brayy

you should've never let yourself get dragged to this stupid party. it's how you ended up on the back steps of some frat guy's house, cold, tipsy and alone.

you came with your friend who was just trying to do you a deed and get you out of your dorm for once. but of course, she ended up disappearing not even halfway through; started grinding on some guy that, in your opinion, wasn't even cute.

    annoying, but what could you do about it? she was your ride home.

    irritated and buzzed, you figure the fresh air might help. it's hot out and the breeze is cool, doing a good job of sobering you up. but just when you start to get comfortable, the door behind you creaks open.

you don't glance back, assuming it's just another drunk partygoer who came to piss in the bushes because the actual bathroom line was 'too long'.

    but instead you're met with a low, raspy voice that sounds strangely familiar.

    "shit-...didn't think anyone would be out here." he mumbles under his breath.

    but he doesn't go back inside. instead he lingers before sitting beside you. not close, but not far. just kinda there. he's quiet, then you hear him again. "uh...you good?"

    yeah. you know that voice.

   it's choso. aka, everyone and their mom's plug. aka, the man you've been eyeing for weeks after getting recommendations from literally everyone.

though, you have to admit, he's kinda...shy, for a drug dealer. you don't necessarily hate it.

    you snap out of your thoughts and answer him. "uh-...yeah. 'm fine." you mumble, clearer now.

    choso's brow raises suspiciously, silvery piercing twitching at the movement. he didn't believe that. he'd seen you around a couple times with that girl, but now you were all alone. he can’t help but ask.

    "you sure? where's your friend?" his voice is curious rather than mocking.

you sigh at the mere mention of her. "she ran off with some guy." you grumble.

he scoffs lightly, shaking his head. "hm. some shitty friend." he mumbles, more to himself than to you.

but his tone shifts, replaced by something lighter. "glad she's gone though. 'been wanting to talk to you." he extends a large, pale hand. "choso."

    you glance between his hand and those dark, hazy eyes, and you can tell he's already on another planet. you can't help the tiny chuckle that leaves you as you dap him up. "y/n." you reply, head tilting as you finally ask, "you're that plug, right? i've heard about you."

    "mhm," he hums, nodding. he wasn't ashamed of it. it was his whole identity on campus now. then he pauses, glancing over at you. "...why, you needed some shit?" he asks, just guessing.

you freeze a bit at the question. "um..." you hesitate. but you're bored and lonely, and getting fucked up sounds heavenly right now.

he doesn't wait for your answer. he digs in his pocket, pulling out three small baggies. one with a bunch of random pills, one with edibles, and one with thick nuggets of weed.

"your pick," he hums, holding them out to you.

you blink, eyes going wide. you'd heard he had everything, but seeing it for yourself was something else. you swallow hard, asking sheepishly. "...isn't that like, um, illegal?"

he shrugs, completely casual. "feels like it."

you hesitate. but before you can overthink too much, he cuts you off. his expression is softer now, like he understands. "relax. nothing's gonna happen. i gotchu." he states, voice rough but surprisingly reassuring.

and despite yourself, you believe him.

you sigh, mumbling a reluctant "okay" under your breath. his lips tug into a subtle smile, satisfied. he waves the tiny bags in your face, encouraging. you roll your eyes, but break a smile anyway.

you reach, grabbing the bag with weed in it. safe pick. he nods.

    "good choice. it's a fresh batch. premium shit." he states, already pulling out a paper and tucking the other bags away.

you pull your legs close, head resting on your knees as you watch him carefully. he moves with practiced ease as he rolls up, licking the paper to seal it. he pulls out a lighter, and you watch it flick to life as he burns the end. when he's done he holds it out to you like a peace offering. "there."

you hum in a silent thanks, taking it from him. your fingers graze his, the warmth sending sparks through your skin.

you stare at the joint between your fingers before finally raising it and taking a long, slow drag.

choso watches you closely, eyes low and observant. and before you can exhale, his voice cuts through the soft silence.

"hold it, pretty."

your heart stutters a bit at the endearment. you obey without thinking, letting the warmth settle in your lungs. he hums approvingly. "exhale." and you do.

    a thick cloud of smoke comes with it, lingering in the air before dragging away with the wind. at first, you don't feel anything. you glance up at him, confused.

    "premium my ass." you mutter, teasing.

    he simply raises an eyebrow, barley hiding his amusement.

one second. then two. nothing.

then a whole coughing fit.

the smoke punches your lungs and you double over, clutching your stomach as you hack and sputter. choso turns away quickly, covering his mouth to hide a laugh.

your head snaps over at the sound of his muffled giggles, watery eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"sh-hhut uhp!!!" you manage to stammer out between wheezes.

but your barking only amused him further, evident in how he was now snickering into his palm. he flinches when you start to playfully smack his shoulder. it doesn't hurt at all. he's just being dramatic.

"easy, easy!!" he chuckles, swatting your hand away gently. "i told you. pre.mi.um."

you roll your eyes, scoffing under your breath. "whatever." you mutter, passing to him.

he happily takes and puffs, smiling the entire time just to mess with you. when he finally exhales, the smoke curls around his face. you can't help but notice how hot he looks like that.

he notices you staring. of course he does. but he decides not to call you out on it. instead he makes himself comfortable, leaning back on his hands. he looks at you sideways as he asks,

"you want an eddie too? shit'll make you see colors that don't exist." he offers.

you hesitate, but something in your head goes 'fuck it'. and you nod. "sure."

he nods back, digging in his pocket for one of those tiny bags. he finds the one with colorful gummies in it, picking out two. he chucks one in his mouth despite already having had one earlier and hands the other to you.

you pop it in your mouth and chew slowly, brows furrowing. "it tastes like those peach rings." you blurt, causing him to chuckle under his breath.

"mm. kinda does, huh?" he asks, already knowing.

    you nod, swallowing. at first, you don't feel much. you even keep passing around the joint, taking a few more puffs just for the fun of it. he makes no effort to stop you.

    but it doesn't take long for it to kick in. it’s only about ten minutes before your head starts feeling fuzzy, vision warping, and body practically buzzing. the weed was starting to settle too, making everything feel softer and lighter.

    "shit..." you breathe, managing to lift your heavy head just enough to glance over at choso. he's absolutely gone.

    his eyes are pink and barley open, lips parted as he breathes manually—like he's forgotten how to do it naturally. not to mention the way he's staring off into space like he's trying to dissect air molecules.

    you raise a brow, a lazy grin slowly spreading on your face. "cho, you're baked." you giggle out, to which he simply smiles back. doesn't even question the nickname you'd gave him.

    "so are you." he mutters.

    "maybe." you huff.

    he chuckles. for a moment both of you are quiet, until he hears you groan beside him. he glances over to see your head tipped forward, eyes shut and breathing heavy. he's not sure if he should laugh or be concerned.

    "oh-…you okay?" he asks, voice all lazy and slurred.

    "uh-huh." you mumble, words blending together as you start to feel it in your bones.

    he hums sarcastically, clearly not believing you. his lips twitch into an amused little smirk as he asks. "you fallin' asleep on me?"

    "nuh-uh." you murmur. a lie. he knows.

    "right," he huffs.

    without thinking he reaches out, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you in. you grumble, feeling entirely too heavy. but you curl into his side anyway, and he nods approvingly. "there...jus' lean on me."

    you don't hesitate. can't bring yourself to. you're acutely aware of the fact that you two basically just met an hour ago, but you don't care. he's cozy, and now that your arms had wrapped themselves around his neck you don't want to let go.

    you snuggle closer, voice muffled against him. "feels...good. 'm just...'m gonna lay here, 'kay? gunna lay down..." you ramble, mind fried.

    he smiles at how utterly out of it you are. honestly, it's cute. the look in his half-lidded eyes is almost fond as he responds, "yeah?" causing you to nod sleepily.

    choso nods back, other arm wrapping around you as well. and then with no warning at all he stands, lifting you along with him.

you don't realize what's happening until your feet are already off the ground. when it hits you let out a surprised little squeal, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as you gasp dramatically. "oh my god, 'm floating!"

    "am i floating???" you ask, to which he just snickers and shakes his head. "nah, 'm just carrying you." he explains.

you hum in response, nuzzling into his neck as you ask. "carryin' me wheree? where we goin'??" you slur, limp against him.

he doesn't answer. not yet. he just holds your lax body up with ease, one hand on your back and the other gripping your thigh. he kicks the door open with his foot, and the party inside that you'd forgotten about hits you like a brick to the face.

flashing lights, people everywhere, and music with bass so loud you swore it was vibrating through your veins. you groan, hiding your face in his neck like you want to crawl under his skin.

he feels it too. hell, his damn eyes are barley even open as he carries you through the crowd. his arms tighten as he rubs your back soothingly, voice barley audible over the people singing and yelling. "i know, i know..." he coos, before finally answering your question. "we're going to my room so you can sleep this off, yeah?"

you nod into his shoulder and he hums approvingly. some of his friends are eyeing him curiously, whispering confused murmurs that he's too geeked to even notice. he's too focused on getting back to his room without stumbling over his own feet.

when he finally makes it he nudges the door open and sets you on the bed, the mattress giving a little bounce that makes you giggle.

he smiles at the sound, clicking the door shut behind him. the room is instantly enveloped in silence, the raging party outside now nothing but a distant memory.

    you sprawl out over his bed like a starfish, much more comfortable without all the noise. not to mention that his room is surprisingly clean for a frat guy; no clothes on the floor, no open food lying around, none of that. smells good, too. like musky cologne and something else you can't quite put your finger on.

whatever it is, you like it. it's obvious in the way you're buried face-first in his pillows and mumbling about how they feel like clouds. he leans against the wall, head tilting as he watches you cuddle into his shit like it's your own. his voice is hoarse but soft when he murmurs, "comfy?"

   you nod, lifting to glance back at him. "uh-huh." you mumble, smiling at him stupidly. you roll over, sitting up clumsily. you kick off your heels, letting them land with a careless thud before turning back to him. "you're so far..." you pout, arms opening invitingly. "come lay with me, cho."

    he raises an eyebrow at your clinginess. usually he keeps his distance from his customers, but he can't deny you when you're all cozy and adorable. he toes off his shoes and saunters over. "m coming, 'm coming." he mutters, though it looks like he's moving through water with how slow he's going.

the second he's close enough you're reaching. you practically tackle him to the bed, and he hits the mattress with a soft grunt. but the sound fades into a low chuckle as his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his side.

    you waste no time in cuddling up to him, practically crawling up his body. before you know it you're splayed over him, leg between his and head on his chest like you're hugging a tree.

meanwhile he’s staring at the ceiling, eyes heavy and heart hammering against his ribs. he wasn’t sure what he thought would happen when he went out for a smoke break. this sure as hell wasn’t it. because now he's getting hard at just the feel of you pressed against him, and he's not sure how long he can ignore it.

he shouldn't be feeling this and he knows it. for gods sake, you two just met. but, fuck. it doesn't help that the high is making everything feel more intense. he can’t focus.

his hands hover, not sure if he should even hold you. but when you huff and snuggle closer like a desperate little thing, he can't help it. he gives in under no pressure, hand moving to the small of your back while the other rests behind his head.

    you hum happily, smiling into his shirt. his thick thigh is pressing gently against you through the fabric of your tiny dress, rubbing against you a little too perfectly. you can't help but want more. you curl closer, a needy little noise leaving your lips.

    he swore, you were gonna be the end of him.

    his jaw clenches, letting out a shaky sigh. you move again, and his voice is gentle but tight with restraint when he manages to speak.

