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The first thing your mind registered was the heat of Jack’s chest pressed against your back and his hot breath ghosting over your neck. The second thing was his hand between your legs, idly dragging his fingers through your folds, granted access by your thigh slung up and over his hip. On the upstroke, the tips of his fingers grazed your clit, sending tiny jolts of pleasure up your spine.

The third thing you noticed was how abnormally wet you were. Not just normal, waking up wet. Not even aroused wet. You were drenched. Your thighs were sticky and damp, coated with the fluid leaking out of you.

Oh fuck.

That was Jack’s cum. 

He must have fucked you after you fell asleep.

The small flickers of pleasure his fingers were giving you was nothing compared to the absolute inferno that knowledge lit within you. You squirmed, pressing back against Jack and the hard length of his cock against your ass.

“Jack…” your voice was breathy and your words slurred, still fighting your way out of your sleepy haze.

“You finally awake, pretty girl?”

Jack pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, pushing forward to grind against your ass. You whined and nodded, grabbing onto the arm that was still between your legs.

“Feel that?”

His hand shifted, two fingers slipping inside of you. He curled them expertly, stroking over your g-spot with practiced precision. The moan you released and the jerking of your hips against his hand were involuntary. Your walls felt tender and a little sore. Even more proof of what he’d done to you.

“You’re still full of me,” the squelching of his fingers sliding in and out was loud in the otherwise silent room. “All covered in my cum.”

“Jack, please,” you were panting and writhing in his hold, chasing the orgasm you were so close to.

“No, not yet, babygirl,” he pulled his fingers out and away, all points of contact between you vanishing as he rolled over onto his back. “Go get your favorite toy and prettiest pair of panties.”

“Jack - ” 

“Don’t whine,” he clicked his tongue and you turned to look at him. The hand that had been between your legs was stroking over his cock. You watched with hungry eyes as he spread the fluid coating his fingers across his length. “Do it.”

You grumbled, but complied.

Your legs were a little shaky when you stood from the bed, but you steadied yourself and made your way over to the dresser. Hidden in the bottom drawer, beneath your underwear and his boxers, was the pink vibrator Jack liked to use to torture you. It was curved, part of it extending up to cover your clit while the remainder fit inside your walls. 

You hated it. It was shorter and slimmer than his cock, never filling you up in the way that he could. The part that covered your clit was nice and soft and the vibrations were strong, but it still couldn’t compare to Jack’s tongue or fingers.

“Jack - ”

“Put it on and get back over here.”

Jack was leaning against the headboard now, legs spread wide and his hand still lazily gliding up and down his shaft. His eyes were glued to your body, watching eagerly as you slid the toy into place. There was no resistance to be found, your own wetness combined with what was left of his cum had the soft silicone bottoming out. You fiddled with it, making sure to align the little suction cup perfectly over your clit before pulling a pair of white, lacy panties up to hold it in place.

“Good,” Jack was breathing a little heavier now. “Bring me the remote and come here. I want that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock as I tell you exactly what I did to you last night.”

Your hand reached back into the drawer, fishing out the little black remote. It only took you three steps to close the distance between the bed and dresser, and then you were climbing onto the mattress and settling between his legs.

Jack held his hand out, cocking an eyebrow when you hesitated.

“Can you please just fuck me?”

“No,” he reached out and plucked the remote from your hands, immediately clicking the button to turn on the vibrator. It hummed to life on the lowest setting. The vibrations were just enough to have you squirming, but not enough to give you any real pleasure. “Last night, I gave you what you wanted. Now, I get what I want.”

He clicked the remote twice more, pushing the speed up and forcing a gasp out of you. 

“And what I want is to get my dick sucked while you go all stupid and cum for me over and over.”

Fuck. 

All of the air fled your lungs at his words. You could feel your pulse pounding between your legs, your clit throbbing against the vibrations.

“C’mon,” he looked you up and down where you kneeled. “Let me feel your pretty little tongue and I’ll tell you exactly what happened.”

You lowered yourself to your stomach, whining when your hips jerked forward to grind against the bed as you settled down. Jack’s cock bobbed in front of your face, his own hand holding it steady. You let your breath ghost over the length, shifting even lower to kiss around the base.

Jack clicked the remote again, bringing the toy to half power. You moaned, lips still pressed against his shaft. Jack shuddered, the vibrations of your exhalation traveling through him. Your hips ground down against the bed, a frustrated whine leaking from you when you couldn’t get the friction you needed.

“Can I–”

You didn’t get a chance to finish your question. Jack read your mind, snatching a pillow from beside him. He leaned over you, helping to settle it between your legs. His length pressed into your face as he did.

“Thank you,” you murmured as he sat back. Shifting against it, you were pleased to find you could rock forward and chase your pleasure.

“Now c’mon,” Jack grasped his cock by the base, angling it and feeding the flushed tip between your lips. Your tongue swiped over his slit, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of his precum. “Yeah, that’s it, baby.”

You took him deeper, keeping your eyes on him as you did. You’d never been able to take him fully. His cock was just too big for you to swallow the full length of him.

“You wanna know what I did to you?”

It was hard to nod with Jack nearly in your throat, but you tried your best. Jack chuckled, pressing the button twice. You whined around him, eyelids fluttering.

“Keep your eyes on me,” his hand gathered the loose strands of your hair. He used his grip to keep your head steady, but he let you set your own rhythm. You tried to keep your pace steady, despite how your hips were grinding down against the pillow. Your tongue swiped over the prominent vein on his underside.

“That’s it, just like that,” his teeth dug into his lower lip. “You looked so pretty, all limp and asleep.”

Saliva was dripping down his length. You brought one hand up to wrap around what your mouth couldn’t reach, wrapping your fingers around him and stroking slowly.

“When I came in – fuck, do that again,” Jack’s voice was breathy, his hips bucking up slightly when you traced your tongue around his tip and licked over his tip. You listened, repeating the motion before taking him deep again. “When I came in, you needed a little bit of help, weren’t ready for me yet. So I got between those pretty little legs of yours, spread you open, and got my mouth on that gorgeous cunt of yours.”

You whined, rutting forward, chasing the orgasm that was just around the corner. Jack stepped in to help, mashing the button to push the vibrations to the max. 

Your eyes rolled back as it crashed over you. You tried to pull back, to pull more air into your lungs, but Jack didn’t let you. He held your head in place, letting you gasp and choke around him as the waves of your orgasm swept over you. 

The pleasure quickly turned sharp and punishing as you started to come down. The vibrations didn’t cease, staying at the same intensity and forcing you back to the edge much too soon for your trembling body to handle.

“I used my mouth and my fingers to make you cum on my face,” in your orgasmic haze, your hand around his base had gone limp and your rhythm had faltered. Jack had taken over moving your mouth on his cock with his grip on your hair. He was bucking up into you, and it was all you could do to make sure you shielded him from your teeth. “You tasted so good, baby. You wanted it so bad, even though you didn’t know what was happening. You were twitching and moaning. Practically begging for it.”

