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he fucking hates it, disgusted by it. what is there about him to like? he snaps at you, he avoids working with you on missions and he always declines your offers to hang out with your friends and… and… he’s here for one reason only, to gain experience to be the best hero and fuck off home after.

you shouldn’t like him, you’re better than this. he can barely look you in the eyes and he doesn’t mean to sharply inhale when he can smell your perfume in the room before he can see you. there are piles of guys at the agency that fawn over you, offer you drinks, equipment upgrades, dates. your fan mail now has three postboxes compared to everyone else who shares. he’s never given you shit, this feels like a fucking joke.

so when you lean on the bar, body facing him while he’s trying to find a bartender to get another soda water, you have the nerve to look insecure around him.

“dynamight… bakugou? i don’t know which you prefer, out of the agency?”

he sees how you command a room, how you wore these new shoes and the next day four women in the agency were wearing them. you’re wearing a vest that’s low cut and he’s not a teenager but from how you’re leaning on the bar, it’s a conscious effort to look away.

bakugou grunts like he’s already annoyed and you’re bothering him, “i don’t give a fuck. what do you want?”

and you don’t scurry under his gaze. not intimidated by his heavy brow bone that holds his two furrowed wheat blonde brows or how his ruby irises glisten as they squint.

“okay, so you might have probably guessed… but i have a small crush on you,” you bite down softly on your bottom lip, fiddling with the hem of your vest, “do with it what you want. it was just killing me not telling you!”

bakugou has no clue what to say about that. you’re about a foot shorter than him and he can see the rest of the agency members staring over at you two, guessing what you could possibly be talking about. he’s had girls confess to him before, he gets the most fanmail back home but women like you?

“why?” he spits, grabbing the soda water the bartender places in front of him and clutching the cold glass. you’re making his skin flush, his cheeks warm. he feels like his hands are going to start prickling from his quirk with how sweaty he’s become.

you laugh, even a snort falling out which makes your eyes widen in shock. “fuck,” you mumble under your breath, “ignore that, thanks. what do you mean why?”

bakugou has no clue what to make of you, what to do about you. “why the fuck do you like me? i’m not gonna be your bitch buyin’ you shit and cleanin’ every step you’re about to make.”

you roll your eyes, taking a swig of the beer you brought over. then you really think about his question for a few seconds, licking the foam across your top lip. bakugou’s eyes follow the motion until he remembers why you’re both in silence.

“why?”

“i think you’re sexy, pretty eyes too.” you point at his face, but then your eyes travel to his chest, “and your body. and… and i like how you don’t take shit from anyone and you’re good at your job.”

it’s like more reasons are flowing into you the more you talk, each one popping into you like a new idea.

“and you’re kinda shy around me—,”

“the fuck i am.”

“—which i think is cute and you always listen in briefings, never messing around. i also like how you act like you don’t really care about us but in missions you’re always around for back up if needed. chia told me she would’ve had her head sliced off if you didn’t push her out the way. i like that.”

“she needs to pay attention—,”

“oh and i like how you only speak when spoken to.”

that makes bakugou blink at you, “what is that supposed to mean?”

you’re talking with your hands now, “like you only talk to me if i talk to you. it’s very polite.”

bakugou feels as if someone’s knocked him out and woke him up in an alternate universe. how the hell can you interpret his behaviour as polite?

then he visibly sees the attraction on your face. you’ve got a small smile as you gaze at his biceps, thick and present in his black t-shirt, watching his lips pink and wet on his glass and then up to his eyes tilting your head slightly.

“is that enough reasons for you?”

bakugou looks away from you, facing forward towards the bar. physically you’re his type, you’re everyone’s type but he’d choose you in a room full of beautiful women if he had to. your personality, well there’s a couple things he likes about you despite how annoying you are.

“i don’t want to date you.”

“oh,” and you nod sharply, standing up straighter, “that’s okay, was just letting you know—,”

“i don’t date in general. i don’t date anyone.” it’s nothing personal, he’s trying to say.

“you’re not a virgin are you? you can’t be looking like that?”

bakugou’s eyes almost fall out of his head, usually he’s the direct one but sex… it’s still new for him, not a subject he can just talk about with anyone.

