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“katsuki, i’m watching it for research purposes.”

“research, my ass. you’re staring at my chest the whole time.” he points at the screen. “i see how your eyes drift, you pervert.”

you gasp, placing a dramatic hand over your chest.

“excuse you!? i take this ad very seriously, just so you know.”

a smile threatens to break across your face, but you fight it.

“oh yeah?” he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as well. “what’s the ad about then?”

you immediately freeze.

“ugh— it’s about…” your eyes dart to the screen. “uh…”

nothing. your brain comes up completely blank.

a second passes. then an idea hits.

“you don’t know your own ad, katsuki?” you fire back. “that’s so unprofessional.”

his smirk vanishes.

beach party with gf!mina ashido 18+ MDNI!!!

“you can’t seriously be thinking about making a campfire, we’re already melting!” your wrist is starting to get sore, flicking the paper fan over your face for a fleeting breeze and the illusion of it cooling you down. “it’s for the vibes,” denki makes a weird wave with his hands, only to get chopped right in the nape of his neck by an unimpressed katsuki.

“if you do make a fire, denks, we’re cooking you on it,” mina chirps, matching pink paper fan in hand. you giggle when they make funny faces at each other, sticking their tongues out and going ”bleeeh”. you still can’t wrap your head around how pretty your girlfriend is, heart-shaped eyes locked on her as she throws her head back and laughs your hand idly floating mid-air.

“—oi, oi! ‘m talking to you!” you’re - rudely - interrupted in the middle of your daydream by katsuki. “what.” you ask deadpanned, visibly annoyed, mirroring the ever-present scowl on his face. “denki, kyouka and hanta are going to grab more beers, eijiro and i are gonna go pick up the pizzas. can we trust you not to sneak away to do…whatever, and actually make sure they don’t rob us?”

“oh my god, kats, you’re still mad about that ball?” mina groans. “it was a damn good ball!” katsuki barks.

“you sure do seem to know a lot about balls…” you don’t exactly whisper, grinning when his ears start to turn red— whether he’s flustered, furious, or a mix of both you’ll never know. “what-fucking-ever. we’re going.”

“byeeee,” mina wiggles her fingers as the rest of the group leaves, and you both watch them disappear in the distance. once they’re out your line of sight, she turns to look at you. and oh, you know that look.

“babe, we might actually make katsuki mad if we—”

“if we what?” she coos with faux innocence, big doe eyes looking into yours as she tilts her head. “i wasn’t thinking about it, you perv! i can’t even look at my girlfriend without her thinking i want to pounce her?”

all you do is raise a brow, and she breaks instantly. “ugh, okay, fine!” she huffs, folding her arms over her chest. you try not to let your gaze wander downwards, where her pretty tits sit to fucking perfectly, hugged by that leopard print bikini. the memory of your teeth around the strings tugging it off her chest just this morning before leaving are much more vivid now.

“hey, eyes up here,” you hear her tease, two fingers under your chin guiding you to look at her. “what? i can’t look at you without you thinking i want to pounce?” you parrot her words back at her, earning a giggle. “touché.”

but she doesn’t withdraw her fingers, watching you for one beat longer, before pressing a quick peck to your lips that leaves you smiling like an idiot. “you want a popsicle? i’m pretty sure they’re half melted by now but i think it’s worth it before they’re nothing but sugar water.”

“sure,” you nod, resuming fanning your face and chest. moving to a more secluded part of the beach right before the sunset was a great idea, a rocky corner with high trees and bushes, but with enough sand to lay down your towels. the perfect spot to share greasy pizza and drink cheap beer, you might’ve even gone for one last dip in the ocean before heading home.

but you don’t know if you’ll make it to tonight alive, because mina is currently on all fours, the shortest denim shorts known to man hugging her ass, and sitting low enough on her hips to show the strings of her bikini bottoms tied in cute little bows on each side. “what flavor do you want? there’s lemon and blueberry,” you hear her speak up.

“boot— i-i mean blueberry!” you shake yourself, immediately correcting your slip-up. “mhm, blueberry it is,” she hums. “but do let me know when they start making booty flavor.”

you playfully roll your eyes, lips curling up in a smile. just for the sake of getting a sweet revenge you lean over, biting the back of mina’s thigh just below the line of her asscheek, making her yelp. “ow, you asshole!” she waves her free hand behind her back, trying to smack you off. “sorry, baby, ‘m sorry…” you murmur as you stifle a laugh, kissing over the mark to soothe the sting.

when you lay back, mina sits on her haunches, holding out your popsicle before she shuts the cooler. you grab it from her hand, teeth ripping the plastic wrap before you take the wooden stick between your fingers. “ew, it’s already sticky,” you grimace, quickly putting the sugary ice between your lips and sucking the juice out with a loud slurp!