You were close again. Your clit throbbed and your walls clenched around the too-small intrusion of the part of the vibrator inside you. There was nothing you wanted more than for Jack to sink into you.

“And then,” Jack was panting, moving your head even faster. “Then, when you were nice and soaking for me, I fucked you.”

You came, whining around his length and rutting down into the pillows, chasing the pleasure that overwhelmed you. Every nerve in your body was on fire as it raced through you and smothered every thought in your brain.

“Nice and hard,” you could tell by how he throbbed between your lips that Jack was getting close. “God, baby your tits looked so good. Bouncing for me while you creamed around my cock.”

The vibrator didn’t let you come down, keeping your orgasm pulsing through you. Your walls were still clenching and releasing and aching for him.

“And you felt so fucking good, looked so pretty wrapped around me,” he pulled you off of him, holding your face up by your hair while you gasped for breath. His other hand wrapped around his cock, jerking the length rapidly as he got close. “I just couldn’t help myself, had to – fuck, baby close your eyes – had to fill you up.”

Your eyes shut, mouth opening in anticipation of his release. 

“Yes, yes,” Jack groaned. His hand stilled, holding the base of his cock and pointing it at your face. “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”

His whole body shuddered as the first few ropes erupted from him. They landed across your forehead and cheeks, dripping down and trickling into your mouth. The next few shots landed squarely on your tongue, timed perfectly with your third orgasm slamming into you. 

You whined, nails digging into his thighs as even more of his cum coated your face and lips. Your whole body was shaking with the waves of pleasure, each one burning through your veins, pushing you past the edge of pleasure and into pain.

“Jack,” you gasped, head dropping to lean against his thigh as you trembled. “Off, please.”

“Ok, ok,” he switched it off, your body relaxing as you were finally able to drag in a deep breath. “There you go. Relax. I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

Jack shifted you off him, setting you down on the comforter. You listened as he got off the bed, hearing the snapping of his prosthetic being latched before he was striding off to the bathroom.

He was back quickly. A damp cloth ran over your face, cleaning up his cum and the drool that had slipped down your chin when you sucked him off.

“It’s safe to open your eyes, baby,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, helping you sit up. “You ok?”

“I’m so good, Jack,” you smiled up at him, wincing when the deactivated vibrator pressed against your over sensitive clit.

“Let’s get this off,” his hands helped ease the panties down your legs, taking the toy with it and leaving you empty again. You laughed when his nose wrinkled slightly at the sight of the mess on the toy. A mixture of both of your fluids covered the silicon. “You need a bath.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

Jack smiled wide, reaching a hand out to help you stand.

he lets you do your best, his hand quickly becoming more than than simply guidance as he maneuvers you himself, a pretty little doll for him to use.

you'll try to get yourself off for hours if he'd let you, but he never does. he only indulges you up until your moans turn to whimpers and then to straight up whines. cause jack knows you'll never be able to give yourself what you need. he's just too big for you. so deep inside, filling you up so full that you can't move fast enough, never able to make it feel as good as he can.

but it's okay, because that's what he's here for. he smiles up at you all sweet like and ask, "you getting tired, pretty girl?"

and the moment you nod he's turning you over, hand splayed wide on the small of your back to keep his length fully inside you. jack situates himself so he's right between your spread legs, his hips grinding against yours. he lays his whole body weight on top of you, making you feel all warm and small and smothered in the very best ways.

jack abbot who laughs when he wraps those big, strong biceps around your head and smushes you between them, delighting in the excited little squeal you give in response. he fucks you just like that, holding you in his embrace, so close he can feel your heart beating fast against his sternum. 

his belly is soft, pressing into yours as he ruts his cock into your syrupy heat. you can feel and smell and see nothing but him, engulfed in all his safety. the graying curls at the base of his cock grow slick with your arousal, providing just enough friction against your clit that it only takes minutes before your walls clench around him.

jack abbot who talks you through it each and every time. who presses tender kisses against your cheeks and nose and forehead and whispers, "yeah, that feel good, baby? there you go. that's better, hm? just needed a little help. s'okay. i've got you. feel how deep i am? squeezin' me so tight." 

he pumps you full of cum and stays inside of you until his cock softens in the mess he's made, giving a last few slow, deep strokes before he finally pulls out.

jack abbot who holds you in his arms and smiles to himself when you lay your head on his chest and start snoring a few short minutes later, sleepy and sated and satisfied.

And you’d be more than happy to massage his tensed shoulders after a long, stressful day then place a warm meal before him. Sitting in Pope’s lap as he ate, listening to the nature documentaries playing in the background. 

Pope had returned home after another fight covered in red scratches and bruises. The scent of his sweat still lingering in the air as he stepped into your shared bedroom. No cologne, but simply the smell of his deodorant and musk. 

Normally, you would tend to his injuries first, kiss his bloody knuckles clean, before hopping together in the shower. But something about your boyfriend felt different. Eyes darkening, looking at you like a piece of cake. Only then did you notice the bulging tent in Pope’s sweats. 

Oh. 

Before you could even register what was happening, he was all over you. Muscular chest crushing your breasts, lips hungrily chasing yours, tongue invading mouth, his body firmly guiding yours toward the messy bed. Sometime along the way, your clothes were discarded and forgotten onto the floor.

Pope gently nudged you forward and you crawled onto the mattress. A pair of his strong hands grabbed onto your hips firmly and pulled you underneath him. You barely managed to squeal in surprise as he was already pushing the swollen head of his cock between your legs, precum dribbling onto the back of your thighs. 

— Aw, fuck! — You mewled, chewing on your lower lip as Pope sank into your tight pussy in one, excruciatingly long thrust. 

Shit, he always made you feel that funny tingling in your lower stomach, feet curling as he just slid his fat lenght in. No matter how many times you two had sex before, every time was deliciously driving you delirious. 

He was already panting, right next to your temple – his warm breath tickling your cheek. One, thick arm wrapped around your neck, holding you close, where he needed you. His tummy fit like a puzzle into the small curve of your lower back as Pope began to thrust into you. Toned thighs on both sides of your legs, the swell of his cock sliding through your gummy walls, rubbing all the right places. 

— Andy~ — You whined softly. Hips tilting and arching slightly changing the angle just how you liked it. — My Andy.

You loved everything about your boyfriend – especially when every roll of his hips was igniting a flame deep within you, that was slowly blinding your vision with stars.

One of Pope’s many secrets would be that he deeply cherished his girlfriend’s affection and endless praises for how strong and manly he was. It would drive Pope even more crazy, that he had such a pretty thing like you all for himself. 

As the pleasure grew and grew, his skin sticking to your spine, you allowed yourself to slowly drift into that sweet oblivion, cheeks sinking into the meat of his arm that has been wrapped just under your chin. Soft moans echoed through the room, the veiny underside of his cock dragging along your throbbing walls.

— ‘m sorry, baby. Needed you badly. — Pope murmured, breath hitching, as you clenched onto the sensitive head of his cock. 