“what the fuck? no. i’m not, i’m not sayin' that.”

“ha, thought so,” you smile like you’ve got an answer right.

“i’m sayin’ i dont fuckin’ date so if you want a lil boyfriend i’m not doin’ that shit.” he finalises, looking at you to check your reaction.

he’s got no clue what you’re thinking, a frown like you’re trying to work him out. then you drink the rest of your beer and wave over the bartender. the guy notices you immediately, rushing over with big blinking eyes for your request.

“another beer please. thank you!”

then you’re back to bakugou, “what do you do?”

“hah?”

a fresh beer in front of you, “it’s on the house.”

you practically sparkle, fluttering your eyelashes, “thank you, honey.”

bakugou doesn’t know what it is that rumbles through him, piercing holes through the bartender until he rushes away to the other side of the bar.

“if you don’t date, what do you do? fuck?”

sex clearly is easy for you to talk about. he wonders if you have it often, with who? how do you like it? it’s curiosity and temptation that makes him ask. this is the longest conversation you’ve ever had with each other.

“sometimes. don’t you?”

“sometimes,” you laugh. then you level him with a stare like you’re trying to figure out what’s at the back of his mind, “i think we’d be good at it together.”

he can’t tell if you’re flirting or you’re being genuinely honest. you’ve never really flirted with him he thinks, or not that he’s aware of. definitely not anything like calling him honey and that shit you just did with your eyes. you’re more upfront, kind to him. for fucks sake.

what’s even worse is bakugou doesn’t even know if he could satisfy you. he barely isn’t a virgin, with two girls in very basic missionary where he wasn’t even sure if they orgasmed or not.

“i… you… you can’t say shit like that.”

he pictures pleasuring you, eating you out in his bed with your knees on his shoulders or dropping to his knees in a closet in the agency while you have your hero gear on. he thinks about you declining gifts other guys get you and asking whether he wants to go home with you. he’s always fucking speaking when spoken to.

you exhale a small laugh, “i’m sorry. i’ll leave you. just… think about it. i’m fine with not dating.”

probably because you could date anyone you wanted so you have no reason to long for him. you take your beer with you as you spin around, jeans tight around your ass and flared past your thigh.

he hears you laugh loudly to the rest of the agency members, “i was just asking him who made his suit! he’s so stealthy on the field.”

bakugou swallows his soda water in one gulp, wiping his mouth and leaves without saying a word.

it’s only when he gets back to his small apartment that he finds your number in a group chat he has with all the agency heroes. your pretty profile picture, you sitting across a restaurant table with your head resting in your palm.

he jabs his fingers across his phone screen to type out a message.

This is my address if you ever want to come around: xxx

your reply only takes three minutes,

i’ll let you know :)

bakugou would have thought that conversation was a fever dream if he didn’t have the texts to prove it. you give him even less attention than you did before. still involving him in conversations, standing next to him in briefings which pisses him off so much that he just offers his seat to you so he stands instead. now he finds you in a room first, your eyes so much slower to find his face unlike before when you were always staring.

he did however, listen to two lower level heroes complain about how one of them asked you on a date to which you politely declined that you have a crush on someone else. he fucking hopes that’s still him.

he’s itching for you to ask to come over and every time he sits in his temporary apartment the loneliness that was welcome before only feels like a punishment. 

so the next day in the agency, he storms over to where you’re sitting on a table with a group of your hero girlfriends showing them something on your phone.

“yn, i need to talk to you,”

the conversation dies immediately and bakugou has three pairs of eyes staring at him, each for a different reason. he tries to only focus on yours, then the phone in your hand which is a photo of you in a lingerie shoot for a brand.

ruby eyes flicker to you then the screen then you. you’re crawling on the ground, in a red and white lingerie set, christmas themed with white fluff along the bra cups and your panties waistband. you look insane, smooth, gorgeous and fuck…

you tilt your head at him, placing your phone in your lap.

“what’s wrong?” he never talks to you first.

