trade places yet again, bending me over the sink and keeping his fingers in my hair to make me look at us in the mirror. As he pushed inside me, his thrusts started off slow but sped up, trying to make me moan louder when I was doing my best to be quiet. “Say my name…right now…tell me who's in this pussy, baby.”

“Jeyyyy, oh my god,” I whined and prayed no one had wandered inside looking for us as I moaned his name again. I started to feel my legs shake with each thrust he gave me, his hand that wasn't in my hair spanking my ass loudly and making me turn to look at him with a glare.

“Unh unh, look at us together, baby. I want you to see how good we look…don't we feel good?” Jey groaned softly as he felt my pussy fluttering around him as his strokes slowed down again to feel me cum for him.

“Yessss, unhhh, we do,” I whimpered as he held my head up to watch him behind still stroking before he trembled watching me and came hard. I could feel him pumping inside me, his beautiful face twisting as emptied himself in me.

He only pulled out once we both stopped shaking, tapping his dick on my ass as he grinned at my reflection. “You better stop tempting me like this,” Jey said before we cleaned up.

“Nobody told you to do all that,” I giggled, washing my hands before grabbing the soy sauce and poking my head out the bathroom door to check for anyone. The coast was clear so I went first before Jey took my hand to pull me to him again with a kiss on my lips.

“Just know as long as you are near me, I won't be able to help myself…”

I felt my heart pound in my chest when he said that. I looked at him one more time, feeling sadness as I had to part away from him again, when in reality, I wanted him to hold me. He pulled me in one more time, kissing me, letting out a small moan. “I’ll see you tonight baby,” I moaned back, “Yes, you will.”

I knew we had to part and I had to bring that sauce outside. It’s been long enough. I came out, Jimmy walked over to me with a concerned look on his face, “what happened? What took you so long?” I knew I had to come up with something quick. “I had to fix my makeup, it was sweating off.” Jimmy almost believed me until Jey emerged from the same door I just did, he was adjusting his swim trunks, and had a big smile on his face.

Jimmy looked at me and said, “He just wants what’s between your legs. You dealing with him is only going to break your heart. You need someone that has nobody and can take care of you, can save you from what is going on. Someone like me.” Jimmy’s confession threw me back. While I thought Jimmy was sweet and funny and handsome, Jey was everything, he’s what my heart yearned for. “Jimmy, it’s not what you think.” Jimmy rolled his eyes, “I just don’t want you to get hurt. Jey has Terricka, I have nobody. I would never hurt you. Please give me a try or at least think about it” He said, I looked into his eyes, the desperation and sadness in his eyes showed.

I already have enough going on, Matthew beating me up, me developing feelings for Jey. Jimmy would only make things more complicated and I didn’t want to lead Jimmy on in any way. But, the sadness in his eyes made me feel bad. “I know Jimmy” I said, rubbing his arm, “thank you for always looking out for me, I’ll think about it, okay?” Jimmy nodded and said, “That's better than hearing a straight up no.”

Meanwhile, Jey who was sitting down, saw my hand on Jimmy, it infuriated him. He watched closely, hoping he could hear what we were talking about. He wanted to get up and say something so badly, But, Terricka started talking to him. Distracting him from what was going on with his brother and I.

When the cookout was over, I headed upstairs, changing into my pajamas. I got into the bed, turning on the TV. I laid back, enjoying The Golden Girls.

Jey waited until Terricka was sound asleep, he texted me, “is the door unlocked for me?” I looked at my phone, a smile came across my face and said, “yes it is baby.” Jey responded, “omw.” and he headed out of his room. As he headed to my door, Jimmy came bursting out of the room, the look on his face as if he was on a mission. He went to my door the same time Jey was. Jey looked at his twin and said, “what you doin’ bruh? Why you here?” Jimmy said, “why are you here and not in bed with yo girlfriend?” Jimmy said loud enough that I can now hear them both arguing on the other side of the door.

I rushed out of the bed, quickly opening the door. Shocked to see them face to face as if they were about to fight. “What the hell are y’all doin’? I asked them in a whisper. “You want the whole house to hear y'all?” Jey said, “I come here to see you and he’s coming here like the thirsty man that he is, trying to move in on what’s- you know what?” Jey said, then started to make his way in my room. Jimmy followed him and said, “finish what you were about to say bruh. Move in on what? What’s yours? Is that what you were going to say? Don’t you have someone in that bed next door waiting on you?”

Jey approached his brother, their faces close to one another. Jey put a finger in his face and said, “mind your business, you don’t know anything.” Jimmy chuckled and said, “I know way more than you do, don’t I boo?” Jimmy said, looking at me.

I shook my head as Jey now looked at me and said, “What does he mean by that?” I looked at Jey and said, “nothing Jey, It’s nothing.” Jey looked at me and said, “Are you hiding something from me? Is there something I should know?” I shook my head and said, “No, I was just telling Jimmy that you think something is wrong with my relationship with Matthew that’s all Jey I swear.”

Jey looked at Jimmy. I sat on the bed, praying they wouldn’t come to blows right there in the room. Jimmy said, “all he is going to do is hurt you after he gets what he wants from you. I will be there for you through it all. Who would you rather spend time with? Me the one who can give all my time and attention to you? Or him who has to sneak around? You have to make a choice.” Jey looked at me and said, “well, what’s your answer?”

I looked at them, hurting. 10 years of them have been in my life. 10 years of good times and an unbreakable bond. What am I going to do? How could I choose?

A mf masterpiece

Mr. Right Now (18+)

🤍 Summary: Jey Uso becomes your new gym partner, and maybe something more…

🤍 Pairings: Jey Uso x Fem Reader

🤍 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, Language, Smut

🤍 Word Count: 5,150

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Ayy, turn your phone off, take your clothes off I'm a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song Turn the lights down, lay the pipe down I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

You counted down to yourself as you finished your last set of deadlift squats. You wipe the sweat around your hairline with a towel and reset the barbell. Taking a sip of water, you pause to catch your breath. As you glance at yourself in the mirror, you catch the gaze of someone sitting on a bench a row behind you. He quickly looks away and continues his chest presses. You let your stare linger on him for a moment, observing him. You notice the intricate tribal tattoos adorning his muscular arms. It's uncommon for you to welcome attention at the gym, but this encounter made you curious.

You move on to your following circuit as your attention drifts back to yourself. He watched you as you moved around the room, but you were unaware. He kept glancing away occasionally, trying to maintain a low profile. He hopes to catch your eye, longing for the flutter in his stomach again. To his dismay, he doesn't reappear in your view. You return to the locker room and gather your belongings.

As you exit the gym, your mind is buzzing with thoughts. You notice movement to your left and turn to see the same guy from the gym. Your heart sinks when you make eye contact with him. He looks even more attractive up close, with his smooth brown skin, thick pillowy lips, and dark eyes. He's wearing a white and grey Nike tracksuit, and his long sleeves conceal his tattoos.

"'Ay," he starts nervously. "Have a minute?" You blink, your brain grinding to find words. "Sure… what's up?" you reply. "I -uh…wanted to introduce myself. I'm Jey.", he said, holding out his hand. You gaze at his hand for a moment. "Y/N", you reply. Your hand slides gently into his, and an electric jolt of excitement pulses through your body. Instead of releasing your grip, you both hold onto each other, feeling the warmth and connection between you. Jey's hand gently squeezes yours, sending shivers down your spine. And when he smiles, it's as if time stops.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N.", he says slowly. "Hope this isn't too forward, but you caught my eye back there…and I was hopin'…" he trailed off. "You want my number?" you interrupted. He appeared nervous, and before he could say anything, you handed him your phone to enter his number. After he returned it, you quickly texted him, so he had your number, too. "I'll talk to you later, Jey.", you said. You smiled and walked away. "Later.", he said. He stood there, watching you walk away, frozen in that moment.

Later that night, you climb into bed and turn off the lights. As you settle in, your phone screen lights up on the nightstand.

Beautiful.

As you wake up the next day, you feel a sense of excitement building up within you. You go about your regular weekly routine - work, gym, and so on - but the possibility of running into Jey again keeps your heart racing. You know better than to get your hopes up too high, but the thought of a potential connection with someone is too exhilarating to ignore. And Jey is fine as hell; there was no denying that.

You arrived at the gym and started your workout. Jey was nowhere to be seen. Finishing up a set of lat pull-downs, you sense the warmth of a body creeping up behind you. "Hey, pretty girl." Jey leaned in softly to your ear. "You always creep on girls at the gym?" you joked. "Nah.", he smiled. "Just you."

You started working out with Jey at the gym every weekday at the same time. He would spot you while doing chest presses, challenging you to handle more weight. You would do cardio side by side. You were really getting to know each other. You didn't know how much longer you could ignore the fact that there was a different type of cardio you longed to do with him.

Jey held your hand sweetly as he walked you to your car. "It's been fun hangin' with you," he said. "Yeah, it's been fun." you smiled. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his usual hug. You pulled away, and he gazed at your lips. You wondered why you hadn't kissed him yet. His arms shifted from your shoulders to your waist, pressing your bodies together. "Y/N…" he said softly. He turned his gaze from your eyes to your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his. Your kisses graduated from pecks to open-mouthed. His tongue met yours, an accidental soft moan escaping your throat. His weight pressed you against the car as his hand brushed over your hips, his thumb catching the seam of your leggings.

Your lips parted as you held each other tightly. Jey's head nestled into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. You felt like you belonged in his arms. His body fit yours perfectly as if you were made for each other. He brushed your hair from the side of your face and tucked it behind your ear. "I guess you like me, huh?" he teased. "You 'aight.", you joked. Jey laughed. "Yeah, I like you.", you said, kissing him again. "What you doin' this weekend?" he asked. "What do you have in mind?" you questioned. "Come over. I wanna cook you dinner.", he said, stroking your cheek. "Can't say no to that.", you replied. "Good.", he said, smiling. "Tomorrow?" You nodded. "I'll text you my address.", he said, kissing you again before walking away. The warmth from his palms lingered on your skin, and you already longed for his touch again. "Bye, Jey.", you said, getting into your car.

Later on, you receive a text from your girlfriend.

She's right. Jey had only ever seen you in gym clothes. You wanted him to sweat you as soon as he lays eyes on you tomorrow. Running through scenarios of what tomorrow could bring in your mind, you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up the next day to a text Jey sent last night while you were sleeping containing his address. You were only awake briefly before he began texting you again.

You spent the whole day lounging and having the ultimate self-care day until it was time to get ready to see Jey. He would see you today as if it was the first time. Your hair was styled, makeup was done, and you wore a flattering outfit that hugged your curves. You arrived at his house just a few minutes after 7. It was a big house for a single guy. The outside was beautiful and well-kept, casting shadows against the ground and lit up against the setting sun.

You rang the bell, and Jey opened the door immediately. His gaze fell from your face down your body as if he were memorizing every detail. "Damn," he said softly. "Hello to you too.", you said. He took your hand, led you inside, and closed the door. His house was just as beautiful inside as it was outside.

He pulled you into an embrace, hands dancing over your lower back. "You look…absolutely amazing.", he said. "Sexy as hell." "Thank you.", you replied in a small voice. Upon seeing his smile, you were drawn in like a magnet, and your lips met for only the second time. You stood there with his tongue down your throat, longing to know how it would feel in other places. He took your hand and led you to the kitchen. "Hungry?" he asked.

Jey prepared delicious marinated grilled chicken and a heaping stir fry of mixed veggies. The meal was so satisfying that you were grateful for your appetite. "Mmm, this is so good, Jey.", you said. "Healthy meal for my girl.", he said, smiling. You blushed. You weren't his girl, but you liked how it sounded when he said it.

After dinner, you sat outside on Jey's patio and talked until the sun set behind the trees. As your conversation began to slow down, you couldn't help but notice the strong attraction you felt towards Jey's body. He suddenly moved your chair to face him. "What are you doing?" you laughed. "I wanna look at 'chu.", he said. His hand drifted to the side of your face, pulling you into a kiss. "You're so damn beautiful.", he said, his eyes scanning from your face down to your bare inviting thighs.

The warm air kissed your skin as his lips left a lingering heat wherever they landed. His magnetism pulled you from your chair and onto his lap. Your skirt slowly rode up your thighs. As you intertwined, your hands held each other's faces together as your tongues clashed. His hands traveled over your ass as his kisses traveled down your neck.

He licked a delicate spot right under your ear, causing you to let out a surprised moan. He chuckled softly, making brief eye contact with you before doing it again. You lowered yourself even more, pressing your pelvis into his lap. Your lacy panties making contact with his pants filled your center with delicious warmth. His hand slipped under your skirt, making contact with your bare skin. Goosebumps prickled down your legs as his tongue returned to yours. You subtly ground into his growing bulge. The feeling of him growing underneath you caused your breath to subtly labor.

"You drivin' me crazy, baby.", he breathed. "Mmm," you replied. "I need you, Jey." He looked into your eyes, and you became trapped in their darkness. "Right now?" he said. He stood up, carrying you into the house. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. "Where you need me?" he cooed. "In the kitchen?" he said, placing you on the counter. He pulled your shirt over your head in between kisses. His thumb caressed your bottom lip, reminding you you longed to taste more of him. "Nah, you too pretty for the kitchen," he said, lifting you up again. He carried you to the foyer and placed you on the stairs. "How you look on my stairs?" he said. He took a step back, making a picture frame with his hands. "You look good, but we gon' do better," he said. "You goofy." you laughed. He carried you up the stairs and took a right down the hallway. Your limbs wrapped around his muscular frame as the hallway disappeared from view behind his closed bedroom door.

He sat you on the edge of a large plush bed as the rest of the room came into view behind him. Remaining light from outside spilled through the windows, lighting the room with a soft glow. "I think this is where you need me," he said softly. His thumb pushed the strap of your bra down. He kissed your shoulder as you straddled him, standing between your legs. "Tell me that you need me again.", he said, breathing into your skin. "How about I just show you?" you replied. You lifted his shirt over his head. Your fingers ran over his toned chest, feeling the raised texture of his tribal tattoos under your fingertips.

You started to reach for his pants. He grabbed your hands and pushed his weight on top of you, pinning your arms to the bed. "Say it," he demanded. "Or what?" you teased. "Or Imma tie you to this damn bed.", he said, pinning your hands above your head. "Now I'm really not sayin' it.", you replied smartly. "Fine. That's your choice then.", said Jey. He hovered over you for a moment, and all you wanted was his searing kisses across your skin again. He reached underneath you, unhooking your bra, and removed it. His lips grazed yours, but he quickly pulled away as soon as you tried to get them. "Don't move. Keep those hands above your head," he said. He disappeared from view. You stayed put as you were instructed. Your chest heaved in anticipation, listening to his movement beyond the pounding of your heartbeat. He returned and climbed on the bed. He hooked his arm under your thigh and moved you to the top of the bed. He straddled your leg while he tied your wrists to the bed frame. You admired his muscular body and how his muscles flexed and contoured under his skin while he worked. He sat back and marveled at you, grabbing your chin. "You're perfect.", he said.

He sucked your neck, creeping down toward your chest. His tongue swirled over your taught nipple while he rolled the other between his fingers. You craned your neck, relaxing into the pleasure you felt. "Since you refusing to talk.", he said, working his way down your stomach. "Imma have to make you scream." You sucked in your breath, resisting giving in to the heat rising at your center as he closed in. He redirected his path up your inner thigh. You failed to continue fighting as the sensation reached your panty line. "Mmm, Jey." you exhaled softly. He stopped and looked up at you with a pleased glare. He pulled down your skirt and panties together, tossing them aside. He stared up at you hungrily, leaving searing kisses at the top of your smooth mound. He pushed your legs open, revealing your glistening center.

"Damn, baby. That pretty pussy is dripping for me, huh?" he said. You shifted uncomfortably but were unable to go anywhere with your hands tied. You knew as soon as he touched you, you'd be unable to contain yourself. His tongue slid into you slowly, and you moaned immediately. He took his time massaging his tongue over every part of you. You became a whining mess, begging him for more. Desperate to touch him, your hands tied above you felt torturous. Your legs twitched uncontrollably as he focused his tongue on your clit. "Fuck, Jey!" you yelled. "Had enough yet, pretty girl?" he replied slyly. "No, I need you.", you exclaimed. "I need you to fuck me." "There it is.", he said proudly.

He pulled himself up face to face with you. Your body rose up and down, feeling his warmth against your skin. You only wanted to jump on top of him and ride him until you came. He grazed your face with rough kisses, landing on your lips. Finally, the relief of craving intimate contact with him washed over you. He toyed at your clit with his fingers. "How long you wanted me?" he asked, looking deep into your eyes. "Since I met you.", you admitted. "I been dreaming 'bout fuckin' you since I first saw you.", he said. His fingers brought you to the edge of an orgasm. "And I thought about how I'd do it, too.", he whispered. You whined to him as he slid his fingers inside of you. You were gushing with wetness. He released your hands from their bind with his other hand. You clawed his body into you, attacking each other with mouth and tongue. He swung himself under your leg and returned to bobbing your swollen clit with his tongue. It only took a few seconds more for you to completely unravel beneath him. You ran your fingers through his hair and screamed his name as you rode the wave.

"Damn, baby.", said Jey. "That was hot." He rolled off the side of the bed and stood up. "Come put that pretty mouth on this dick," he said, dropping his pants. You sat at the edge of the bed, salivating at the sight of his long brown dick. You licked his head and slowly slid almost all of him in your mouth. He looked down at you, meeting your innocent gaze. He placed his hand on the back of your head, looking away as soon as he felt his restraint slipping. A hand slipped up his abdomen while his rock-hard dick hit the back of your throat. His salty pre-cum coated your tongue. "Shit.", he said in a strained whisper. "That feels good."

You released him and sat back to admire the view. "You gonna give me that dick, or what?" you said. He returned a daring look. "Get over here.", he said. He pulled you to your feet and turned you around to face the bed. "Poke that ass out for me.", he said, hinging you at the waist. You couldn't help but eye him from the side, admiring his handsome body as he slid on a condom. Your legs quaked as you moaned upon him entering you. Your walls hugged tightly around him. He entered you gradually, admiring the view of your ass arched up. "Feel good, baby?" he hummed. "Mhmm", you replied. "Can you take more?" he asked, meeting you with a rough thrust. "Y-yes!" you answered. He began pounding you so good that you started to become dizzy. You'd fantasized many times about the way your skin would sound, slapping against each other while his dick worked you up. The way he softly groaned turned you on.