"easy, pretty girl. where u going?" he asks, grip tightening just enough to keep you from squirming again.

you reluctantly go still, looking up at him with a little pout as you grumble. "just tryna be closer t'you." you admit, weed reducing you to honesty.

you shift, head lifting just enough to peek up at him. his head turns lazily, meeting your gaze with soft, dark eyes that make you melt.

you sluggishly reach up, hands planting soft and heavy on his face. you cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing over his skin.

for a long moment the two of you are just staring, taking eachother in. but he's the first to break, dopey smile tugging at his lips when he asks, "why you lookin' at me like that...?" he almost sounds nervous.

your eyes drift down to his lips, watching them move in what appears to be slow motion. theyre soft and pink, and you can't help but wonder what they'd feel like on yours.

"nuthinnn, just..." you trail off, fascinated by the slope of his nose under your fingertips. it's unreal. you regain focus, mumbling under your breath. "...you're s'pretty..."

he blinks slowly, words foreign to his ears. "pretty...?" he echoes, like he doesn't understand. you give a slow, sure nod. "not hot or like, fine?" he questions. that's what most girls around here called him, anyway.

you tilt your head thoughtfully, eyes studying his face like you're searching for something new. finding nothing, you give a little shake of your head. "uh-uh. you're pretty, cho."

he quirks an eyebrow at you. 'pretty' is new. but honestly, he doesn't hate it. he just shrugs, running a lazy hand through your hair before letting it settle back on your hip.

    "alright..." he huffs, shaking his head in a mix of amusement and disbelief before adding. "just...stay still? you're moving a lot..." he scolds gently.

    your lips pull into a small frown. you knew he was right; you were being a bit restless. but you couldn't help it. you couldn't explain why, either. your head just feels all velvety, and you want need to be all over him. "do i haveee to?"

he sighs, already soft features easing even more. he wants badly to just give in. let you do whatever you want. but the more sensible side of him took over, giving a firm nod. he doesn't want you doing something you'll regret the next morning. "mhm, you do."

your frown shifts into a full pout. "whyyy...?" you whine while shifting closer, hips rolling just a little.

his breath catches quietly at the friction.

fuck, he can't handle this.

his other hand meets your hip as well, holding you firmly in place as he answers you.

"cause. you're grindin' on me like you want something. chill." he murmurs, voice gruff but nowhere near unkind. just strained.

you freeze slightly when he holds you still, having not even realized what you were doing until he called you out on it. but you're stuck in that body high that makes everything feel softer and more intimate, and you just don't want it to end.

"and what if i do want something...? then what?" you retort gently, voice dropping an octave.

    his breath hitches slightly at the implication. he swallows hard, cheeks going flush. "then i'd tell you to to quit teasing and hit me up when you're sober." he mumbles.

you sigh instantly, eyes rolling. "but that'll take so longggg..." you grumble before going quiet; zoning out.

he's so out of it he hardly notices you drifting. when he does he taps your thigh gently, catching your attention. you glance up, eyes meeting his as you murmur, "don't wann' wait..."

    he sighs, exasperated. he wanted to keep his word. you were geeked out of your mind, and he didn't want you to regret this in the morning. but that cute little pout on your face was so hard to resist, especially with how he was so painfully straining against his sweats.

one hand lazily moves to your chin to steady you. making sure you're actually focused when he asks,

"y'sure? not gonna regret this later?" he asks, suddenly sounding very sober. or trying to, at least.

you don't even have to think about it. you nod instantly, leaning into his touch with the same desperation as a touch starved puppy. "i'm sure."

you shift, throwing your leg over his lap to straddle him. you hear his breath hitch as your hips meet and it only urges you on. you bury your face in his neck, lips grazing his skin as you murmur. "i want you..."

    he lets out a slow, shaky exhale, muttering a soft, "fuck" under his breath. his hands wander down to your waist, thumbs brushing soothingly against your tummy through the silk of your dress.

     you let out a soft little sigh, going completely plaint under his touch. your lips press right under his jawline, just enough to feel him shiver. but it's not long before they grow more heated, sloppy kisses turning into little nips.

the sound he makes is a little too close to a whimper.

you peel away, looking up at him with a gaze that's equal parts dazed and amused. you let out a sleepy little giggle as you tease,

"you're so sensitive, cho."

he can't even deny it. he just pulls you close, mumbling defeatedly. "can't help it."

"mmm, yeah?" you hum, head dipping to suck a mark right above his Adam's apple.

choso let's out a pathetic little whine as he nods, head falling back against the plush pillows. you nod back, utterly satisfied.

you were so lost in him you didn't even notice the way your hips were moving again. not until his hands began guiding you against his dick.

you freeze a little when you feel just how worked up he is. he's quick to reassure you, voice low and breathless as he guides your hips. "don't stop, baby. please."

and you can't stop. not when he sounds so beautifully wrecked.

you keep going, hips rolling without a single care to how your dress rose dangerously with each needy rock. but choso was acutely aware of the exposure.

he feels like a total pervert watching the fabric slide higher and higher, revealing the curve of your ass. but when it slips and your cute little panties peek out his he freezes, folding on the spot.

your lips hover above his, head tilting curiously. "what's wrong?" you ask, words slurring softly.

he can't help it. he closes the distance, eyes fluttering as his lips capture yours messily. you melt, kissing him back with a soft moan. his voice is muffled against your lips when he manages to speak.

"i...t-they're pink," he stammers, causing you to raise a brow. to think that this was the same stoic, reserved plug was insane. but honestly, you love it.

    your hand raises, thumb brushing over his now-swollen lips with lazy motivation. "what's pink?" you ask, brows furrowed.

    his pale cheeks are flush, ears bright red as he looks up at you with barley open eyes. for the first time tonight, he looked actually nervous. overwhelmed, even. his fingers tap hesitantly against your back before finally spitting it out.

    "your um-...your thong. its pink."

    your grinding falters, glancing down to where your tiny dress had hiked up to your ribs. you shift sheepishly at the sight of your pink, lacy panties on full display. "ugh, that's so embarrassing..." you grumble.

but he's smiling, clearly enjoying the sight. especially the little glimpse he got of the growing wet patch. he shakes his head. "s not embarrassing. it's cute."

    you blink, looking up at him with unfocused, bashful eyes. "you think...?"

    he nods, reaching down to gently flick at the little bow at the front that tied it all together. "adorable." he hums under his breath.

    you let out a surprised little laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

    then, you get an idea. a really fucking good idea.

    you pull away, eyes sparkling with excitement. his head tilts, slow and curious. you don't hesitate.

    "waittt...you have a tongue piercing, right?" you ask. he nods suspiciously, wondering what you're getting at. but it clicks, and he shakes his head while a bashful, dirty smile forms on his face.

    "no..." he murmurs, but you're already nodding eagerly.

    "cmonnn, cho. pleaseee?" you whine, "...don't let the high go to waste." you whisper, feeling him shiver beneath you.

    he gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look back up at him. "don't let the high go to waste?" he repeats, flush spreading on his cheeks when you nod. "you...want me to use my jewelry on your...?"

    you don't answer. you just give him this needy look while dragging him to lay down with you.

    he doesn't hesitate to follow, settling between your thighs. he lifts your legs, placing them on his shoulders. you pull your dress up until it rests under your tits, watching him with low eyes.

    he gives you a lazy, sheepish little smile before leaning down. he presses soft little kisses all over your tummy, occasionally pausing to trace the metal across your skin—getting you used to the cold feel.

you shiver, breath catching when he finally reaches your center. kissing right over the wet surface.

"mmmgh," he moans, sounding straight up lewd. his neglected cock twitches in his pants, eyes fluttering as he sucks the sweet juices from the fabric.

    you whimper, feeling the ball roll over your puffy clit through your panties. your hand instinctively roams down, fingers tangling in his dark strands to pull him deeper.

    he lets you guide him, happily buried in that pretty lace. his hand, once holding your hip was now pawing at your waistband, tugging desperately.

    "n-need to taste you, baby. want them off," he pants.

    you don't hesitate, already squirming to help him get them off but he holds you still. your brows raises, confused. but you're absolutely dumbfounded to see that he's hooked his teeth in the elastic, tugging them down your thighs. you watch with wide eyes, swallowing hard.

he tosses them aside carelessly, wasting absolutely no time in delving in your cunt. his nose nudges between your folds while he laps at the wetness.

    "mmh...s'fuckin' good, baby." he murmurs.

"c-cho...feels s'good," you whine,

"yeah? good?" he asks while peeking up at you, seeking approval. praise. anything. he teases his tongue in and out of your hole and you nod eagerly, head falling back against the pillow. "this feel good, too..?" he drags his tongue up your slit and swirls the smooth pearl around your sensitive nub.

"fuck—yes!!" you squeak, back arching off the bed. his hands rest heavy on your thighs, keeping you open while you cry.

his hand moves, slipping a long finger inside. he slides in with ease, your body all lax and cozy from the weed and whatever else.

"oh-...god, you're so tight..." he hiccups, feeling you squeeze around his finger. imagining you around his dick has him grinding against the mattress, desperately chasing friction.

    he adds another finger, curling them against that spongey spot that makes you gasp. "f-fuck...right there,"

your praise only urges him on, heavy eyes fluttering shut as he sucks. wet, slurping sounds bounce off the walls, making him twitch and leak.

your grip tightens on his hair, whines spilling from your lips. warmth coils in your tummy, the intensity of the high making your head spin. "mmph, 'm gunna…gunna cum," you whimper,

he buries himself deeper, moaning. "give it to me, baby...need it, need it so bad..." he babbles, hips bucking against the sheets. and when your eyes roll back, gushing on his fingers with a broken wail of his name, he can't help it. he spills in his pants, ruining them completely while he fucks you through it.

he collapses onto you, heavy breaths combining. you're trembling beneath him, inevitably noticing how damp his sweats were.

"you made a mess, cho'..." he nods and sighs, frowning at the uncomfortable warmth.

"'ts sticky..." he grumbles while resting his head on your thighs, reduced to a shaky, dazed mess.

    you run your fingers through his hair, eyes soft and hazy. "need me t'clean you up..?"

    his eyes flicker open, brows knitting together in the most needy look as he nods. "yes..."

    "yes...what?" you prompt. the word was right on the tip of his tongue and you wanted to hear it.

    he hesitates, ears burning red. it tumbles out of his lips anyway, mumbled and pathetic. "y...yes, mommy..."

    a lopsided, lazy smirk grows on your face as you nod. "mhm.." you hum, already pulling out from underneath him. you settle between his legs, peeling away the soaked fabric of his boxers and sweats. they cling before snapping away, thrown aside carelessly.

    his dick springs out, hitting his clothed stomach with a wet smack. he's thick and veiny, already half hard again. he watches you through his lashes.

    you reach up, thumb brushing over his kiss-swollen lips. "so cute," you murmur, other hand moving to discard his shirt.

    he helps you, shimmying out of it before guiding you down. "c'mere..." he practically begs.

    you don't hesitate, red eyes peeking up at him while you kiss his flushed tip. one hand finds his base, stroking lazily.

    you lick up the side before finally taking him in, warm mouth sucking softly. he shivers hard, hand flying to your hair while he gasps. "m-mmhh...!"

    you just hum happily, slurping at the salty-sweet cum that'd coated his shaft. you pull back, tongue swirling around the tip. he whimpers, hips jerking. "d-don't tease..." he guides you back down, tugging softly. "you can take more, right...?"

    you nod obediently, already sucking him back down. you take him deeper, not stopping until you gag. his thighs tense, head falling back against the pillows. "f-fuck..!!"

    you smooth your hands over his thighs, only making him squirm under you. and when he starts to twitch in your mouth, whimpering about how he's gonna cum, you pull off.

    he blinks, tight grip loosening in your hair. he glances down at you, lip jutting out in a disappointed pout. "why'd you stop...?" he mumbles, twitching at the sight of your spit-covered lips.

    but you're already moving, crawling to his lap to straddle him. "i wanna ride you..." you murmur, and fuck if he doesn't want that too.

    he grabs your waist, helping you settle. your dress was barley hanging on, tits spilling out. his mouth goes dry, eyes never leaving them.