“i need to fuckin’ talk to you.”

your girls look at you with a frown so you shrug, hopping off the table and walking over to him. he’s in a white t-shirt this time, black baggy cargo trousers and his chunky black boots. it makes your mouth water staring at him, even the perfectly faded hair on his nape and the scars along his arms. the scar on his cheek is your favourite, you’ve spent a few nights imagining kissing it, having it against your thigh, sitting on—

“not here,” he mumbles and dynamight, bakugou, grabs your hand in front of everybody and drags you into an empty meeting room.

your eyes are wide in shock as he locks the door behind him and pulls down all the blinds.

“everyone is going to think we’re having sex in here.”

you notice his stomach tense first, then his jaw.

“you’re always talking about fuckin’.” he grunts like it pains him, walking over to you with crossed arms.

nothing about him terrifies you, it only intrigues you more. “so why’d you drag me in here?”

bakugou knows how he’s going to sound before he says it, how he’s gonna sound like one of those bitch loser boys that follow you around the agency and listen to you decline their offers. but you always do it nice enough that they stay close.

“why haven’t you texted me?”

“have you texted me?”

you’re about to pull out your phone to check but bakugou shakes his head, “no.”

“then? what am i texting you?”

bakugou feels like his head is about to explode, that he needs to punch a sand bag to let out some steam or something. he’s all agitated, scratching the back of his head as you lightly perch your ass on the massive table, resting your arms behind you as you lean back. you’re not even giving him your full attention.

“you wanted to date me, you told me that and i haven’t heard shit from you since.”

“i said i was okay with you not wanting to date me. did you want to hear from me, dynamight?”

you’re taunting him, trying to draw something deep within him out for you to play with. you’re in a matching white gym set, a tennis skirt and a tight vest because you have quirk training in an hour, just like he does.

you’re gazing at whatever leftover paperwork is on the table when he steps in close to you. both your feet between his legs.

bakugou is large, overwhelming. smells sweet with a face that is even sweeter.

“hmm?” you ask, tilting your head up at him.

“do you always get what you want?” he growls and you notice his gold canine, “i’m not a fuckin’ plaything, yn.”

“i never said you were. you never said you liked me or wanted to date me or have sex with me. you just sent me your address. use your words, dynamight. a girl is getting mixed signals here.” you drawl. 

he’s yet to touch you but you feel him. the heat from his skin and you just have to lean in for his forearms to press against your breasts.

your hair falls behind you as you look up at him, leaning back on your arms. you’re expectant, open.

“i hate that i like you. everyone fuckin’ likes you.” he spits and you smile like he’s confessed his undying love for you.

“you’re cute.” you cheese and he steps into your space, so you feel how hard he is against your lower stomach.

“don’t call me that. nothin’ about me is cute,” he grits his teeth.

you’re stunned at how riled up you’ve got him. it’s only been three days since he texted you, since the conversation at the bar and he’s reeling for you. the feeling of his crotch has you feeling delirious, opting to sit up on the table to press your breasts into him.

“it would be cute if you got on your knees for me.” you suggest, pouting your lips like it’s a valid option. your nails tap against the wooden table.

bakugou splutters. yes he’s thought about this, yes in the agency, yes with you. but now faced with the opportunity he’s a fumbling idiot, “i’m not doin' shit for you in the agency. we fuckin’ work here.”

you roll your eyes like a spoilt princess. hand on his chest to push him away from you, “fine then, i’m going to get ready for my session—,”

bakugou can only think of you going to get it from someone else, someone in the agency, one of your beloved fans, just anyone fucking else that isn’t him. his cock pulses against his zipper, he feels as if he’s losing blood to his brain.

“for fucks sake,” he wraps his fingers around your wrist to shove you back onto the table and to your joy, dynamight gets on his knees for you.

you giggle, fucking giggle at him, as he flips up your skirt to face your plain white laced underwear. the band is the same as that brand sponsor you were showing your girlfriends earlier. he cocks his jaw at the patch of wetness, a dark grey that highlights the shape of you.

“you don’t wear shorts under this? you want all the fuckin’ losers here to see your pussy?” he curses, barely able to contain himself. you notice him reach down to adjust himself, pressing his palm on his crotch for some type of release.

“i put them on later, dynamight. they’re a little suffocating.” you rake your hands through his hair, catching him by surprise. he’s like a dog when he leans into you, surprised he likes it himself, “i’ve always wanted to do that. you’ve got such thick hair.”

it’s the compliments. the fact you’ve thought about him.