You knew he preferred taking his sweet time and the fun of prolonged, overstimulating foreplay, making sure you’re wet and aroused enough to take him without discomfort he had a big dick. 

But to be honest? You began to like it, when he carelessly just pushed his cock inside of you, releasing all of the pent up energy he had through the day. You were more than happy to help your boyfriend with all the stress his family has caused. 

And if this was a remedey? Fuck, you'll need another dose.

— Did you win?

— O-Of course I did. – His thrusts became sloppy, the rhythm long abandoned. Pope nuzzled the side of your head, most of his body weight resting on top of you. He rubbed against you, hoping that your scent, your perfumes, will stick to him. So he can feel your presence throughout the next day. 

— 'm proud, Andy~ 

You said on an exhale, most air escaping from your lungs as his heavy mass, grinded you into the mattress below. 

— Fuck, I– I’m gonna–

— ‘s okay, Andy. You can come inside.

His sweet, precious angel. 

There were days when Pope still couldn’t believe that you were real, that he was so blessed to have such a good girlfriend. That he deserved someone like you – taking care of him in every way. Even now, as you lay splayed out beneath him, asking him to fill you up.

It didn't take much more for Pope and after a couple more, frantic rolls of his hips, he reached his peak. His whole body tensed, mouth parted and he moaned. His warm seed flooded your pussy as you peppered his elbow that was tucked under your chin with kisses.

— Love you so much, baby. — Pope tilted his head as he kissed the skin between your eyebrow and an upper eyelid.

“can’t believe you’ve been to this shithole before,” bakugou grunts. he can’t stop fixing his hair, rubbing his nose, then adjusting his dick. there’s no clothes to fiddle with or pockets to stuff his hands into.

he’s following kirishima down this smoky purple led lit hallway and he can hear bustles of conversation and slow jazz getting louder with every step.

“denks took me once last summer. it was fun, everyone’s so friendly and it’s definitely not a shithole. if anything it’s pretty freeing, very clean. nothing to hide.”

he’s got no clue what that’s supposed to mean, not until he follows behind kirishima through these red velvet curtains and analyses the scene before him.

there’s a minty smell in the air, a thick layer of smoke so you can only make out details of someone once they’re beside you. the room is coated in that same pale purple light with people everywhere. multiple body shapes, genders and the only accessories being earrings. 

bakugou’s never had nudity before him at this amount. he knows his friends have taken part in threesomes, a few foursomes but bakugou’s only ever been intimate with two people in his life. sex has never been a focus, not when he was so busy with saving the world… and his drunk friend who’s somewhere wallowing about his ex girlfriend.

“some people have their fuckin’ underwear on. i coulda kept mine!” bakugou whispers in his red headed friend’s ear even nudging him in annoyance.

it’s intimating. there’s women lounging in sofas, legs crossed, legs spread. arms cuddling another in conversation. two women are making out against the wall, her fingers snaking down her stomach and stuffing into the others pussy. 

bakugou’s eyes widen, swings around so his back is facing them.

only to be facing a woman straddling a man’s lap, kissing down his neck, wrist flicking between their bodies. he looks to the bar and there’s three men talking, one with his hand on the others lower back pinging at his underwear band. then the third pops a pill in his mouth and swallows it down with an orange liquid. the men giggle, a palm on a chest, a leg between another, a tongue in an ear and—

kirishima shrugs and bakugou can tell he’s not fazed by anything. in fact, he’s interested. looking at the lean man against the wall, swishing a drink by the stem of his glass. he chews down on his bottom lip once he locks eyes with him.

“okay, let’s split up, he last said he was at the back? incase he’s moved, you stay at the front.” kirishima orders, seemingly now in a rush to get everything sorted. 

bakugou eyes the man who’s staring down his friend. then the man looks at him, gaze slinking down his body, his cock. winks. bakugou’s eyes go to golf balls.

“you’re gonna leave me?”

kirishima laughs, already ducking out of the conversation, “i’m sure you’ll be safe, bro. you’ll get hit on a few times just say whatever you usually say.”

“how the fuck are you gonna find me again?”

“this place isn’t that big. i’ll check upstairs.”

“there’s a fuckin’ upstairs?” bakugou mumbles to himself once kirishima disappears within the purple haze. 

bakugou knows he could be paranoid but he can feel people staring at him. it’s unlike the usual stare he gets as a hero, fans impressed with his quirk, who have been following him for years and are excited to see him in the flesh. instead the stares he’s getting now, as he wanders through this faux house gathering are charged.

people are eying him like fresh meat, as if they can feel that this is his first time being naked in a public space. his anxiety smells good, only brewing arousal in these people.

a man ogles his arms like they’re chunks of chocolate. a woman stares straight at his cock and smiles when it twitches. he’s about to beg a security guard who stands in a suit at the door for his jacket until he remembers why he’s here.

to find his stupid fuckin’ friend who’s drunk himself in a sad stupor. nobody else here seems to be on that wave. chatting like they’re at a casual houseparty but lacking all their clothes.

bakugou circles one room, ignoring the whispers of two women sitting cross legged on the carpet. one is leaning on her hand behind her back, breasts out and perked.

“hey handsome,” she says and bakugou can only bring himself to nod.

he scatters into the next room. people making out on a sofa. a group of five are playing spin the bottle around the table. a woman with blonde hair is in heaven, moaning with her head flung back as everyone watches on. a few men touch themselves to it but pull away when another man springs from under the table, wiping his mouth. 

“fuck, i’ve been wanting to do that!”

“spin the goddamn bottle, i wanna try!”

one of the guys notices him looking, “oi! wanna play? i think you're my friend’s type.”

bakugou doesn’t even bother to reply, glancing away with the snap of his head. one step forward and he bumps into a body.

soft and shorter than him. skin on skin, his hand brushing against a breast as he stabilises himself and clutches on your arm so you don’t fall in the process.

bakugou has to blink a few times to get his vision straight. just so he can be sure what he’s seeing is correct.

bakugou’s not sure what word to describe you but the first word that comes to mind is glittery. you’ve got a light glitter across your perfect chest, your arms, your— he stops once he sees a tuft of hair below your stomach. heat rises to his cheeks faster than ever before and he knows, he fucking feels the rush of blood to his cock.

you’re so fucking pretty.

“you’ve got glitter on me,” is the first thing he says but makes no move to wipe it off. instead he looks at that spot where your neck meets your shoulder, how smooth it looks. then, the plain gold hooped earrings in your ears and your shiny watery eyes. nothing about you is symmetrical, not the shape of your eyebrows or your breasts. your lips are luscious, clearly moisturised and he wonders if you’ve kissed anyone tonight. 

bakugou katsuki has never met anyone naked for the first time. especially not the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on. nothing could have prepared him for this. nothing kirishima prepped him about in the car, definitely nothing in his hero education.

you giggle, butter smooth, hands at your waist and your head cocked to the side like you’re analysing.