"Lemme see that pretty face.", he breathed. You turned around to face him, and he tackled you to the bed. You became a mess of intertwined limbs. Mouths colliding, and teeth grazing skin. You fucked each other like it was the end of the world. You ended up with your legs pushed up over your head. He drilled you so deep that you burst into a sloppy, wet orgasm that caught you by surprise. It warmed your body from head to toe. Jey groaned as he felt your walls pulsing around him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he released. You both paused to steady your breathing, holding each other as your weight sunk into the bed.

Jey rolled to the side, leaving you with a longing emptiness. You snuggled into him as he left sweet kisses on your head. He held you as you gazed out the window at the creeping darkness. It had been a while since you had felt this safe and comforted. You drifted as you relaxed into his warm embrace. Jey shifted, releasing you from your dream-like state. "Imma get up, ma.", he said, heading toward the connecting master bath. "Take this.", he said, tossing you a shirt. You pulled his t-shirt over your head, inhaling the lingering scent of him. "Is there another bathroom up here?" you asked. "Yeah, down the hall on the right.", he replied.

He disappeared into the bathroom while you creaked open the bedroom door and entered the hallway. The rug was soft and quiet under your feet. The lights on downstairs flooded through the railing, leading your way. There were two closed doors on the right. You slowly turned the door handle to one of the doors and cracked it open. Your heart sank as the light pouring into the room revealed what appeared to be a young boy's bedroom. A family photo sat on the dresser, depicting two boys, a woman, and a smiling Jey in the middle, his arms wrapped around them. Your chest tightened uncomfortably. Jey had never mentioned having a family. You really hoped she was an ex and not actually his current wife. You closed the door quietly as internal panic set in. What if she lived here with him? Were you in their family home? Your stomach churned at the thought. After finding the bathroom, you collected yourself and returned to Jey. You wouldn't jump to conclusions, but the emotions inevitably bubbled up. A family is a significant detail to leave out of your life.

Jey was putting on a shirt as you reentered the room. He immediately turned to embrace you. "How you feelin'?" he asked. "Good?" There was that smile again. That smile that made you melt for him. "I'm good." You smiled. "You sure?" he asked, concerned, noting your lack of energy. "I think I'm just tired," you replied. He slid his hands under the oversized t-shirt you were wearing and cupped your bare skin. "You can stay…if you want.", he said, pausing to kiss you. You glanced around the room. Now that the light was on, you could see no sign of a woman living here as far as you could tell. "I think I should go home," you replied. He let go of you, disappointed. "Ok, no problem," he said simply. He remained supportive, but you could tell his voice had an undertone of hurt. You pulled on your skirt, and he walked you downstairs.

"Thank you, Jey," you said. "Everything was great." He pressed his body into yours. "You sure you gotta go?" he breathed. Ignoring your instinct, you allowed yourself one more long, deep kiss. The truth was you wanted nothing more than to stay. You longed to wake up Sunday morning next to him, your naked bodies intertwined. But your gut said you should go, and you always followed your gut. "I can't stay," you said finally. Jey held your hand and walked you to your car, even though it was only steps from his front door. He kissed you again, and you got in your vehicle. You rolled down the window to say goodnight. "Let me know you got home safe.", he said. "I will. Goodnight, Jey.", you replied. "Night, beautiful.", he said. He watched you drive away until you turned the corner, disappearing from view.

The heaviness you felt was something you'd hope to never feel again. You needed to confront Jey about it if you would keep seeing each other. You would take tomorrow to mull over your next move. In the meantime, you texted Jey that you were home. Remaining in his t-shirt, you crawled into bed, dreaming of being in his.

You went about your Sunday trying not to think about Jey. A heaviness still lingered in your heart that was hard to ignore. You would have to talk to him about it, but you still needed to be ready. You were scared. You tried so hard to avoid falling fast, but here you were, wrapped around Jey's finger. You didn't care that he had a family, but you did care that he didn't tell you. As much as you wanted answers, your instinct was to run away and not look back.

He stopped responding after that. Even though you spoke your truth, you somehow felt even worse. Sunday came and went, and Monday dragged on. Work was so busy you didn't even stop to think about Jey or the fact you'd probably run into him tonight at the gym.

Arriving at the gym, Jey was nowhere to be found. After the awkward note you left on yesterday, you didn't even want to text him to see if he was there. You ran through your routine half-heartedly. With low enthusiasm clouding your ability to concentrate, you decided to call it a night and head toward the locker room.

A startling hand came out of nowhere and gripped your wrist. Spun around by force, you came face to face with Jey. "What the fuck, Y/N?" he said. "What's your problem, Jey?" you replied. "I should be asking you.", he said heatedly. "You been completely ignoring me since Saturday. What did I do?" "More like what you didn't do.", you said. "I accidentally walked into your son's bedroom, Jey. You weren't gonna tell me you had a family?" He looked stunned and grasped his chin, pausing for a moment. "Listen, Y/N…I", he started. "If we was just fuckin' that's all you had to say.", you replied angrily. You began to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist again. "Really, Y/N? That's what you think this is?" he said. "Jey, I'm not doing this with you here.", you replied.

You snatched your wrist from his grasp and walked into the women's locker room. "Y/N, don't walk away. Let me talk to you!" Jey said from behind you. "You seriously following me in here?" you said, irate. "Fuck, Y/N. There's no one in here! The gym is empty right now. Don't be stupid.", he said. "Oh, now I'm stupid," you said, trying to open your locker. Jey grabbed you by your waist, turned you around, and threw you against the lockers with a crash. His body pressed into yours. Your bodies heaved against each other from your heated breathing. You looked into Jey's face, which was filled with intensity. "Just let me talk to you. Please!" he begged. "Please," he said more calmly, grabbing both of your hands.

You sat on the bench in front of the locker, signaling you would listen. Jey leaned against the locker and folded his arms. "Alright, look. I got two sons, ok? They don't live with me full-time. I'm sorry I didn't tell you.", he said. "And their mom?" you pried. "We not together anymore. That's official.", he said. "Why didn't you just tell me?" you asked. "I don't know…I just…" he started. "I have a past I'm not proud of." You looked away. "So you're a cheater.", you huffed. He took a knee in front of you, grabbing your hand. "I never said I was Mr. Right," he said earnestly. "But I really like you." You continued looking away, hiding from the emotions welling in your eyes. "Look at me, Y/N.", said Jey, grabbing your chin. You looked into his eyes, which were filled with sincerity. "I got feelings for you, girl.", he said. "And they deep. They real. Give me a chance." He caressed the side of your face.

Your chest expanded to its limit as you tried to slow your breathing. A slow ache burned beneath your skin from your beating heart. "Show me that I can trust you.", you said, finally. He smiled up at you, resting a hand on your thigh. Before you could continue speaking, a worker rolling a trash bin into the locker room perked your ears up. "Oh shit.", you said, scared you would be caught.

Jey took your hand and pulled you into the steam room. You both sat at the farthest corner. The steam was so thick that anyone walking by couldn't make you out. You and Jey listened silently as the worker emptied the trash bins. You held onto each other like two children playing hide and seek, trying your best to not be found. "Gym closes in 30 minutes." the worker announced. "Please clear the locker room for the cleaning crew by then."

You and Jey sat silently, holding your breath until you were confident the worker had left the vicinity. You exhaled a deep sigh of relief. "That was close.", you said. The steam made your body feel heavy and slow. "Sorry for getting so heated back there.", you said. "I just been hurt before and…you know." Jey nodded. "It's ok. I get it.", he said. "You forgive me, though?" he asked. "Yes.", you said, giving him a kiss. "I forgive you." You stood up. "Where do you think you're going?" said Jey playfully. He pulled you on top of him and began kissing you. "Jey…" you said pushing him away. "What are you doing?" "Thinkin' about that sexy ass on this dick.", he said. "What, you think I forgive you and just gonna automatically give you some pussy?", you asked playfully. "You tellin' me you not?" said Jey daringly.

The steam was making you lightheaded and maybe a little bit stupid. But you knew exactly what you wanted, and it was right in front of you. Jey pulled your shirt and sports bra up and over your head. He nuzzled and sucked each nipple while you tried to muffle your moans. "Let's make it quick. I don't want no one walking in on us.", you said. "Baby, I don't need 30 minutes, trust.", said Jey. You could feel yourself gushing as Jey pulled his hard dick out of his pants. "Get these off.", said Jey, standing you up and pulling your shorts to the floor. You got back on top of him. Straddling him on the bench, you stroked his erection with your hand while his soft tongue collided with yours. Jey pushed aside the stretchy fabric of your underwear and ran two fingers down your entrance. You shuddered and moaned as his fingers ran across your slick skin. "Damn, I should piss you off more often." he breathed. "Clearly gets you off." You could barely breathe as the steam filled your lungs. "Fuck you, Jey.", you whined.

Having enough of the games, you craved him inside of you. You pushed his dick into you as you lowered yourself on top of him. "Fuck, you're so tight.", he said with a husky moan. You clawed at his back, lifting his shirt so you could feel his skin against yours. You tightened around him with every thrust. His thumb found your clit, causing your wetness to rain down on him. His other hand held you firmly, pushing you down against every bounce. Butterflies danced at your center as your core tightened. "Oh, Jey," you whimpered. Your orgasm shot up through your stomach and into your chest, which was a heaving, sweaty mess. He gripped you by the hair. Slipping and sliding vigorously with the help of your rain, he pulsed inside of you. "Fuck, Y/N!" he exclaimed through gritted teeth. Your rocking ceased as you held onto each other. Intertwined in an exhausted embrace. Jey kissed your neck as you nuzzled his shoulder. No amount of anger, fear, or regret could ruin this perfect moment.

He lifted his head and looked into your eyes, taking your lips to his. "I love you.", he said. "What?", you replied in shock. "I love you, Y/N. You don't gotta say it back. But I love you, for real.", he said. You looked away in shock. Your chest exploded with joy at that moment because the truth was that you loved him, too. "I love you too.", you said. He smiled. That heart-melting smile. He stared at you with those dark eyes that trapped your heart deep inside them. You dressed, gathered your belongings, and snuck out of the locker room without anyone noticing.

Jey held your hand sweetly and walked you to your car. At that moment, everything felt back in its place again. "You stayin' at my crib tonight?" Jey asked, hopefully. "Sure, I'll stay over.", you replied. He pressed you against your car, like deja vu. "Good." he smiled. "Cuz after that back there…Imma need some more of that." He kissed you in the same parking lot where you first spoke. Where you first kissed. Everything had come full circle, except now you were in love. Jey was right. Maybe he wasn't Mr. Right, but he sure as hell was Mr. Right Now.

Thanks for reading!

happy black history month to all my niggas out there!🖤 bonus if you got two black parents and four black grandparents!

HAPPY MF BLACK HISTORY MONTH

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i don’t know if i will be able to do more before Valentine’s Day, but i wanted to drop this at least. :> it’s a smol extension of my animated lines series, but in hearts ! ( I may or may not have stared at this in dark mode for a long time HAHAH )

adding a tw for eyestrain because of the colours, but I hope you enjoy 🤍

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I love being black and that will NEVER change. It’s unfortunate that most people only learn about black history during the month of February. Black history matters EVERY month.

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Solo eye balling the undisputed title.

Here's my guess or what I think should happen.

Solo starts to become obsessed with being the new tribal chief that he starts to tell Jimmy to ignore Romans orders and follow his which will set roman off and roman will demand solo to remember his place in the bloodline.

Fast forward Roman is in a main event PPV match and retains the title thanks to the help from Solo and as Roman celebrates he hugs solo and goes to walk away but solo turns Roman around and spikes him and grabs the title and holds it up.

Solo then contacts Jey and says he needs his help to dethrone Roman. Jey accepts and on a episode of smackdown Roman calls out Solo and as things get heated between them we hear "USO!!!" and Jey comes to ring.

Roman is shook at what he is seeing and Solo and Jey are face to face with Jimmy and Roman and Solo says "It's simple Roman to claim my spot as the Tribal chief I need to take you out and that's exactly what I plan to do so Roman at the next PPV it's me and you for that Undisputed title."

Everyone block this user as they've literally stollen @whatdoeseverybodywant work word for word and had the nerve to inbox me about reading it. Thanks for snitching on urself.

Funny enough your copy and paste skills are trash because you forget to delete "Janelle" to replace it with "Aalayah" idiot.

I knew it read familiar, c'mon with the stealing shit.

@msbigredmachine we got another one💀

I’m obsessed 😍

Reblog if you’re a Black woman, love Black women, are friends with a Black woman, are in love with a Black woman, are dating a Black woman, support Black women, or just really love flowers. 

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Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!

I need y’all to know how amazing it is to be a black woman.

Like despite the fact that most of the world chooses to hate us and steal our identities I legit would never trade being a black woman for anything.

took the "what's your red flag" quiz and got emotionally unavailable, bitch I KNOW

Goodnight to Kirishima Eijirou only.

•Dear Sensei•

this is a part of my milestone event

request: kakashi/aizawa/gojo + foursome / @bemylord

warnings: praising kink, degradation, foursome, double penetration, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, choking, dom/sub dynamics, spitting, slapping, dumbificiation, aizawa calls you his kitty because why not?

taglist: @booksweet @noritoshiikamo @nanamishair @cursedmoonchild @deartoru @bemylord @chloe-nanami @angelofthorr

a/n: honorable mention, once again, @cursedmoonchild , for being there for me when i felt like shit and helping me writing this

“She looks so cute!” Gojo yelled loudly, getting an uninterested hum from Kakashi and an annoyed Aizawa’s grunt in return. Her senseis apparently wanted to play a little dress up with her, asking her to wear that little skirt she used to wear at school, her loose cravat that rested on her chest they so loved...

Now she was right in front of them, her panties stuffed inside Gojo’s pocket, probably never getting them back, and her face flushed with the slight embarrassment. She was a bright student of their, even though she thought lowly of some of her teachers. That including Kakashi and Gojo too.

Her hands shook in excitement with these three men, holding her, touching and embracing her just as they wanted.

Simply recreating one of the scenes in Kakashi's infamous, all-time-favourite book, which she never approved and called him out for being a pervert. He didn’t bother to get his mask off even with this intense scene going on, only giving her kisses through the fabric.

But that was okay, she was closer to her sensei than anyone, especially when she was all spread out for him, resting on his lap as he teased her cunt with his fingertips. Even if she used to think that he was just a boring, old pervert, it didn’t change the fact that she was whimpering for him at that moment.

He tapped his fingers patiently on her thighs, holding her legs apart as he gave Aizawa a show, who was kneeling in front of her, facing her wet folds directly.

“Almost feels wrong to get my student into such state,” Aizawa sighed, feeling a pang of guilt growing inside him but it was soon all gone as he noticed the way she ground on Kakashi's thigh. That said, he was probably her favourite teacher, and assumably the only teacher she never acted like a bitch.

Her gaze rested on Aizawa's eyes much to his delight, biting her lip as she got him going with that seductive look on her face.

“Aizawa-sensei,” She said, leaving the long-haired male in such desperate state with that pretty voice. “I’m glad you’re here,” She reassured him, her juices wetting Kakashi's pants slowly whenever she moved her hips on his leg, trying to relieve the needy ache in between her legs.

Aizawa gave her a genuine smile as Kakashi's gloved hands brushed against her sensitive skin, making her wiggle right on top of him to avoid the tingling feeling. His bare fingertips caressed her clit, a needy moan left her lips as her eyes found Gojo’s. She was never really interested in him either, thinking he was a man-child, and an airhead.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing his usual attire, that one blindfold he almost never took off. Maybe it was for to see her even better and take that delicious sight in, the first thing he did when she arrived was taking the clothing off of his face, letting his silky white hair fall to his forehead.

She saw Aizawa palming himself through his black pants, his dry eyes fully focused on her cunt, spasming and clenching around nothing desperately as Kakashi kept teasing her. "Sensei..." they heard her crying out, frustrated from this ongoing situation. Gojo took a step closer to her, kneeling right beside Aizawa, gaze staying on her face as he almost had a mocking expression on him.

"What is it, baby?" Gojo said with much fake-love in his voice, his thumb reaching out to caress her bottom lip. He smirked as she gave him a begging look, lips quivering and eyes filled with tears. "Sensei, please, w-want more..." She whispered, causing Kakashi to chuckle lightly.

This sight reminded Gojo of her schooldays, where she acted like she was the boss around the class, and how she’d always argue with them no matter what. She thought, no, she was smart, but it was no excuse to mock her teachers, but apparently she had no respect for them.

“Acting all smart every day, but takes the first opportunity to be filled with your teachers cum.” Gojo said, obviously making fun of her desperate situation as he tutted shamefully. “Almost makes me think that you were asking for this.”

Tears started to run down her cheeks in frustration, also thighs starting to hurt with this stretch Kakashi caused, never letting her go. He played with the hem of her skirt, not saying a word, being the reserved one compared to Gojo.

Aizawa's free hand caressed her thighs as he started to remove his pants, letting them fall on the ground with a slight tug. Her eyes widened to the sight of her sensei's cock she dreamed of so often, all swollen and wet with pre-cum, looking deliciously good in his fist. Aizawa smirked, sitting on the ground once again as soon as he got rid of his pants, leaning back until his back hit the dresser behind him, man-spreading, he kept stroking his cock lazily.

"She's dripping," Kakashi commented, realizing how she tried to grind on his muscular thighs, pretending it's Aizawa's dick under her cunt. She bit down on her lip as she felt Gojo's finger slipping into her entrance, effortlessly filling her tight insides. "Sensei!" she moaned out, arching her back until her head rested on Kakashi's shoulder. He gave her neck kisses through his mask, the fabric of it slightly making her giggle as she bucked her hips to meet Gojo's skillful finger.

She reached to Kakashi's hand that was holding her by her thigh, motioning it to her neck to kindly ask him to choke her, without even saying a word. Kakashi smiled slightly, his eyes closing as he kept circling his two fingers on her clit, Gojo messing with her insides at the same time.