“katsuki. my name is katsuki.”

you don’t have it in you to reply yet as katsuki roughly pulls down your panties and presses on your stomach so you lean back. you obey, letting him push apart your thighs.

the groan he releases is the best praise you could ever get, how he stuffs his head between your legs and inhales, his eyes closing shut.

“you’re so fuckin’… fuck,”

he feels obsessed, addicted just by sight and smell. what pisses him off the most is that he knew you’d be like this, fucking pretty everywhere. with your neat patch of hair and your clit, a bulging little button right at the top. your hole tenses around nothing and bakugou only feels like a virgin in this the moment, acting on instinct because he’s never eaten a woman out before.

fuck knows he’s not admitting that to you.

“i’m what, katsuki?”

“you’re gorgeous, i don’t needa tell you.”

“my first compliment from you. i’m so lucky,” you drawl, opting to lay back on your forearms and hang your head back. he’s not sure if you give a fuck about him, he’s not sure if he even cares right now.

bakugou lifts your thigh onto his shoulder, holding your hips down and putting his face where he’s wanted. he goes off your reactions, your moans and twitches.

he knows when he’s doing particularly good when you grip a tuft of his hair, holding him to your pussy with strength he didn’t know you possessed. he laps you up, swallows what he can. it’s your clit that drives you insane, every suck has you gasping abruptly, your hand flying to your mouth so you’re not loud. every time he moans into you, your thigh jolts, squeezing his head and locking him in. he thinks you’re close, when your breathing begins to stutter, your chest rising so far up your breasts cover your face.

that’s when he takes his lips off you, just for a second but that’s enough for you to look down at him with a glare that rivals his on his worst days.

“why’d you stop?” as soon as the words leave your lips you’re faced with a picture of sex. your clit rings a dull throb through you at the sight of bakugou katsuki, lower half of his face coated in your shine as he leans against your thigh, aroused out of his mind, eyes half shut. you might have bitten off more you can chew with this one.

“patience. did nobody teach you that?” he rolls his eyes at you.

though he’s not up for torturing you for long as he presses his lips into your thigh at the same time two of his thick fingers slide into you. it feels delightful, pleasure spreading through you like waves hitting rocks. he curls his fingers, brushes them against your walls and creates a rhythm, one that sounds wet and gushy.

“katsuki… oh fuck, you’re so, this feels so good,”

bakugou’s first smile when he landed in this city rises on his cheeks because he’d be an idiot not to with words like that from a woman as gorgeous as you. his first time doing foreplay and he’s got you shaking, gripping the wrist he’s fingering you with for stability.

he bites down on your thigh and your hand finds your mouth again, biting down on your fingers so you shut up.

“next time we’re doing this it’s in my fuckin’ apartment like i said. i wanna hear you scream for me.”

once he’s sure he’s left bruises along your thighs, he kisses your clit, fingers pistoling inside you.

“you gonna come for me, pretty girl? you look like you’re fallin’ apart.” he’s grinning like a mad man, all his teeth on show, holding your legs apart because they keep trying to lock around his head.

“y-yes, katsuki. wanna come so bad,” you splutter, fingers in his hair, laying back against the table. “please.”

he lets you, lips around your clit as he sucks harshly, lacking any finesse but that’s how you like it apparently. messy, rough, everything. he keeps his fingers going as you begin to mumble shit he can’t make out. your back arches off the table, thighs tensed.

you’re orgasming, you’re coming on his fucking face.

“oh my fuh—oh,” you garble, then a gasp and a trapped moan against your hand.

bakugou keeps going until you push him off you with a hand on his forehead. he moves, blinking up at you dazed, his smile refusing to die down. getting a job done, fuck, making you orgasm feels better than whatever he’s ever done before. in his sex life, in his career.

“s-sorry overstimulated,” you breathe, laying back on the table just to regulate yourself. getting your breathing back to normal, your thoughts out of the fuzzy desperation of a release.

bakugou stands up, cock painfully pressed against his cargos though he doesn’t touch himself. just looks at where your skirt is still unflipped as he sucks his two fingers, then wipes across his face with the back of his hand.

