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inexperienced ≠ oblivious i fear

this feels like age playing😭😭😭😭 cs why doesnt a woman (atleast should be over 18 for anyone youre writing for in regards to smut.) know when she’s turned on???? idk about you but i knew what being sexually aroused was by definition when i had a sexual education class in junior year of highschool..😬 or is the reader thats depicted in your fic not old enough?

i like your works sure but i just dislike and find heavily weird that general idea of reader being oblivious to basic things.

lemme guess, she doesnt know what std’s are either?

im sorry im obviously not writing about minors but i lowkey based it off of my own experience when writing it

not everybody gets the freedom to explore themselves sexually especially in strict households..

i was hella sheltered growing up (never had unsupervised internet access and was heavily restricted on what i could consume which was books, movies, shows, etc.) and i went to catholic schools that didnt even properly teach sex ED

Katsuki with an inexperienced girlfriend. He think she’s the sweetest thing ever and he didn’t even think twice on respecting her boundaries and understanding her situation. In fact, he wants to wait a while, maybe until you guys get to your first of dating before he really tries something but sometimes you’re just so unknowingly needy.

You’ve been feeling weird since the afternoon. you don’t know how it started, you were simply watching Katsuki spar with Eijirou and this weird feeling down by your stomach started to develop. You tried to drink some medicine, use a hot compress, even tried distracting yourself with your own work but the feeling only got worse.

Eventually you couldn’t handle it anymore.

It was a little past dinner when you called him.

The phone rings twice before he picks up.

“Hey doll.” Katsuki greets. Hearing his voice has the feeling in your stomach intensify and you couldn’t help but pinch your eyebrows together.

“Suki? Need your help.” You mumbled, turning over in bed.

You hear some shuffling on the other side of the call before he replies, “What’s wrong?”

“… My tummy feels weird.”

“What kinda weird baby?”

You try to explain the weird feeling as best as you can. Like a heat in your tummy that just won’t go away. Katsuki hums over the line as he listens patiently. Taking in every word.

“Mmm… Can you check something f’me doll?”

You nod your head before you realize your boyfriend can’t see you, “Yeah, I can.”

“Check if your panties are wet.” Katsuki mumbled.

“I didn’t pee myself ‘Suki.” You grumbled, cheeks flushing red from the sheer embarrassment of not just the situation but at what Katsuki was implying.

“I know baby, but just check f’me me alright? Bring your hand down and press against your panties and tell me if it’s wet.”

You do as he says and to your surprise, your panties are indeed wet. Overwhelmingly so that when you bring your hand back up there’s a bit of moisture on your fingertips.

“S’wet.” You mumbled into the phone shyly.

Katsuki hums and you can imagine him nodding his head in the way he does whenever he’s deep in thought.

“Wan’ me to come over ‘n fix it for ya?” Katsuki asked, voice low, “I can make that weird feeling go away baby.”

Yuuta had never really thought about sex. Not until you became his girlfriend but even then his thoughts were polite, tame, reserved — much like the rest of him.

All of that purity and self control shatters the moment Yuuta sees you wearing glasses for the first time. He hadn’t seen you wear them before this but Yuuta couldn’t really bring himself to bother about the details because he’s growing a hard on.

Your glasses aren’t even anything grand or special, just a pair of plastic frames that sit pretty on your face. Yuuta thought himself to be a respectful man so the fact that he’s turning this pure image of you into something sexual makes him feel like a complete pervert.

He doesn’t act on these thoughts at first. Forcing his erections down and ignoring it as much as possible but the thoughts only get dirtier.

What started as thoughts of kissing you with your glasses on spiraled into full on lewd images of you in different positions, glasses askew and fogged up. He imagines thrusting into you and jostling your glasses just enough that you have to push them back up your nose with shaky hands. And it gets him so hard. It comes to a point where Yuuta can only think about fucking you.

The first time was during your wedding. It was a beautiful day and he had promised himself that he wouldn’t cry, especially in front of all the guests. That would just be embarrassing. But once you start walking down the aisle, Suguru starts to shed a few tears and by the time you reach him at the altar he’s a blubbering mess of tears. He was barely even able to get through his vows because every time he looked at you more tears came pouring down his cheeks.

After that day he swore that he wouldn’t ever cry in public again.

The next time he cries in public is at Mimiko’s wedding. Of course, Mimiko and Nanako were his daughters so it was only right that he would walk them down the aisle, guiding them along the path towards their new life. But he’s been through a few weddings by now, so he was certain that he could handle himself this time around.

He’s standing right before the doors of the venue and Mimiko’s arm is linked with his own and he feels completely fine. In fact, he’s buzzing with excitement. Happy that his beloved Mimiko had found the person that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. However, the moment the piano starts and the doors open, Suguru once again starts bawling his eyes out.