Aizawa smiled as he realized her eyes never left his cock, not even for a second even though she had two hands playing with her needy pussy at that moment. It made him feel superior compared to those two men, but he also expected it to be this way, since he was probably the nicest one around.

He looked at her daringly, noticing how she moaned louder whenever Kakashi clenched his hand around her throat. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Aizawa asked with his tired, low voice she loved hearing.

She nodded quickly, giving him a smile as she bit on her bottom lip slightly, feeling too good with Gojo’s now second finger stretching her open. She felt Kakashi's clothed bulge poking her thigh, she tried to reposition herself to feel his length fully. Hearing his giggle, she turned her gaze away from Aizawa to meet Kakashi's mismatched eyes. "Kakashi-sensei..." She said, getting his attention on her lips.

He gulped down, feeling too hot in his clothing that covered almost his entire body, and the way she kept grinding herself on him didn't help, not even a single bit. "What is it?" He said, breathing out in his mask. He knew what she was craving for, but to hear her saying it out loud made it even better. "I- Can I have you inside me, s-sensei?" She asked kindly.

“Aren’t you too daring? As I recall,” He said, shifting in his seat, effortlessly moving her up on his lap with his strong legs. “You thought I was boring?”

She felt her mind going numb with the accusation, and the fact that it was true made her cry out even more. “I-I’m sorry, Kakashi-sensei...” She said, her hands squeezing the sides of his thighs. “I don’t think you’re boring.” She confessed, admitting that she was wrong about him.

She turned to her other sensei, Gojo, who was still in between her legs as she felt him pulling his fingers out of her. A cry escaped her lips, wiggling on top of Kakashi with the empty feeling surrounding her. "Aizawa-sensei!" She whined, getting the male’s attention who still stroked his cock, watching her twitching and shaking for more. He smirked, teasing his tip with his thumb. “Yes?” He asked, pretending to be uninterested.

She was frustrated, the fact that they were toying with her like she was a fuckdoll made her feel empty, and horny at the same time. They wouldn’t give her what she wanted, not if she didn’t do something about it.

She slowly got up from Kakashi’s lap, her skirt rolled up almost all the way up her legs, leaving little to imagination. Her hands found the buttons of her shirt, slowly undoing them as she walked towards Aizawa with her legs shaking in need, desperate to feel any kind of contact. Gojo turned to the side as she walked past him, giving her thighs a playful slap and causing her to giggle in between her sniffs.

She tossed her shirt to the side, kneeling in front of Aizawa, then got on all fours. He quickly reached for the headband on his wrist, tying his hair up in a man-bun to get rid of the sweat forming on his forehead, starting to feel nervous to see such a pretty face in between his lets. She licked her lips to the sight, he was already insanely handsome but with his face all bare open... It made her needier than ever.

“Need something, kitty?” He asked with his low voice, eyes barely staying on her face as he eyed the way her breasts rested on her bra. She giggled with the way Aizawa’s eyes widen, arching her back, getting Kakashi’s attention with the sight of her thigh-highs squeezing her soft thighs. “May I taste you, Aizawa-sensei?” she nearly purred, getting her face closer to his dick. It was her usual self, so respectful to Aizawa as ever, his pretty little kitty.

His breath hitched in his throat, but somehow he managed to keep his voice steady, probably due to being used to scolding his students any time he needed to. “Hm? Go ahead.” He said, being the man of few words like always. She leaned down, giving his tip kitten licks just like he liked, teasing him with the lack of sensation.

Just then, she felt a pair of hands caressing her hips, which belonged to Gojo. “Do you mind?” He asked with a grin plastered on his face, not even waiting for an answer as he slapped her ass. “Gojo-sensei!” She moaned, head falling on Aizawa’s bare lap as her face rested right next to his cock, tip dripping wet with pre-cum.

“Or forget it, I don’t mind even if you do.” He said. As Gojo kept teasing her hole, Kakashi left the room, talking about getting something real quick but her mind was too hazy to process anything at that moment. She hungrily watched Aizawa’s cock almost throbbing in need, kissing all the way from the base up to the tip, teasing him but she knew her teacher was not famous with his patience at all.

Aizawa grabbed her hair as he heard her moaning with the feeling of Gojo’s fingers barely going inside her, getting her closer to his needy member. Growing jealous that he made his kitty feel good, taking a deep breath to soothe his nerves.

She looked up at his red, tired-looking eyes almost glowing as they filled with satisfaction. He loved seeing his favourite student like that, all desperate, tongue rolled out and bent over right in front of him, practically begging to taste his cock.

She swirled her tongue around his tip, slowly letting him slide inside as he supported her with the push of his hand on her head. His other hand was busy stroking her cheek, his gaze didn’t shift to Gojo even if he talked, all focused on her and her pretty lips moving up and down on his dick.

“Do you want my cock, baby?” Gojo said, she could only hum with Aizawa’s impressive length almost choking her completely. He had to bite back a laugh with that choked sound coming from her. “Huh? What’s that? The cock in your mouth is too fat?” He teased, making her frown in annoyance.

Gojo grinned, pulling his fingers out to undo his pants, pulling them down to fall to his knees. He grabbed himself, stroking his tip to her puffy lips, causing her to moan around the cock inside her mouth.

Aizawa let out a loud grunt with the sensation of her moans that sent shivers down his spine. “Fuck, kitten...” He said, tugging on her hair as he pushed her head even more, feeling her tongue right under his dick. She felt every single vein of it, letting it get deeper into her mouth, almost gagging when it hit the back her throat.

“Such a good girl.” Aizawa praised her, getting her in the mood since he didn’t want her to get hurt because of Gojo.

She had to pull away for a second as Gojo pushed inside her, holding her by the waist, hips not-so-slowly moving. She moaned loudly with the full feeling, her entrance trying desperately to relax but it was no use, it kinda hurt due to his girth but her walls kept pulling him back inside whenever he tried to pull out. “Sensei!” She whined, trying to muffle her moans as she pressed her lips together.

“Oh, fucking-jesus!” Gojo groaned, slapping her thighs once more, so hard that it made her scream. She whimpered with the pleasure growing inside her belly, Gojo leaned down to play with her swollen clit to distract her. “What a tight fuckin’ cunt you have here... Should’ve told me sooner baby, I would fuck you every day like the good little slut you are.” He muttered under his breath.

Just then, Kakashi came back to the room with his usual relaxed walk, despite the rock-hard cock in his pants. He took a seat next to her, watching how she tried pathetically to stroke Aizawa at the same time as Gojo kept hitting into her from the back, causing her to jolt back and forth.

Aizawa held her by the chin, moving her to his cock once again as he pushed his hips up to ease the needy feeling inside him. She whimpered into his length, feeling too much with Gojo’s cock practically ripping her apart. She started to suck Aizawa again, her hands finding his thighs as she hungrily lapped his dick.

She kept struggling with two cocks invading her insides, Kakashi slightly got up from the floor just enough to remove his pants. Her lustful eyes found his cock on the bare open, jerking himself off to the sight of her so vulnerably moaning against Aizawa as Gojo rocked his hips right behind her.

“What’s that?” Kakashi asked, getting her attention to his face. “Are you that much of a cockslut that two of them are not enough for you?” He grinned. Gojo let out a giggle, pressing into her back even more as he kept pounding inside her wet cunt, the entire room filling with her gagging voice and the wet, sloppy sounds coming right from her pussy.

“She really is,” Gojo said, “I remember her being our lovely little student, who could’ve known?” He joked, almost humiliating her in front of the other two men, but that only caused her to tighten even more around him. Aizawa kept silent as he held her hair to prevent it from getting into her way.

“Tell us,” Kakashi said with his usual teasing voice, “Were you always a slut like this, all wet inside your panties, acting innocent?” He said, his fingers brushing against his tip she so wanted a taste. He smirked down at her, pointing to Aizawa, who was filling her entire mouth at that moment. “You love having your mouth stuffed with a cock so much, huh?” He grinned.

Every single one of them smiled at her state, Gojo started to feel himself getting closer to his release with every thrust, her walls spasming his cock hungrily. He let out a light moan, cursing under his breath as he smacked her ass. “She feels so fucking good-“ Gojo grunted, not wanting to cum so early but the way she kept tightening around him made it impossible to hold it in. He let himself go, filling her insides for the first time that night, but certainly not last.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away even if Aizawa got his hand off of her head, not pressuring her into it anymore. Just then, his gaze shifted to the lube resting on the floor next to Kakashi.

“Is that what you went to get?” He asked, turning to the grey-haired man. He grinned through his mask, passing the lube to Aizawa with a push of his hands. He took it with shaky hands, feeling sensitive due to the hot and wet mouth wrapped around his entire shaft, shamelessly taking him in. “Fuck-“ He moaned out.

Gojo didn't pull out of her as he finally caught his breath, leaning in to grab the bottle in Aizawa’s hands. Her legs started shaking with the thick cock still resting inside her.

He took the lube as he eyed her hips from the back, hands still roaming on them, giving her thighs slight slaps to keep her in place. She moaned with the feeling of his cock slipping out of her sensitive walls, finally taking a deep breath as she kept sucking her sensei's cock without caring what Gojo and Kakashi were talking about.

"I'd give it a shot." Gojo said, giggling like a child as he wet his thumb with the lube, slowly spreading it into her hole, careful to not hurt her in a way she doesn't want. “Take a deep breath darling, or it will hurt and believe it or not, I won’t do anything about it.”

She gasped as she felt the tip of his thumb slowly going inside her, an unfamiliar feeling spread through her entire body as she tried to relax her legs and take the finger going inside her slowly. She turned her focus back to her long, black haired sensei as she felt him twitch inside her mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck...” He said with that raspy voice of his that made her cunt clench around nothing whenever she heard it. She leaned in, taking his entire length inside her and moaned at the same time with Gojo’s fingers inside, deep inside her ass. “What a pretty kitty...” He said, caressing her hair lovingly.

Aizawa spilled his cum down her throat, pressuring her head while doing so, preventing her from leaning away from his cock. He breathed out then, finally being able to relax after that overwhelming session of her mouth. She gulped down his white liquid, feeling it leaving a salty taste on her tongue.

She was pulled away by Gojo then, placing her on his lap as his digit remained inside her, he gave her a few reassuring kisses. “Open up darling, relax now...” He said, trying his best to not go feral with those cute little whimpers of hers. He pushed his finger a little more carefully, but had to stop with the yelping sound.

“Sensei, ‘s a little u-uncomfortable...” She managed to breath out in between her moans, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to adjust to his new sensation. She felt a presence near her, opening her eyes only to meet her silver-haired sensei, who seemed to finally got rid of his pants too.

Kakashi reached out for her hand, pressing kisses on her neck to distract her for a while, motioning her to his aching shaft. She wrapped her hand around his cock instantly, starting to slowly pump it, feeling the warmth on her palm.

“Eyes on me, kitty.” She heard Aizawa say, who crawled to her other side, caressing her cheek to turn her head to him. “Come here.” He whispered, leaning in to give her a slow, passionate kiss that made her insides burn in need.

Gojo slowly started to move his thumb inside her, going in and out carefully as he realized the two men kept her occupied enough to get her relax under their touch. Kakashi smiled, he heard her gasping into Aizawa’s mouth as he pressed his two fingers into her aching clit.

The kiss got hungrier and needier whenever she felt a certain finger going in and out of her ass, or another set of fingers playing and circling her sensitive nub. “Hold her still,” Gojo said to Kakashi, he pressed his free hand onto her waist to keep her in place as Gojo pushed another finger inside.

“Fuck!” She moaned out, starting to feel the painful stretch again but Aizawa was quick to press her into his lips, holding her by the nape to get her attention back to himself. She squeezed and pressed her thumb into Kakashi’s tip, barely hearing his breathy moans, her mind too hazy to process anything that was happening at that moment.

“How do you feel, brat?” Gojo asked, smirking as he watched her coming undone with his two digits inside her, all relaxed thanks to Kakashi’s fingers playing with her clit non-stop. She moaned as an approval, not wanting to lean away from Aizawa’s lips. She loved the way his slight beard caressing into her chin, one hand resting on his neck.

She started to squirm, feeling overwhelmed with Gojo’s fingers thrusting inside her ass, and it made her feel amazing all combined with the pressure on her clit. She pulled away from Aizawa, re-opening her eyes slowly as she moaned loudly, starting to move her hand faster on Kakashi’s cock.

“S-Sensei, gonna cum- fuck!” She screamed as she reached her high, her legs vibrating in pleasure. “Oh- shit, keep doing that, what a good little girl... So fuckin’ pretty....“ Kakashi breathed out as he spilled on her soft thighs, feeling a drop of sweat running inside the mask.

“Horny fucking bitch.” Gojo said, reaching out for the lube, stroking his cock with a handful. He held her by the back of her knees, pushing her up by her hips to line his cock to her ass. “Ready now?” He asked.

She got nervous even though she gave him an impatient nod, scared of the stretch that was about to come. “Wait-“ Aizawa said, moving in front of her to face her wide-open legs, eyeing the way her cunt dripping down with arousal. Gojo hummed as he watched Aizawa, positioning himself in between her legs, pushing the head of his cock slowly.

Kakashi got up, enjoying the show by standing right next to them, still stroking his cock as he came down from his high. He felt himself twitch with the sight of his cum still resting on her thighs, painting her body white. “Aizawa-sensei, more!” She moaned out, trying to push herself into the man before him.

“You’re so tight,” Aizawa grunted. She watched him struggling to thrust inside her, looking like he was about to explode any moment. He kept pushing himself in as Gojo held her still by her legs, not paying attention to the cries she let out. “I- I feel you so deep inside, s-sensei!” She babbled out, one hand moving into the slight bulge on her tummy.

Aizawa’s eyes widen with that sight, he buried himself inside her without even thinking, feeling the way her walls squeezing his cock invitingly. “You’re so good for me baby, yeah? You feel so fucking good.” He praised her. She tightened around him even more, whining in pleasure.

“Stop spoiling this slut-“ Gojo said, starting to push up into her ass, causing her to tear up. It felt full, so full with two cocks inside her, and it was overwhelming, she felt like she was about to pass out any moment. “Don’t you like it?” Gojo asked, moving his hand to play with her clit, her legs twitched as he kept caressing the still-sensitive nub.

“I-“ She tried to moan, screaming in pleasure. “I love it s-so fucking much!” She said, mouth hanging open as Gojo giggled at her needy attitude. Aizawa started to pull out until only his tip was inside, then thrusted inside her again. “You look so fucking pretty with two cocks buried inside you, baby.” Kakashi said, she tilted her head up at him to find him caressing himself.

She grinned like the brat she is, opening her mouth fully as she showed him his tongue, looking hungry for more. “Fuck- You little tease.” He grunted, pushing himself inside her mouth, moaning at the way her lips wrap around his length.

“Still think that you’re so smart?” Gojo asked, landing a harsh smack on her ass unforgivingly, she yelped in surprise with the sudden burning feeling. Aizawa kept thrusting in and out of her, loving the way she spasmed around him whenever Gojo pounded a little too hard.

“You won’t be thinking of anything but cock after I’m done with you.” Gojo grinned, he couldn’t wait to find that know-it-all brat all desperate and fucked out. Her bottom lip quivered, legs slightly shaking with this overstimulation as she looked up into Kakashi with hazy eyes.

“Such a good girl,” Aizawa said, holding her by the waist as he thrust inside harshly, a moan escaping her lips into the cock inside her mouth whenever he hit her sweet spot. “You like having three cocks inside you? Taking it like a good girl...” He kept praising her and the way her pussy would squeeze the living life out of him.

“Of course she likes it,” Gojo said, grabbing her hips firmly to move her up and down on his length. She mewled whenever Gojo would stretch her more, giving her the pleasure she never knew that she needed. It felt full, like she was ready to explode but the more he played with her clit, the more she relaxed under his touch. “Would you look at her, she’s fucking drooling. You needed your senseis that much?”

Tears mixed with the drool running down her chin, wetting all her face as she tried her best to relax her throat, taking Kakashi deeper inside. “Fucking hell-“ He said, grunting and feeling his cock spasm inside her mouth. He grabbed her jaw, shoving himself inside her mouth, feeling his tip hitting the back of it caused a loud moan spill from his lips.

She felt her orgasm approaching once again, squirming and whining under her teacher. “Open up,” She heard Kakashi say, pulling out of her mouth slowly. She did as she was told, obeying like the good girl she is. “Y’want my cum? Beg for it.” He said.

Her eyes widened, the pressure inside her starting to become too much. “Please-“ She gasped out, tongue rolled out to taste the cum she so wanted on her tongue. “I need it so bad, sensei, I promise I’ll be good!” She cried out, voice cracking in need.

“Oh yeah?” Kakashi said, humming to her whines as he jerked himself off on her tongue. “I wonder, you still think I’m fucking boring? Or do you need me inside that pussy too?” He grinned even though she couldn’t see it. Fresh tears started to ran down her face, her nose now all red with that much crying.

“N-No, sensei...” She whined out, looking up at him so vulnerably, her body jerking up and down with each thrust up into her ass. “Take it like a good little whore.” Kakashi said, finally releasing into her tongue as he slapped her cheek with one hand, her mouth still open, his cum dripping down her jaw. “Don’t you dare swallow until I say so.” He said.

She nodded mindlessly, babbling about how good it feels to Aizawa with cum filling her mouth. Gojo growled whenever he felt her squeezing him even more, he pressed into her clit even more, making her scream. Kakashi grabbed her jaw again, turning her head to face him. She looked at him with those doe eyes he adored, looking like she’s begging to taste his spit right there and then, and who was he to deny herself from such thing?

He pulled his mask down for a few moments, letting her see his face. Her eyes widened with the realization, soon smiling as she swallowed on Kakashi’s command. “Good girl.” He said, pressing his thumb into her bottom lip. “Gojo-sensei!” She whined, feeling extremely close to his orgasm now, her toes curling with every sensation and Aizawa’s harsh thrusts up into her cunt made her moan every second. “‘m gonna cum-“ She babbled out, looking into her teacher’s eyes in need.