    "damn..." he whispers, already tugging the fabric over your head. he throws it aside, wasting no time in capturing a mound in his mouth.

    "mm..." you sigh, head tipping back. he moans around you, sucking while the other hand teases at your sensitive nip. he pulls off with a wet pop while guiding his length to your fluttering hole. his eyes flick up to yours, shy but steady.

    "k-know it's a lot...jus' breathe, baby." he murmurs. you nod, lip caught between your teeth. he eases in slowly, listening to your breath hitch at the stretch. his free hand moves to the small of your back, helping you sink down the rest of the way.

    your hips meet and you whine, feeling him all the way in your tummy. "'m so full...' you whimper, clenching around him desperately.

    he gasps, grip tightening hard enough to bruise. "oh-...fuck..." he mewls, completely overwhelmed.

    you bury your face in the crook of his neck, panting against his skin. he guides you to move, hips already twitching. "p-please...can't wait anymore..." he whimpers.

    you roll against him—just once, and it's enough to make you both moan.

    before you know it you're bouncing on it, wet plaps ringing out as your thighs hit the disgusting mix of your arousal.

    he's a mess, whining and squirming beneath you. his hands are everywhere, groping and pulling you against him while he whimpers. "ohmygod-...just like that, baby...don't you dare stop,"

    "f-feels so good..." you moan into his neck, grinding in needy little circles. but then his arms circle around you, holding on while his hips snap up into yours.

    "mmggh...!!" you squeal, nails clawing at his bare back.

    "sorry...'m sorry, mommy...needed t'fuck you..." he apologizes quickly, but he never stops rocking into you. not even when you start repeatedly tapping his back.

    but you quickly grow more urgent, followed by your high, confused voice. "f-feels weird...feels like 'm gonna pee..."

    he freezes briefly, eyes going wide. his hips rapidly hugging you to his chest. "it's okay, baby. cmon, just-mm...let it out f'me," he practically begs, lips brushing your ear.

    it ruins you. your hips stutter, a broken cry falling from your lips. a gush of clear liquid squirts everywhere, coating him, your thighs, and the sheets while you squeeze around him.

    "f-fuck...!!" he moans while burying himself deep, hot ropes painting your insides. he should've pulled out, but he just couldn't. not with you milking him like you were trying to suck him dry.

    your back arched before collapsing onto him, body twitching. your head lolls onto his shoulder with a weak sigh, completely spent.

   he's staring at the ceiling, holding you against him while trying to catch his breath. he's quiet for a long moment, before finally finding his voice. "y'okay..?" he asks, voice low and thick.

    you lift up and blink at him, completely out of it. you give a slow, delayed nod, voice all soft and slurred. "mhm..." you hum. he nods with the tiniest smile, pulling you closer. you curl up to his chest, feeling him soften inside you. but he doesn't pull out, keeping you filled.

    he buries his face in your hair, nuzzling softly. "never came that hard before..." he admits bashfully, rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles.

    you melt under his touch, sounding completely wrecked. "me either."

    you're a mess of tangled, sweaty limbs, breathless and stuck to each other. your head feels fuzzy, skin tingling from the high and the aftershocks still rushing through you. but he's so comfortable and warm, and your eyes are fluttering shut before you can even comprehend that you’re falling asleep.

    choso doesn't even realize. not until your body goes slack and soft, sleepy snores escape your lips to fan against his skin. he raises an eyebrow, slightly caught off guard. but honestly, he doesn't blame you. his own exhaustion was quickly settling in, eyes half-lidded and starting to droop.

    he doesn't fight it. just pulls the covers up over the both of you, cradling you against him while sleep takes him under too. he just hopes you don't regret this come morning.

pt2? 👀

the bass reverberated through the space, the repeated booming muffling itself through the walls. but the barrier between his room and yours was so thin that the noise to echoed anyway, only adding to your annoyance.

    first you couldn't cum, and now you had to deal with being ear-raped by the relentless banging of sticks against your neighbors drums for the thousandth time this week? god. would you ever catch a break?

    you had insomnia, making it extremely difficult for you to fall asleep. and after a long, exhausting day like this one, it was all you wanted. but of course, the cycle repeated; staring at the wall for hours, restlessly trying different positions to get comfortable, all leading to lying there with your eyes closed just wishing you could doze off for even a millisecond.

    but of course, nothing.

    so? you resorted to your last attempt; one that was becoming a bit more common for you recently.

you weren't exactly proud of having to play with your pussy just to tire yourself out enough to fall asleep, but you were desperate, and if it worked it worked.

    so when the hours continued to tick by, you sigh and let your hands trail down into your panties for the third day in a row.

    you lay on your back, pants discarded somewhere a long time ago and your shirt bunched up around your tits. your hand slid down your torso, thighs parting as the familiar pressure pooled deep in your tummy.

    a few minutes of rubbing yourself over the thin fabric and coating your fingers with your slick, you pulled the panties off for good and slipped a finger in your greedy hole.

    a soft, obscene squelch echoed in the quiet room, the sound so erotic you felt your face warm in a mix shame and need. but the bashfulness didn't last long as you gave in, chasing the building pleasure. you added another finger, scissoring and pumping them in and out until wet plaps filled the air.

    they curled just right, hitting that spongy spot inside you that made you squirm and buck into your hand while your eyes rolled back. your thumb brushed over your sensitive clit, and you couldn't help the pathetic whimper that left your parted lips.

    "m-mhh..." you breathe, arching into your touch.

    but it didn't take long for the sounds to become louder. less controlled. more desperate. and unbeknownst to you, they began to travel through the walls.

    and on the other side of that wall, Katsuki was barley holding his shit together.

    he was your dorm neighbor; someone too distant to be friends, but too close to be strangers.

    sometimes he'd offer to give you a ride when you had a little too much "fun" at parties. you two helped each other study when you had no idea what was going on. often you two would talk about music since you two liked a lot of the same groups and bands.

nothing much. just two casual neighbors who saw each other a little too often.

    and heard each other a little too often, considering that for the past few days he'd been hearing you nonstop.

the first night he was woken out of his sleep to the sound of muffled moans and whimpers. at first, he was convinced he was just dreaming. but as the day passed and the moon rose high in the sky for a second time, it became clear what was happening. it was hard to deny when he could hear your bed creaking like it was seconds away from snapping in two.

    at first he just tried to ignore it, knowing it was completely out of his power. it was college; people were gonna get it on no matter what. but sometimes this continued for hours until the sound of your voice was burned into his brain and his dick was tented under his sweatpants.

    it was just so frustrating—laying there and trying to pretend he didn't hear your pretty little pussy on the other side while he tried to go back to sleep!!! a scowl formed on his face as he fought the urge to relieve himself, because jerking off to your cute neighbor while she played with herself on just the other side of the wall was just pathetic. pitiful, even.

    so? what did he do?

    he got out of bed, muttering about how this was stupid and how much of an idiot you were for being so loud. but he made no actual complaints. (probably because he didn't really have any).

he just headed over to his drum set in attempt to drown out the noise himself. maybe then he wouldn't be so focused on the way his tip pulsed and leaked desperately in his boxers.

    he spun the wooden sticks before they settled into his palms with practiced ease. what started as a few light taps turned into quick, unpredictable thumps. no particular rhythm, just fast, merciless pounding against the batter head of the drum. his foot was on the bass pedal too, making extra noise on purpose.

    you heard it instantly. at first, you just tried to ignore it. you were used to him practicing even at later hours like this. didn't bother you.

but as it continued it grew louder until the music practically vibrated through your room, bumping through the walls and literally shaking your headboard. you sighed, hand slowing its earlier movements before pulling out completely.

you were finally getting close and he just had to ruin it.

for a while you just lay there on your back, legs still spread wide. your hair was a mess from how much you'd been squirming and your chest was still rising and falling quickly. but the peak was gone now. no getting that back. you felt your exhausted frustration simmering into something a bit more heated.

dammit, why couldn't he just be quiet? and why—god why did having the thought of him on the other side make you even more desperate to cum?

you scoffed at the thought, staring at the ceiling in annoyance. but it wasn't long before you caved, deciding to go over there your damn self.

    you hopped up without thinking twice. you were sleep deprived and horny—the worst combo, in your opinion. and he was only making things worse by distracting you. he was never gonna hear the end of it.

    you found a random pair of sleep shorts, sliding them on. no panties, because why would it matter? you weren't staying that long anyway. you pulled your shirt back down and slid on some slippers, not giving yourself a second glance in the mirror before walking out.

    you were at his door in seconds, fist pounding against the wood. five sharp pounds rang out.

    hearing the knocks at his door, he stilled. his hands slowed on the hollow sticks, gradually coming to a stop. for a beat he just stared at the door, eyes narrowing. who the hell was at his door at this ungodly hour?

but he recognized that rhythmic knock anywhere. knew the pattern like the back of his hand.

    he huffs under his breath, already irritated at the mere thought of it being you. first you interrupt his sleep, now you're banging on his door like a fucking madman. some nerve you had.

   he stood up, setting his sticks down on the couch. he continued to the door, grumbling under his breath about how people here had "no fucking decency". his hand twisted the knob and pulled the door open, revealing you on the other side.

    of fucking course.

    he scoffed lightly at the sight of you. god, you were the last person he needed to see right now. he already had the imagine of you and your cute little cunt in his mind—he didn't need you in his space practically forcing him to acknowledge you.

    his arms crossed, leaning against the doorway as he met your gaze. his voice was gruff when he spoke.

    "why the fuck are you here?" he grunts, eyes narrowing.

    you glare right back at him, refusing to back down. you were here, and you weren't going to get sidetracked. not even from the very obvious boner he was sporting or from the way that thin undershirt showed off his meaty chest and huge biceps when he folded his arms like that.

    you were still breathing a little heavy from what you were doing before, but you didn't care. couldn't be bothered. your voice was sharp when you questioned him right back.

   "oh, i don't know! why the fuck are you blasting music at-" you cut yourself off, glancing at a clock down the call before turning back at him. "2:13 in the morning?!!" you huff, volume raising more than you'd meant it to. but you didn't care.

    Katsuki raised an eyebrow at you in disbelief. no way were you getting snappy with him. your noisiness was the whole reason he started bullshitting around to begin with! it was just a buffer so he wouldn't start beating his meat like some weak virgin!

    "me?!!" he asks, pointing to himself dramatically. he pushes himself off the doorframe, taking a single step closer. standing in the hallway with you now. you nod, not backing down for even a second. he rolled his eyes at your defiance and continued.

    "maybe because you were fucking yourself so loudly i couldn't fucking sleep!" he shouts bluntly, his own volume increasing with absolutely no shame. he didn't care who was listening or who could hear him. in fact, he wanted them to hear. maybe then you'd feel some sort of humiliation for being so damn loud.

    your brows furrowed in frustration, lips tugging into a tiny scowl. you felt your cheeks start to warm with embarrassment. you were just hoping none of your other other neighbors in this hall were awake to hear this.

    you didn't get to say another word before he cut you off, head tilting mockingly.

    "what, you all embarrassed now?" he asks, before scoffing. "shoulda thought about that before you started whining and moaning loud enough for a whole damn city to hear." he grumbles, hands shoving into his pockets.

    god, he was annoying. frustratingly so.

    it was hot.

    he was pissing you off, but your mind kept wandering to his near-bare torso and the way you wanted to just bite his arms. dammit, you felt all fuzzy inside. warm and wrong.

    you ignored the urge, arguing right back at him. "that's not your fucking business, Bakugo!!" you squeak, before retorting. "and that doesn't give you an excuse to make everyone's ears bleed!" you accuse, finger raising to point at him.

    Katsuki let out a shocked, almost offended huff when you pointed at him like it was his fault. no no no, that's not what was happening here.