“gives something for people to remember me by,” you grin, your teeth are not perfect but your smile is so insanely adorable. bakugou steps forward. “it’s also a hack for any married men. their wives get to find out what they’re doing in the evenings.”

bakugou’s brows rise. “that’s smart.”

“yeah, it happens more than you think.”

bakugou inhales. it’s a little shaky when he takes in your citrus perfume and the mint that feels like it’s being pumped in the air. you must be able to tell how on edge he is right now, overwhelmed and even more so now with your presence. he’s grateful you don’t look past his adonis belt, because then you’d understand exactly how he’s feeling.

“can i touch you? you’re so built. i’ve never seen anyone who looks like you,” you murmur, transfixed by his body. your eyes dart across his pectorals, his brown nipples and then his abdomen. bakugou can’t distinguish whether it’s interest in a biological way or sexually. especially when you stare at the soft tissue pink scar right in the centre of his chest. 

bakugou swallows a gulp of his spit. he’s supposed to be finding… they must be pumping pheromones in the air because somehow he’s willing to get on his knees in front of everyone and stuff his head between your legs.

“fuck,” he sniffs abruptly, “y-yeah, you can.”

the little “yay!” that tumbles through you surprises him, creates a whole new folder in his head of how you’re endearing. right beside how sexy you look.

you flatten both your palms on his pectorals first, causing bakugou to inhale sharply. his chest is falling and rising hastily just from that, from you being fucking pretty and naked and interested in him. you squeeze, lips in an o shape in shock.

“they’re softer than i thought. wow, you’re beautiful,” you say with a smile, thumbs brushing over his nipples. bakugou is forced to grip a bookshelf beside him. “you must be in the gym everyday.”

“n-not exactly,” he manages as your finger strokes the smooth scar on his chest, then the two darker brown fleshy scars at his side. they don’t hurt him anymore, haven’t hurt him for years but somehow you touching them so inquisitively has sparks flying through them. “i’m a…”

does he say his job? can you guess?

“you don’t have to tell me now if you don’t want to. maybe later.”

you draw your fingers across his eight pack, a finger dipping in every curve. he feels firm, hard, undoubtedly strong. like consistency, persistence and pain was needed to look like this. he doesn’t notice you press your thighs together but he does notice how you bite your lip when you finally gaze down at his cock.

leaking, red and prominent against his lower stomach.

“even your dick is pretty. where the hell are you from?” you laugh, “i’m surprised nobody has snatched you up yet.”

he wouldn’t want anyone to talk to him but you.

“i think you’re pretty, too.” 

bakugou cringes as soon as the words leave his mouth. how childish running around the sandpit to not catch cooties did that sound? 

but again, to his surprise, you coo at him. your hands still haven’t left his body, pressing down on his sides, up to squeeze his shoulders. bakugou feels like he’s on fire, raging from unburied tension. he grits his teeth because he thinks he could come from you just touching his upper body, staring at him with your little smile.

“that’s so cute. thank you,” you reply honestly and bakugou gives a soldier like nod, “is this your first time here? you’ve got the first time nerves.”

“‘m not nervous,” but all the blood from his head is rushing right down to his crotch. you're massaging his shoulders now and bakugou is sure he’s about to loose stability in his knees.

“okay,” you don’t argue, “but it’s your first time?”

he wants to say he’s not a fucking virgin but he knows that’s not what you mean and it does feel like his first time all over again. definitely reminiscent of his first time watching pornography back in his room as a teen. over interested, horny but refusing to touch himself yet. 

“yeah. my friends are here somewhere.”

it’s as if you’re magnetic, unable to take your hands off him. now they’re on his biceps, squeezing every couple seconds like you’re checking he’s still there.

“oh i know what that’s like. my first time here, i found my friend sucking this guy off less than half an hour in. she wasn’t even on anything.”

bakugou blinks, standing there dumbly like a mannequin that needs to be clothed. his cock aches.

“are you on anythin’?” 

you shake your head, “no! my usual guy who i get stuff from isn’t here today, so just a few shots earlier.”

usual guy. this isn’t the place for him to feel jealous, it’s not, but he wonders if there’s anything you’d like him to give you. anything. 

two girls and a guy walk past you and him, first acknowledging you with a little wave and giving him those same hungry eyes as everyone before. with his attention away from you, he realises how many people aren’t only staring at him but you. were people getting off on you touching him? there's a girl and guy on the sofa clearly talking about you, did they want you too? one of the men around the spin the bottle round table has an envious look in his eye and bakugou wasn’t sure if it was towards him or you. he shifts his body so that guy wouldn’t be able to see you.

“what’s your name?” bakugou asks. though he eyes your wrist.

a red stamped 47.

“yn,” bakugou’s not sure if you’re telling the truth. “you can touch me too if you want. i’d like it if you did.”

he didn’t come here to talk to women, he didn’t come here to fondle women, even if they’d like him to do so. kirishima has probably found kaminari right? they’re both grown ass men and kirishima has been here before. it’s fine.

you can sense the carousel of revolving thoughts in his head. so slowly, as if he’s a sensitive kitten that will run away at any loud noise, you remove your hands from his body and wrap them around his wrists. you drag his hands half an inch away from your chest. “it’s okay, i promise.”

there’s the space for him to decline, your grip loose so he can pull away. but he wants too, he just probably shouldn’t be.

“f-fuck,” he whispers, pressing his hands on your clavicle. you’re real, alive and letting him touch you. “if i touch you anymore, i will come and i can’t fuckin’ come like this.”

you frown playfully, a little laugh, “why not?”

bakugou stills, “what d’you mean? shit’s embarrassing, i need you to come first—,”

your hands are back on his wrists, sliding his palms down to the fat of your breasts. his hands are massive, able to grab both in a single hand. you exhale softly as if you just took a hit of endorphins. 

“what’s your name?”

“katsuki.” 

he doesn’t even have in him to lie.

“nothing is embarrassing here, katsuki. maybe if you fall flat on your face. that still applies.”

he squeezes your breasts, tender incase he hurts you. it only makes you step in closer to him, your arms wrapping around his neck. “you’ve got such warm hands.”

bakugou’s thankful you’re cautious to not press your body into his cock. “i’ve never seen a woman like you.”

your eyes are fluttered shut once he starts to massage, glitter from your body transferring onto his palms. it’s all over his body too, like you both are born from the same star.

“i wanna take you home and squeeze you. you’re so adorable.” you whine, opening your eyes to give him a pout.

he doesn’t get this reaction from women, usually he’s the one in charge throwing them on a bed, kissing them first. he’s definitely never been called adorable or cute but you’ve got him tied around your finger, pressing for more attention.

“you guys look gorgeous together, by the way,” a rather pretty man says in passing and your smile beams.

“thank you, honey!”

then your attention is back on bakugou like you knew he was crumbling without you. 

“you can pinch them if you want.” you offer, taking your fingers through the hair on his nape. 

bakugou looks at his hands on your breasts. his hands are ugly he thinks. always too sweaty, scarred all over though he always keeps his nails clean and cut. they drown your body, your flesh spilling between each of his fingers.