By the time the reception started he was grumbling to himself. embarrassed as he dabbed his teary eyes with tissue paper. He was not going to cry again.

The third and last time he ever cried in public was during Nanako’s wedding.

Suguru had practiced for this one though. He constantly rewatched videos of you and Mimiko walking down the aisle and after the first few repeats, he had stopped shedding tears. He was ready this time.

Nanako’s wedding is much more grand with an overwhelming amount of guests compared to the last two times. So Suguru was truly determined to appear like a well put together father. He’s standing with Nanako outside the venue. The music begins and the doors open and slowly they begin to walk down the aisle together. They’ve made it down to the middle of the aisle and Suguru had yet to shed a single tar, this might just be it. But then Nanako slows down just a little and leans her head on her dad’s shoulder and whispers a quiet, “I love you dad.” and Suguru quite literally burst into tears at that very moment. By the time Nanako is standing in front of the alter, ready to stand with her soon to be husband, Suguru is a sobbing mess of a man and for a few minutes he refused to let Nanako go, earning a few laughs from the guests.

Neighbor Satoru who has the cutest cat, Mochi, that you’ve ever seen before in your life. She’s a beautiful chocolate point ragdoll and you always ask for pictures of Mochi, like almost every day. It started randomly. You’re walking down the hall one day and you just so happen to pass by a random apartment. The door is slightly ajar and out comes running Mochi! Thankfully you catch her and that’s how you meet Satoru. Since then you’ve been messaging Satoru for pictures of Mochi.

It starts off innocent at first. Cute pictures of Mochi loafing on the ground or with some cute hat that Satoru had bought online. But after a while Satoru can’t ignore just how cute his neighbor is and he starts to subtly flirt through the pictures. It starts of small, his hand on Mochi’s head or on her belly. From there it escalates to biceps included in the pictures, hidden by the fact that he’s simply carrying Mochi, it’s innocent enough. Maybe a bit too innocent because you don’t notice that he’s flirting with you at all and all your attention remains on the cat. After about a week of this subtle picture flirting Satoru gets frustrated and fed up and decides to be a bit more brash on his next attempt.

It’s another day and Satoru receives your message like clockwork.

Y/N mochi pleeaaaaseeeuuhhh

Satoru sends the photo. Mochi’s head barely in frame but just behind her head is a crystal clear view of Satoru’s abs. 6 pack more than visible and pulled taut just to emphasize the rock hard muscle.

The photo comes with a text.

Izuku was always ever the observant one. Always taking down notes and cataloging everything about almost anyone. You weren’t an exception. As his beautiful girlfriend, Izuku would do just about anything to make you happy! So he always took notes. He knows your favorite restaurants, he knows when you’re craving, he even knows what you sound like when you’re about to cry. So it isn’t out of the ordinary that Izuku also happens to know just how to angle his fingers to get you to squeak just for him. 

Neighbor!Katsuki who has always been a weird presence in your apartment building. He wasn’t a creep! He was just unreadable and unpredictable. He lived right across from you on the 3rd floor of your building. You didn’t see him all too much, the two of you bumped into each other probably less than three times in a week.  Neighbor!Katsuki had definitely caught your eye when you first moved in. He was a pro-hero for fuck's sake, one of the more handsome ones at that… and he lived right across from you. Your friends definitely gushed everytime you talked about him. But there wasn't much to talk about, you two barely interacted. The most you saw of him was when you came home a little later than usual or when you two occasionally bumped into each other in the mail room.  Neighbor!Katsuki who is probably way too aloof to pick up on your subtle hints at flirting. You did all you could! On hot summer days you wore your shortest shorts and a tank top and wandered by the hall in hopes of getting some ‘cool air’. Hell! You even knocked on his door once and politely asked him to check on your sink pipes because something seemed wrong. No matter what you did he just never looked your way! After a while you start to give up. Maybe neighbor!Katsuki just wasn’t interested. Sure, it broke your heart a little but never mind that, you were young and hot, you weren’t going to waste your youth sulking. Neighbor!Katsuki knew exactly what you were doing. He wasn’t stupid. Anyone with two eyes could tell that you had the hots for him. He just wasn’t sure how to deal with it. You were a university student and he was nearing his thirties! This had to be wrong in some sort of way (That’s what Katsuki tells himself when he catches himself staring at you for too long). So he resorted to just keeping his distance. Never got too close.  Neighbor!Katsuki was doing well up until you came home one night absolutely shit faced. He was just coming back from the convience store down the street when he found you stumbling up the stairs in the shortest dress imaginable. It was a miracle you hadn’t flashed your panties to the whole building yet and well, he wasn’t going to wait for that to happen.