“you have a pretty smile,” you say, slowly sitting up.

you look exhausted, sleepy, definitely not as lively as you usually look in the morning. all because of him.

“fuck off with the compliments,” he rumbles. the smile drops as soon as it arrives, instead being replaced with a hot flush on his cheeks.

“you love them. if anything katsuki,” you say sweetly, so sweet he’s following your lips for more, “i’d say you have a crush on me.”

“i like eating your pussy out,”

you roll your eyes, hopping off the table and pulling up your underwear to get ready to leave. you’re fixing your clothing, leaving your hair how it is. you look at the clock, you’ve both got ten more minutes.

“i already told you i like you. that’s the fuckin’ same as a crush.”

you look over at him, that few seconds of silence made him overthink. your cheeks swell simply at how cute the word sounds coming from his mouth. you hop back over to him to stand right under his chin. you like that he hasn’t asked for you to touch him, how he’s only touched himself once since you’ve been here.

“still don’t wanna date me?”

he can feel your breath on the lower half of his face and you can smell yourself on him. bakugou wants to kiss you, every neuron in his brain is telling him to do it. so he leans in, his top lip brushing against yours until your hand slips between both your lips.

“i don’t kiss on the first date or even before it,”

“you let me do all that before taking you out.”

“because you looked like you wanted to do it so badly, katsuki.”

“don’t make it sound like you let me do that for myself?”

“didn’t i?”

you spin out of his grasp, hand on the door knob, “walk out a few minutes after me and fix your hair. you look like you just gave me head.”

then you’re out and bakugou feels like ripping something apart when the first thing he hears is you thanking someone, a guy, for saying your hair looks pretty today.

he closes his eyes and counts to ten. then readjusts himself in his trousers. he takes his hand through his hair, using his phone camera to check he’s somewhat decent.

you drive him insane, you’re annoying, irritating. he turns out of the meeting room, back to where all the heroes are standing in time for training. he finds you first but you’re already immersed in a big group, chatting away while everyone listens like it’s gospel. it almost has his legs dragging towards you, until you notice him. you don’t stop talking but you wink at him. your left eye and you’ve reapplied gloss, lips shiny.

he’s fucked and what’s worse is he thinks he dug his own hole getting involved with you. especially as he can see another guy staring at you like you hung the moon and one with his head held high, storming over to you asking a question. you shake your head though, seeing you mouth something about training.

when the clock strikes for you to get started with training, you first look for bakugou. weaving through the crowd of heroes guided by his blonde head. once you begin to walk, you’re side by side and he brushes his fingers against yours.

“if i date you, you’re gonna claim me? stop all these other fuckers askin’ you out?”

“i’m not a possession, katsuki. depends on how the dates go.” then you mumble something to your friend, nodding. then back to him, “i’ll see you later, okay?”

it’s the first time he notices a wave of questioning in you and bakugou wants to quell that flame instantly.

“yeah. yes. later.”

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sucking him as if it’s your last meal on earth, your eyes roll to the back of your skull at the taste, cheeks hallowing to suck ‘n swallow down his length, letting it swell in the flesh of your cheeks.

“fuck, y-you’re so good t’me baby,” he’s throwing his head back, hand gently coming up to cup the side of your blown out cheek, mouth mumbling, “what’i do to deserve this?”

you come off his cock with a ‘pop!’ hand slowly jerking off the length of his dick, palm swirling around the girth. “nothin’,” you mumble, voice hoarse. your tongue sticks out over your lower lip to trace at the underside of his tip, moaning at the way his skin practically melts into your tastebuds, “just wanted to taste you, eiji.”

his hips buck off the bed at that, rock hard abs stuttering at the gentleness you’re smothering him with. “s-shittt! can’t say things like that unless you want this t’be over quick!”