Aizawa’s free hand found her neck, giving it a light squeeze that drew a deep grunt from her. “Oh yeah?” He hummed, “Cum on my cock, baby, let go.” He reassured her, silently wiping the tears away from her face, giving her a kiss on her temples.

Her eyes rolled into her skull as she creamed all over Aizawa’s cock, spasming around him so hard that it pushed him into edge. “Shit- such a good fucking girl, take it, fucking take my cum.” He moaned out, spilling inside her messy cunt that was dripping all into Gojo’s lap, a white coloured, ring shaped arousal remaining on his dick.

“You fucking slut,” Gojo said, pounding inside her ass and at that point, he couldn’t even feel his brain, only focused on the way she moaned whenever he thrusted inside her tight hole. “That’s what you deserved all along, isn’t it? See, this is what you’re fuckin’ good for.” He said, not getting any reaction from the girl on his lap.

“Aw, what is it?” He mocked her, pushing his thumb inside her mouth, she started to suck without even thinking twice. “Have I fucked you that stupid? Can’t even talk? Poor baby.” He said, twitching deep inside her.

“Gonna cum in your ass, you hear me?” He asked with a loud voice, feeling he was about to burst any moment. “Y-yes...” She tried to talk with the finger occupying her mouth. “P-Please, sensei, fill me up,” She sniffed, needy for more no matter how much they give her.

Gojo let out cursed under his breath, soon cumming deep inside her, feeling her squeezing his cock like she’s milking him dry. “You little cockhungry bitch,” He exclaimed, catching his breath as he pulled out of her slowly, careful to not hurt her, not hurt her too bad, at least.

She collapsed into Gojo’s lap, her hands tangled in Aizawa’s hair. Kakashi soon got up from the floor, starting to get dressed. She whimpered as soon as her eyes landed on Kakashi, who was pulling his pants up his legs at that moment. “Sensei..?” She moaned out, getting his attention back to her. He raised an eyebrow as she smirked, biting on her thumb.

“So... That was it?” She asked with her bratty attitude coming back to herself after a long session of getting fucked dumb. “Oh, you little minx.” Gojo giggled, squeezing her thighs, “I don’t know about him, but I’m just getting started.”

laraazoldyck / 2021 / do not modify or repost

Hnggggg I want it

You’re really feeding us Kiri simps today 😭🙏🏼 think about this… Big Beefy Daddy Red Riot with a massive cock. One so big, he won’t even let girls go down on him because he doesn’t wanna scare them away or accidentally hurt them 🥺❤️ he’s been a pro for a few years now, has had a couple partners, but not too much experience… then he saves you, you start talking, and after a few dates… HE TELLS YOU HE’S NEVER GOTTEN HEAD. And you’re offended. Because Red Riot of ALL PEOPLE deserves the Gluck-Gluck 9000, soul sucking head.

Warnings: 18+, size kink, oral, facial, virgin Kirishima.

He doesn’t want to do it at first.

He swears, swears to you he doesn’t want to hurt you.

You mean too much to him for anything bad to happen to you. He’s more than happy to service you every time, trying to convince you that he gets just as much pleasure from eating you out as you do. But you wanna make him feel good too, noticing the way he palms himself whenever he delves between your sopping folds. Giving him some needed relief to the thought of burying himself inside your tight heat.

You already know he’s big, the ooze of pre that soaks his boxers and the the imprint clear as day prove it, but you can’t quite tell just how big.

“You don’t have to-“ The words are leaving his lips like clockwork, he’s done this time and time again.

Expecting you to get up and walk away when you’ve finally caught a glimpse at him, all of him.

“I want to.” Your reply has him groaning, half-lidded eyes fluttering as you move forwards.

The moment your lips sink around his cock it’s all over.

Any semblance of control is gone when he looks down to see those beautiful eyes staring back up at him. The way your jaw stretches almost uncomfortably to try and accommodate his sheer girth, drool spilling down your chin as you try to find that extra lubrication to help him slide deeper inside you.

He’s definitely the biggest man you’ve ever been with, probably the biggest you’ve ever seen. It was just so fitting for a Pro-Hero with as big a heart as Red Riot to have a monster cock to match.

Using both your hands to wrap around the parts you couldn’t fit in your mouth as you began a slow, steady pace.

Kirishima had to gather every single ounce of restraint he had inside him to stop himself from grabbing your head and thrusting into your warm mouth, the sensation too overwhelming as he bit back his loud moans. Blissful symphonies of your name flowing from his lips as he felt your tongue graze the underside of his cock, following the pattern of bulking veins as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” Kirishima grunted, his large palm immediately curling around your throat to feel himself inside you.

You really were fucking amazing, this was more than any other woman was ever able to do, and you weren’t pulling away. Allowing yourself to gag on his length and actively seeking it as you pushed yourself further. Desperately wanting to make Red Riot feel as good as he had made you feel all those times before. He’d been the one to save your life, he’d given his all for you and you wanted to do the same.

Because if anyone deserved it, it was him.

Your hand moved to cup one of his fat, heavy balls as you barely managed to hold it in your palm, squeezing softly as you drew more sultry noises from your lover. Looking up at him through glassy eyes as he threw his head back in pleasure. His Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly, obviously trying to hold himself back.

But you didn’t want him to hold back, you wanted every part of him.

Your fingers continued to massage his sac, allowing your index finger to stroke against his taint. The sensation catching him off guard as he thrust his hips forward. The mushroomed head hitting the back of your throat as you began to gag around him. Kirishima’s wide-eyes glancing down at you as he began to splutter out apologies, except you didn’t stop. Instead you squeezed him even tighter, your cheeks hollowing as you worked him towards his end. Wanting to see him come undone for you, wanting to be the one to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

“Fuck, baby girl. I can’t- I’m gonna-“ He rambled, his hand moving to the back of your head to try and pull you off his cock, but you scratched your nails against his thick thigh in warning. Growling around his cock as you sent pleasurable vibrations straight through him as you felt him begin to shake.

“Oh fuck, shit-“ A slew of curses leaving his lips that would’ve made Bakugou proud as he came, and he came hard.

Thick, white globs of cum spurting from his tip as they caught the back of your throat. Making you gag as you pulled back from his length, watching as spurt after spurt of his warm release continued to empty from his weighty balls as they drenched your face. Catching in your lashes, streaming down your cheeks and dribbling down your breasts.

His chest heaves as he tries to regain his breath, his semi-hard cock still an impressive size as he looked down at you completely ruined by him. The first woman to ever make him come undone and you’re still here. The thought enough to make his cock throb back to life as he hardens again at the sight of you.

Kirishima thinks you’ve never looked prettier.

Is this heaven I stumbled across? @queensynderella you are my goddess

You’re staring at your boyfriend in all glory on the couch while he languidly strokes his cock, summons you over to him. You straddle him, hands on his shoulders you lean in to kiss him. Before you can get comfortable on his lap he stops you. Clicking his tongue “Wanna taste you first Princess.” He lifts you effortlessly putting your knees on his shoulders leaning his back to get a good view of you. Your hands dig into his hair. “Babe, I’ll fall.” You bite your lip and his hands are coming to secure themselves around you “Daddy’s got you. Just relax.” His nose nudges against your thigh and it’s traveling up , you feel his breath on your sex and your bucking slightly into it. He smirks against your skin, nose traveling up your slit and he growls. He’s back on your thigh leaving kisses and bites between the both of them. “Daddy” you sigh “more please.” Now usually he’ll tease you but today he just wants you And he’s licking a stride up your slit taking your throbbing nub into his mouth. Your hands tangle in his hair pulling as your begin to buck into him fucking your self on his tongue. He stands and you yelp “daddy!” “Still got you princess.” Lapping up every inch of you, your head lolls back and your mind is no longer worried about how high your are off the ground you are now but just basking in the pleasure he’s giving you and you cum hard, body convulsing but he’s still got you secured to him. Then he’s sliding you down his body, arms under your thighs keeping them draped over his arms and he’s sliding you onto his hard aching cock ….

Just some good morning thots for you 👀

-Steff 🦈

Absolutely not me still thinking of that art of Kiri on the couch with our leash in his hand...

Ahem, allow me to expand on this since we've been thirsting about our big, beefy man standing while feasting on us for days.

Warnings: 18+ Content, Minors DNI! (smut; oral sex (fem receiving), DDlg language, rough sex, Kiri being the beast he is.)

You had liked it more than you realized, in awe of your man's strength as he held you up in the air and devoured you the way only his skilled tongue could. The slight flutter of fear in your gut only making your high that much better, but it was the sheer trust you had in him that had your heart pounding against your ribcage the whole time. Even as you pulled in ragged breaths as he slid you down his toned frame.

A low moan tumbling past parted lips as his leaking cockhead caught on your hole, desire riddled gaze glued to his as your face twisted with pleasure at his thick length stretching and filling you to perfection. You fully expected your sweat dewed back to meet the coolness of the wall any second now, because you knew Kirishima inside and out by now.

"Daddy...need you..." You whined, trying fruitlessly to grind down against him but his strong arms were still wrapped around your thighs, keeping you still as he savored the way your silky walls hugged him just right.

You knew how he liked to fuck you most; those slow, deep thrusts that had you feeling every inch of his girthy cock, hips locked to the wall so he could enjoy taking his time with you. But not today, and the wicked smirk unfurling on his face should have been your first clue.

"Better hold on tight, babygirl~" The redhead purred in a husky tone that always sent a shiver down your spine, covered your skin in goosebumps.

Kirishima's strength always had you in awe but he was about to take it to another level because he was feeling greedy for you today. The large hands splayed on your plush thighs dragging you up his cock, letting gravity help slam you back down until he was bouncing you on his length roughly. The sound of skin on skin and his near feral grunts and growls echoing in your head as he fucked you in the middle of your living room.

The image alone, the muscles in his thighs flexed, the ones in his large arms rippling with every jerk of your smaller frame, it was enough to make that knot fray. A low, gravelly growl rumbling through his chest as your pussy began to clench around him, moans and curses spilling from your throat as he continued to pound into despite the resistance.

"That's fuckin' right, little one, cum on my cock--fuck!" He growled, lashes fluttering as his heavy balls smack against your ass with every quick, rough snap of his hips into you as you came down. "Don't even think Daddy's done with ya yet, either..."

I have no doubt in my mind that Iida is an undercover perv that scolds himself for his impure thoughts

awkward encounters

Tenya Iida x Reader 

all characters are 18+, Minors DNI. 

+ warnings - explicit sex

I would like to dedicate this piece to @uaresidentmommy who had this idea originally and I just wrote my piece around it. So without them none of this would be possible so thank you so much! <33 

You couldn’t recall how many times you had both cum, both of you sensitive and sore. Neither of you caring as Tenya continued to thrust into you, his head pressed against your neck, littering it with sloppy kisses. Your fingers scratching down his back and across the shaved section of his hair. Both of you not wanting this to end.

Your combined moans and grunts filling the room. The only other noise being the slapping of skin.

“You are so perfect darling. I missed you so much.” He moaned into your ear, his deep moan making you clench around him. You thighs tightening and pulling him closer. His strong thrusts now deeper than before, Tenya filling you up perfectly.

A week wasn’t a long time. But it felt like forever to two horny 18-year old’s who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Tenya being gone for his work study and you stuck in your dorm, not so patiently waiting for him to return. So, what better way to make up for lost time than having slow passionate sex with each other for the past hour and a half. The stamina of a future Pro Hero being nothing to scoff at.    

“How do you feel so good. Like you were made for me.” He stated, slowing down the pace of his movements but not the intensity.

“Yes, only you Tenya.” You whined, throwing your head back. Unsure how your body could feel this much pleasure. Tenya so close to making both of you cum again.

“Do you want me to fill you up again? Have my cum run out of you for the rest of the night?” He asked, his voice still deep and sultry. You loved Tenya always, no matter what but like this he was different. In the privacy of his dorm he let himself go and showed you a side of himself that was less polished, more desperate and vulnerable. Clinging to you like you were the only person in the world.

You felt your stomach tighten again, your orgasm approaching, your whole body shaking with overstimulation.

“I love you, I love you so much.” You cried out, pulling Tenya in and kissing him fiercely. Your tongues meshing together and moving in sync, both of you swallowing each other’s moans. Your mind foggy, your brain so consumed by pleasure as you came with a shriek, shutting your eyes tightly, tears spilling out as your boyfriend continued to thrust hard and fast into you.  The overstimulation almost too much.

Without thinking you activated your quirk, phasing through the bed, Aoyama’s room and landing on one of the common room couches with a thud. Your sticky body clinging to the material of the couch as you awkwardly flailed around, grabbing whatever was within grabbing distance attempting to cover yourself. All you could grab was a stray cushion and someone’s school jacket.

“Um Y/N…” You heard, turning around and facing Jirou, her cheeks bright red as she took in whatever situation had literally fallen from the sky. She wasn’t your only concern though. The dining room was full, all of 3A seated for dinner, all of them looking at you. The only empty chair being the one which would have been for Tenya if he wasn’t otherwise occupied. Forks and spoons stopped mid air as they all took you in, mouths agape.

You didn’t move, didn’t talk, you weren’t even sure if you were breathing. You were in complete shock. The only sound being that of Tenya’s engine, running into the common room and halting in front of you. His lower half covered with a sheet and he turned his back to his classmates and pulled you against him. Covering both of you back up in the process. His body warm, sticky with sweat and cum as you pressed harder against him. Too embarrassed to look behind him again. He was also still hard, how he managed it you had no idea. Especially in a situation like this.

“Is this the best day of my life?” You heard Kaminari ask, his voice higher than usual.

“There is nothing to see here, we don’t have to make a big deal out of this.” Tenya said to his classmates, turning around while still holding you against his back firm with one of his large hands. His other hand chopping wildly to drive his point home.

“Oh, there is plenty to see.” Mineta said, waggling his eyebrows at the both of you. Sero quick to use his quirk to apprehend the purple perv and shut him up.

“This is perfectly normal, Y/N and I haven’t seen each other for a week so we really missed each other and-.” He started babbling out before your hand reached out and silence him.

“I think maybe we should just go. I think they have a fairly good idea about what was happening.” You whisper yelled into his ear, wanting to remove yourself from this situation and maybe the whole planet as quickly as possible.

Without another word Tenya tightened the sheet around the both of you and shuffled out of the room. Thankful that your boyfriend was so tall and broad he hid you from view. There was still no noise, the sound of breathing be all you could hear as the elevator doors opened and you rushed inside. Happy that 3A homeroom teacher had other business to attend to.

                                                              *

“You dirty dog!” Kaminari shouted, slapping Tenya on the back as he walked into the room. Wincing at the attention. He hoped that everyone would just forget about it. Or at least not mention it. Oh how silly he was, forgetting who he had spent the last 3 years with.

“I’m not a dog! Nor am I dirty!” He said to the blonde, walking past him and heading towards his seat.

“I expected it to happen eventually but definitely not to you Pres.”

“It’s just a big-.” He started.

“That’s what Y/N said!” Mineta yelled, cutting him off. Wanting to make as many jokes as possible.

Tenya smirked, straightened himself up and pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Yeah, she actually does.”

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Imagine having a phasing quirk like Mirio’s and being so overstimulated by your best boy that you lose control of your power and phase through your bed into the common area or someone else’s dorm.

Lives in my head rent free 🥴

This is *𝒄 𝒉 𝒆 𝒇 𝒔 𝒌 𝒊 𝒔 𝒔*

Toy Box

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader (Roommate AU)

Rating: Explicit (18+ minors do not interact)

Warnings: Sex toys mentioned, Voyeurism, masturbation, smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), overstimulation,

Word Count: 16.5k

a/n: Here it is! Roommate Baku! The fic based on this post here! I had so much fun writing this. Like... so much fun. I really really hope y'all enjoy it. Sorry in advance for how long it is I just uhhh got carried away lol. Very very special thanks to @hoe-doroki for being constantly supportive and super patient while I wrote this because it’s been a wip for MONTHS. Love you baby I hope you enjoy it. Anywhoo ENJOY

You are mortified, if that is even the correct word to use. You could open a thesaurus, find all other words that mean the same thing, smash them all together to make one giant word that meant the same thing and you still wouldn’t be able to come up with a better word for how you’re feeling looking at the package in the middle of the table.

In stark contrast to your horror and humiliation, your roommate is across the room laughing his annoying ass off as tears form in the corner of his eyes and he chokes—good, let him—on his spit. His words play back in your mind over and over, searing themselves into your brain with every repeated phrase.

“Well shit, if you wanted to be fucked by a huge dick, all you had to do was ask.”

Your roommate, rising pro hero Katsuki Bakugo, had just walked in on you seeing the very special package—also known as an 8 inch dildo you planned to have a very nice evening with, at least before now-—he’d left for you on the table. This man hasn’t uttered more than 20 words to you since the two of you moved in together about 6 months ago—which you appreciated in all honesty—and he chooses now of all times to make a crude ass joke? When you’re wallowing in your disgrace?

“Shut the fuck up. Not another word, Bakugo, or I swear-”

“What, you’ll beat me with the big black dick on the table?”

He laughs again, beating his chest as he hacks up a lung from laughing so hard. You momentarily contemplate jumping on him and kicking his ass. You won’t win,obviously, but with the surprise, you’ll at least be able to get a few jabs in. Instead, you snatch the dildo off the table, stuff it in your jacket and run to your room. You slam the door shut before you hear him say, “Hey, wait!” through his laughing fit.

You throw the dildo on your bed and crouch down in front of the door, holding your cheeks that feel like they’re on fire. You try to take a deep breath, rationalize the situation—there are plenty of embarrassing things that could’ve happened. I mean the two of you are roommates. He’s seen you in short shorts and messy bed hair before and that never bothered you.

Fact is, nothing really bothered you with him. It’s why you two worked so well as roommates. He left you alone, you left him alone. You had different friend groups, different hobbies, different lives. He was a pro hero and you were...a walking pit of despair with a shit but nice paying office job where you excelled at what you did but, it was not at all what you wanted to do with your life.

The perfect dynamic.

The only conversations you had were about the apartment and the occasional “it’s supposed to rain today, ugh” and “I’ll be gone for the weekend” over the very rare breakfast together.

