bakuwhore house

“lemme suck on it.” you whine, pawing at katsuki’s sweats.

“oh my god.” he side eyes you and scoots to the other end of the couch.

“c’mon pretty.” you purr.

“you sound like a creep.” his blush rises up his neck.

“so it’s a crime to think my boyfriend is hot?” you crawl into his lap. “and pretty.” you bury your fingers in his hair. “and ridiculously cute when he’s blushing.”

“you-” he groans when you roll your hips. “you asked to suck on it.” his pupils blown wide.

“mhm.” you lean down and press your lips to his neck.

you grind your hips against lap, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you with your slow movements. his phone is forgotten and his hands find your waist while you hump against him. you tug his hair and tilt his neck back, smirking at the groan that leaves his lips.

“does my pretty boy want a kiss?” you whisper, lips brushing against his softly.

“yes.” he squeezes your hips.

you press your lips to his and roll your hips, tugging softly at his hair as he groans into your mouth. you pull back and he slowly blinks up at you, lips a little more swollen. he leans up for another but you sit back, grinding against him a little harder.

“ask.” you look down at him.

“another kiss.” he’s breathless already.

“good boy.” his hips jerk up into yours. “ohhh i know, baby.”

your lips fall to his and you quicken your movements, knowing it won’t take much when he’s already so reactive. he gasps when your tongue slides agaisnt his, caressing and guiding while he melts below you. he’s moaning into your mouth, hips canting up on their own accord as the pleasure rises in his lower abdomen.

“fuck your gonna make me cum.” he tosses his head back and you press your lips to his throat.

“want you to cum for me.” you nod, grazing your teeth against his hot skin. “then we’ll take a shower.”

“what-hic! what about you?” his hands on your hips clamp down and move you faster.

“want you to cum for me katsuki.” you whisper. “be a good boy and cum.” you smile feel the full body tremor and then the way his thighs stiffen as he fills his pants. “that’s good, baby.” you place one last kiss on his neck and get up to lead him to the shower.

to these small bullet ones and pale pink vibrator wands. then these seven inch black veined dildos, a purple five inch one with ridges, a six inch smooth mauve one and multiple with those clit rabbit heads. a rose, one he is unable to describe but he thinks is for your clit. these hot pink suction nubs for your nipples, a remote for god knows what, batteries and a load of wires. then a bottle of lube. a big one that’s half full. the least surprising item is the unwrapped box of condoms.

“what the fuck?” he utters and when you walk in behind him you laugh.

“no, not that drawer! the one below it!” you say, closing away all your toys and opening the other one, pulling out your white phone charger.

“you… you have so many,” bakugou breathes and he has to blink two more times than necessary to not imagine you using one. fuck.

you shrug, “not really. my friends gifted me some, some were on sale and some were recommended online.”

you’re so casual about it, the fact he found over fifteen toys beside your bed, roaming freely that it empowers him. he pulls out the drawer again. clears his throat.

“w-which is your favourite?” he doesn’t know why he’s stuttering. his dick is hardening by the second. you in the morning with the sunlight streaming in using that dildo with the rabbit head. or you in the evening after work on your bed, with the vibrator with the big head. you like when he rolls you on your stomach during sex, do you use your toys like that too? nipples pinched, dildo in, vibrator on your clit?

“oh my god katsuki. you’ve gone all red,” you giggle, placing your hand on his forearm to reach up to kiss the corner of his mouth on your tiptoes, “are you imagining me using them?”

“no,” he blurts, then roughly wipes his nose. he flicks his eyes down your body, “i do wanna see you use them. if you’d want?”

“you know we’re dating now? you don’t have to be so nervous talking about sex.”

you’re so confident, winking at him, still not closing the drawer. he imagines you cleaning them in your bathroom, wrists flicking down the plastic cocks, wet and soapy after orgasming minutes ago.

“i’m not fuckin’ nervous,” he looks at the drawer, then back to your smiling face, “use one for me. on your bed.”

you raise your eyebrows and he rolls his eyes.

“please.”

甚尔：叫我爸爸 / art by cheng

new series!! rough toji x shy&sweet!reader

one thing about toji is that no matter how rough the edges of his life are, he keeps every last one of them away from you.

youre too sweet for it, too soft, all warm smiles and gentle hands and that way you look at him like theres nothing ugly in the world, let alone in him, and he cant stand the thought of any of his habits brushing up against you.

when hes outside with a cigarette between his fingers and you come padding over in those soft little house clothes, he notices before you even reach him, turning his wrist so the ember faces away from you, already stepping back.

"…nah, stay there," he mutters, voice low.

you still come closer, smiling up at him, and he exhales the smoke away from your face, chin tipped toward the dark yard instead of you.

"aint for you," he says, quieter this time, like its obvious. like sweet girls like you arent supposed to smell like smoke. his free hand still finds your waist, though, pulling you into his side while he keeps the cigarette held far back behind him.

you sigh into him, and he presses a small, sweet kiss on your hairline.

and its the same with his temper.

his gruff voice, the hard stare, the clipped replies, but the second you wander into the room all soft and sleepy, asking him something in that sweet voice of yours, it changes.

youll hear him cursing under his breath at something that pissed him off, jaw tight, shoulders tense, and the second you peek your head around the doorway, he goes quiet.

his eyes land on you and his whole expression shifts.

"...what d'you need," he mutters, still rough, but softer for you.

even with the people he keeps around, hes careful. if someone talks too loud, too crude, too rough when youre nearby, hes already looking at them before you even notice.

that slow, flat stare, the one that says enough.

because as far as hes concerned, you stay sweet, and nothing mean in this world gets to stain that if he can help it.

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