    "i'll do whatever the hell i want, dumbass!" he practically growls. he takes another step forward, losing a bit of the distance between you. his finger raises too, giving your forehead a quick yet surprisingly gentle poke as he mutters under his breath. "and if anything i was blessing your damn ears."

   it didn't hurt, just woke you up a little. but still you step back for a second, baffle. you blinked at him, not sure what to do. then your scowl returns, this time mixed with the tiniest pout that makes his dick jump in his pants from how frustratingly cute it was.

   "oh, shut up!" you spit, voice lowering harshly. you couldn't argue that he wasn't blessing your ears, but you weren't going to agree with him either. refused to.

you hadn't realized it, but you'd taken a step closer. it was as if you were being drawn in by some strong, invisible pull.

    and him, noticing this, couldn't help but smirk to himself. smug as ever. god, you hated the way it made you feel all warm. the feeling only worsened when his voice dipped an octave as he spoke.

    "...make me." he utters as something in his gaze turns dangerous. challenging. like he was daring you to actually do something instead of just barking at him.

    your brows furrow in irritation. for a long moment you just stare at him. debating. wondering whether or not you should take him up on that fuckass offer.

but when his arms cross and his brow quirks teasingly like he was silently saying 'you won't', a part of you that was eager to prove him wrong snapped.

    you don't think for another second.

    your hand reached out, grasping onto his shirt. you yanked him down until he was eye level, pausing for just a moment before your lips crashed onto his roughly. it's not hesitant or gentle. not even close. it's fierce— almost frenzied.

that should shut him up.

   Katsuki froze, eyes blowing wide. shit. he knew he was pushing you, but he didn't think you'd do that. well, at least that's what he told himself. deep down, he was waiting for it; for the moment you'd snap and finally do something instead of playing eye tag. but his breath hitched despite himself, unsure how to react to the fact that you'd just completely dominated him without even trying.

    but damn, he liked it.

    that slow, almost amused smirk spread on his face again. prominent against your lips.

    and before he could think twice, or really even once, he was kissing you back. his lips moved against yours feverishly, hands shooting down to grip your hips. he pulls you flush against him, letting out a gruff sound against your lips.

    "mmh...fuck." he grunts, but he's shut up by yet another greedy kiss from you. a constant, heated push and pull that he was quickly growing addicted to. and despite not wanting to admit it, you were too.

    you let go of his shirt, arms snaking up to wrap around his neck instead. you pulled him down to you. bringing him closer.

Katsuki's fingers tightened their grip on your hips. he took a few steps back and tugged you along with him, taking you in his room instead of in the public of the hallway.

you let him lead you inside, legs fumbling with his as you followed. your lips never disconnected from his.

the second you're in his room he slams the door behind you, not hesitating to press you up against it. you let out a soft grunt as your back hits the wood, but it's quickly cut off by a breathy moan when his hips grind against yours.

the smirk grows on his face instantly. he breaks away just enough to breathe, panting against your lips. his eyes narrow down at you, voice low and teasing.

"so fuckin' greedy, aren'tcha? just couldn't do it yourself, could you?" he scoffs.

you shake your head, the tiniest of pouts forming on your lips. your earlier irritation was fading into something else; need and desperation. you shift slightly, subtly grinding against his growing hardness. "'t wasn't enough, Baku..." you whine softly, defenses lowering.

he lets out a quiet groan at the friction against his hard-on. his pupils blow wide at your whiny voice, and he can practically see the mix of need and frustration radiating off of you. he leans in, voice gruff when he mutters into your ear. "Katsuki. 'ts Katsuki." he utters before his lips are back on yours.

your breath hitches at the words, gasping into his mouth. but he swallows the sound with another kiss. his tongue darts out, sliding against yours in a silent ask for permission that you grant instantly.

his tongue slips in your mouth, dancing with yours messily. the taste of his saliva makes your knees go weak, barley holding yourself up. but he catches on instantly. he lifts you like you're a doll, standing between your legs as he holds you up against the door.

you let out a surprised little yelp, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Katsuki groans softly, hand sliding down to cup your ass and keep you against him.

    he breaks away again, breaths warm against your lips. but this time his head dips, lips finding your neck instead. they trail over the sensitive skin, leaving soft nips and bites until your skin is littered with purple and red marks. you tug him closer as your head leans back, giving him more access.

    he doesn't hesitate to take it, lips trailing lower. over your collarbone and continuing further. meanwhile his free hand slips under your shirt, ready to undo your bra with practiced ease.

     but instead of finding the familiar clasp, he only finds bare skin. his fingers dance over your heated flesh, somewhat confused. but after a moment he pulls away just enough to look at you, a smug ass grin tugging at his lips.

    "what, you expected this or some shit?" he asks, unable to hide the amused edge in his voice.

a tiny, bashful pout forms on your face. it wasn't like that. at least, that's what you told yourself. but still you let out an annoyed huff, shaking your head quickly. "like hell i was!" you scoff.

but he just cocks an eyebrow at you, smirk widening. he's clearly not buying your shit. "oh yeah?" he asks, leaning in. "cause i bet you're not wearing any panties either." he mutters teasingly.

worst thing was, you knew he was right. you didn't say a word, just met his gaze with this look that screamed "you're right and i hate it'.

he just snickers quietly, not even trying to hide it. his eyes look you up and down, narrowing slightly. his voice drops just a notch as he mumbles under his breath.

"slut."

you freeze, eyes widening. no fucking way he just called you that.

your brow twitches, offense building. but beneath that irritation was something different. something warm and desperate that you hated.

god, he was so annoying!!!

...you loved it.

for a long moment you just stare in disbelief, before finally regaining your voice.

"fuck you." you grit out.

he just laughs, clearly having a blast.

"i thought that's what we were doing anyway?" he teases.

you just roll your eyes and he snickers while carrying you to his bed.

you don't even get halfway across the room before you're tugging at his shirt, eager to lose the barrier between you two.

Katsuki doesn't hesitate to help you out, practically ripping his shirt off. the fabric hits the floor carelessly.

    he tears off his pants too, the other hand still propping you up. he's left in just his boxers, and you're already stripping your own shirt.

    just then he's throwing you onto the bed, and you hit the soft sheets with a soft thump. your now free tits bounce from the force of it.

    he wasn't trying to stare. not exactly. but they were right in his face! he can't help it! his gaze lingers for a second too long, and you scoff.

    "my eyes are up here, you perv." you grumble, eyes rolling.

    he just huffed, lowering until he was only holding himself up by his elbows over your body. his head ducks, voice muffled against your skin as he speaks between kisses along your chest.

    "wasn't looking for your eyes." he grumbles, before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. you inhale sharply, squirming under him. but his hand finds your hip, gently but firmly holding you in place while he sucks and laps at the plump mound.

"c-course you weren't...you-unghh..." you whine, arching into his touch for more. all you could think about was how much you wished that mouth was somewhere else.

    and Katsuki, surprisingly enough, obeyed your bitchy whines. he pops off one tit and moves to the other, latching on like a hungry leech. the sudden rush of cold air makes you shiver. but he doesn't leave it alone for too long, free hand reaching up to lightly twist and roll at your sensitive peaks.

he continues to mouth at you while the hand on your hip hooks into the waistband of your shorts. his tongue trails up your chest, neck, jaw, then pauses to speak right by your ear.

"lift your hips f'me..." he grunts, and the submissive way you listen immediately is more satisfying than he'd like to admit.

they lift off the bed and he's quick to chuck them off and halfway across the room. the cold air of the room hits your greedy holes instantly, making you whimper softly. but he's too focused on the way your slick folds glisten in the dim lighting.

    you glance down, and you catch a glimpse of it; the way his eyes darken at the sight of you. his pupils are huge, taking over the crimson color of his irises. it made your breath hitch.

    it suddenly felt entirely too hot in here. your face felt warm and you can't stop yourself from shifting sheepishly, thighs threatening to close.

but Katsuki's not having it. his hand comes down, palm landing on your thigh with a sharp smack.

"uh-uh. keep em' open." he grunts, squeezing at the plush flesh.

you pout up at him, bottom lip jutting out. but he just lets out a little 'tsk', murmuring under his breath.

"had no problem bein' wide open and loud as fuck earlier. what's the matter now?" he asks mockingly.

you let out a little huff, mumbling a reluctant 'nuthin' under your breath as you keep your legs open for him.

his gaze wanders over you pensively. but ultimately deciding that he can't see enough of you, he shifts. his large hands scoop up your legs, settling them on his shoulders while he lays between your thighs.

you feel weirdly open like this, even more so when you feel his breath fans over your bare pussy. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, letting out a quiet, needy whimper.

"Kats...just-...mm." you whine, hips trying to lift into his face.

but his hand comes down, giving a light smack right over your pulsing clit. "quit fuckin' whining." he grumbles, hands slipping under your ass to hold you still when you start to squirm.

you pout down at him, fingers tangling in his hair to shove him closer. he finally caves. his head dips to kiss and nip at your inner thighs, giving little bites that were sure to leave marks.

but Katsuki doesn't make you wait long before his mouth is on you. mostly because he couldn't wait any longer himself.

he gives your cunt a sloppy kiss, groaning instantly at the first taste of you. he couldn't help it. his hips bucked, pressing his stiff dick into the mattress in a desperate attempt for some relief.

"ughhh...so fuckin' good." he mumbles into your pussy. his tongue darts out, licking between your folds and slurping up the slick that clung to your skin.

"ka-mm-kats...!" you squeal, grip tightening to pull him closer until he was nose-deep into your clit.

his eyes flutter, growing hazy as he sucks and laps at you like a man starved.

he made out with your pussy with just as much fervor as he made out with your lips—maybe even more. his tongue flattened, occasionally dipping into your sopping hole just to feel you clench and squirm. he pulled back, only to ramble into you,

"so damn good. been wonderin' how this pretty cunny tasted for days." he babbles between messy kisses, sliding two fingers in with ease.

"mmhm!! s'good-feels s'good," you mewl, clenching around him with a nasty squelch.

his fingers were thick, reaching places that your own never could. it was so much better than trying to do it yourself.

he hums arrogantly, smirking into your heat. his eyes flick up to meet yours, gaze so intense your heart stutters and you feel the little flip in your tummy. more slick pours out of you, and he drinks it like a man that'd gone too long without water.

he pulls off with a wet pop, fingers starting to pump in and out of you. "yeah? s'that good? gonna cum, baby?" he coos, fingers curling into that sweet, gooey spot.

you nod dumbly, hips bucking into his touch as you whine. "y-hahhhh...yeah-!! yess, m'gnna..." you whimper when he sucks at your puffy clit.

    "...nah." he says suddenly, pulling away right before you reached your peak. fingers slipped out of you, chin glistening with your slick and his drool.

    you freeze, orgasm dying in seconds. your fingers loosen their vice grip on his hair, frown tugging at your lips. your brows furrow in frustration from being denied release for the second time tonight.

    "what the hell, Katsuki..." you mutter, sighing in disappointment.

    he moves from where he was between your legs to hover over you instead, mocking your frown with a fake one of his own.

    "awww, needy slut can't cum?? hm?" he coos, pouting at you.

    your eyes narrow up at him, before rolling them. "you're so fucking annoying. just-"

    but Katsuki cuts you off by suddenly flipping you over. you squeal, face hitting the pillows with a soft thump. you lift your head enough to glance back, already opening your mouth to yell at him.

    but before you can, a hard smack! echoes in the room. it's the sound of his dick slapping up against his abs as his boxers are peeled away.

    you freeze, eyes going wide. you hated to admit it, but...fuck, it was pretty.

    tan, thick, standing at a heavy 7 inches. his tip is flushed and leaking, that vein on the side pulsing faintly.

     katsuki, watching you practically drool at the sight of him, can't help but feel a bit smug. he knew it was big, but you were looking at him like he'd hung the moon and the stars. before you get a chance to say anything he speaks, voice gruff.