Speaking of, he was supposed to be gone for the weekend and you were supposed to have the apartment to yourself.

In fact, that morning he muttered as you sat sipping your coffee, something about going to some training camp for the weekend with a bunch of the other up-and-coming pros he’d graduated with. You hadn’t listened much to why he wasn’t going to be home, but your ears did perk up when you realized you’d have the house to yourself. It coincided perfectly with the fact that the dildo your best friend texted you was supposed to arrive later that afternoon.

Ok, so you knew it was a possibility that Bakugo might see the package, but you were assured, had checked multiple times, that the packaging would be discreet. Clearly, you were mistaken about how discreet it would be. It actually couldn’t have been more discreet if it’d had “I’m a lonely single woman who needs some good dick so I bought a 8 inch dildo online” sign plastered to the package. You shake your head, trying to clear your mind of the incident and instead focus on why Bakugo was even here in the first place.

You can hear him shuffling around the apartment behind your bedroom door. There are clinking pans and the sound of the TV going, which definitely doesn’t sound like a “I’ll be gone this weekend” thing to do. Maybe he’s waiting on a cab, you think to yourself.

You stand up and stretch, grabbing your phone to scroll through your social media and also text your best friend about what happened. Maybe, she will laugh about it and make you feel just a little bit better, maybe it’ll just be swept under the rug once the two of you laugh about it and it’s over and done when Bakugo leaves.

“Right, when he leaves… I'll just pretend like it never happened and enjoy the rest of my weekend,” you say plopping down on your bed. You scroll through social media until you fall asleep, opting to take a stress nap.

When you awaken hours later, Bakugo is still there. The sun has set, your room is dark and you can still hear the TV playing. You’re groggy and a little fuzzy of what’s going on, but the incident is still fresh in your mind. Your stomach growls and you make the very brave decision to go out and make yourself dinner. You’ll just ignore him if he says anything about it—you’re good at that. Besides you two aren’t friends. You aren’t obligated to speak to him. So you change out of the work clothes you fell asleep in, pull on your comfy sweats and favorite band t-shirt, and place your hand on the doorknob. You take a deep breath before opening it and walking out into the hall.

The kitchen smells like some spicy ramen Bakugo made which doesn’t smell bad considering he’s a pretty good cook. He's sitting on the couch scrolling through social media on his phone. He’s wearing loungewear, which suspiciously looks like “I’m staying in” clothes rather than “I’m waiting on my cab” clothes. He doesn’t look in your direction when you enter the kitchen and you’re actually kind of grateful.

You focus on preparing dinner, pulling out the pots and pans you need. You have soup boiling and you’re zoned out watching the steam billow up from the pot when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You jump and spin around, almost knocking the pan off the stove.

“Geez, don’t you ever make noise when you walk!” you say to him as you put a hand over your heart.

“Ain’t my fault you’re an airhead and don’t pay attention to your surroundings,” he says, shrugging. You glare at him before spinning back around to resume cooking. He huffs and clears his throat, trying to get your attention without touching you. When you don’t acknowledge him, he barks at you, “I’m assuming with how fucking dense you are, you haven’t heard about the stay at home order.”

You’re about to curse him out for calling you dense when you comprehend the rest of his sentence.

“The what?”

“Quarantine, because of the pandemic. The entire city is going on lockdown. No one is allowed to leave their homes except for emergencies. Companies are having employees work from home if possible, and they’re setting up a delivery service for groceries and supplies if needed. You should pay attention to the damn news one in a while.” He scolds you as he holds his phone up to your face for you to read the headline declaring the stay at home order.

So, that’s why he’s still here. You snatch the phone from his grip and scroll through the article, reading and confirming everything he just said. When you finish, you stare up at him as he watches you with that same dumb ass smirk on his face. It’s the “I told you so” face. You try to ignore it and give the phone back to him, asking, “For how long?”

He grunts at you, “Two weeks.”

You almost faint. Two weeks, stuck in the apartment with Bakugo who just saw the big-ass dildo you just bought and won’t be able to use for two weeks now, thanks to the pandemic. You’ve barely spent more than an hour with Bakugo and now you have to spend almost every minute of every day with him? You don’t know much about him, but from what you’ve seen today, he’s an asshole and annoying, so surely these two weeks are going to be a huge pain.

You take a deep breath before turning back to turn off the stove and transfer your soup to a bowl. “Thanks for telling me,” you say offhandedly, trying to stay casual and hiding the annoyance in your tone. When you don’t hear him move and you’re about to carry your bowl of soup to your room, you stop. He’s staring at you with a pensive frown, like he’s just realized something and it’s on the tip of his tongue.

“What?”

He pauses for a moment, visibly contemplating his next words before ultimately deciding not to say what he wanted. “Tsk, nothing. I’m going to bed,” he grumbles, turning on his heel and stalking to his bedroom door. You roll your eyes as you hear him curse to himself before slamming the door shut.

The next few days stuck indoors with Bakugo are just as you expected. Hell. He is by far the most annoying, stubborn, brash man you’ve ever met and you work with self-proclaimed genius businessmen for a living. He wakes up supremely early to do workouts loudly in the living room, he has no respect for when you’re on conference calls with your team throughout the day, cursing and complaining as he yells on the phone about the large amounts of paperwork he has to complete to his fellow pro heroes, and he doesn’t even have the decency to make two of whatever he’s making for lunch to share with you. Not that you’d eat it anyway, but still the thought counts.

You’ve been in so many arguments the last three days, it almost feels like you’re a married couple who’s on their last straw but are forced to stay together because of the kids.

He’s too loud, you’re too messy:

“Could you please keep it down, I’m on a conference call!”

“Oi, would it kill you to wash your fucking dishes after you use them?”

He wants to keep the TV on the news channels to monitor the rising virus cases, but you want to relax and watch Disney movies after a long and stressful day of work:

“You should want to be informed about what’s going on around us, idiot!”

“I think I’ve had a stressful enough day straining to hear my coworkers on the phone because you don’t know how to use your inside voice!”

He doesn’t let you know when he’s putting in an order for groceries and complains that you have way too much junk food in the apartment and you call him a food snob. The two of you are at each other’s throat constantly and you’re grasping at straws trying to find a silver lining for this situation.

It’s Thursday and the hectic schedule is calming down now that your coworkers are slowly getting used to working from home. You’ve set your workspace up in the living room at the tiny desk by the window. There are less meetings and you’re able to finish a lot of your projects fairly quickly, which keeps your days open enough to do side activities at home. You’ve put on the finishing touches for the huge project you’ve been working on that absolutely would have benefited from having all of your coworkers in the same room together.

You’re about to join a zoom call with your boss to finalize all the plans and move forward with rolling out the project when you calmly and very politely ask Bakugo if he can please keep it down for at least ten minutes while you’re on this call. He thankfully obliges, spitting a “whatever” back to you as he throws his shirt over his shoulder and walks to his bedroom.

You try not to pay attention to his back muscles, the way the sweat drips down them slowly and how he’s actually glowing from the morning sun beaming through the windows. You try, really really try, not to think about how, despite being covered in scars and old injuries, his skin still looks soft as he reaches out to turn the doorknob to his bedroom.

No.

No, you absolutely refuse to start looking at your roommate as if he’s a potential love interest. What is this? A sappy romcom? You’re not that horny, the quarantine is only for two weeks and you’ve lasted way longer than that without giving in to seductive thoughts.You turn away from his retreating figure, giving your head a quick shake as you type in your login information to ready yourself for the conference call.

Katsuki Bakugo is not hot. He is not attractive. He is just your roommate and you will get through these two weeks and everything will go back to normal.

Right?

This is not going as planned and in retrospect it’s stupid. Katsuki has made up his mind. Crushes, dumb lovey dovey feelings like this are stupid, a waste of time and absolutely unbearable. Not that you’d ever know he had a crush—or whatever he wants to refer to it as—but Kirishima and Mina won’t ever shut the fuck up about it so it’s only a matter of time before they blab about it and you hear one day. This quarantine is probably the best and worst scenario he could be in.

“It’s the perfect chance to sweep her off her feet!” Mina says sliding into the booth the afternoon they found out about the canceled training camp.

Katsuki rolls his eyes as he and Kirishima scooch into the large wrapped booth to make room for her.

“I don’t sweep people off their feet. This ain’t a damn romance movie. Plus, I don’t have any interest in a relationship, especially not with a roommate,” Katsuki says.

He can’t deny the attraction he feels for you, especially not to these idiots. He’d accidentally let those feelings slip one night when Denki was complaining about him not giving you his number. Ever observant Kirishima had asked why and the explosive blonde had conveyed his true feelings along with a string of curses and a face as red and flushed as a tomato.

Yeah, you’re not bad to look at. You’re quiet and not annoying and the fact that you’ve been in the apartment for six months and haven’t left complaining about Katsuki’s attitude is a huge plus. It’s true he doesn’t know much about you and Mina is right in a sense. This would be the perfect time to learn more about you.

He comes home that afternoon to learn way more about you than he thought. What better way to let your roommate know you think she’s fucking hot than by finding her 8 inch dildo in the mail. He won’t lie, it’s hot to think about, you in your room, just on the other side of his wall, holding in your moans so you wouldn’t wake him as you take—yeah, holy shit, 8 inches—into your needy warm–

No. No, Katsuki refuses. He’s not like pussy obsessed Kaminari or pussy whipped Kirishima. He will get through this quarantine without constantly drooling over you and when things go back to normal, he’ll spend more time out of the apartment and maybe clear his head of the ridiculous crush. People grow out of crushes all the time; he grew out of the high school crush he had on Mirko, surely he can grow out of this one.

Teasing you about the package when you’d finally gotten home from work hadn’t helped. You looked cute, blushing and scrambling to hide it and then threatening him after he’d spent a full ten minutes laughing at you. Four days into quarantine and Katsuki has definitely figured out his favorite pastime is riling you up. The two of you function so contrastingly differently it makes him grind his teeth in rage and the only way he’s able to feel better is watching you get just as angry and bothered. It’s cute and frankly he doesn’t have anything better to do other than the endless paperwork he has to work on from Endeavor’s agency, where he’s a sidekick.

It is also a welcome distraction away from the way you prance around the apartment in skimpy, tight clothes for your morning yoga. Katsuki is out of the apartment before you or just leaving as you wake up on a normal day, so he’s not aware of your morning routine. You wake up every morning, have a cup of coffee, then move to the living room to do an hour of yoga before getting in the shower. It would be fine—no it wouldn’t— if you weren’t so flexible and bendy and your ass didn’t sit propped up perfectly while you were upward dog or whatever. The shorts cup beneath your ass, the sports bra you wear pushes your tits up and every pose, every single pose, Katsuki has trouble not fantasizing about him tangled up with you.

And when you’re done and covered in a little sheen of sweat, tendrils of your hair sticking to your neck, you glow in the morning sun. As if he wasn’t already trying not to look in your direction. To get back at you, he works out in the living room around lunch time, shirtless. Katsuki knows he’s attractive and he’s seen you take second glances out of the corner of your eye when you think he’s not paying attention and everytime it inflates his already huge ego. So working out in the living room, grunting loudly as he lifts dumbbells and does push ups so his back muscles—which he’s noticed are what you seem to really enjoy, based on your lingering looks as he walks away—are defined.

This afternoon, you’ve stopped him in the middle of the workout to ask for ten minutes of quiet while you’re on an important call. Most of your interactions are full of snarky snide comments and rolled eyes, but he can tell you’re being really sincere when you ask him this time. Your eyes are wide, your eyebrows are furrowed and your hand is at your side playing with a loose thread on your pants nervously. This is important to you and Katsuki again has to swallow the rising dumb gushy feeling he gets when he realises it. He brushes past you as you stand in front of him, batting your lashes and speaking in a soft shaky voice.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll go to my room,” he responds as he walks off.

He can feel your stare burning into his back as he walks off and right before he closes the door to his bedroom he hears you mutter to yourself, “No, stop that.”

He smirks a bit to himself before shutting the door. Nice to know you both are in the same boat.

It’s finally Friday, which means the weekend will be here and you can relax and not think about work. It also means you’ll have more time spent with Bakugo without the excuse of work to stop you from carrying on a conversation with him. You’re not sure why you have butterflies in your stomach or why you’re not dreading this fact considering he’s been a complete asshole the entire week, but the idea of what he does during the weekend when he’s not out with his hero friends or working extra hours at the agency sparks your curiosity.

Work is easy today, most of your coworkers have taken off to start the weekend early and it seems like a pretty chill today. Even Bakugo seems quieter today. He’s sitting on the couch, earbuds jammed into his ears as he scrolls and texts someone furiously.You had a plan to make your favorite dinner tonight, spaghetti and meatballs, have a glass of wine, and watch Disney movies all night to unwind from the stressful week. You’ve been contemplating whether you want to invite him to join you or if he’ll just make fun of you and spend the whole weeknd closed up in his room.

You glance over at him as you continue typing your email. His scarlet eyes are still glued to his phone and he’s still texting quickly. He’s wearing his signature angry scowl but he also looks extremely bothered by something. For the first time since Quarantine started you feel something other than annoyance toward your roommate. You stop typing and turn to him now, eyes and voice wary.

“Hey Bakugo?”

“What I’m not even saying anything,” he growls without looking up. You smile for a second, amused by the fact that he knew you’d ask him to keep it down, but then you grow smug as you ask your next question.

“Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to have dinner and watch a movie with me tonight,” you say cheekily as you bask in the confusion on his face as he finally looks up from his phone to peer at you.

“What?”

You clear your throat before repeating yourself, “I said do you wanna have dinner and watch a movie with me tonight? Come on, it’s the weekend, you got through all your paperwork, I heard you boasting about it to your friend on the phone the other day and you have nowhere else to go thanks to quarantine so why not?” you say, giving him a half smile.

He doesn’t respond for a long time, visibly contemplating his decision and you’re almost about to regret asking when he looks back up to you, crimson eyes glimmering.

“What movie?” He waits for your answer as you sheepishly look away and you know he’s judging you silently.

“A Disney movie, but I haven’t decided on which one, yet,” you mutter to yourself. He rolls his eyes and looks back down to his phone.

“Pass,” he says lazily and you puff up your cheeks.

“Oh come on! What is it with you and not wanting to accept the magical wonder that is Disney into your life,” you say throwing your arms up in the air. He chuckles as he watches you get riled up.

“It’s unrealistic. Who the fuck goes around singing what they’re thinking?” he retorts, raising an eyebrow and smirking teasingly at you.

“Ok, you have a point but come ON. Not ALL of the Disney movies have singing!”

“Oh really? Name one.”

He’s got you. You didn’t think before you spoke and now you’re rapidly filtering through every Disney movie checking to see which ones have no singing until it hits you. You’re also positive it’s one he will actually enjoy.

“Atlantis. It’s settled. I’m showing you Atlantis tonight and you’re going to sit and reserve judgement until the end,” you say, shutting your laptop and standing.

You place your hands on your hips and cock it to the side, waiting for his affirmation. You raise an eyebrow and purse your lips when he continues to stare up at you with the “You’ve got to be kidding me face.” When he finally realizes that you’re too stubborn to let it go, he sighs deeply, gets up from the couch to stand in front of you, and looks down into your eyes. He moves closer to you, so close you can smell his minty breath on your face.

“Fine,” he breathes and you blink in confusion as his soft tone catches you off guard. He smirks and you take a shaky step back away from him to move from his weird intoxicating aroma. You shake your head to clear your mind and smile in victory at him.

“Perfect. But first, we cook!” you say, skipping to the kitchen.

Bakugo follows behind you, watching as you pull out the ingredients for spaghetti and set them on the counter. His eyes widen and he scowls deeply when you pull two bottles of wine out.

“I ain’t drinking that bougie shit,” he says, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

You bend down, your butt poking out of the fridge to grab the plump tomatoes and fresh garlic and when you pop back up and close the fridge with your hip you quip, “Good it’s not for you to drink.”

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, “You’re gonna go through two bottles of wine in one night? You’re a fucking alcoholic.”

“And you’re a tactless jackass. We’ve got the makings of a shitty sitcom,” you say back, not even looking in his direction as you gather the pots and pans needed for dinner. It surprises you to hear him laugh, it explodes from him like he was desperately trying to keep it in. You look over your shoulder and smile at him and for a moment it feels like the two of you could actually be friends.

“One bottle is to cook with, the other is to drink,” you say pointing to each one.

You fill a pot with water and turn on the stove so it can start boiling as Katsuki leans a shoulder against the fridge watching you. “What the hell are you making anyway?”

You turn to look excitedly at him and you can swear you see him shift his eyes away quickly and hold in an embarrassed smile. “Spaghetti and meatballs!” you pronounce proudly.

“Ew.”

“God you really do ruin everything with every sentence that comes out of your mouth, huh? You sure that’s not your quirk?” you sigh, turning back toward the stove to prep the oven.

You can hear him hesitate and for a second you think you might have hurt his feelings and start to panic. But then you hear him scoff again behind you and you’re reassured.

“Spaghetti and meatballs is fucking gross because there’s never a correct ratio of pasta to sauce to meat,” he fusses.

“Yeah that’s if you don’t measure and you’re an amateur. Look I’ve spent years perfecting this recipe ok? And it is—and I’m not being cocky—the best spaghetti and meatballs I’ve ever had in my life,” you say as you wash the veggies and start to chop them.

There’s a small breeze next to your face and you turn to see him standing and watching you closely. You almost jump out of your skin again but the warmth radiating from his body soothes you. He’s looking over your shoulder at the hand holding the knife and gives you a disapproving look.

“You're chopping them wrong,” he says in a softer tone that you’re not used to. It still has the annoying edge to it, but it’s almost as if he’s whispering tenderly to you, like he doesn’t want to scare you. You can’t explain the thudding in your chest as he reaches out, his huge hands covering the one holding the knife.

“W...what?” He stands behind you now, arms wrapped around you, chest flush with your back and breath hot and tickling your neck. He’s holding your hand with the knife and reaching around to grab one of the tomatoes.