“that’s okay,” you mumble, tongue kitten licking the pearly beads of salty precum continuously painting the head of his mushroom cock, wide eyes gazing up at him through batted lashes, “but i was hoping to stay here all night though.”

cutting the conversation short with a devious motion, your jaw slacks fully to suck his cock back down your throat. you get him halfway down and swallow, eyes prickling with tears when he’s hitting the back of your throat, head pulsating in your warm canal.

you were pulling out all the stops today. purposefully wearing non-waterproof mascara and sticky lipgloss for the special occasion, you even practiced pressing your thumb into your palm ‘n squeezing it real tight in hopes to prevent yourself from gagging on his thick cock, wanting to give him a show.

unfortunately for you, you underestimated just how big your boyfriend was. eight massive inches of throbbing cock cramming your throat wide open, the hinges of your jaw practically screaming for relief as you force him down inside. thankfully, your lips take him half way, head rising up to swirl around his spongey cockhead, mouth filling with spit each time your head glides back down the length, the noises squelching in the air.

kirishima groans, hips unable to hold back thrusting into your throat, “ahh shit—there you go baby doll, takin’ m-me so well.”

drool begins to gather past your sore cheeks, the fat globs of spittle easily spreading over his shaft. with a deep breath you take him as far as you can go, the pulsating head halting at the hitch in the roof of your mouth.

your hand finds his gently grazing the side of your face, moving it to rest the back of your head. you press his fingers into your scalp, pushing yourself down, down, down! until your nose tickles the dark patch of hair on the base of his cock, your way of silently allowing him to have his own way with you, the pace quickening.

“breathe through that nose sweetpea, look so pretty c-chokin’ on my cock.” he’s grumbling, words drowning in saccharine honeysuckle, feeling his grunts and moans rumbling in your ears.

you listen to his advice, taking a shaky inhale to alleviate the pressure from his cock fucking your mouth silly, your uneven breathing shaking through you, eyes prickling with salty tears.

you can tell he’s close by the way his breathing picks up, thick meaty thighs clenching every time you gag around him.

“touch y-yourself for me, baby.” kirishima begs, eyes prying open to get a glimpse of your frame beneath him, “gotta get her all wet ‘n r-ready f’me.”

it’s easy to listen when he begs so nicely. shaky fingertips begin traveling down your navel to prod at your sticky pussy through your soaked panties, fingertips easily dipping past your slippery entrance.

“mmm,” your gagging, slick covered digits swiping over your clit, circling wild figure eights to the gooey flesh.

you’re instantly relieved, hips thumping against your fingers like a bunny whilst kirishima fucks his cock into your mouth, the pleasure undeniably building in your core as he uses you to get off.

it feels a little dirty letting him abuse your mouth and throat in such a compromising position, yet the look on his face is enough for you to keep going, your free hand drifting down to fumble with his heavy balls.

kirishima looses his mind. the hand gripping your head now uses it to his full advantage, pushing and pulling you up and down his length, your gags only pushing him further past the edge.

“gonna c-cum down that—fuck! that t-tight lil’ throat! a-are you gonna let m-me?” he’s asking, lips swollen and shaded a deep maroon hue from just how much he’s been gnawing at them.

you respond with a moan, cunt tightening around nothing as you feverishly prod at your clit. your core almost hurts, wanting to cum and pleasure kirishima at the same time confusing your hand motions, forgoing your own movements as he fully fucks into you now, your clit going neglected and unappreciated.

“ah—fuck, fuck, fuckkkk!” kirishima grunts, hips suddenly stopping as he pulls you back, leaving your breathless mouth wrapped justtt around his tip.

instantly met with sticky pearlescent ropes of cum that rapidly begin to pump on your tongue, you suck him dry, letting the salty liquid drip down the back of your sore throat. you swallow every last drop, lips pursing to lap up any leftover seed that leaks from his sensitive slit.

swollen lips finally pull of off him, chest panting as you lean backwards into your aching legs, knees surely bruising at the uncomfortable angle on the floorboards.

“god you’re amazing, come here sweetpea,” kirishima shakily orders, strong arms holding your wobbily body up to the side of him, placing a fat sloppy kiss to your lips, moaning when he tastes himself on your tongue. “you still need to cum, ‘s that right?”

You were stirring some cut up potatoes on a pan when your tits were suddenly being groped.

You gasped, flinching for a second before relaxing — you then felt his breath by your ear but he didn’t say anything.

You continued as if nothing was happening but that wasn’t to his liking so he squeezed harder. You bit your lip and remained focused, only moving your right hand to stir while your left held the handle of the pan.

