tags/warnings: suna x reader, smau, post timeskip, friends w/ benefits, kms mention, threesome, sexual content, jealousy, possessiveness, suna’s down bad, mdni

tags/warnings: fem reader, sexual content, accidental cockstepping, feet (-_-💢 i am scared of feet but this is something), submissive character

a/n: saw this and remembered i wrote something along those lines so. yay

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bakugou comes in from patrol, sweaty, scowling, muttering about “dumb fuckin’ extras,” and then settles down on his knees in front of the couch like always, shoving his head against your thigh for pets.

you push your fingers into his hair automatically, nails scratching at his scalp absentmindedly while you continue to look at your phone, and he groans. deep.

without even thinking about it, you cross your legs or shift a little— and suddenly the ball of your foot presses right against up against his cock.

his whole body jerks. one hand clamps around your calf, the other fisting into the cushion by your hip.

you blink down at him, eyes wide as you draw back a little. “oh, shit sorry, baby—”

“don’t—” he huffs into your knee, tugging your leg back down against him. “… don’t move it.”

you feel his breath hot against your sweats as he pants, grinding slowly and steadily into your foot.

you keep petting him, tone soft, teasing:

“sweetheart… you really that desperate? my poor baby.”

he groans, shoving his face harder into your thigh, the hand on your calf squeezing like it’s the only thing tethering him.

you shift your foot deliberately this time, pressing with just enough pressure to give him something to chase.

he gasps, muffled against your leg. “… fuck.”

when you coo, “good boy. use it if you need to,” he whines into your skin, rutting shamelessly while you just keep scratching his scalp like he’s your overstressed pet.

anyways

me when bakugou:

dont get me started on having hinata types in ur 8 am NURSING LAB. im glad they dont have realistic surgical tools

Suna types? hey listen they’d make my eye twitch AND *redacted * too i cant hate honestly. i’ll be 40 and still want rintarou types BAD

when the doorbell rings, she's scooping up her backpack and unzipping it quickly, slapping a folded up piece of paper on the table before running off around the corner. you follow her, exchange some pleasantries with her dad, wish him a happy father's day, give your daughter a hug and tell her you'll see her in a few days.

she stands in the doorway and shouts, loud, the high pitch in her voice echoing off the ceiling. "bye dabi!" and when he says it in return, she ends with, "i love you!"

(you don't miss the twist of your ex-boyfriends lips, his clear disaste for touya souring his expression.)

(you don't miss touya's hesitant pause from the kitchen, his voice scratchy and low when he calls back, "love you, too, kid.")

after she's gone, you mosey on back to the kitchen to see him leaning over whatever she'd left him; a piece of construction paper, colorful and a bit messy and crinkled, but all her nonetheless.

it's a picture of she and touya as little stick figures, him much too tall, hair dark and spiky. in between them, you think, is a drum-set, a call-back to the time he'd brought her to the bar he works at before it opened, during the day, and he'd let her bang around on all the instruments and be as loud as she'd wanted.

happy fathers day i love you is written across the top in bright pink, a little hard to read, but there regardless. touya stares at it quietly, only coming back to life after you run a hand over his back gently.

"mom's gonna lose it when she sees this," he murmurs quietly, shaking his head as if the idea is ridiculous.