“That’s not how you dice vegetables, idiot. Do it like this.” He moves you to chop the tomato, hands engulfing yours as the knife slides through it with ease. In half the amount of time it took you to chop a tomato, he’s chopped four. When his breath on your neck finally starts to raise goosebumps on your skin and you’ve shoved the impulse to push your ass back on him, you pull away from him quickly stuttering about having to change into comfy clothes before starting on the sauce.

“Why don’t you just… chop the vegetables… and I’ll be back in a bit,” you stutter backing up down the hallway to your room. You close the door quickly, your hand on your chest as you stand there wondering what the hell that was.

Your perfume still lingers after you’ve left the room, kind of like your presence is Katsuki’s mind.

Wait, what the fuck? That was so corny. Even if it is a little true. Your perfume does smell nice, and it does invade all of his senses and makes him act differently than he usually does. Of course it does. Not like he would’ve pulled that chopping stunt if he were in a clearer mindset. He blows out a frustrated breath growling, “This is so fucking stupid.”

He watches the bubbles in the boiling water burst as steam billows up from the pot. How do Kirishima and the others do it? No wonder they’re never focused at their agencies. Too busy thinking about thick thighs and soft skin.

Idiots.

Although…he isn’t at the agency now. And your skin felt so soft and smooth under his calloused fingers. Your hair smelled sweet and from the angle he was standing at, he could see a tiny peek of your cleavage. He was very lucky you pulled away when you did. The growing tent in his pants would’ve definitely been hard to talk himself out of.

He shakes his head, blonde spikes swaying as he knocks a fist against his temples. ”Get it the fuck together moron,” he sneers to himself. He has a goal in mind, one he promised himself he wouldn’t give up on and that nothing would stand in his way. He will be Number One.

He repeats it over and over in his mind as he continues to chop the vegetables until you step back into the kitchen, shoulders squared with a look of determination. You’re wearing a red and black oversized t-shirt that hangs to your knees and what he hopes are shorts underneath and not just your panties.

“Ok, let’s get cooking!” you say in a preppy too excited tone. He rolls his eyes as you skip past him and add the noodles to the boiling water.

Katsuki isn’t aware of how long it takes to prepare this gross meal of yours but he is very intrigued by each step and how thorough you are in carrying it out. You measure everything precisely, sprinkle seasonings, and meticulously knead the balls of meat into perfect little spheres. Katsuki is even more impressed that you complete all these steps while causally keeping conversation with him.

“So what do you usually do on Friday nights when the world isn’t in pandemic mode?” you ask, squishing your hands into the ground beef in the bowl.

Katsuki lets out a loud puff of annoyed energy, “Usually I work late at the agency. Take time to fill out reports and crap. You know all the boring stuff I’d have a sidekick do once I’m number one.”

“Right right, you’re a sidekick at Endeavor's agency, yeah? With that one really handsome hero all the girls go nuts over. Shoto. Endeavor’s son, right?” you say not looking up and sticking your tongue out in concentration as you crack an egg into the mixture.

Katsuki silently seethes at you mentioning Shoto. He’s definitely past feeling inferior to Shoto. He’d even consider him a good...acquaintance, but hearing you talk about him like that…it makes his eyes squint and heat rise on the back of his neck. You notice his silence and look up at him with concern.

“Did I get it wrong? I thought you were a sidekick for the current number one hero,” you question.

Katsuki takes a deep breath to calm his nerves, “Yeah I am. And it sucks. I wanna open my own agency already but the old man says I ain’t ready yet.”

“Well you aren’t,” you say matter of factly as you place the finished meatballs in a skillet to sear them.

“Hah?”

He looks at you angrily and you meet his eye, unbothered with the way he’s shaking and trying not to explode on you. ”Bakugo, you live in a 900 sqft apartment with a roommate you split the rent with and you have a temper that's more ignitable than alcohol… speaking of,” you say, turning to grab the bottle you’ve labeled as the drinking wine and take a swig. He watches you gulp it down with narrowed eyes.

“My point is, you’ve still got a ways to go. It’s not easy opening your own agency and you’ve still got shit to learn,” you say, wiping your mouth.

He pouts, looking at the ground as he listens to you read the hell out of him in the middle of your shared kitchen. “Tsk, I know alright? I know I’m not the most popular hero like that pretty boy Shoto and I’m not a smiley idiot like Deku, but I get the job done. That’s what matters,” he says, not looking at you.

He can’t believe he’s talking about this so openly with you. It’s so easy and he doesn’t feel like he has to hold back when venting about his frustrations. You actually listen to him, but you don’t show him pity like he’s weak. You tell the truth, even if it’s not what he wants to hear—unfortunately. He respects it, hell he likes it, a lot, and it makes talking about other things on his mind —no not the dumb ass crush—seem more comfortable.

You pick up on the frustration in his voice and your turn to look at him once the meatballs are cooked to perfection. “You’re not a bad hero, Bakugo. You just need to show people a different side of you. Ya know, let people know you’re not just an angry jerk. You’re an angry jerk with feelings.” You chuckle and punch him lightly in the shoulder and he can’t help the tiny smile he flashes back to you.

You’re smashing tomatoes in a huge saucepan on the stove, and humming to yourself when Katsuki takes a breath, gathering courage. “Well? What about you? What do you do on a Friday night?” He huffs trying to sound uninterested.

It doesn’t work, you stop mid smash and look at him in disbelief. He instantly gets defensive, eyes bulging and grinding his teeth. “What! You get to ask me my life story and I’m not allowed to ask about you?”

You blink and then put your fingertips to your lips and giggle—cute, unfortunately—before you respond, “I just didn’t think you cared.”

“I don’t. I was bein’ nice,” he says, crossing his arms and turning away as you take another swig of wine and continue smashing the tomatoes.

“Right right. Well I’d probably be doing what I’m doing now. Making dinner, getting drunk and watching movies at home with my best friend. Or at her house,” you say.

Katsuki again swallows the jealousy he feels thinking about you spending time with someone who isn’t him. Will it always be like this? You aren’t even his yet.

Yet?!

His inner monologue is interrupted by you laughing to yourself, saying something about how horny your friend is and how she could use a few weekends to herself. He tries to quickly forget his slip up and singles in on the bait you've given him.

“Then you’re two horny peas in a pod,” he teases in a gravelly voice.

You squint and lift the wooden spoon covered in sauce up toward him. “Not a word about it you annoying little gremlin,” you say through your teeth. “Anyway, we’d watch a movie and drown our sorrows in alcohol and then fall asleep and run errands for the weekend. Start the cycle over and over,” you say sighing in defeat.

Katsuki doesn’t like your tone though. It bothers him, yes you're clearly being humorous but there’s some truth to your depressed tone when you speak.

“Nice to know I’m not the only one you force to watch those shitty movies,” he says trying to lighten the mood again.

You puff up your cheeks in that cute—fuck no stop not cute—pouty way and yell.

“I don’t force her! And for the last time, Disney movies are not shitty! They remind me of my childhood and my mom! And they just…make everything feel...less sad,” you say in a rush, that trickles off into a melancholy stammer.

There it is again, that sad tone echoing in his ears. He tries to hide the concern as you look at the ground sadly and then shake your head and plop your goofy pouty face back on.

Katsuki walks over and grabs the drinking wine from beside you, takes a few huge gulps, then winces as the tangy fruity liquid warms his insides and leaves him feeling tingly. “Ugh how do you drink this shit?” he asks, wiping his lips.

“I have a refined palate,” you say, snatching it from him and taking a sip.

“Yeah, clearly,” he responds, gesturing to the saucepan.

You lift up on your tiptoes to get close to his face and his heart almost stops. He can smell the wine on your breath, your eyelashes flutter as you blink slowly, the wine definitely starting to affect you.

“I’m going to make you eat those words when you finally taste this,” you mutter in a soft assured voice. Katsuki swallows loudly, his Adam’s apple gulping as he stares into your eyes. Your breath is hot on his face and he takes a safe step back away from you before smirking.

“Yeah I guess we’ll see then, won’t we Princess?”

The shit eating grin doesn’t stay on his face long. The shit’s delicious. Katsuki can’t find one thing wrong with it. Everything is cooked to perfection, nothing is too salty, the sauce to meatball to pasta ratio is indeed perfect. Hell, you even made it a little bit spicy just for him and it still is delicious. You’re both sitting on the couch now as you bounce excitedly and point the remote at the tv.

“I tolllllddd you,” you sing happily and Katsuki rolls his eyes for the fifth time.

“Yeah yeah I heard you the first time dummy,” he huffs out leaning back to get comfortable on the couch, belly full and relaxed.

He can feel the wine he drank—he had a glass with dinner as well-—sloshing in his stomach and tingling through his veins. He’s relaxed and enjoying your tipsy bubbliness. You seem really excited to show him this movie and for once he’s happy to indulge you. It’s a chill evening, the sun has finally set and only the light from the TV illuminates the two of you.

You’re both sitting on opposite ends of the couch, as far from each other as possible and Katsuki wishes you’d scoot closer. He momentarily contemplates moving closer to you but decides against it. Probably best to keep his distance, especially after how close you got to him in the kitchen.

The movie starts and Katsuki is instantly turned off by the beginning. The main character reminds him of Deku and the way his superiors treat him brings up bad memories.

It apparently dredges up memories for you as well. He hears you whisper, “Fuckers…ugh,” and Katsuki has to stop himself from laughing at you.

He can see you glance over at him during specific points in the movie, watching his reactions and facial expressions excitedly. He can’t tell if it’s the alcohol making him feel all mushy about it but he tries not to think about how happy he is that your eyes are on him instead of the movie.

As the movie continues and the action starts, Katsuki gets a bit more interested. He didn’t know people died in Disney movies and when one of the ships blows up from the weird fish thing attacking he nearly jumps off of the couch.

“Holy shit! You didn’t tell me people die in this! This is a fucking cartoon!” he yells excitedly. You smile big and bounce on your knees moving closer to him—which he absolutely doesn’t take notice of, shut up—as you squeal.

“I told you! Shit gets real in this movie!”

Katsuki is amazed that he’s actually enjoying it. When Kida is introduced, his eyes bug out of his head and you definitely pick up on it. You squint and give him a teasing smile, moving closer to poke his arm. It's warm where you touch him, almost burning and again he tries to ignore the sensation.

“You like her, don’t you? Think she’s hot?” you snicker.

“Shut up, idiot!” he screams, fanning your hand away as his ears turn red. You're laughing, holding your belly and leaning into his side as he grumbles to himself.

She’s supposed to be hot. Dumb ass animators drew her to be hot of course, plus she’s a bad ass and a fighter. He stops his inner monologue before it can betray him in comparing the made-up character to someone he knows in real life.

He is enjoying himself but there’s a pit in his stomach that hasn’t gone away since he first asked you about your Friday night plans. The sound of your sad tone bugs him, and he can still hear it. When the action has calmed down on screen and the two main characters are speaking to each other about their pasts, Katsuki looks over to you. You’re engrossed in the movie—this must be your favorite part—eyes wide as the blue light reflects in them. You’re right next to him now, not touching him but he can feel the warmth radiating from your body.

He coughs a bit nervously before he says in a gruff soft voice, “Hey.”

“Hmm?” you answer offhandedly.

“What did you mean earlier…uhh… ya know,... when you said these dumb movies make things feel less sad?” He struggles over the words, bracing himself for when you ask him why he even cares and he’s stuck floundering for an explanation, because why does he care?

“Oh, uhh well work is a disaster, my life’s a disaster so like…it helps to lose myself in a made up world where everything ends up being ok at the end.” You say this while shrugging and never taking your eyes from the screen. Almost like it’s natural, like what you’re saying isn’t extremely upsetting or like you’re not actually unhappy with it. Just like you’ve accepted it.

“Your life’s a disaster?” He stretches out and gets a bit more comfy, sneakily putting his arm on the back of the couch and therefore around you as if he’s claiming you as his.

You look at him now, eyes still wide but full of honest truth. He has a feeling you wouldn’t be this open and vulnerable if not for the wine but he’s thankful for it. He wants to know more about you.

“Well yeah. I’m stuck in a dead end job where I work my ass off for not enough pay. But I’m not gonna go anywhere because it’s something I’m good at even if it isn’t what I want to do. Plus I’m afraid of being a disappointment to my mother, which… I’m sure I already am considering where I’m at in life haha. But after a few years, I’ll probably move up in my company and get some recognition for all my hard work, and I don’t know, find a husband and settle down and have a few kids, because that’s life,” you finish, shrugging like it doesn’t bother you even though it clearly does.

Katsuki stares at you blinking and unsure of what to say. He stiffens when you suddenly lean into him, laying your head on his chest and sighing.

“Ahh but wouldn’t it be so cool to do something like Milo did? Go on adventures, see the world, discover new things. That’d be amazing,” you say dreamily.

Katsuki is shocked as he tries to process everything. Everything in him wants to hold you, pull you close to him and tell you you deserve that. Instead he only clears his throat and grunts.

“Tsk, you idiot. You’ve still got time to do all that shit. Your life ain’t over.” You move off of him to look in his eyes and he already misses the warmth your body provided.

“W...what are you saying?” you stutter, fluttering your eyelashes at him. He squints and then rolls his eyes.

“I’m sayin’ don’t rule yourself out yet moron. You still got plenty of time to do all the shit you wanna do. So stop sulking and go do it,” he grunts harshly before adding, ”And you’re not a fucking disappointment. I’ve heard you barking orders to those extras you work with. You keep them all in line. That’s not a disappointment. That’s good leadership.”

You blink in astonishment before smiling genuinely at him. “You know, you’re not that bad when you’re not being an asshole,” you say before laughing hysterically. Surprisingly he joins you and you both sit on the couch laughing with each other before you settle down and turn to look him in the eye.

“Hey for the record,” you say, getting close to his face. He doesn’t move back from you, gazing into your eyes as you take deep breaths and blink slowly up at him. “I think you’re a great hero and you’ll make it to number one in no time,” you finish.

Katsuki licks his lips as he stares into your eyes. A million thoughts are going through his mind. He wants you, so bad it hurts. It can’t be a good idea though. You’re tipsy and so’s he. It wouldn’t be right. Plus what if you're just like this because of the alcohol.

Your eyes are wide and he can tell you're thinking about it. He moves in a bit closer, can smell your breath and feel its warmth on his face. You smell so good he wants to taste you. His heart races and he bites his lip. He moves to reach up and caress your cheek.

A large explosion on the tv makes both of you jump in fright and you pull back away from each other. You quickly turn your attention to the movie and scoot away from him, clearing your throat.

“We’re almost to the end!” you say trying to restore the friendly atmosphere. But Katsuki knows there was something more happening. He won’t say anything, but it definitely won’t be leaving his mind anytime soon.

The thing about drinking wine, especially ¾ of the bottle, it means you will absolutely have to pee in the middle of the night. You always seem to forget that fact every time you drink, but when the clock hits 2 am and your body is suddenly awake and telling you to go, you’re unfortunately reminded. You stumble, eyes half open to your door, a droopy hand on the knob as your sleep filled mind thinks about the fact that you’re only in a t-shirt that barely covers your ass and panties. Nah, there’s no way Bakugo is still up, he’s an old man who goes to sleep at like 8 PM and when you both stumbled to bed after the movie it was like 11PM. He’s probably dead asleep.

You open the door groaning lightly to yourself as you stumble down the dark hallway to the bathroom. You’re so busy cursing your tiny bladder that you don’t hear the rustling in the bathroom and you don’t notice the door slightly cracked instead of being open to signal it’s vacancy. You tiptoe past Bakugo’s room toward the bathroom, put a hand on the knob, and waltz in before a breathy moan followed by your name stops you in your tracks. You’re confused, perhaps still a bit asleep, and thinking that maybe there’s a ghost calling your name?

You can hear wet slapping noises now, grunts and moans and whispered sounds of pleasure and your mind is now begging for a ghost to have been the one that said your name. Your eyes are wide open now as you stand frozen in the doorway.

Bakugo is sitting on the lid of the toilet, shirtless, pajama bottoms down around his ankles. His thighs are flexed as his feet dig into the cute mat around the bottom of the toilet you bought when you first moved in. His head is leaning back, eyes squeezed shut as his large hand moves up and down his very thick—yes you can still tell in the dark—cock. His hand is glistening with precum that dribbles down his shaft and the bathroom is filled with lewd wet noises as he speeds up and bucks into his hand.

The muscles in his thighs flex again and his pecks heave up and down as his breathing increases. He’s grinding his teeth, a peek of his gums showing over his curled up lips, his eyebrows are pulled together in concentration and bliss and when he breathes out and groans in ecstasy, you can see his Adam's apple bob. There’s a sheen of sweat over his body, glistening in the moonlight shining through the tiny window and the erotic scene not only has your pussy dribbling but reveling at how beautiful he is.

He sucks in a breath, still not aware of your presence and you can tell he’s close to finishing. He lifts his hips up into his hand again and growls through his teeth, “Fuck baby, you feel so good around my cock.”

You blink, lick your lips, try to stay quiet until you hear him on the cusp of release groan your name, loud and long and you squeak giving away your presence.

“Oh my god,” you say, breaking the silence.

Bakugo’s head whips up and he stares wide eyed at you, cock still in hand, frozen in actual mortified fear. The two of you stand in shock staring at each other for what seems like hours until you repeat, “Oh my god!” this time with feeling and race out of the bathroom and back to your room.

That. Happened. That actually happened. You’re lying in your bed that morning, staring at the ceiling trying to make sense of everything. You know Bakugo is up, you can hear him banging around in the kitchen and starting his usual workout, but you cannot find the courage to get out of bed and face him.

You’re almost a little jealous of how shameless he is. He saw your dildo and you wanted to hide in your room until the dinosaurs roamed the Earth again, but you catch him jacking it and he gets to stroll around the apartment like he won an award for World’s Best Jacker?

Fuck it.

You get up pulling on comfy shorts and walking to the bathroom to pee—yes you held it the entire night after the incident—and brush your teeth and comb your hair. You look in the mirror once more before departing out into the kitchen.

You still can’t believe he said your name. Bakugo was fantasizing about you. To say you’re flattered is an understatement. To say you’ve never thought about him while you got yourself off would be a lie. To say that you didn’t spend all night replaying the scene and thinking about how pretty his cock was would also be a lie.