    "no more whining. shut up n take it," he huffs, staring down at you with a mix of desire and utter amusement at your perverted gaze.

    your heart stuttered at his words, finding yourself gagged. you finally manage to pick your jaw up off the ground enough to move, shifting onto your knees. your back arches as you lean forward onto your elbows, showing off that pretty little cunt.

    he grunts approvingly. "fuck, yeah." he breathes, "so fuckin' ready f'me."

    he settles behind you, grabbing your hips to pull you back onto him. not going in yet, just grinding you against his hardness. letting you feel how much he wants this.

    you moan, pussy fluttering desperately as his tip grazes your clit. you push back, humping against him like a dog in heat while he watches the way your ass ripples when you do. he can't resist the urge to reach out, kneading and spreading your cheeks to expose your cute little holes.

    you whine, but he's not having it. his hand comes down across your flesh, reminding you of his earlier words. you pout but don't argue, just glance back at him with this needy look while rolling your hips onto his.

    and then, without any warning, he pushes in. no slowing down, just stuffing you full with one big stroke.

    you gasp, breath knocking out of you.

    "shh, breathe..." Katsuki almost sounds a bit gentle, but even then you can tell he's smirking. he knows he's huge, and your reaction was only proving it.

    he pauses for a second, giving both of you a chance to catch your breath. mostly because he knew if he didn't, he would've came on the spot.

    he knew you were tight—heard it in the obscene, explicit sounds that filtered through the walls when you played with yourself. but feeling it clench around him now had him threatening to spill. he grits his teeth when his balls draw up tight, holding back so his hips can give a slow, testing roll forward.

    you moan instantly, squeezing around him like a vice. his eyes roll back, and he can't stop himself. he's been thinking about this shit for days, and he's done holding back. he starts pounding into you, hips snapping into the plush of your ass.

    "mnghhh, so deepppp!!!" you whine, pushing back onto him.

    "yeahhh..." he groans, setting a merciless rhythm that had you two panting like dogs.

    his free hand leaves your hip, tangling in your hair instead. they fist into the tangled strands, holding on tight to anchor himself.

    the sting of his little tug burns, but you can't bring yourself to care. he's so deep you can feel him in your tummy, hitting that spot that makes your mind feel all fuzzy. your lips part, whimpering and babbling stupidly as you let him use you like a toy.

    "fuck—yeah. be fuckin' loud. let everyone know you finally got sum real fuckin' dick." he mutters, every word punctuated by a thrust and a breathless huff.

    you don't hesitate. can't, when he's making you feel this good. you push back, meeting him thrust for thrust as you whine. "yesss!!! ouhhh, s'so gooddd..."

    his rhythm speeds up, ramming into you with quick, needy jerks. "fuck...fuckfuckfuck-" he grunts, panting hard.

    he can feel you clenching around him, walls spasming like you were trying to suck his soul out. "u-ughh...g'nna cum? gonna milk me?" he manages to ask, pace growing clumsy as he loses himself more and more.

   you nod eagerly, pressure building in your tummy. not like your usual release, though. you felt weirdly full. like a water balloon about to pop.  chasing that feeling you fuck back onto him harder, moans slurring together. "mhm!! mm...hafta cum...!!"

    he reaches around, hand sliding down to your tummy. he feels the bulge of him under your skin and almost loses it completely. but he holds it together, reaching down to flick your pulsing clit as he leans over to murmur in your ear between moans. "yeahhh?? c'mon. cum f'me. milk it, baby..."

    and fuck, you do.

    "k-katsuki...!!" you wail as you convulse hard, pleasure that had been building all night finally bursting. a clear gush of liquid squirts everywhere—onto the sheets, his dick, and you.

    katsuki follows seconds after, hips stuttering when you clench around him.

    "fffuckkkk...!" he whines. actually whines. his cock twitches inside of you, hot pulsing ropes spilling until his cum was leaking out of you like an overfilled jelly donut.

    you collapse face-first into the pillow, knees shaking and unable to hold you up anymore. you twitch as your body racks through the aftershocks, faintly pulsing and fluttering around him.

    he stays buried deep, not daring to move yet. not until his tired dick gets soft and slips out of you with a wet plop.

    you whine at the sensitivity, and his hand runs over your back soothingly. tenderly. way too tenderly for someone you were so 'pissed off' with just an hour ago. but you relax into his touch anyway, allowing yourself to lay down fully.

    he's quick to lay down beside you, completely spent.

    but from the looks of it you were too, considering you were nearly already gone.

    your breaths are already starting to slow, chest staring to rise and fall at a normal pace. you were still trembling a little, but now you just seemed to melt into the bed. and your eyes were half lidded, clearly fighting off sleep.

    he raises an eyebrow, still catching his breath. but his arm wraps around your sleepy figure anyway, pulling you into his side. his gaze wanders over you, coming to the conclusion that you clearly just needed to be fucked to sleep.

    he's not sure if that's pathetic or just really amusing.

    he huffs quietly, muttering under his breath. "idiot."

   but he doesn't sound annoyed anymore. if anything, he almost sounds fond.

    you curl into his warmth instinctively, not even caring that you were a sticky, sweaty mess. he doesn't seem to care either. you scoff at his murmur, but don't argue. just nuzzle into his chest, letting yourself drift.

    he rolls his eyes when he feels your weight relax, knowing you're out cold now. annoying. but also strangely endearing.

    despite himself he pulls the blankets over you, making sure you're comfortable enough to finally get some real sleep. he knew you struggled with it, and honestly he didn't mind being your cure.

    he knows it'll be a hassle in the morning; trying to figure out what to do after sleeping with his neighbor. but for now, he lets himself sleep too. that's a problem for another day.

you've been standing here for a solid ten minutes, staring yourself down.

you were supposed to be getting ready for tonight. it was date night! you and satoru were going out to eat, grab a couple drinks, maybe meet a few friends and whatever.

but when you hopped out the shower to dry off and get dressed, you caught a glimpse of it; jagged brown marks littering your tits, hips, and thighs staring back at you.

you frown instantly at the sight. they'd been there for years now, but they only grew more and more with age. you hated it.

your eyes wandered over the scars with a familiar distaste. you'd tried just about everything: healing cream, skin therapy, the works. and of course, nothing. it was annoying. you just wanted to have smooth, pretty skin like all the other girls you knew.

but before you could start drowning in your thoughts, your husband satoru poked his head in through the door.

"heyyy sweet stuff!! almost ready?" he calls cheerfully, despite having not even changed out of his own pajamas yet. no sense of urgency.

but his casual smirk fades the second he notices you eyeing your reflection like it was haunting you.

"oh..." he murmurs, something in his chest twisting hard. he never wanted to see that look on your face. especially not when you were looking at yourself. he doesn't hesitate to take a few steps closer, stopping when he was standing behind you. he met your gaze in the mirror, arms slowly wrapping around your waist from behind. he could care less that you were still naked.

"what's wrong, pretty girl..?" he asks, thumbs rubbing your sides soothingly. you were so excited earlier and now your whole energy had shifted and he had no idea why.

you sigh softly, snapping out of your momentary trance when you felt his warmth envelop you. you relaxed into him—always did. but satoru being as observant as he was, couldn't help but notice the slight tension that remained in your shoulders anyway. his brows knit together in concern as he waits for your explanation.

you hesitate for a long time. not because you didn't want to tell him, but because it just felt so stupid to be upset about. after all, he'd seen your body a million times already. why get shy now?

but you couldn't help it. the scars just made you feel so...ugly. unworthy of someone as majestic as him. and seeking some sort of comfort, you reluctantly admit it.

"...my stretch marks. i hate them." you huff, refusing to meet his gaze.

satoru goes still. completely still, like you just shot him in the chest.

...hate them? you hated them?

but that was literally his favorite part!!

for a long moment he just stares, like he's waiting for you to say sike or take it back. but nope. you're dead serious. he can't believe it. his hands slide down to your hips, squeezing gently as he speaks.

"hate them...?" he repeats back like he doesn't understand the concept. which in all honesty, he doesn't. if anything, he sounds a bit offended that you were even considering that.

but you nod anyway, slow and bashful and completely ashamed of what your body was doing.

Satoru is quick to shake his head. dramatic; probably gonna give himself whiplash. but he doesn't care. he's ready to argue you down to the ends of the earth about this.

"nuh-uh. no." he mutters, hugging you back onto him. his hands trail down, tracing the wavy indents on your tummy and on your thighs with practiced care.

you blink up at him, confused. "what do you mean, 'no'..?" you ask, lost and still feeling a bit insecure.

his hands find your shoulders, turning you around abruptly until you're facing him. his voice is firm, completely sure of himself.

"i mean, no. you're wrong." he says bluntly.

your brows furrow, not buying it. really, you just don't understand how he's not agreeing with you. but he stands by his statement. continues before you have the chance to cut him off.

     "very wrong," he tells, fingertips gently mapping out the angry lines. "i love em. they're beautiful, like the rest of ya." he explains, free hand moving up to hold your cheek and tilt your head up to face him. making sure you were looking at him and knew he was serious (even if his gaze was hidden behind that thick blindfold.)

    you can tell he's telling the truth. it's clear in the way he holds you like you're something precious. but still, something in you refuses to believe it. you sigh, leaning into his touch for reassurance as you mumble,

    "liar. you're just saying that cause i’m your wife and you have to be nice to me." you pout, eyes narrowing at him skeptically.

    but he gasps dramatically, hand coming up to cover his chest like you'd just told him you ran over a dog instead of simply calling him a liar.

    "me?!!! the Satoru Gojo a liar!!?" he scoffs in mock disbelief. he reaches out, flicking your forehead gently like he could physically snap some sense into that brain of yours.

    "i tell nuthin but the truth, babes." he says, waving you off dismissively.

    you grumble a bit, stumbling back a step or two from his little flick. the guy always seemed to forget his own strength. you shake your head at him, torn between being annoyed and reluctantly wanting to laugh at his obnoxiousness.

    "you're annoying, Satoru." you huff, though your lips begin to tug into the tiniest of smiles anyway.

    his grin returns full-force at the sight of your smile. tiny. subtle. barley even visible. but it was enough for him to know he made you feel a bit better, and that's all that mattered. you could practically feel his eyes shining beneath that mask.

    "love you too." he teases sarcastically in response to your irritation

    you huff, eyes rolling. "prove it."

        ✧･ﾟ༺♡༻ ･ﾟ✧

that little comment is what got you here: legs spread wide in the meanest mating press, knees pushed all the way up to your chest while his pale cock pistons in and out of you ruthlessly.

    his balls smack up against your ass so hard with every drive, you wouldn't be surprised if they left bruises.

   it'd been almost ten minutes like this and satoru had been refusing to let you cum. it's were completely overwhelming.

your skin is glistening in a sheen layer of sweat, hair all disheveled from how he kept thrusting you into the bed, and your brain is absolutely fried. all you can think of is him, his dick, and how good he felt so deep in your tummy.

    his hips snap into yours just right, hitting that gooey spot inside you.

    "t-toru-!! mmphh!!" you mewl, trying to squirm.

     but his large hands dwarf your legs as he holds you still, preventing you from running. his thumbs graze over the dark ripples on your thighs as he speaks, voice contradicting to the way he was ramming into you.

"shhh, sweetheart. just take it. you started this, remember?" he purrs, staring down from where he had propped himself up on his hands and was towering over you.

but as he was looking at you a small frown formed on Satoru's face, seeing the way your sweaty locs were sticking to your forehead. he lets out a quiet 'tsk', shaking his head.

"now we can't have that, huh, baby?" he hums in disapproval, reaching out to brush them away and reveal your face while he other hand holds him steady.

you don't fight it. can't, even if you wanted to. the cool air hits your face, and all you can do is let out a quiet whine. your eyes are glassy and needy when you look up at him, meeting his piercing blue gaze. his blindfold was forgotten somewhere across the room. your lips part instinctively as you pant breathlessly like a dog that needs water.

but Satoru just smiles down at you like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen. way too adoringly for the way was making you drool all over yourself stupidly.