“yeah we gotta eat it quick and pray we don’t get brain freeze,” mina tears the wrapper with her hands instead, from the top, wrapping her lips around the popsicle and guiding the plastic down. once again you’re rapt, the moan that bubbles low in her throat at the refreshing taste sending a spark right between your legs.

and before you know it, sugary juice is dripping down the sides of your mouth, droplets falling right onto your chest, sliding down your fingers, your wrist. “shit!” you wine, catching the beading liquid at the bottom of the popsicle, angling the stick at an angle. mina laughs, the bunched plastic in her hand preventing her from making your same mistake. “you’re so cute when you’re clumsy,” she teases with a giggle.

when you’re finally done eating, you’re a mess. your skin is sticky with sweat and sugar, wrist covered in faint blue stains. mina, however, only had to lick her fingertips and she was all good. “awww, look at you…baby’s all messy,” she chirps playfully, reaching for your hand. “want me to clean you up?”

and you would be the most idiotic of idiots to say no to your girlfriend washed in golden sunlight, pretty face framed by pink strands of hair that fell from her ponytail and wrapping her lithe fingers around your wrist. you can only watch in awe as she brings it to her mouth and start giving kitten licks over the remnants of sugary juice.

she moves closer, your forearm now trapped between her perfect tits as she shifts her focus on your neck. “baby…” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her lips on your sensitive, heated skin. “hm?” she purr against your throat. “i’m just cleaning you up, i’m not doing anything dirty…yet.”

you hiss when she lets her teeth graze your collarbone lightly, her other hand landing on your thigh for leverage, while the one that was holding your wrist guides your palm until it’s cupping her breast. you both moan at the same time. “mina, the others—”

“i’ll be quick, pinky promise,” she hums between soft mwahs over your chest. “can’t let them see what a mess you’ve made, right?”

then she’s kissing over the fabric of your bikini top, until her lips are closing around a perked nipple. you clamp your free hand over your mouth to stifle a loud moan, your back oh so obediently arching into the stimulation. “b-babe…baby…” you whine, heat pooling between your legs and you know your lower bikini piece is ruined.

“mmhh…almost done,” she mumbles, before turning her attention to your other nipple. “play with me, baby…need you so bad.”

your lips are parted in labored breaths, shaky fingers kneading the soft plushness of her breast, thumb brushing over her hardened nub. just as she’s about to unbutton her jeans shorts, a phone vibrates next to you. mina sighs, turning looking around until she catches the culprit, the name kyouka stamped in bold letters at the top.

“yeah?”

“you girls have all your clothes on?” you hear her crackly voice through the speaker. “unfortunately, yes. you just ruined the mood,” mina rolls her eyes.

“good!” she sarcastically rebuts. “because we’re back, just parked the car now. figured i’d check in and save you guys the embarrassment.”

“oh man, on the day i was thinking of filming it and sending it into the groupchat!?”

“not funny,” you and kyouka say simultaneously. mina sticks her tongue out at you. “you’re both so lame, the pizza better be goddamn good. see ya.”

after she ends the call you look at her. “seriously, sending our sextape in the groupchat? for free?” you shake your head, feigning disappointment. “i bet you my left asscheek denki would buy it even if we put it up for a million yen,” she shrugs.

you sigh. “yeah i guess he would…hey, did you hear that him and hanta allegedly filmed one?”

“WHAT!?”

┊┊a/n. hope i didn't get too rusty over these days without writing...making my big comeback with some good ole yuri who cheered -> if you want to see hanta and denki's "alleged" sextape click HERE!! (by courtesy of the lovely @tentypos)

genre: smut; wc: 1,2k; female reader; mdni;

You have been thinking about it all day.

It made you feel like a damn creep, but it wasn’t your fault Katsuki moved around the house like that — shirtless, sweats hanging low on his hips, boxers peeking over the waistband and that little happy trail teasing…

You were about to fucking lose it.

And he didn’t even notice.

Not the way you held your breath when he brushed past you. Not the way your skin tingled under his casual touch. Not the way his voice, deep and rough, sent shivers down your spine, stirring something dark inside you.

You wanted to hear more of it, wanted to hear him whimper, groan, let himself go beneath you until—

“What do you wanna eat?” He asked, scrolling through the delivery apps on his phone, perched on the bed, legs spread, still shirtless, still unaware.

“Hmm… what I want isn’t on the menu,” you mused, stepping closer.