You shake your head, clearing your mind as you stare at his back. He’s standing at the stove making something that smells delicious for breakfast. “Ahem...good morning. That umm...smells good,” you say nervously.

He doesn’t turn around, just continues swishing whatever is in the pot around and replies, “Course it smells good. I’m cooking it.”

You roll your eyes and sigh, “Ah so this morning in the bathroom was just so you could reset your asshole levels. Got it.” You stroll over to the coffee maker, pulling out the coffee grounds and turning it on to make your morning cup.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he says, peering angrily over his shoulder.

You look at him in disbelief. Really? He’s gonna act like it didn’t fucking happen? Fat chance of you ever letting this go, especially after he laughed for ten minutes about the fucking dildo. But for now it’s too early to argue and you desperately need coffee if you’re going to get through the rest of the day.

“God, nevermind.” You press the button on the coffee maker and sit at the bay window waiting for it to finish. It’s raining today so the sun isn’t shining through the windows. The clouds block the sun and the pitter patter of rain is soothing.

“So uhh…” Bakugo starts and you almost think he’s going to be the one to bring it up. Instead he says, “I liked the dumb ass Disney movie you showed me last night and I want you to show me more.”

He’s finally turned around toward you and he’s holding two plates with an omelet and fried fish on it. He’s thrown you off again.

“Wait.. really?” you ask incredulously.

He places the plate in your hand then sits at the small table and uses his chopsticks to stab and slice the skin of the fish open. “Yeah, but none of the shitty singing ones. More ones with violence and adventure. And then tonight, I’ll cook dinner for you and show you my favorite movie, since it’s only fair.” He says the last part quietly under his breath.

You glance down at the plate in your hands, and when the coffee pot beeps you get up, place the plate on the table across from him and go to pour yourself a cup. You gesture to the full coffee pot, “Want some?”

He curls his lip up in disgust, ”Tch not a chance. That shit stunts your growth.”

You roll your eyes, turn back toward the cupboard and pull out another mug. You pour a cup, add a bit of cream and sugar to each and then walk over to set one of them in front of him. When he shoots you a pointed look you respond in a sassy voice, “That’s just a myth, idiot.”

For the first time in six months since you two moved in, you two have breakfast together and it’s pleasant. You learn that neither of you are morning people and you enjoy the quiet and rather not speak. You eat in silence, except for when you compliment and thank him for the omelette. He doesn’t even give you a cocky reply, just quietly says you’re welcome before grabbing both of your plates after you finish and washing them silently. He even drinks all the coffee but refuses another cup when you get up to pour yourself another.

You don’t know if it’s just because it’s the morning, or if it was the little heart to heart you had last night during the movie that makes him seem softer, but you like this side of him...a lot.

You watch him wash the dishes as you sip your coffee and again filter through the disney movies you can show him. You decide on Pirates of the Carribean—only the first three because anything after those you despise— and as he places the wet dishes in the drying rack you tap him on the shoulder.

His skin is warm and surprisingly soft despite the scars littered down his back and when he turns to look at you his scarlet eyes bore into you and warm your insides.

“Erm…Pirates of the Caribbean. That’s what we’ll watch. There are three of them so cancel all your plans,” You say smiling brightly and shimmying in excitement so much your coffee plops up on your cheek.

He smirks the cute little half smile you’ve come to find endearing. “You're such a dork,” he goads and uses the shirt wrapped around his neck to wipe the coffee from your cheek.

Again you’re both caught off guard by this soft intimate little exchange and Bakugo’s face divulges that he wasn’t thinking about what he did. Your face heats up and you turn away from him.

“I’m gonna shower before we start, ok?” You walk to the bathroom and shut the door.

You try and fail to not think about how Bakugo was sitting here last night, rubbing his cock to the thought of you while you turn on the water. A nice hot long shower will clear your head, yes.

You’ll enjoy the rest of your Saturday and maybe just maybe you’ll come out of this weekend with a new friend. Just a friend. When your mind wanders again to the way his back muscles looked this morning, you wrench the bathroom door open and yell down the hall.

“And would it kill you to put a shirt on?” When you hear him grunt a playful “Fuck off” down the hall you chuckle and close the door.

Fucking. Hell.

Katsuki slaps a hand over his eyes in embarrassment and relief. He’s dodged another bullet. You didn’t say anything about last night, except for that one sly comment. But goddammit this is becoming difficult.

You make it so hard to not like you, to not be comfortable with you and let his guard down. Watching that movie with you last night was the calmest he’s ever felt and dare he say he had fun hanging out with you. He curses himself for both not pulling you to him to kiss you and also wanting to kiss you. What if you reject him? What if you don’t like him as much as he likes you?

Fuck, that is entirely possible. You call him an asshole every chance you get, with good reason. He sighs and does what he always does when he starts to doubt himself, text Kirishima. When he doesn’t answer and Katsuki can hear the water of the shower turn on, he texts the group chat instead.

(10:42 AM): I fucked up.

Mina: Well good morning to you too Katsuki.

(10:44 AM): Good Morning I fucked up.

Hanta: You mind giving some more details?

(10:44 AM): Wait Mina you just responded? Where the fuck is Eijirou?

Mina: Asleep, why?

(10:45 AM): Because I texted him first.

Dumb Ass: Oh I see so we’re just your second choice then?

(10:45 AM): Yes. Idiot.

Dumb Ass: Why do you always have to be so mean?

Hanta: Anyway back to the issue because I am nosy. What happened Katsuki?

(10:50 AM): I almost kissed her.

Mina: Yay! That’s great! Why almost? Is that the fuck up?

(10:50 AM) No let me finish dammit.

(10:53 AM) I almost kissed her, but I chickened out and she was a little tipsy so it just felt wrong. But then…

Dumb Ass: Dude with all the suspense. Come on already, what did you do? Flash her or somethin’?

(10:55AM): ...

Dumb Ass: NO WAY.

Mina: KATSUKI TELL ME YOU DID NOT WHIP OUT YOUR DICK LIKE ONE OF THOSE WEIRD PERVY DUDES YOU SEE ON TRAINS.

Hanta: DUDE WHAT THE HELL?

Eijirou: I’M HERE YOU DID WHAT?

(10:57AM): Oh so the mention of my dick will wake you up?

Eijirou: Actually Mina’s yelling woke me up. Now don’t change the subject!

(10:58 AM): I DIDN’T FLASH HER OK?

Mina: I never thought I would ever have to type this out to you Katsuki, but I’m proud of you for not flashing your dick to your roommate.

(10:58 AM): Shut up.

Hanta: SO WHAT HAPPENED THEN?

(11:03 AM): She may have caught me… you know…

Dumb Ass: LOL She caught you beating your meat??!?!

Eijirou: You beat your meat?

(11:03 AM): DUH! I’M ONLY HUMAN!

Eijirou: That’s kind of hot.

Mina: Keep it in your pants big guy, I'll take care of you later.

Hanta: Gross.

(11:04 AM): Agreed

Dumb Ass: Hot.

Mina: Shut up. ANYWAY, What did she say? Did she like, see everything or just oops walk in and then shut the door.

(11:06 AM): ...she saw everything. I...said her name.

Eijirou: No fucking way.

Hanta: Dude you’re whipped.

Dumb Ass: I'M SCREENSHOTTING THIS ENTIRE CONVERSATION AND SAVING IT FOREVER. THE KATSUKI BAKUGO GOT CAUGHT MASTURBATING AND MOANING HIS CRUSH’S NAME.

(11:07 AM): You screenshot this and I will end you.

Mina: WHAT HAPPENED AFTER?

(11:08 AM): Nothing. She ran back to her room and then we woke up and I made her breakfast and now we’re going to watch more shitty Disney movies.

Mina: Aww that’s kind of sweet. You made her breakfast?

Dumb Ass: Wow Katsuki makes a “sorry you saw my dick and heard me fantasizing about fucking you” breakfast and he’s sweet but I don’t text a girl back ONCE.

Mina: Denki you GHOSTED that poor girl. You get no sympathy from me, asshole.

(11:11 AM): Yeah you’re an asshole.

Hanta: Did she say anything to you about it this morning?

(11:12 AM): No.

Hanta: Then you’re good. Don’t freak out and enjoy the day. It’s obvious you like her a lot.

(11:14 AM): It ain’t that simple. What if she doesn’t like me?

Hanta: Dude she saw your dick and heard you moan her name and she’s still talking to you.

Eijirou: Hanta’s right man, if she’s still sticking around after that, it's kind of safe to assume she likes you. Just start there and don’t overthink it.

Mina: Yeah and next time if she moves in closer to you, grab her face and kiss her all romantic like! If she moves closer it means she’s inviting you to kiss her!

Dumb Ass: Yeah bro in all seriousness I’m happy for you. She seems like a cool girl and if you like her this much, I’d say go for it.

(11:20 AM): Thanks.

Dumb Ass: And then if you fuck it up, I can swoop in and be her knight in shining armor.

Mina: DENKI!

(11:21 AM): fuck off.

Dumb Ass: I’m joking!

Katsuki shoves his phone back into his pocket. Hanta’s right. You didn't seem to mind and you looked excited to watch more movies with him. He takes a deep breath in and out, calming his nerves. He hears the water in the shower stop and he prepares himself.

--

The first movie is a success in keeping you both enthralled in the action. Katsuki really enjoys the way you watch movies. Even though you’ve definitely seen them all many times before, you still watch them with the same excitement as if it’s the first time you’re seeing it.

It not only makes the movie entertaining but the experience of watching it with you enjoyable as well. Like last night he finds himself watching you more than the movie. You’re sitting next to him on the couch—not a full couch cushion away but right next to him—with crossed legs and wide eyes as you stare at the screen.

The two of you chat in between scenes and the fifth time you say “I fucking love pirates” while watching a sword clashing scene, he says it with you and you both laugh.

“Yeah yeah I know. You fucking love pirates,”

You spend the afternoon snacking on popcorn, giggling and asking each other questions as you watch through the trilogy. He learns your favorite color and about the time you accidentally shaved half your head and then wore it through most of high school:

“How do you accidentally shave half your head?”

“You accidentally shave one patch off and then keep going because you think you can ‘fix it’. It worked out though because I looked super hot and intimidating and no one fucked with me for the rest of the school year.”

You learn about his first hero name and about the cute little sailor outfit his mom dressed him in for pictures when he was 5 that you unfortunately talked him into showing you:

“Wait until everyone hears that “King Explosion Murder” took cute pictures as a wittle baby sailor”

“You utter a word about it to anyone and I’ll personally see to it that you never type another tweet again,”

Katsuki never ever gets tired of the screeching wheezing laughter you emit when one of the pirates on screen does some stupid shit, or the way you giggle behind your hands when he comments about how cool one of the characters is. Barbossa may be a villain but he’s badass and has the best lines.

The afternoon carries on as the rain continues to beat against the window and Katsuki only has to tell himself to stop looking at your thighs in the shorts you wear three times which is quite the accomplishment. You step out halfway through the third movie to answer a call from your mother that takes literally two hours and when you come back out of your room, you're smiling apologetically at him. He’s in the kitchen chopping vegetables when you waltz out.

“Geez took you long enough.”

“Sorry, that woman doesn’t know the meaning of ‘a quick chat’,“ you say laughing. You stand next to him, peering over his shoulder at the vegetables he’s chopping. “Whatcha making?”

“Spicy curry, full of vegetables to combat all the sweet sugary bullshit you pumped into my body today,” he says smugly. You hop up on the counter next to him kicking your legs as you watch him chop. You swipe a chopped carrot from the pile and pop it into your mouth.

“Hey I didn’t pump anything into you. I only have control over what I pump into myself,” you say, chewing and wiggling your eyebrows.

“I’m aware of what you spend your money on. Remember?” He teases, continuing to chop and enjoying the way your eyes go wide and you turn away from him in embarrassment again.

“Yeah well, I’m aware of your early morning activities so you have no room to talk,” you say back reaching for another carrot but before you can pick one up Katsuki catches your wrist in his large hand. His body moved before he could think again and he’s staring at you with a tense glare as your eyes widen. You look almost frightened and he scolds himself for scaring you, but he softens his gaze and loosens his grip.

“So you did see,” He grunts.

“Yeah,” is all you respond.

There’s a long pause as neither of you look at each other. Katsuki is still holding your wrist, idly rubbing his thumb over your soft skin. This is it. This is where you tell him to fuck off for being a perv.

“But…I liked it.”

What?

He tears his eyes from the floor to look at you and he finds you batting your lashes at him and smirking. He tried to keep a steady pace of his breathing but he’s tingling inside with anxiety and excitement as he replays your words over and over to decipher the meaning. His hand moves from your wrist to grasp your hand now and he watches your reaction carefully.

“What’d you say?” he asks, a devilish grin playing on his lips. He drops the knife and turns around to stand in between your legs. He sighs under his breath in relief when you open your thighs to welcome him in. You're cheekily smiling at him, batting your eyelashes like an innocent school girl confessing a crush.

“I said I liked it.” It’s a light whisper, breathy like you have no control over your breathing and then Katsuki is wrapping his arms around your waist, digging his fingers into your hips and pulling you closer to him. Your ass is halfway on the counter now and you're both so close, hearts beating quickly as you stare into each other's eyes.

Katsuki tries to shut all the thoughts running through his mind out but he’s only a little worried he’ll move too quickly and you’ll push him away. He can feel your hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer, your thighs wrapping around his torso and squeezing him and you even bite your lip as you look at him.

It’s all the signs that you want him to kiss you and he still hesitates. He knows there’s no turning back if he does this. You’ve already got him wrapped around your finger. Hanta was right, he is whipped and the second he gets to feel your lips against his, he’ll want nothing but you. So he looks into your eyes, feels you tighten your thighs around his waist and push your tits into his chest, he flashes you his signature shit eating grin.

“You sure you don’t wanna go grab the dick?”

Your eyes widen and then you roll them sassily, “Oh my go-” before he crashes his lips into your open mouth and slips his tongue between your soft lips. The second his lips collide with yours and his tongue is tasting you, you moan like it’s the first time you’ve been kissed in a long time. Your fingers pull the hair at the nape of his neck and he grunts as he pulls your hips closer to him and grinds his cock against your thigh.

Katsuki hasn’t kissed many people but it wouldn’t matter if he had because your lips would still be the softest lips he’s ever kissed. He’s blown away by how good you taste, how your lips move against his, how you bite his lip and tug his hair greedily and it makes his cock ache. You’re definitely not as shy as you’d have him believe. Your grinding against him, moaning pathetically and goddammit he wants to see you naked and begging and stuffed full of his cock.

When he pulls away from you to take a breath, your pupils are blown, you’re breathing hard and biting your lip and he can see you weren’t ready for him to pull away just yet. But he has plans for you, plans that do not include fucking you right here on the counter next to the food even though he desperately wants to. So instead he cups your face between his big hands and gives you a peck on the lips, silently enjoying the ease of doing so.