His right hand let your breast go and you thought he’d stop there until it started making its way down your stomach.

“Miguel-“ you gasp as his hand went lower.

“Hm?”

“I’m making breakfast-“ you stammer out and he hums quietly, “I see that baby, why?”

You couldn’t help but scoff, “W-Why- you said you were hungry-“

He chuckles and his hand went down between your legs, “Who said I was hungry for food…”

You turn your head to face him and give him a little scoff, “but you already-“

He gives you a little shrug and a wide grin, “well I’m still hungry, you know I can never get enough of you.”

His fingers moved his shirt you were wearing with ease while you tried to pretend it didn’t affect you.

“You say that but I know you’re also hungry-“ you scoff then moan when his fingers reach your clit.

“Don’t think about that right now.” He whispers and you shake your head, “n-no-“

He chuckled and his fingers moved, “c’mon baby, let me take care of you again before I leave…”

You bit your lip, shaking your head as you tried to stand upright, “let me make y-you breakfast first-“

“Just forget about that pretty girl.” He whispers but you stubbornly shake your head.

He chuckles and the sound sent a shiver down your spine before he quickly turned the stove off. He used your hand to move the pan off to the back burner then swiftly moved you off to the side.

He bent you over making you gasp as you held onto the counter while he pulled the shirt up from behind.

His chest met your back as he slipped two fingers inside you way too easily.

You bit your lip and clenched against his fingers instantly making him laugh, “I thought you didn’t want this baby.”

“Shut up-“ you mumble before clasping your hand over your mouth.

Now out of spite you had to be quiet.

“Mm got wet so fast hm?” He teases in your ear, making it so much harder than you thought.

He clicked his tongue before letting out a sigh then quickly slamming his fingers into you, no stopping.

Your eyes widened at the change but you stayed firm. For the most part since your legs were spread and already almost giving up on you.

There was only so much pretending you could do before he’d stop playing around.

He continued like that, even slowing down then going super fast to see if he can get a reaction out of you but you were a tough cookie.

And because he knew you so well he knew there was only one way for him to win this.

So as quietly as he could with his unoccupied hand, he slid his sweats down.

Didn’t take much for him to get excited and he not so secretly loved when you acted like this.

Gave him an excuse to be creative and somewhat mean.

He slipped his fingers out and before you could even sigh, you quickly felt his cock slam into you with no warning.

You let out a loud whimper as he bottomed out and you could just sense the grin on his face.

You didn’t say a thing as he started to fuck you, at first going slow because he wasn’t that cruel.

But then he started to move at a fast pace with his hands on your hips as he moaned into your ear.

“So fucking tight for me baby fuck..”

“Mmm tell me how much you love it princess.”

“Feel so good pretty girl.”

Definitely cruel.

You tried to wiggle to attempt to make a fake escape but he groaned, “stop that.”

“Mig y-your breakfast-“ you tried but he huffed, “I’m fine without it.”

“But-“

“Fuck breakfast. I’ll just have dessert for breakfast again..” he murmurs, making you whimper.

“Atta girl.” he whispered in your ear, making you let out a nervous giggle.

If there was one thing you liked doing with him, it was playing around and playing pretend in a way that turned you both on.

Including pretending that you didn’t want him when you very much did.

He knew you a little too well so he can always tell when you were being serious or not.

And you knew this was something he loved just as much as you did so you figured you’d have a little fun.

“Baby- s-stop-“ you breathe out and stop yourself from moaning when he asked in your ear, “you sure you want me to stop?”

“Y-Yes!” You exclaim as he huffs, “right..”

He’s quiet for a few seconds, just letting you hear the sounds of your bodies before he started going harder.

He straightened up and his hands moved to smack your ass, alternating hand after each one landed with a noise he deemed acceptable.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he coos, “Mmn sure doesn’t feel like you want me to stop…”

“I-I- fuck- I do-“ you try to sound convincing, turning your head to look at him.

His eyes met yours and your heart skipped a beat.

“I’m sure you do baby.” He murmurs, and your lips went into a pout.

He gave you a toothy grin before moaning, “taking it so well for someone who doesn’t want it.”