“you’re so…,” he’s out of words to describe how angelic you are, rolling your perked nipple with the pad of his thumb. you’re so reactive, bubbles of light delighted exhales. when he pinches your left bud you moan and bakugou is forced to squeeze the base of his cock.

you laugh at the flush of red in his cheeks, his jaw sharp as he grits down. he’s taking heavy controlled breaths, looking up at the ceiling to calm himself down.

this man, katsuki, is stupidly gorgeous. walking around this event like he’s so unaware of himself. it’s what drew you to him. you’ve figured out pretty quickly that he’s ridden with anxiety, pent up with arousal and is so determined to not release.

“i’m sorry, katsuki. it’s not because of me is it?” your hand flies to your mouth, but the giggles spill out. 

he should be embarrassed at your laugh at his clear inability to control himself over your naked body and touching your breasts. about to nut in a room full of people over some half-baked fondling. but he isn’t, it feels like you’re both in this together.

“‘course it’s ’cause of you. i just need to—,” he runs his hand up and down his shaft twice, before letting go. he blinks at you, your pointed nipples, your confident smirk. he wonders how you'd smell if he dipped between your legs. “i’m good now.”

as good as he can be in this situation. he’s fucked.

you give him an understanding nod, biting down your smile. “if you want, we can sit down. talk a little?”

you’re like a fairy. not those dainty petite ones out of those fairytales but a real, glowing one with your palm out for him to take. you almost feel like a figment of his imagination, like he’s suffering from object permanence if he isn’t touching you. he can’t tell if you’re laughing at him just a little bit, he’s not sure if he cares. he’s out of his depth here, getting whiplash with his limits adjusting by the second. 

there’s no chance he’s having sex with anyone in public. he’d do anything you ask him to and you don’t even have to say please.

bakugou slides his palm into your smaller one and allows himself to gaze down your back as you drag him away somewhere. your back is smooth, curved and he imagines kissing down your spine. your ass, he glances away, then he looks back. two round globes that ripple with every step you make. he wants to see his fingers gripping your flesh, how it shakes when he slaps a cheek.

he glances at your face to find you smirking at the fact he was so clearly checking you out.

“s-sorry, it’s—,”

“you can look at me, katsuki. we’re all naked here.”

you stop him in front of an empty maroon leather sofa though there’s still other people in the room. a group of four playing a card game on a blanket. a compulsory couple making out on another sofa, always someone making out somewhere. he should be used to it now but beside that couple there’s a man with a man and a woman kneeling on the floor licking his dick.

bakugou rips his eyes away from the scene when you drop yourself into the sofa, sitting sideways with your legs curled. you perch your arm on the back of the sofa, head resting in your palm. you tap the space beside you.

“sit, gorgeous.”

he does because he can see your pussy when he stands. was there a shine there? is it because of him? bakugou flops down, apologising abruptly when the weight of him causes your side of the sofa to bounce.

“it’s okay, you’re a big guy after all,” you say, snuggling up close to him. your hand is back on his chest but he notices your eyes widen.

“what?” 

your finger swipes at the precome that’s brushed at his abs from how slouched he’s sitting. you’re quick, eager, like you’ve been caught with your fingers in the peanut butter jar.

bakugou’s never been so hard in his life, his head is a bulging red though the colour dimmed down under the purple lights. he flings his head back on the chair but his hand finds your thigh. squeezes.

“you’re killin’ me. i didn’t expect this when i came here. i was supposed to be in and out.”

“that’s honest. you didn’t expect to be turned on in a room full of naked people.” there’s a moan in the background, a couple. “or you didn’t expect to find me?”

bakugou opens his eyes to look at you, you’re clearly more presentable than he is right now. his eyes are watery, pupils blown out like just taken something and he already looks like he’s been run through tonight. fucked in all types of ways. his lips are parted, staring at your smiling ones.

“you. i don’t even know what to say to you.”

he doesn’t know what’s appropriate in this context. with people fucking and sucking all around him, how honest can he be?

a gasp gets stuck in bakugou’s windpipe when your hand cradles his cheek, thumb brushing the blushed apple right under his eye. the movement presses your breasts together, has bakugou once again wondering how the hell you’re real right now.

“tell me what you’re thinking. your first thought.”

he feels as if he’s about to start salivating. he can see every one of your eyelashes, curled up and batting against your cheeks with every blink. your eyes are caring, looking at him softly like you know he needs to be looked after here, a little push of confidence. bakugou’s never been treated like this in his life.

“i wanna eat you out. feel you come on my tongue. so fuckin’ bad, i feel like i’m going insane.” 

he notices your thighs press together now, how your body shivers, how you snuggle closer to him with your breasts against his bicep.

“hearing you say that is going to make me drip onto this sofa.” your voice is like silk, weaving in one ear and out the other. 

bakugou’s hand slides from your thigh to your ass, pinching you roughly, arousal uncontrolled. 

“i was thinkin’ how the fuck is everyone able to just fuck in public here and now i’m close to beggin’ you to let me. just a taste.” he can barely pronounce a consonant, all his words slurring together, drunk on everything you are. 

“you sure you want to? you don’t have to,” but you’re just taunting him. you can see how much he wants to, if not in his eyes but in his raging cock slapped against his chest. you stretch a bare leg across his lap and this large, beautiful man moans for you. 

this is probably your favourite type. hot and ready after some touching. wanting to please you just from the sight of you alone. definitely helps that he’s built like a god and looks as if he can back up whatever he puts down.

“please let me,” he groans and you watch as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “i’ll do it here, let me do it here for you.”

you don't say a word, laying back on the sofa and slowly opening your legs. 

bakugou feels like he’s about to shut down. your shine catches the light, gloss covering your lips, trickling down to between your ass. you’re pretty everywhere and he can smell how much you need a release. his heart raps against his chest like he just finished a sprint and he grabs the base of his cock whilst gritting his teeth.

“fuck, sorry. i’m tryin’ so hard not to bust. i fuckin’ can’t.” he’s blubbering away, unable to take his eyes from between your legs. you’re so fucking pretty. “so perfect. where the fuck have you been all my life?”

you’re laughing again, propping up your head at the arm rest as bakugou adjusts his body to have his head between your thighs. you ruffle his hair, tugging it lightly before letting go.

“you’re so adorable. i knew you’d be good for me.”

that has bakugou dragging his eyes away from your pussy to your face. “i’m good for you?”

he isn’t the submissive one in sex, in his life. he takes control of everything, he’s the one telling others where to go and what to do and… here he isn’t. here he’s waiting for your next word and there’s a couple people watching it happen. fuck, more people are in the room now. sitting on other sofas, staring at him staring at you like you created the stars in the sky.