"there she is...so damn pretty." he coos, eyes tailing over your body with clear appreciation.

his hand moves from your head to wipe at your saliva-slick cheek, bringing it to his mouth to suck it as off.

your bottom lip juts out into a pout as you watch him. "mmh, you're dihh..disgusting, 'toru..." you manage to mumble between moans.

he just laughs, dick twitching inside of you. "you love it."

you roll your eyes as you retort back, though, your voice is all whiny when you do. "nd you t-talk too much. just—ouhhh..!!" you whimper, cut off when he pulls out just to slam back in. the wet squelch that echos in the room is dirty.

Satoru just snickers at your squeals, obviously having a time seeing you so sloppy. "oh really? i do?" he asks sarcastically, clearly not believing it. "cause i can feel you clenching around me every time i speak. feel so damn good, baby." he grunts, feeling you flutter around him.

your pout deepens, eyes narrowing in false irritation as you turn your head.

but he's not having it. "ah-ah-ah, pretty. look at me." he mutters as he reaches out and grabs your chin, turning you to face him again with ease. "and quit complainin'. let me take care of you."

you huff, but don't argue. can't. not when he stuffs himself all the way to the hilt and grinds into you so sweetly.

you feel the pressure in your belly worsen, threatening to burst. your teeth dig into your lip, brows knitting together as a soft wail of his name leaves you. "mm!! toruuuu...m' gunna cum...!!"

right when you say it he pulls out, leaving you empty. you squirm and whine, your greedy pussy clenching desperately around nothing but air.

he's quick to shush you, leaning down to press an apologetic kiss to the corner of your mouth. "awww...i know, baby, i know." he babbles lovingly, peppering little pecks to calm you down. he was well aware that this was maybe the third time he denied you, but he just wasn't done worshipping you yet.

   "n-not fair...y'r being unfair." you mumble, sounding like a kid that didn't get the toy you wanted in a store.

    he just presses a finger to your lips, shaking his head. "shhh...."

    he whispers, ignoring the way his own cock twitched and leaked desperately against his abdomen. he carefully rolls off of you to lie on his back instead, pulling you along with him until you're straddled on his lap.

    you settle on top of Satoru like a missing puzzle piece, frowning down at him. "what are you doing, 'Toru? wanna cum..." you pout, pussy squeezing involuntarily as your clit brushed the ridges of his abs.

    but he just grins up at you, ignoring your question. his hands find your hips instead, fingers tracing the scars that covered your skin. his eyes wander over your body appreciatingly, trailing over you before pausing to meet your gaze. his smirk only widens.

one hand frees itself to slide down, grabbing the girth of his lengthy cock and lining himself up. he pushes in with one smooth stroke, stuffing you full with a nasty squelch. you let out a whimper at the stretch, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself.

    "s'okay…you got it." he mumbles reassuringly, hands rubbing your thighs soothingly as he stares up at you. when he feels you clamp down around him, his eyes flutter as a soft groan is pulled from his peachy lips.

    "ughhh, there it is..." he moans, peering up at you through heavy eyelids. "cmon, tiger. ride me." he mutters, hand reaching back to give your ass an encouraging little slap.

    you yelp as his hand comes down on your behind, whining at the sting that spread across your skin. but you didn't even get the chance to berate him for it, heart stuttering when you realized what'd left his mouth.

    for a moment you just stare, then repeat back confusedly.

    "mm…tiger?" you tilt your head, a bit lost. you don't stop rocking against him yet, but you're not chasing anything anymore.

     but Satoru just grins, making absolutely no effort to take back his words. he nods, completely sure of himself. his hands find your hips, guiding you to start grinding against him while he explains.

"uh-huh. tiger." he states, clearly set on this comparison. he continues, "you got your lil stripes from growing just like tigers do, right? means you're basically twins."

you blink down at him, completely baffled.

then? you laugh. breathless, confused, and utterly amused.

he quirks an eyebrow at you, clearly not understanding what was so funny about this.

"what? i'm being serious!" he huffs, smacking your thigh in mock offense.

but you just giggle in response, shaking your head in disbelief. "you're ridiculous, Satoru."

he just rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed. but you saw it; that subtle tug at his lips that gave away at his little smile anyway. not his usual teasing smirk, either. you couldn't help the tiny smile that formed on your own face.

however it faltered a little when you felt his dick twitch inside you. you almost forgot that you were perched on top of him, leaking around him until there was this ring of slick at his base. but it was impossible to ignore now.

your lip catches between your teeth, and he knew you well enough to recognize that look. he hums, hips thrusting up just once in a silent encouragement to go ahead.

you don't hesitate to listen, hips rolling forwards to meet his. you moan instantly when his tip grinds against that sweet spot, head falling back.

"mmhh..." you whine, hands moving behind you to hold onto his legs as your hips bucking against his.

Satoru watches you through hazy, dazed eyes, fingers tightening their grip on your hips. not really for your sake, but his own. cause if he was being completely honest, he would’ve came on the spot if he didn’t.

his jaw clenches tight as he forces himself to hold onto a little longer, grunting under his breath. “yeahhh…fuck, you look so hot like this…”

he mumbles, pupils blowing wide as he watches the way your ass ripples on his thighs while his cock disappears inside of you with every grind and your scarred tits bounce infront of his face.

he can’t help himself.

he feels pathetic, but he can’t bring himself to care or be bothered. you’re irresistible.

he reaches out, palming at your chest. your breath hitches as your back arches, instinctively trying to push into more of his touch that he doesn’t hesitate to give you.

he latches on, taking one in his mouth to suck at while the other plays with you like a toy. he squeezes and kneads at the plush flesh, thumb running over the indented lines reverently before twisting at your sensitive nip just to feel you squirm on his dick.

your brows knit together, cheeks flushing hard as you struggle to keep yourself together. but he only sucks harder, wanting you to loose yourself in him; to let him do this for you.

he pulls off with a wet pop, looking up at you with swollen lips as he murmurs, “good girl…take what you need.” while his hands roam over your sides and back and anywhere he could reach.

you don’t hesitate. can’t. your thrusts grow more desperate, fading from subtle grinds to humping to bouncing on his length so hard you heard the bed begin to creak with every move.

“t-toru…” you sob, as he starts to meet you thrust for thrust.

you can’t handle it.

the pressure builds, warmth threatening to explode.

the feeling makes you to writhe and whimper to yourself, already sensitive from before and just barley holding it together.

but when his his hands find your thighs, holding you still while he starts pounding into you like a dog in rut who can’t control themselves anymore, you burst.

“auhhh, t-toru..!!!” you squeal, voice going higher than you’d ever imagined it could. your hips buck wildly as you lose control, creaming hard as you clamp down around his dick.

“shit-!!!” he squeaks, the feeling makes him snap. he goes still, head throwing back against the pillow as he stuffs himself all the way to coat your walls with his thick spurts. “so goodddd, ugh, so good for me.” he babbles, mind completely gone.

you collapse onto him with a breathless sigh, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. his arms wrap around you loosely, still pulsing inside of you as he holds you close.

for a while you two just lay there, covered in each other’s liquids and sweat and somehow being completely fine with it.

as you lay on top of him, you find yourself thinking about that unexpected nickname. ‘tiger’. it echoed in your head.

mostly because you’d never thought of it like that—in the way you were growing and changing and the lines that covered your body were just signs of that process and your own resilience.

you always saw it as something to be frowned upon. but the way he described it, like it was something to be proud of, made you see it in an entirely different light.

plus, you didn’t exactly hate that nickname.

it’s not long before the feeling of his lips brushing against your temple brings you out of your thoughts.

the kiss is gentle, almost tender. like he’s handling precious cargo. then, he murmurs against your skin. so quiet, you almost don’t hear it. but it’s there. a soft, content statement.

“…my tiger.”

you're in his bed, straddling izuku's bare thighs. his skin, once clean, is now sweaty and slick from the mix of your release and his. your head had fallen forward, burying itself in the crook of his neck at the heat of the moment; hiding while you rode out the pleasure and let his hips snap up into yours.

    he's still buried deep, stuffed to the hilt even after you're finally done squirming and humping against him. now you're just laying on top of him, trembling softly and letting out soft pants against his neck.

    Izuku's face is buried in your now messy hair, breaths heavy and somewhat shaken. his scarred hands rest on your hips, grip gradually loosening as he calms down from the high.

    for a long moment the two of you just lay like that, catching your breath. holding onto each other like you'd disappear if you let go for even a second. not to mention the comfort of his warm hands, still gentle despite the callouses that littered his palms.

    you weren't sure how much time had passed. maybe three minutes. maybe five. maybe ten. but it wasn't until after both of you had steadied a bit that he finally spoke.

    "you okay, y/n...?" he asks, voice syrupy sweet. his volume was low when it broke through the silence, as if he was afraid anything louder would startle you. after all, you were practically already half-asleep.

    for a long moment you remain quiet, still coming to. but then you feel one of his hands move up to your back, rubbing softly to coax a response out of you. you answer instantly.

    "mhm...more than okay." you murmur, voice muffled by his skin. his expression softens further as he nods, the tiniest of smiles forming on his lips. good. that was good.

because for whatever reason he still got nervous that he'd hurt you somehow (despite the fact that you'd been together for who knows how long and had sex who knows how many times).

Izuku nodded slowly, hands giving you one single affectionate tease. one remains at your back, the other moving to brush back a few strands of hair from your sweaty forehead. his lips replace it, giving you a chaste kiss on your temple. it lingers before he pulls away just enough to speak.

"did so well f'me, hun...made me feel so good." he hums. you nuzzle against him, letting out a quiet, happy sound. it was reassuring hearing that he actually got off too, despite the fact that it was already obvious by the way he'd turned you into a total creampie by cumming three times too many.

but you didn't mind. just went quiet for a moment, resting against him. but after a while you couldn't help it, shifting slightly on top of him. your hips brushed against his, and for a moment he thought you wanted another round.

but he was quickly proven wrong when you spoke, voice nearing a soft whine.

"'s so sticky, izu..." you pout, looking up at him with the sleepiest, lazy frown. his heart melts instantly.

and yet somehow, his voice is still so teasing. dirty and sweet all at once. god, he was a package.

"aww...i know, sweet girl, i know. you were just being such a needy little slut, y'know that? told me to stuff you full and all i did was listen to you." he drawls, feigning innocent like he always does.

his words only made your frown deepen, brows furrowing. he just giggled at your annoyance, pressing another little peck to your cheek; an apologetic one. his arms are already snaking under your legs, holding you close as he slowly stands up.

you grumble softly, clearly not the happiest about having to move from your comfy spot. but of course you snuggle into him anyway, voice soft against his ear as you ask.

"where we goin...?" you ask, voice lowering in your sleepy hazy.

"bathroom, sweetheart. gotta clean you up." he answered, carrying you down the hall with ease. it was like he was holding a pillow rather than an entire human—you always did seem to forget how strong he really was. you didn't mention it though, just nodded slowly and let your eyes flutter shut.

Izuku sets you down on the bathroom counter, making sure you're stable before letting in bath water. it was warm enough for both of you. he helps you down, holding your hands as you slowly sit down. he wastes no time in climbing in behind you, his chest flush against your back.

you sigh softly, feeling the water lap around your sore body and the way his arms wrapped around you gently. his head rest on your shoulder, leaving gentle kisses and soft nips over the supple skin. not trying to arouse anything, just showing affection. you lean into him without hesitation.

he just hums, silently approving. his hand holds your waist, the other grabbing a rag and starting to gently scrub you clean. when the soft fabric reaches your used hole you wince, still sensitive. he shushes you quietly, brows furrowing in a mix of concern and satisfaction.

"shhh...it's okay. i got you." he murmurs, lips gently grazing your ear. he continues until you're both fully clean. he washes your hair too, making every inch of you was nice and clean. himself, too.

when he was done you both just sat there, resting against eachother until the water grew cold and you began to shiver. he peeked up at you from where his head was on your shoulder, big pools of green meeting your gaze.