You bit your lip and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes back until he clicked his tongue and your eyes were back on his.

Your eyes were fluttering just the same as your heart while you locked eyes with him. His cock was ramming into you but you were too focused on his pretty eyes. At least until he leans in.

He pecks your lips softly until you accidentally moan his name into his mouth and that flipped a switch. You kissed him and he kissed back ten times more heated and a hundred times hungrier.

You tried to focus on the kiss and not the way his cock felt so perfect inside you. There was nothing else you needed, completely abandoning the idea of stubbornness.

“F-Feels so good baby.” You whimpered, making him grunt, “finally done stubborn girl?”

You just nodded and turned your head back around, hands gripping the counter. He laughed then groaned, “good because you almost had me coming already-“

“Oh my god baby-“ you whimpered and your legs almost gave out from his confession.

Luckily he wrapped his arms around you in time and you didn’t fall.

Instead you straightened up, fully standing then reaching for his hands, moving his left to wrap around your stomach properly.

You grabbed the right and led it up to your right breast. He happily squeezed it before quickly finding your nipple and squeezing it between two fingers.

You groaned as he kept a decent pace, not going so crazy yet.

But it seemed maybe he could read your mind because he started to thrust harder and so much faster than before.

You held onto his arms, to get a feel of them but also to stabilize yourself.

His cock was ramming into you and it wasn’t like before. This was him still trying to prove a point that you weren’t even fighting anymore.

But you were too fucked out to say anything.

It felt too good and his moans were music to your ears. The way your name came out like a prayer and how his hands squeezed you, all made you wish he didn’t have to leave.

His right hand moved up to your neck and had you tilt your head back until it hit his chest. His hand stayed there, softly and still, allowing you to still freely moan for him.

“F-Fuck baby-“

“Don’t stop..”

“F-Feels so so good.”

He groaned and he pressed his left hand into your stomach a bit making you whimper.

You clenched against him instantly and you could feel him throbbing. You were both very close.

He moved his head down and you felt his breath above your ear, “That’s my good girl, taking it so fucking well.”

Yet another whimper came out making him let out a moan just like it to mock you. You pouted and dug your nails slightly into his arms but he didn’t care.

“Taking my cock so good baby, ugh I’ll never get tired of this.” He moans and you gasp.

His hands squeezed a little more and you could still breathe properly, though with the way his hips rammed into you he was taking your breath away with every thrust.

“D-Don’t stop- please-“ you whine, making him groan, “wasn’t planning on it baby.”

“Fuck I wanna-“ you breathe out only to cut short with his hand gripping your neck a little more.

Both your hands went to hold onto that arm but you didn’t really want him to pull it away.

It heightened your pleasure even more and his as well.

“So fucking tight fuck-“ he grunts and you let out a muffled whimper.

“Been such a good girl for me baby, I need to cum for you.” He murmurs, making you clench against him again.

“Dirty girl.”

“Doing such a good job my love.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he started going deeper and deeper, his thrusts slowing down. More moans left both your mouths and you suddenly felt that all too familiar feeling.

Your nails dug into his skin as he suddenly started going faster, seemingly chasing his own release.

He let go of your neck and wrapped that arm across your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

Your thighs started to shake and you had a feeling you’d drop any second even with Miguel holding you.

He started to moan your name out some more and you felt him throbbing again, “fuck baby- w-where do you want it?”

You response quickly came out in a whimper. “Stay inside me- p-please!”

“Don’t have to tell me twice-“ he mumbles before a loud groan quickly came out. .

You whimpered and came along with him — it hit you hard and fast, taking you by surprise as he spilled every drop in you.

Your body shook and more senseless noises slipped past your lips as he slowed down, making you both ride out your highs.

You gripped his arm, held on tight as he made sure every drop was as deep as inside you as it could be.

You closed your eyes and try to catch your breath, mostly to stop hearing your heartbeat in your ears but to hear his sweet nothings instead.

His praise afterwards was always top tier and you could easily melt into a puddle whenever you heard him.

He held you gently and moved his hands to your waist, holding you close as he started walking backwards.

Before you can question it, he kissed the side of your head and whispered, “guess who called off today?”