“yes katsuki, so good. you said you wanted me, have a taste.”

the permission has him purring like a new shiny engine, both his thumbs spreading you apart and bakugou feels rewarded. thick sweetness pouring from your hole and he’s quick to lap it up so it doesn’t get on the sofa. he can’t waste any of you, how disrespectful that would be. your exhales are bubbling with every lick bakugou makes, firstly careful like he’s testing the waters before he dives in.

he grips your thighs like a man starved, the first piece of meat he’s seen in days. then he starts to rock his face into you. messy like nobody taught the man any manners. licks stripes across you so everything’s contained, moans sending vibrations through you because you taste even better than he could imagine. a sweet tang, that has him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. 

bakugou is so consumed by you, by taste, scent and sight, that he forgets about his own hard cock and the crowd that has formed. 

“can i touch you—,” it’s another voice, one said to your katsuki but he’s busy.

“don’t touch him,” you bite, grinding your hips up into his mouth, back arching when he suctions his plush lips over your clit, “fuck, katsuki! you’re doing so well, baby. you’re going to make me come.”

bakugou’s too engrossed, focused on your sounds and words to guide him, to ensure he’s doing the best he can. but you notice, you notice the jealous eyes, the aroused ones, even the curious ones in the corner. there’s even word spreading round to other rooms of what’s happening, of this sexy newcomer that has his head between your thighs. 

“she’s so hot, she’s never let me do that.”

“who is he… who are they? d’you think they’d want me as a third?”

“i’m getting hard again just watching this.”

everything here is lewd, this is a protected place for your wildest fantasies to come true. the attention only encourages your orgasm, the teary red eyes of this stranger dragging you to the edge.

“need you to come on my face,” he grunts like a raging beast, lifting up on his knees to push yours by your head. 

he needs a better position, one to get right inside of you, have your orgasm stretch as long as possible. 

you mewl at the burn in your thighs, but it’s welcomed as his wet prodding tongue circles your clit again and again before sucking harshly. he’s created his own rhythm. a paw clutches at your breast as he grunts, ruby eyes staring at you for a reaction.

“we’ve got ourselves fans, katsuki,” you whisper to him and he can tell you are close, eyes fluttering, almost completely gone. 

he slips two fingers into you and pre from his cock leaks onto his chest at how wet you are. now, bakugou finally pays attention to all the eyes in the room with his mouth slick with you. the couple that were making out have pulled apart to stare at you. there’s a man running his fist up and down himself. there’s groups of people just watching, more coming in as his fingers pump in and out of you.

how the fuck has he gotten here? a new flush of heat floods him, pride at everyone seeing how well he treats you. that you’re moaning and wailing for him.

“you like everyone watchin’ you, huh? you want everyone to see how pretty you look when you come?”

you look delirious, biting down on your lip as you nod, trying to lock your knee around his neck to bring him back to you.

“yes. i want everyone to see me come because of you.”

he doesn’t understand a thing about right now, just that he needs to take you there. 

so he does, loud squelches of his fingers curling along your walls and his lips sucking your clit like he needs it for his survival. your orgasm rocks through you, bursts of come seeping from your hole and bakugou tries his best to keep it in his fingers, clicking around them and grunting when some spills. 

your body vibrates, legs tensing in the air as sweat gathers at your temples. you’re murmuring swears with whines and your grip on his head gets stronger to keep him there through your orgasm. 

there’s multiple other moans through the room, conversation about you and katsuki but it’s gone mute as white flashes your vision. once bakugou’s sure he’s lapped you all up, sucked you completely off his fingers, he kisses your stomach lightly, fixated on the empty pulsing between your legs. 

“you good? wasn’t too much?” he asks you as your chest falls and rises.

you can barely manage to lift yourself up so you take his hand, “loved it. i knew you’d be good with your mouth.”

you still notice the urgency in his eyes so you look over at his cock, about to reach for it.

“you both are hot. mind if i join?” a man with dark hair, toned. 

“no. fuck off,” bakugou snarls, lifting you up so you’re wrapped under an arm, tucked to his side. “you’re lucky we’re lettin’ you even watch.”

your smile blooms, awarding bakugou with kisses along his shoulder, a soft bite where his neck meets. “it’s your turn now, katsuki. need to take care of you before you pass out on me.”

you’re both sitting so intimately. you look exhausted after your orgasm and your skin is tacky with sweat against his. yet he holds you tight, skin to skin, your arms circling his neck.

“you don’t have to. i can sort this at home,” he doesn’t know why he says this. is he being polite? he’s now aware of the eyes around him. some people have dispersed since he stopped eating you out. others now just littered around the room.

“no,” you whine, a kiss on his jaw. he’s yet to kiss your lips. “i want to make you come. want to say thank you.”

your face is a few inches from his, hanging onto him like a koala. he’s committing this all to memory, the red printed 47 on your wrist. how your eyes are glassy like you owe him more than just an orgasm. how you gripped his hair once you noticed how many people were watching.

“can i kiss you?” his fingers run down your sides.

“so cute,” you whisper against his lips, sliding onto his open mouth and thrusting your tongue inside. 

the kiss is amazing, sexy. has your hips moving against his side without warning. you can feel his boost of confidence as he sucks on your tongue, tilting his head to get deeper down your throat. he bites down on your bottom lip, hating to be away from you for a second before his lips land on you again. he tastes like you and something sweet and it’s all effortless as he begins to push you back down onto the sofa, thick forearms by your head so he can begin to grind between your sensitive legs. 

bakugou doesn’t last long at all, he knows he wouldn’t be able to. as your legs wrap around his waist, all he wants is a pussy job. to feel you wet and soaked around his cock. but three thrusts from you with your tongue in his mouth and bakugou bursts all over your chest. his groan is incredible, has you clinging onto him in necessity.

it’s one jolt of come, then his face goes slack, grunts of “fuck, couldn’t stop myself.” hating how he couldn’t go on for longer, even though he’s been burning since he saw you.

“it’s okay baby, it’s all for me. i love that it’s all for me,” you say to him, working him through his weak thrusts as he’s unable to even kiss you, just transferring his hot breath into your mouth. another jolt and his seed pours. “you’re so sexy. i’ve missed you.”

that makes bakugou laugh, his come gathering in your tummy button, under your breasts and through the hair on your mound. “i’ve fuckin’ missed you too. where have you been?”

bakugou’s barely conscious as he lays beside you out of breath and out of any will to move.

“sorry, i know i’ve made a mess—,”

you tut, but you only mean it sweetly when he glances over at you, “stop apologising. there’s wipes and tissues under the chair.”

“that was so sexy, if you guys are ever looking for two more—,”

“no!” you and katsuki blurt, “we’re good.” 

as the girl walks away, bakugou sighs delightfully, reaching for the pack of wipes to clean up. 

“wait, wait,” you say, scooping up his come from your stomach on your finger and stuffing it in your mouth. 

bakugou stares with a slacked jaw, reaching over to kiss the corner of your lips as you swallow.

“are you gonna let me see you again? maybe out of here?”

you cock your head to the side as he wipes over your stomach, then your thighs. 

you take longer than needed to reply, enough time for bakugou to mumble, “please?”