“Alright you horny freak, you should eat before things get too hot and heavy,” he says trying to turn the hard on in his sweatpants away from your leg.

~~~

He’s joking right. He’s got to be joking. You’re sitting with your super sexy—might as well admit it—roommate between your legs after he just made out with you. You thought you were about to be dicked down and he just...stops and talks about continuing dinner?

This man is truly an enigma, he fucks his fist to the thought of you, makes you breakfast the next morning and pretends you didn’t catch him doing it and then when he finally confronts you about it, he kisses you then tells you to he’s gonna finish dinner instead of fucking your brains out like what would’ve happened in a romcom. Not to mention the complete shift of his personality. You can hardly believe just a few days ago you were at each other’s throat.

He takes your face between his hands, kisses you again, then moves from between your legs to start chopping again.

“No goddamn way,” you pout as he laughs at you. “There’s no way I am the horny freak. Not after you diddled yourself to the thought of me!”

“Don’t ever fucking say I ‘diddled’ myself again,” he responds, now glowering at you.

“I’ll say what I want,” you reply bratty and he drops the knife and stands in front of you again. He scrutinizes you for a second, raising an eyebrow and squinting.

“You’re actually upset, aren’t you? You’re such a fucking brat,” he says, half shocked and half amused. You poke out your lips and raise your eyebrow as well.

“So what if I am? Too much for you to handle?” you challenge and his eyes darken.

You smirk and before you can do anything more he’s on his knees in front of you. He pushes your thighs apart and sinks his teeth into your skin before sucking to stop the blood flow and leave a huge mark.

His tongue is warm and you moan instantly when he kisses there. His fingers keep your thighs pushed apart as he blazes a path of kisses up your inner thigh sucking and licking and biting as he goes. He speaks in between each kiss.

“You have… no...fucking.. Idea… how much I’ve wanted this.”

You bite your lip, he hasn’t even gotten close to your pussy yet and you’re already moaning like a pornstar. Great way to let him know how desperate you were for some action. Still he’s really really good at this, like too good at this and you wonder how many times he’s done this.

When he finally does make it up to your clothed pussy his fingers move to the waistband of your shorts and he looks up at you, scarlet eyes gleaming between your thighs.

Permission. He’s wordlessly asking or—pleading judging by his increased breathing and quiet groans—for permission to keep going, while his warm breath is still caressing your thighs and his mouth is still sucking and making a mark on your inner thigh. His eyes look feral like your word of consent will release a beast.

You look down at him and nod and he moves so fast pulling the shorts down your legs you have no time to be shocked that your bare pussy is right in front of his face now.

“You probably taste so fucking good. I’ve been waiting to know what you taste like,” he groans as he stares at your pussy, glistening with slick from his kisses and words.

You’re gnawing on your bottom lip at his confession and you breathe his name, a silent plea for him to do something as the cool air makes goosebumps rise on your skin. He pushes your thighs further apart to get a better look, licking his lips like a hungry animal.

“What a pretty pussy,” he whispers and you gasp at the praise. Then he uses his fingers to pull your lips apart, succumbing to his desire to finally taste you. He surprises you with tiny quick licks, cleaning the dribbling slick, slipping down your ass and thighs and even that almost sends you over the edge.

You throw your head back , eyes closed, “Oh… oh fuck Baku-“

The absence of his lips makes your eyes pop open and you’re about to release a string of the foulest language ever spoken for him teasing you again. But when you look into his eyes and see the seriousness you grow a bit worried.

“No,” he says simply. Your eyes bug out of your head.

Panting you respond, “No...what?”

“I’m not about to be face first in your pussy and listen to you call me ‘Bakugo’ like I’m some common guy you met on the street,” he huffs. You cannot believe he’s between your legs, mouth literally inches from your pussy, having this conversation.

“That’s your name. What else do you want me to call you, ‘daddy’?” you quip, trying to sneakily scoot your cunt closer to his face.

The shit eating grin returns and there's a quick glint that flashes across his eyes. He runs a finger through your folds, coating his finger and popping it into his mouth. You whine a squeaky desperate mewl.

He chuckles and it’s dripping with the cocksure tenor of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.

“I don’t have to ask people to call me that, Princess. That comes later. For now, ’Katsuki’ is fine.”

Before you can roll your eyes from the annoyance of his cocky statement you feel his tongue flatten against your folds and lick with gusto. Your eyes instead roll to the back of your head and like he’s using magic to pull words from you, you whimper his name and grind your clit against his nose.

“Oh...fuck...K...Katsuki.” It feels good in your mouth, all the syllables tumbling from your lips in a moan, almost like it was meant to be moaned.

You can feel him chuckle against your pelvic bone and it strangely adds to the pleasure he’s bestowing upon you. Then he opens his mouth and spits on your clit before sucking it loudly, spit mixing with your cum as he slurps and groans into your pussy.

You know he’s talented. You know he’s a strong, pro hero with kick ass instincts and lots of intelligence, but the way he eats pussy, this must be his secret talent. He’s talking against your clit as his tongue runs intricate little patterns over it, filthy things that make your cheeks heat up, your heart race, your moans louder and sends your ego through the roof.

“You taste so fucking good. I knew you would. I fucking knew it. So pretty… such a pretty pussy… want you to squirt all over my tongue.”

You don’t think he can push his face any further into your cunt, that is until he takes both hands, spreads your folds, and pistons his tongue into you. He has you seeing stars and your hands immediately fist into his hair, white hot pleasure pooling in your core.

He’s growling now as you pull his locks in pleasure, grinding against his nose as he pushes his tongue deeper into your walls. Your jaw drops and you lean farther back on the counter arching your back.

“You gonna come for me? Already? I haven’t even given you my fingers yet,” He growls between your thighs, eyes shining from below you.

“Shut… the fuck…UP,” you manage to get out and again he laughs against your pussy and makes you jerk at the jolt of pleasure.

He reaches up to grind circles on your clit with his thumb and again you whimper and squeak in pleasure. “Who’s too much to handle?”

He has full control over you now and you give in willingly. You can’t even think of a witty response back to him. Your mind is too focused on his thumb moving faster and faster over your mound. “Katsuki, please… I can’t… I’m gonna…”

You're on the cusp of release, panting, shaking, moaning, the coil in your belly tightening as he grows hungrier. He growls louder, grunting and slurping excessively nibbling your clit, pulling at your lips, and coaxing you to come on his face.

“Come for me princess.”

You oblige, dropping your head back and moaning as your cum drips down your thighs and sprays on his face. He opens his mouth and accepts your juices graciously, licking your thighs and pussy to clean up the mess.

“Oh my fuck…” you gasp trying to catch your breath.

When he’s all done and your body relaxes from the onslaught of pleasure, you sit back up on the counter, the lip leaving an indentation from you sitting on the edge. Katsuki, still crouching between your legs, flashes all of his teeth with a hint of gum on the side before he slaps a wet open mouthed kiss onto your clit and snorts when you jolt, whimper, and push his head away.

“Now, like I said. It’s time for dinner.”

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Katsuki is loading a huge helping of rice and curry onto two plates, face still sticky with your juices. He revels in it, plays the way you moaned his name over and over in his mind, how it rolled off your tongue, how right it felt coming from you and his pants tighten.

There isn’t anything that could ever be better than eating your pussy, except maybe fucking you. He clears his throat as he thinks about it again and turns to you. You’re sitting on the counter next to him again, a different pair of shorts on now and a huge smile on your face as you watch him move around the kitchen.

“Eat,” he grunts, shoving the plate in your hands.

You giggle, obviously basking in your post-orgasm bliss and hop down from the counter to go and sit at the small kitchen table. “You’re so bossy.”

“Tch, I just cooked dinner with your cum still on my face. I have every right to be bossy. Now shut up and tell me how good my cooking is,” he snaps back.

“Well I could suck your dick in exchange for the pre-dinner face riding,” you flirt back licking your lips.

Katsuki groans low wriggling to readjust the way his cock twitches against his leg in his baggy sweatpants. His eyebrows are furrowed in frustration as he saunters over to place his plate down on the table, then he swiftly grabs your cheeks in between his strong fingers and makes you look up at him.

“That wasn’t some sort of transaction. I didn’t do it so you could return the fucking favor or anything. I did it because I fucking wanted to. Got it?” he says, glaring seriously into your eyes. You nod once and he releases you and sits down across the table. He grins a toothy smile when you take a bite of the curry and put your hand up to your cheek in shock.

You scarf the rest down happily and he wouldn't admit this aloud but the fact that you enjoy his cooking makes him almost as proud as he would feel if he were the number one hero. When you’re both done eating and sitting back on the couch to finish the ending of the movie, you pat your belly satisfied.

“A man of many talents, I see,” you say, tipping an imaginary hat to him and he laughs and mutters “dork” again under his breath. “No but seriously, where’d you learn to do that?”

“Cooking is easy dummy,” he shrugs and presses play. Leave it to you to be easily impressed by everything. You scrunch your nose—how is everything you do so cute?—and scoff.

“I’m not talking about cooking, dummy,” you say mockingly and when he realizes what you mean he smiles wickedly.

“That’s just called being talented toots.” He says this with the same air of confidence he does when he tells everyone he’ll be number one.

To his surprise you don’t roll your eyes or snap back with a witty comment. Instead you drop your eyes and fiddle with the hem of your shorts anxiously.

“A lot of practice, I assume?” You say, voice wavering and not looking at him. He understands what you’re insinuating and raises an eyebrow.

“Maybe a few,” he responds nonchalantly.

“A few?”

“What are you? A parrot? Yeah a few.”

“And how many is a ‘few’?” You’re smiling a wily cat smile as you scoot closer to him on the couch and poke his bicep annoyingly. He blows out a frustrated noise.

“Like two or three, alright? Why the fuck does it matter?”

“Oh,” You blink as the number catches you off guard. He can’t read your expression, can’t tell whether the number is higher or lower than you expected. Either way it’s annoying not knowing what you’re thinking. He takes the chance to make it less awkward and boost his ego again.

“I don’t fuck every girl who throws her pussy at me,” he huffs squinting his eyes and turning to watch the tv grumpily.

“So there’s a lot of girls throwing pussy at you?” you inquire. He can tell you’re trying to stay nonchalant but the slight quiver of your voice at the end of the sentence gives you away.

Are you actually jealous? The thought makes Katsuki’s heart beat race and feeds his ego once again. He could reassure you that the others he slept with weren’t nearly as good as you and that he didn’t have interest in anyone else but you, but why ruin the fun? Instead he shrugs, peeping at you from the corner of his eye.

“Why? Are you jealous?”

“Nothing to be jealous about,” you say, turning away and it looks like you’re giving up on something.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you back closer to him. Your warm body is against his chest now, one leg swung over his torso and a hand over his heart. His arm is wrapped around the small of your back and he pulls your face close, glaring into your eyes.

“You’re right. Cuz I don’t want anyone else,” he rasps in a husky voice.

He squeezes your hip and you bite your lip, your eyes narrowing as a sensual smile flutters onto your lips. You reach a hand up to stroke his cheek and he closes his eyes to concentrate on your soft nimble fingers as you move them up the side of his face to play in his hair.

You lick your lips, move closer and run them over his as you speak. “Tell me what you were thinking about when you were...”

You grind your thigh over his cock, rapidly growing again in his sweatpants and he grinds his teeth. “You know what I was thinking about.”

You’re close to his ear now, voice barely above a whisper as your hands move up and down his chest. He sucks in through his teeth, feeling your teasing fingers draw patterns in his chest, lingering on his raised nipples. You giggle and kiss his neck and he clears his throat to stop the loud groan pushing its way up his throat.

“I want to hear you say it, Katsuki.” His name again falling from your lips with familiarity, like you’ve known him a lifetime and then in a firmer demanding tone, “Tell me.”

He’s heard this tone before, when you’re on conference calls with your dumb ass coworkers and you’re handling business. His heart is thumping in his chest and he closes his eyes, digs his fingers into your hip and thigh, grinds up against your leg now putting pressure on his cock.

Your command awakens something in him. He’s not one to take orders from anyone. But the way you’ve captured him, he’ll only admit it in his head, if you were to tell him to do anything right now, he’d do it without hesitation.

And so, he speaks through heaving breaths and groans caught in his throat as you continue to kiss and lick his neck, laying out his fantasy for you.

“I thought about making you...fuck...scream my name, and watching you sink down on my cock, begging me for more,” he says through clenched teeth.

Your hand runs down his chest and for the first time you grasp his dick through his sweatpants. He groans now, no longer trying to hold it in as you palm it and lick his earlobe.

“I’m not really one to beg, you’d have to be really good,” you tease, rubbing up and down his shaft.

He grinds his teeth again. “Always such a fucking...teas-”

A guttural noise oozes from him when your hand plunges down his pants to grasp his bare cock.

Your hand is so fucking soft, warm and small and dainty. He’s twitching uncontrollably in your hand and your moaning and sucking on his neck is almost enough to send him over the edge. He bucks up, flexing his thighs and hips trying to get you to move but instead you grip him tightly, press down on his thighs and keep him situated in place.

“What the fuck are you-“ he grunts between clenched teeth, growing annoyed at your incessant teasing.

“Shut up and don’t move,” you purr. You slide down his body, force his legs open and situate yourself between them on your knees. You keep your eyes on his, hand still plunged inside of his pants playing with the precum quickly oozing from his tip.

A faint smirk plays on your lips as you slowly shimmy his pants down his hips. You help him step out of them, lifting one foot and then the other before throwing them to the side. The cool air in the room relieves the burning need for your pretty lips to be wrapped around his cock and he sighs.

His eyes bore into yours, not daring to flit away for a moment as you appraise him with a hungry lust in your eyes. He watches you lick your lips hungrily before you whisper, “It’s so pretty, Katsuki.”

His hips jerk up and he clenches his fists at his side. Every fantasy of you he’s dreamed up is nothing compared to how desirable you look right now, on your knees and praising him.

You quirk an eyebrow as he sucks in a quick breath, a hissing noise sliding through his teeth as you bring the tip of his cock to your lips. You kiss it, a quick peck right on the tip and his precum glosses your lips.

You giggle and breathe heavily over his aching cock, grasp him again, your hand barely able to wrap around his girth and lock eyes with him. You’re smiling seductively at him, a bit playful and fuck, if he’s doesn’t feel your mouth around his dick anytime soon he won’t be able to hold back anymore.

“I’m doing this because I fucking want to. Got it?” you parrot his words from earlier before you lick long and slow from the crease in his balls all the way up to the slit of his dick.

“Ffffuckkkk,” he hears himself say. It feels like an out of body experience, your slow deliberate kitten licks as your tongue swirls around every portion of his cock. You moan in response smiling as you move back down to his balls and pop one into your mouth, sucking with gusto.

You’re worshipping him, he’s ready to burst and you haven’t even taken him all the way into your mouth yet. Seems he’s not the only talented one. He lifts a hand to fist it into your hair as you take his other ball into your mouth and suck graciously.

“Unf…that’s so fucking good,” he moans

Your hand moves quickly to grasp his wrist and pin it back to his side, firm and tight. Your message is clear. You’re in charge right now and he will listen. If this were another time, if you were someone else, if the desire slotted deep in his core burning it’s way down to his cock weren’t so deep, he’d show you who’s boss.

For now though, he focuses on not shooting his cum onto your face as you lick up his shaft again. You slob all over it, mixing with slick before you look at him and command, “watch me.”

You wrap your lips around him and take him deep down your throat watching him with hollowed cheeks as you sink down.

All of his muscles tense as he groans in bliss, veins popping out on his forehead and hands as he tries to keep them put at his side. He doesn’t dare take his eyes off of you, he curls up his lip, showing his pointy canines and focusing on your throat.

You start moving, bobbing your head up and down, slurping and gagging as you struggle to keep his thick shaft down your throat. Your tongue swirls around him and when you lift up to take a breather, he can’t hold back anymore.

He bucks his hips up, placing his large hand on your head and luckily not catching you off guard. Instead you reach up to grab his wrist, maneuver yourself so he can easily keep thrusting up into your mouth and moan around his cock, encouraging him to continue. He plunges down your throat, fucking your face and losing himself in your gags and moans.

“Fuck, fuck baby. You’re so good, you suck dick like a fucking pro, oh fuck oh fuck,” he praises as he feels the pressur in his gut build to a release. He’s so close, limbs twitching as he squeezes his eyes shut. He can feel you dig your nails into his muscular thighs and he’s about to shoot sticky hot cum down your throat.

“Can I-unf...down your throat? Can you take it baby? All of it?” he grunts through labored breaths and just as you whine what sounds like an affirmation, he thrusts one last time and holds your face down, growling and grunting as you take his load happily down your throat.

His body goes limp as he relaxes back on the couch. You look up at him, cheeks stained with tears and his cum and fuck it’s so sexy. His dick grows hard again when you smile in delight and open your mouth wide, tongue hanging out to show him that you swallowed every last drop of him.

It drives him wild and he’s no longer trying to hold back. His body moves on it’s own, grabbing you and slinging you over his shoulder as you squeal in shock and what he hopes is excitement. He stomps to your room and throws you on the bed, the fairy lights you’ve hung on the ceiling rattling and providing the perfect amount of light.

“Katsuki…” you breathe watching him with wide eyes. You don’t have to say it, he knows what you want and now he’s hell bent on giving it to you.

He stares down at you, cock twitching against his leg, “Take off those fucking clothes,” he says in husky voice.

He watches you pull the shirt over your head, your tits exposed to him. “Heh no bra?” He quips, licking his lips.

“Easier without one,” you retort, wiggling your brows. You shimmy out of the tight shorts and lay bare before him. Everything about you is delectable and he stares at your pussy like it’s the first time he’s seen it all over again.

You're dripping and glistening under the soft lights. Your hands cup your breast and you pinch your nipples while watching him. “Like what you see?” You giggle again and he shakes his head.

“What happened to that ”embarrassed girl” act you were doing, huh?” He says crawling over your naked form. The heat from your cunt beckons to him as you spread your legs to welcome his presence between them.

“Had to match your cocky energy,” you squeak, placing a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. He can’t hide the blush that dusts his cheeks and you laugh when you see it and wrap your arms around his neck.

His heart races, the amorous joy on your face warming his cheeks and pumping blood between his legs. He lines the head of his cock up to your entrance, sliding it through your folds and readying himself with your slick.

He bites his lip, gazing into your now lidded eyes as you mewl beneath him, a pleading expression finding its way onto your face. It boosts his confidence and before he pushes into you he grunts, “I’m gonna ruin you princess.”

You gasp when the head of his cock pushes past your tight ring of muscle and he grinds his teeth and clenches the sheets between his fingers. You’re fluttering around him, breathing heavily and moaning. A string of curses escape your lips as he slowly pushes further into you. When he finally bottoms out you both cry out in ecstasy.

He’s done it. He’s finally inside you, and holy fuck you’re squeezing him so tight. Your back is arched up, you’re wailing about how good his cock feels and he hasn’t even started moving. This scene will forever stay in his mind. He looks down to see you stretched around him, sloppy and dribbling while your legs quiver.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” he hisses.

You whimper as he adjusts onto his elbows and pulls your body closer to his. Then he pulls out slowly and rocks and grinds his hips back into you. He can feel his dick dragging against every spongy ridge in your pussy with every deep thrust.

Your hands are interlocked tightly around his neck, your eyes squeezed shut and biting so hard on your lip he can see the teeth imprints left on your lip when you drop your jaw and wail his name.

“Katsuki… Katsu… please… it’s so good… oh fuck…”

Your moans intensify with every drive of his hips and soon he’s slamming into you. He’s lost in how your pussy grips him, aching to feel more and more of you. He pushes your legs back, opens them wider as he pounds into you. Squelching wet sounds and slapping skin accompany your singing cries of pleasure.

“Come for me baby, come on my cock. You can do it,” he coaxes in your ear, sweet and passionate.

Katsuki’s feral growls and grunts of pleasure come to a head when you clamp around him, squealing and squirting on his cock. Your chest is heaving as you pull him close to your body, your limbs locking around him and holding him as you convulse and fall limp on the bed.

A few more pumps of his hips into your bruised cunt and he’s quickly pulling out to paint your belly with thick ropes of cum. He collapses on top of you, and pulls your face up to kiss you, lips moving lazily against yours as you both catch your breath.

He keeps kissing as your fingers dance around on his back, wet smacks up and down your jaw like he can’t get enough of you. Your eyes are closed as you hum in post orgasmic bliss. Katsuki can’t stop the words falling from his lips between kisses.

“Be..my..girl...be mine…all mine...please.”

He can feel your cheeks heat and lift as you smile and whisper. “Ok.”

His heart swells when he hears your response and he chuckles as he flops on his back and pulls you into his chest.

“Good. Now I know you’ll forgive me,” he says, looking at the ceiling and tracing lines on your back as you cuddle up to him.

“Forgive you for what?” You say, lifting your head from his chest to look into his eyes worriedly.

He sneers teasingly, “Putting your dildo out of a job before you ever got a chance to use it.”

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Thank you so much for reading!

THIS.

Black kids deserve to be treated like kids.

Black kids deserve to be able to grow up at their own pace instead of being held to adult standards as children.

Black kids deserve to grow up without fear that white adults will somehow feel “threatened” by them and make them suffer for it.

Black kids deserve a safe place to unload their thoughts and feelings without being belittled or punished for it.

Black kids deserve a support system.

Black kids deserve to be taken seriously.

Black kids deserve to take up space.