"cold? wanna get out now?" he asks, voice nearing a whisper.

you nod without hesitation, letting out a little "mhm." he lets out a hum of agreement. his arms unravel from where they'd settled on your waist, allowing you to get up.

a tiny smile forms on your face at the gentle action. you turn back, giving him a little peck on the cheek before climbing out of the tub. though, to the surprise of no one, your legs begin to shake.

he'd fucked you good.

or rather, you'd fucked yourself good on his cock.

meanwhile Izuku, watching from the bath, raises an eyebrow curiously at the tremors running through you. but it soon shifts into a small, satisfied smirk. he gets out of the tub as well, water sliding down his toned torso and dripping from his hair.

"that good, huh..?" he mutters, more to himself than to you. he almost sounds...proud? you nearly roll your eyes.

"Izu..." you trail off, a soft warning. but he just snickers a bit and helps you wrap heated a towel around your wet body. he grabs one for himself too, wrapping it low around his hips.

he guided you back to the bedroom, hand resting at the small of your back to steady you. when you made it you sat on the edge of your shared bed, a soft, tired yawn leaving you.

his expression softens a bit at how cute it was. you were always so adorable when you got sleepy like this. but the action was contagious, causing him to yawn too. his voice was all tired when he spoke.  "don't fall asleep yet, sweet girl. i'm getting you some clothes." he murmurs, already walking over to your dresser.

    Izuku found one of his old sweaters and some sleep shorts, placing them on the bed beside you. you give him a thankful smile, sliding into the clothes with ease. his sweater fell to your thighs like a dress, leaving you nice and warm. he smiled back, slipping into some comfy sweats of his own.

    afterwards he wasted no time to slide into bed, pulling you along with him. you let out a sleepy, content giggle, and curl up to him.

    you're both on your sides, facing each other. your eyes are already heavy, lids threatening to flutter shut. you couldn't help it. you're just so cozy like this with him. and he is too.

without thinking he reaches out, fingers grazing your cheek before lightly cupping your face. you lean into him without hesitation, relaxing instantly at his soft touch. his thumb explores, tracing everywhere; your nose, your cheeks, the plump of your lips, caressing as if he were trying to memorize every feature by heart.

it makes your chest tighten with a feeling you just can’t explain in words.

for a moment you just rested against him, letting his fingers continue their journey. but it’s not long before you reach out as well, unable to fight the urge to touch him and his cute little face.

he feels your touch on his cheek, first. he blinks, hand freezing on your face. it’s not unexpected—you always get a bit touchy and clingy after intimacy. but still, it never fails to catch him off guard.

you felt him pause, but you ignore it. instead you focus on the freckles that littered his face, fingertips lazily trailing across them. you keep going, letting them find their way into his hair. they run through the olive strands, nails gently stretching at his scalp in the way you know makes him melt.

and of course, like clockwork, he does. Izuku lets out this cute little hum, eyes fluttering shut as he leans into your hand. silently begging for more.

you let out a quiet, breathy chuckle at his actions, but don’t hesitate to feed into it. you continue with a sleepy smile, fingers traveling to that sweet spot behind his ear. the sound he lets out is something akin to a soft purr.

you blink, eyes blowing wide. for a moment you pause, staring at him in a mix of amusement and utter disbelief. you’d done this countless times, and he never made that noise before.

cute.

you’re quiet for a bit, then call out to him.

“Izu…?” you murmur, voice quiet to not disrupt this little bubble between you two.

he met your gaze bashfully, already expecting some sort of tease. his face warms at the thought of what’s coming. but he ignored the embarrassment and responded anyway. “yeah…?” he asks. but what you said next was anything but what he was thinking.

“…you’re kinda like a puppy.” you say suddenly, dead serious. no giggles, no teasing, just a complete, firm thought.

he freezes, blinking up at you confusedly. were you serious? but as he searched your eyes, he found nothing but a sleepy, completely sure thought. he let out a dumbfounded little chuckle, breathing out. “heh…um, what?”

you shrugged, casual as ever. your fingers continued to run through his hair as you spoke. “a puppy.” you repeat, no hesitation. “you get all excited over the smallest things, you’re rough and gentle at the same time, and you melt when i scratch behind your ear like a dog.” you explain simply.

for a moment he just stared, completely blown. but then he laughed again. softer. more genuine this time. because honestly, he couldn’t argue with that. you raise an eyebrow at him, fingers pausing in his head. but you can’t help a tiny giggle yourself.

“maybe you’re right, sweet girl.” he manages to mumble between laughs, and you nod in agreement.

it takes a while for the laughter to die down. but by the time it does, you’re already drifting off to sleep. his expression softens instantly. he quiets down, not wanting to disrupt your rest.

he waits until you’re fully asleep to shift closer, gently rolling you over so that your back was against his chest. his arms snaked around your waist, holding you close as he began to float into dreamland as well.

as for Katsuki, he doesn’t stir when you shift—he’s too deep of a sleeper for that. but he does feel you, and he lets out a soft, sleepy “mhmm…” his arm around you squeezes, lazily tugging you closer in a way that unintentionally presses you into his half-hard dick. he could never get it to calm down around you. not even in his damn sleep.

the movement isn’t quite a grind, just pressure; soft friction that makes your breath hitch quietly from how good it felt.

you tried to stay still, not wanting to disrupt his sleep. but you can’t help yourself. without thinking your hips give a slow push forward, mimicking the action. a soft, breathy sigh leaves your lips. “fuck…” you whisper, lips grazing his skin. it doesn’t take long for you to find a rhythm, grinding against his growing budge in careful yet needy rocks.

meanwhile Katsuki remains deeply asleep, convinced all the shifting was just you getting comfortable. however when you start to practically hump against him, his eyes flutter open instinctively. they were too bleary and unfocused to make anything out, but the weight of you in his lap and the way his dick twitches in his sweatpants in undeniable.

you’re too lost in the moment to even notice that he’s awake, soft, quiet pants leaving your lips. “m-mmh…fuck, Kats. need you so bad…” you whimper, hands placing themselves onto his bare chest to brace yourself. he just stares up at you in a mix of confusion, amusement, and pleasure.

he finally decided to catch your attention, voice breaking through the otherwise mostly quiet room. “damn, baby…couldn’t wait for me to wake up?” he asks, voice thick with sleep. but something soft lingers underneath. something that makes your heart stutter and your pussy flutter all at once.

but despite that, your body stills instantly at the sound of his voice. you freeze, eyes widening. shit, when did he wake up? how long had he been up? god, this was so embarrassing. you pulled away just enough to look at him as bit your lip bashfully, feeling like you’d been caught. but your body moves anyway, reacting before your mind can catch up. your head gives a slow, tiny shake, silently saying that you in fact couldn’t wait. but instead of teasing or getting irritated like you thought he would, he just hums. small and approving.

“‘s okay…” he reassures, hands slowly moving to your hips. they don’t squeeze, just hold gently. his thumbs rub soothing circles while his hands guide you to start moving again. “didn’t say you had to stop…” he mutters, the laziest of smirks tugging at his lips. not teasing, just amused that you’d started this. you blink in surprise, not expecting this. but you don’t hesitate to follow, finding your rhythm once again.

a soft groan is pulled from his lips when you rub against him just right, the sound combining with your soft whines. his hands begin to wander, slipping under his your shirt to feel you more. they trail down to your thighs, up your back, squeeze at your perky tits until you make the cutest little noise and your hips stutter. they come to a stop at your waist, tugging you closer. “cm’ere…” it the last thing he manages to get out before capturing your lips with his.

it’s not like his usual kisses. not even close. this time they’re soft. slow, messy, and unhurried. “mm…” you moan against his lips, and he swallows it with another kiss as his hips start to buck up against yours.

you arent exactly sure when, but somewhere amidst the haze of the sloppy makeout you start to tug at each other’s clothes. his sweatpants? gone. your shirt and panties? halfway across the room. they’re all discarded carelessly until you’re both bare against one another. fuck, he feels so good, you think to yourself.

but your thoughts are cut short when he shifts your position, laying you on your side. your back is pressed flush against his chest, pink tip leaking against your ass. his arms wrap around your waist from behind, head settling into the crook of your neck. his hair tickles your cheek, but you don’t mind. just relax into him.

only then does he finally line himself up with your sopping hole. he glides in easily from how wet you are, but you still whimper a bit from the stretch. his calloused yet gentle hand rubs your tummy soothingly as he shushes you, keeping you steady. “shhh…’s okay. i got you.” he hums, voice low against the shell of your ear. he pressed a soft kiss right under your ear before trailing lower. he peppers little pecks all over your jaw and neck, occasionally leaving little nips and sucks that cause you to let out a shaky sigh. all the while he continues sinking in, inch by inch until he bottoms out with a wet squelch.

for a moment you two just lay there, catching your breath. his ruby eyes study your face, searching. and when he’s sure you’re okay, he starts to move. slow, deep thrusts that make your back arch instantly. “k-kats…!” you squeak, voice all high and breathy. he felt his own jaw clench from how tight you were. he nods into your neck, holding you close while he murmurs. “i know, baby…i know.”

but he still doesn’t stop, thrusting in and out at that agonizingly slow pace. wet plaps and the sound of skin on skin fills the room almost instantly.

one of his hands slide down, feeling the bulge of him in your lower tummy. the gentle pressure makes you squirm, twitching until it’s unclear whether you’re trying to push back onto him or get away. maybe both, considering how you’re whining desperately. “nghh…s-so deep, kats…” you breathe, moans leaving your lips. he hums understandingly, staying right where you want him—rutting against that spongey spot inside you that make you cry out softly.

his hand continues its journey further down, stopping when it reaches your puffy clit. his thumb brushes, starting to rub lazy, maddening circles that have your thighs quivering. “fuck…!” you squeak, clenching hard around him. he doesn’t let up, hand quickening a little while he continues to pound into you so sweetly.

“let it happen, baby...” he urges, lips grazing your ear. but if you listen close, his own voice shakes a bit; dead giveaway of how close he was too. though, it was already obvious from the way his thrusts became a bit less steady and a bit more desperate. his voice drops an octave as he whispers. “cum.”

you lose it the moment he says the word. your mouth falls open in a delayed, choked moan. your body convulses hard as you gush around him, eyes rolling back in your head.

he follows almost immediately, the feeling of you squeezing him so perfectly too much for him to handle. he lets out a loud, shaky groan as he spills in hot, sticky spurts. his eyes squeeze shut as his hips snap up against yours in quick, uneven ruts to fuck you both through it.

only moments later does he ultimately slow down, gradually coming to a stop. he’s still buried deep, head resting against your neck. his breaths come in soft, heavy pants against your skin. your chest rises and falls in sync with his, matching his own. he holds you close through all of it, not daring to let go for even a second.

it takes a while for you both to come down completely, but it happens. you’re both more steady now. less shaky. and a whole hell of a lot more tired. but neither of you minded, especially not you.

and after what feels like forever, he’s the first to move. one hand remains on your waist, the other moving up to tangle in your now messy hair. his fingers run through the strands in a familiar, comforting action. his head lifts just enough to press a soft kiss to your temple. “so damn needy.” he grumbles against your skin, but you feel the smirk on his face. you huff, rolling your eyes. though, a tiny giggle escapes you anyway. his low chuckle mixes with yours. he shakes his head in amusement, voice softening just a fraction. “did so well f’me, though.” he admits, warmth spreading through his chest.

you soak in the praise with a tiny, sleepy smile. his hand continues in your hair, sensing your increasing exhaustion. that was what this was all about anyway, right? that you couldn’t sleep?

well, this was the one thing that always made you knock out.

and of course, like clockwork, your eyes began to flutter shut. your breaths evened out, leaning back into him with a quiet, content hum. his expression softens against his will.