“what the fuck!? there you are!” kirishima bustles in, stomping over with kaminari behind him still looking heartbroken but now considerably more interested in whatever's just gone down. “no way, kacchan? seriously?”

kirishima’s eyes flicker over you still laying on the sofa as bakugou wipes you down, very obvious about everything that’s happened.

“good for you man,” he says solemnly, slapping his hand on bakugou’s shoulder.

“kacchan?” you ask.

“short for katsuki,” he says into your hair and there’s something inside you that bursts in delight that he trusted you with his actual name. 

“this is yn,” he blurts, knocking his head with yours. the fuck is he supposed to do, caught just having sex in a sex club with a beautiful woman by his two friends, “she’s sweet.”

kaminari laughs wetly, “course she is. how did he find someone and i lost someone. the love of my life.”

“sorry about him. still distraught. i found him asleep upstairs—,”

“then i woke up to him sucking off this guy—,”

“shut up,” kirishima whines.

“was it that same guy we saw when we walked in?” bakugou asks and he’s met with a slow nod, that becomes a small smile in remembrance.

the dynamic of katsuki and his friends wasn’t what you expecting. you weren’t sure what you were expecting really, but it wasn’t this. light laughter between them both, all three of them jacked and muscled like they have the same hobbies.

“anyway we’re heading out now, you coming with kacchan? or you wanna stay with yn here?”

bakugou looks to you. he wants to be anywhere you are. maybe do more with you, talk to you. find out what you do for work, your dreams, your family. he wants to touch you in his bedroom, without a crowd.

“i’ll meet you at the cloakroom in fifteen.” 

with two waves to you, you look over at bakugou with a pout. “you’re leaving?”

“you can come with me? this isn’t my thing,” he looks around the room, “not at all. but i wanna spend more time with you. maybe outta here?” 

it’s the same nervousness from earlier but instead of coming out jumpy, he’s unable to make eye contact, hands unable to leave your thighs. 

“okay… i’ll say goodbye to a few people and meet you outside?”

bakugou doesn’t hide his shock at you agreeing. he was expecting push back, this being a once in a lifetime situation where he meets the most beautiful girl of his dreams and never again. but you rise to your feet, taking his hand like you’re helping him up.

on your tiptoes, you kiss his cheek, “i’ll be quick okay?”

he shakes his head, “take your time.”

with kirishima and kaminari clothed an seated at the front of the car, bakugou sighs for the fifth time.

“it’s been ten minutes bro, she said she will come, she’s coming,” kaminari says through the window, his eyes closed. “you won’t be let down. not like i was.”

bakugou stands leaning with his arms crossed against the car, kicking a rock.

“maybe she doesn’t notice you without your dick out,” kirishima laughs, which only makes kaminari laugh too.

“fuck off, we all had our dicks out—,”

“you know you’ve got glitter on your neck?”

“sorry for taking so long, they couldn’t find my clothes!”

you look completely different yet completely the same, under the harsh yellow streetlight compared to the fuzzy purple haze from the club. you look real, beautiful, in reach for him to kiss with a clear head. and clothed, you’re adorable. dressed nothing like the minx that enjoys having an audience when she orgasms.

you’ve got a fluffy striped jumper on and baggy denim blue jeans with your bag over your shoulder. you look like you’re dressed to do a food shop, a student going to university. fuck… he cannot even wrap his head around the fact he came over your chest a mere half an hour ago.

“you look adorable,” he blurts and you give him a grin, stuffing your hand in his face. 

“shut up katsuki, that’s my word for you,” though he only grabs your wrist, kissing the faintly stamped 47. 

he continues holding it when you peep your head to the open window to his friends. “thanks for dropping me off guys!”

“no problem!”

bakugou opens the back door for you, “d’you wanna come back to mine?”

he asks before you get in and like before, there’s an extra second pause. then, “are you going to tell me what you do for work?”

“he’s a pro hero, we all are,” kaminari groans, his hangover settling in as well as his urge to go home.

your eyes widen, your hand back on his chest like feeling him will reveal the truth. he’s now coated in a plain black tshirt. “oh wow.”

“guys we really can be horny in the car instead of outside. get in.” kirishima says and it’s a quick scramble of you sliding in and then bakugou after.

it’s inevitable, an attempt to be appropriate but straying from it at every corner.

another kiss shared in the backseat between you saying how many siblings you have, bakugou gripping your thigh as he says where he grew up. kaminari sharing an embarrassing tidbit about bakugou growing up and bakugou threatening to snap his neck. then the blonde apologises to you for saying that while kaminari whines in the background. 

when kirishima drops you and bakugou outside of his skyrise apartment the only thing you can think to say is, “you’re a really good friend.”

bakugou huffs a laugh, slinging his arm around your shoulders, “not really. i was eatin’ you out when i shoulda been lookin’ for him.”

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just from watching him around his family, you could tell pope liked to be needed. even when it was just the two of you, he was so gentle, so ready to listen to your words. even a small request would have him at your door in a heartbeat. he always went above and beyond for you, even if the two of you weren’t exactly a couple. you both… understood each other. that understanding made pope open up more little by little.

you first tested it out on a monday morning.

lena was sat at the counter, enjoying a small stack of pancakes you had whipped up. around a month ago, you’d began staying over more. with both baz and cath gone, you knew that pope needed a little help. it was the least you could do.

you stood by the stove, pouring more pancake mix into the pan. nowadays you spent almost every morning together, whether you stayed the night or not. by the time the pancakes were done, pope had rounded the corner like clockwork. lena had almost finished her stack, sipping a small glass of orange juice. she was completely consumed by the cartoons on the tv, a small pleasure you gave her before she had to leave for school.

“s’not good to watch cartoons so early.” pope muttered, mainly to you rather than lena. he stood parallel to you, his eyes shifting from the little girl, to you. he silently studied the furrow of your brow as you managed to flip the last pancake.

“It’s fine, a little pbs isn’t going to kill her, pope.”

pope only shrugged, leaning against the counter as you readied up a plate. he liked having you here. everything felt less empty when you were around. despite his necessity for organization and cleanliness, he liked how you just existed. he eyed the mess of your bags and strung about shirts on the couch. it was your domain as of late. most times he’d walk through the door and find you already asleep. he’d watch you for a bit. watch the steady thump of your pulse against your neck, or the subtle twitch in your hand when he knew you were dreaming.

he wanted to make sure you were safe. that you were comfortable.

you caught on to that quickly enough.

you handed pope a plate, done just the way he liked. the plate warm against your palm as you surveyed him. His hair was slightly damp from his shower, the auburn curls sticking to the back of his freckled neck.

pope turned his attention back to you, ready to take the plate before you pulled it back. his hand grabbed the air before quickly falling back down. he looked at you, a slight quirk in his eyebrow. he reached for the plate again, you tutted.

“say please.” you gave him a coy look. pope’s eyes dropped from your face, to the pancakes, then rose back to your face. he hadn’t caught on yet.

“please?” he mumbled. since when did he have to say please?

“what was that?” you teased, cupping your ear to hear him better.

“please.” he said, this time with more clarity. His eyes stayed trained on you. he felt like he had missed something.

you nodded, handing him the plate. “that’s what i like to hear.” you smirked at him, readying your own plate.

pope stood there for a few more seconds before sitting down at the counter. he watched your figure move about as you made your breakfast. why had you done that? a thousand questions spun in pope’s mind. teasing wasn’t an irregularity from you, especially in the morning. however, this carried more weight to it. he was so used to smurf and her condescending warnings, the way she’d call him baby while daring him to cross her again.

he’d done something wrong.

that had to be it.

why else would you ask him to say please?

maybe you felt unappreciated. with all the jobs pope pulled, it was mostly you and lena here together. lena loved you, you were able to connect easily with her.

the thought only made pope’s guilt stir further. he wanted to make you feel special, to feel supported. he tried to recall all the times you’d made him something to eat. sure he never asked you to, but it was the thought that counted wasn’t it?

he’d do better, for your sake.

you tested it out again around a week later.

pope kept the door open as lena walked into the house. he watched as she went into her room, presumably shrugging off her backpack after a long day at school.

“pope? can you come here for a second?” you yelled from the bathroom.

the shower head had been leaking recently. normally you’d have brushed it off if it was in your own home, but you knew pope liked having something to do. something to fix.

pope was in there a second after you finished your sentence.

“yeah?” he looked around, wondering for a split second if you were hurt. he gave you a once over, checking for any sign of injury. once he’d reasoned that you were fine, he let himself relax.

“The shower head’s been leaking, do you think that you could fix it? could you do that for me, please?”

pope glanced up at the nozzle, he watched it steadily drip. he slowly looked back at you, wordlessly nodding. your phrasing had made him feel warm, and pliant.

“i’ll have to grab my tools, they’re at smurf’s.”

you smiled, gently rubbing his bicep.

“thank you, you’re so sweet.” you slipped past him then, letting your hand linger before leaving the room.

pope watched you go, his skin prickling at the residual sensation of your grasp. he liked it when you touched him, it usually meant he’d done something right.

“no problem…” he muttered, buffering for a moment before getting to business.

from then on, pope made an effort to be better. he constantly said his please and thank you’s, he helped you clean, helped with whatever you asked him to.

in return he’d get validation. whether it be verbal, physical, or emotional.

you’d tell him how he did such a great job, or how you were proud of him. you’d rub his back, his shoulder, his arm, occasionally giving it a little squeeze. your praise rain straight to his cock, his whole body warming as if on command. it felt good knowing he’d done well for you. he knew he’d do it over and over again just to get that sweet look in your eye.

you knew your affect on him. pope was so gentle with you, if was only fair you treat him the same way. at a glance it might’ve seemed a bit exploitative. but truly, you knew pope liked to be useful. if it made him feel good, it made you feel good.

plus there was that odd time when you heard him jacking off after you’d called him your little helper.

you had him wrapped around your finger, and pope loved it.

he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t harder than ever before, watching the same girl he’d fuck into mattress missionary-style while hiding her face with a pillow on top of him right now.

“tryna’ be a big girl, huh?” he teases with a grin, flashing one of his canines as he reaches a hand underneath you — dwarfing your hand that’s holding the base of his length as he wraps his hand over yours.

“gotta lift those hips up a bit more.” he rasps low and gruff, giving your ass a soft tap with his free hand. “yeah— that’s it, baby.” he praises as you raise your hips while he positions himself in a way that’ll make it easier for him to ease in. “and, juuusttt like that.” he drags out the vowel as he guides your hips down before you’re pushing his hands away from your hips.

your palms pressed flat against his chest, trying to find an equilibrium of balance while tucking your under his thighs. “oh? guess you know what you’re doing, yeah?” his eyebrows raise, and the corner of his eyes wrinkle once he lets out an amused chuckle.

a warm buzzing feeling runs through your body when you nod your head. your lips pursed together as you slowly allow yourself to sink further down into jack’s lap — such an overwhelming stretch, feeling the way he stuffs you full almost immediately as the head of his dick nudges against the hilt.

“oh—f-fuck ..” a moan escapes your throat, before catching your bottom lip in-between your teeth in attempt to stifle the sounds you’re making. you lift your hips, your walls involuntarily squeezing around jack’s length as you drop your ass against his pelvis with a broken moan.

you’re raising your hips again, finding that perfect rhythm as you drop right against that sweet spot inside of you over and over again. completely conscious of how sloppy and inexperienced your bouncing may be, but it feels too good to stop.

“mmh, jack.” you whimper, lashes fluttering open when he doesn’t respond because he’s usually vocal and praising you.

your movement comes to a slow halt once you realize that his eyes are already on you — feeling the embarrassment kick in once you see how his eyes drag from your face, down to place where you two are connected making your tummy folds.

the way he’s just lying there, hands rested alongside your ankles, fixated on you fucking yourself dumb on his cock like an animal in heat. his jaw locked tight, letting out guttural groans that sound closer to growls as he restrains himself from doing things his way.

“stop looking at me like thaat.” you dragged, averting your gaze somewhere else because you’re too shy to hold eye contact. breaking jack out of his trance, “lookin’ at you like what, baby?” his eyes are low, pupils blown wide unable to control his aching lust as he twitches inside you. “like that, stop!” your eyes flicker elsewhere — reaching your arms out, an the last thing jack’s seeing is that pretty pout displayed on your lips as your hands close in near his face.

your palms press above his nose, covering his eyes. “hmm.. this your solution, yeah?” jack’s lashes flutter against your palms with a big grin plastered across his face, he loves when you get like this. too shy to let him watch you bounce on him, yet there you are. picking back up from where you left off as if he hadn’t already seen you before.

“y-yes.” you moan in response, rocking your body back and forth against jack — trying to find back your rhythm, though failing miserably while losing balance. “what’s the matter, hun’? having trouble?” he asks, feeling your staggered movements about his hands slide up your forearms, down to hold at your wrists until you’re pulling away and pushing his hands towards his face instead.

“keep your hands right there.” you instruct, halting your movements ensuring that he’s actually listening before continuing. your hands finding its place against jack’s chest, stabilizing your position — feeling jack’s diaphragm vibrate against your palms as he lets out a low groan. “s—shit.” he curses underneath his breath. “you’re gonna be the end of me, y’know that?” he murmurs, gravely tone slick in lust.

you can barely respond. not when his cock’s stuffing you full, nuzzling perfect against that sweet spot inside of you. “mmph, j—just keep your eyes… off me.” you pant, feeling every inch graze your sensitive walls.

“whatever you say, sweetheart.” the words came out gruff as jack tosses his head back, throwing an arm over his eyes to keep them covered — deciding to indulge in your cute, yet silly request even if he’d already seen every inch of your body seconds ago.

and as impractical as your request could get. it didn’t change the fact that his vision was capped, voluntarily granting your wishes with you on top, riding him as if there were no tomorrow.