…cute, he thinks to himself.

he’s tired too, of course. but for a while he settled for laying there instead of going back to sleep, completely content with just spooning you. holding you. and as the night now early morning drifts on, he finds himself silently admitting that there was no better way to be woken up.

a/n: okay so this is a bit of a shorter oneee (don’t flame me i was high asf and sleep deprived when i wrote this 💔) but anyway there’s more coming possible double upload??? 🤭

the heavy gym doors burst wide open, the sound so loud it seemed to bounce off the walls. it revealed you standing there: hair perfectly done, nails painted cutely with little charms, dressed up in the cutest little sweater and skirt with your favorite jewelry and body glitter.

    "Kyo!!" you call out, voice echoing through the otherwise rather quiet room. the previous meeting that was happening between Seijoh's team had came to an abrupt halt at the sudden interruption, curious heads turning one by one.

all but one.

Kyotani knew that voice anywhere.

he turned around the quickest, sharp gaze meeting yours instantly. his earlier annoyed glare had softened, but a subtle scowl tugged at his lips anyway. you two were supposed to be hanging out today, sure. but you weren't supposed to meet up for about another hour. and you sure as hell weren't supposed to show up here.

it's not that he was ashamed of you or anything like that; not even close. really, he thought you were the most adorable thing he'd ever laid eyes on. it's just that you'd never met the team before, and who knew how they'd react. he hadn't even mentioned you before since he knew they'd be all up his ass about it.

he grumbled under his breath, bracing himself for the inevitable annoyance of his team bothering him. but nonetheless he parted from the group, walking over to you. his gaze wandered over you before settling onto your cute doe-eyes.

you meet him halfway, practically prancing over to him. you saw his scowl, and you knew he was getting ready to scold you. you weren't exactly supposed to come in yet...but you couldn't help it! you were just so ready to see him! you interrupted him before he could even say anything.

"okay okay, before you yell at me, i'm so so so so sorry!!" you squeak, continuing on. "i couldn't help it! i came here the second i was ready i was just so excited to see you!!" you beam, practically bouncing on your heels as you look up at him.

Kyotani's eyes narrow down at you, but soften anyway. they always did when you were around. he couldn't help it. he sighed at your eager rambling, cutting you off before you could talk your pretty little head off.

"t's fine. practice was basically over anyway." he huffs, voice lowering. partially because he didn't want his nosy teammates to overhear him being so soft. mostly because he wouldn't dare to ever use a voice any louder than that to you.

    "oh alright then!" you say simply, content as ever. you knew his tone was different when he spoke to you—it always was. but you were just convinced it was him being sweet. you continued, excited gaze never leaving his. "we're still getting boba, right? right?!" you ask, head tilting curiously.

    he just grunts with a curt nod in response, silently agreeing. he adverted his gaze, suddenly finding the wall very interesting. he wasn't trying to avoid you on purpose. not really. he just hated when you looked at him like that; all sweet and cute and...whatever it was that you did without even trying. it made his face feel all warm. he could already hear the murmurs and whispers of his team from across the court, nosily trying to find out who you were and why their "Mad Dog" hadn't blown up at you yet.

    you however seemed completely oblivious to your boyfriend's sheepish reaction, letting out a happy little squeal when he agreed. you giggled, smile spreading wide over your cheeks. the kind that made your eyes crinkle a bit at the corners.

    "kay! i'll go wait outside." you chirp, turning on your heel to go back outside. you ignored the confused and curious stares of his teammates and his coach—not because you were oblivious, but because you simply just didn't care. you had your eyes set on your favorite boy right now, and nothing else mattered.

     but you didn't even get halfway across the court when you paused, freezing like you'd forgotten something. he was still standing there, watching you retreat. you rushed back over to him, standing on your toes to press a soft, warm kiss to his cheek. it was habit for you. you wouldn't ever leave without giving him a kiss. even just a little one like that. why? because you wanted to and you could. that was all.

    after a brief moment you pulled away, eyeing the pink lipstick-mark on his cheek with a soft little giggle before turning around and heading outside for good this time.

    and Kyotani? he just stood there, looking like he'd been smacked in the face. you two had been together for a few months now, and he still hadn't gotten used to this; to you and your unashamed, unapologetic way of showing affection. you didn't care who was around or when.

    it wasn't like he had an issue with it. not even close. believe it or not, he loved it. but it never failed to fluster him, and that's where the whole issue began.

    he watched your giddy figure turn back around, face feeling strangely warm. he listened to the door shut, the weight of it ringing through the entire gym.

    for a brief moment, silence settled. some were genuinely lost, some curious, and some of them were absolutely shell-shocked. then, almost instantly, curiosity followed.

    "who was that fucking cutie??"

"dunno. never seen her before."

    "she must not be from around here, huh? she's too fucking sweet."

    various murmurs from his teammates seemed to blend into one another as they circled up, exchanging confused glances amongst eachother.

    but their gazes soon shifted, landing onto Kyotani from across the court. they wasted no time in calling out to him.

    "yo Mad Dog! that your girlfriend or something?" Matsukawa calls out, grin spreading across his face.

    Kyotani tensed like a coiled spring. his shoulders raised, jaw clenching tight. a scowl formed on his face as he turned around sharply, walking closer. but instead of stopping by he walked right past them, heading straight for the lockeroom to gather his belongings so you and him could leave already. but still he answered them anyway, voice a gruff mutter.

    "yeah, dumbasses. she's mine." he states, no question or doubt about it. but if you looked close, really close, the tips of his ears were red. flustered. but the scene only lasted for a split second, the door shut behind him with a loud click.

    but they managed to catch it. of course they did.

    their eyes widened collectively, all falling silent. they never EVER expected to see the Kentaro Kyotani; aka, their resident Mad-Dog, aka, their 'wild card', getting flustered.

    and they especially didn't expect that he would have a girlfriend. honestly, most of them weren't convinced someone as brash and obnoxious as him would ever get one—let alone one as cute as a doll like you.

    for a beat they all just stared at the shut door, completely stunned. did their ears deceive them???

    but no. he was dead serious. it seemed to dawn on them as a whole, exchanging a singular glance before following him in.

Kyotani internally groaned at the sound of the door opening. he was just now swapping his shoes and throwing on his jacket, and of course they just had to come follow. his eyes narrowed, getting irritated at the air itself. because maybe if it wasn't there, then they wouldn't be here bothering him. the questioning began instantly.

"what the hell, Mad Dog? why didn't you say anything?!" one shouts, paired with murmured agreements and nods from others. he didn't say a word, just let out a short, annoyed grunt.

"man, i didn't know you were talking to anyone! how long y'all been together?" another asks excitedly. his voice is dry and tight when he responds. though, he doesn't sound angry. not really. just really sheepish.

"few months." he grumbles, refusing to make eye contact with any of them. he swings his bag over his shoulder, overly ready to just leave.

but they kept going. the interrogation only worsened when he told them how long.

"damn, yall are really locked in." someone huffs, voice laced with approval.

however they were all soon cut off by a loud whine from the one and only Toru Oikawa.

"what do you mean that hothead has a girl before me!!" he pouts, eyes trailing up and down Kyotani suspiciously. like maybe this was all some huge dumb prank. "mind you— this is the same guy who had everyone fully convinced he was gay!" he complains, simply not seeing how that was fair.

Kyotani's eyes nearly bucked from his face, staring at the brunette as if he'd grown a second head. seriously? these fucking idiots thought he liked boys? i mean he knew they were stupid, but this was an entirely different level.

but Oikawa just scoffed, shaking his head. "cmon, dont play stupid. you're literally wearing eyeliner right now! that screams homosexual!" he huffs, clearly not believing it.

the tiny scowl present before deepening, lips pressing into a thin, irritated line. his brows furrowed, voice so low it was hardly above a murmur. "i'm not wearing eyeliner, cumface." he practically growls.

Oikawa just stared at him like he'd ran over a puppy. cumface? seriously? how the hell did he even think of that?! his offended gaze darted away quick, muttering profanities under his breath.

Kyotani just shrugged casually, giving him one last annoyed glance before walking off. without another word he was leaving the locker room, already walking back out to meet you.

he found you sitting at a bench just outside the gym, legs swinging happily as you walked watched the sun start to dip further and further behind the clouds. he felt his expression soften instantly. god, you really were just the most precious thing. for a moment he just stood there, allowing the warmth to spread through his chest.

after what felt like forever he finally walked up to you, voice loosening.

"hey..." he calls, tone shifting to something almost gentle.

you glanced back instantly, face forming a tiny, giddy smile. "hey, hey, hey!! you ready?" you squeak, sparkling eyes meeting his. he swore, he could melt right there.

a flush appeared on his cheeks, heart stuttering when your eyes met. but he didn't say a word. just nodded and held out his hand to help you up, silently agreeing. you grabbed on happily, rising to your feet.

you lead the way without question, already starting to talk his ear off. blabbering on about your day: what you ate, your new skincare routine, and some new dress you'd bought. all the while he stayed quiet, hanging onto every word. he'd occasionally make little hums and comments, just to show he was listening.

with you by his side, the two of you arrived to the shop in no time.

                     ✧･ﾟ༺♡༻ ･ﾟ✧

    hours later you find yourself in his bed. he's laid back against the pillows, one arm behind his head and the other hand resting on your hip. he holds onto you—not tight, just secure.

    you're laid at his side, arms around his middle, leg between his, head resting on his chest, and eyes practically already shut. you started off with a belly full of milk tea and a sugar rush, and now it'd crashed and left you absolutely spent.

    so, long story short, the two of you decided to crash at his place for the night. but now, the roles have switched. you're no longer so bright and bubbly. instead you were reduced to a sleepy, adorable mess that was nearly drooling on his chest.

    and for once, the usually silent Kyotani was actually speaking instead of responding. his voice was low, a soft hum in the quiet room. he rambled softly about his day, how practice went, all of it.

    you were growing increasingly heavy in his arms, and with how quiet you were being he couldn't help but wonder if you'd fallen asleep. but he kept going anyway, wanting to just get the words out. and when he made a certain comment about the whole "Oikawa-eyeliner" thing, he heard you snort.

    tiny. soft. amused. not quite a laugh, but close enough.

    oh. maybe you really were listening.

    his expression softened against his will at the revelation. he kept talking since it seemed to be grounding you, but his volume lowered to something gentler. more real. you noticed the change instantly. you didn't mention it though, just smiled to yourself and continued listening.

    his voice made his chest rumble softly with each word, that combined with his steady heartbeat resembling a lullaby for you. you fell in and out of consciousness, barley managing to stay awake for him.

    and Kyotani, noticing this, quieted down instinctively. his voice shifted from a talk to a murmur, then a whisper before dying down completely. one hand remained steady on your hip, the other that was previously behind his head now slowly moving to cradle your head against his chest.

    Kyotani was never really one for being all touchy, especially not for cuddling like this. but it was your love language, and he found himself liking it more and more. even seeking it out sometimes. like now, when he was encouraging you to lean into him more.

    you don't hesitate, letting out a happy, sleepy hum as you nuzzle against him softly. he was warm. so warm. like a big teddy bear you never wanted to let go of.

    and he just watched, eyes low and tired yet somehow fully focused on you. you were so cute like this. so...free. you were breathing slow, eyes shut, lashes fluttering against your cheeks.

    his gaze lingered for a bit, before allowing himself to relax too. his eyes shut slowly, grip only tightening as he held you closer.

    his head lolled forward as he began to drift off, face burying itself in your hair. his nose picked up on something sweet; your very familiar strawberry-vanilla scent. every day, you'd walk past him smelling like a bakery. and every day, he'd love it more and more.

    he was out within seconds, breaths evening out. but his mind managed to settle on one firm thought right before he knocked out:

    that you, his absolute angel of a girlfriend, was the only person who could tame this angry puppy.

    ...even if he refused to ever admit it.