ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ── chapter four ˙˖
ㅤㅤㅤㅤtutor! katsuki bakugo x camgirl! reader ── .✦ university au!
⋆ tw / cw (18+) ; use of panties as bondage, reader uses a vibrator on stream, katsuki dom undertones, dirty talk, loss of virginity, protected sex, slight angst, reader is going through it, reader doesn't tell katsuki he took her virginity, unedited
⋆ synopsis; when the friends-with-benefits relationship you fully established finally comes to truth with katsuki bakugo, you realize how weak-willed you are when feelings start getting in the way, and maybe this means a lot more than you let on.
꒰ note ɞ; last normal ... calm chapter hope yall like the new theme im too lazy to change across all the chapters but i will
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soft whimpers filled the dim of your room, sound bouncing faintly against the thin walls of your flat, and back to the microphone perched atop your laptop. the low hum beneath it all had long since blurred into background noise, forgotten.
your body trembled as you swallowed the sensation, breath catching unevenly and jagged as you peered through your lashes, eyes catching the chat window through a haze of tears.
scanning over the comments, it seemed that everyone was enjoying this little show you had on — skirt pushed to your stomach, lace panties transparent just enough to see the vibrator over your clit – the camera caught what it was meant to, nothing more.
the comments rolled in too fast to read. it was a busy livestream today, it seemed.
88_ktb: switch to a higher setting.
your fingers still, hovering over your pelvic bone. katsuki. that was katsuki. he was watching, he was on this livestream at this moment.
heat rushed up to your spine – embarrassment, vulnerability, a warm tingly feeling in your abdomen that you refused to name. you reached or the remote beside you without thinking, obedience instinctive, almost instantly.
with shaky fingers, you cracked up the setting a fraction higher, vision spotting as the buzz increased.
“oh— hngh!“ a loud gasp left your lips, eyelids fluttering off camera as you threw your head back, legs spread to the camera as you shook. your eyes moved down to the mess between your thighs, your arousal soaked around your panties, clear liquid seeping into the crevices of your inner thighs.
there was something far too intimate about katsuki’s command, shamelessly aroused at the idea of him watching you do this. while it was the nature of your current relationship with him, you couldn’t help but think of it as more, something meaningful.
your phone lit up moments later, a soft ding cutting through the vibrations.
katsuki bakugo:
don’t forget tutoring at the cafe in two hours.
actually
make it one.
with a distract hand, you read the message, breathes caught in your throat.
might wanna turn that setting up if you wanna arrive on time.
your breath hitched at his words, eyes flickering back to the remote. with compliance, you reached for the remote once more, and with trembling fingers, flickered the button to the highest mode.
a loud whine tore your lips, spilling out in a series of pathetic, sensitive heaves that betrayed whatever control you had left. the vibrator roared to life beneath you, brutal hums filling your ears with shame as your hips rocked instinctively against nothing. a brutal wave of vibration slammed into your core, relentless and unforgiving, sticky against your swollen clit as jagged pulses ripped throughout your pussy lips, nerves screaming in overload.
money came flooding in, the chat swarming with donations as the hum of your vibrator reached a loud whir. it was too much, far too much than you’ve ever pleasured yourself with. your vision whitened at the edges, stars bursting behind your eyelids, mouth falling open in a wretched whimper.
shockwaves wracked throughout your body, heavy and warmly tingly as you reached a quick orgasm, your thighs trembling violently as the vibrations drilled deeper, coiling unbearably with the aftershocks of your release.
with shaky hands, slick with your own glistening arousal, you pried the vibrator from your throbbing clit, the sudden absence freeing.
gasping hollow and worn, you set it aside somewhere off-screen, the phantom buzz still present against your clit. you shuffled closer to the cam, angling your body just right to keep your face hidden.
taking a moment to catch your breath, breasts heaving with each exhausted paint, nipples hard and aching against your bra, you checked the time.
fuck, you were going to be late!
“well! that’s all for today, thank you for all the donations. hope you didn’t cum too much!”
live ended, instantly, the screen going dark as the chat’s frenzy faded into nothingness. you slumped back against your pillow, still riding the aftershocks, your clit pulsing with that noticeable, dull, insistent pressure.
with a deep breath, you flickered the lights back on,the harsh flow chasing away the shameful intimacy of your setup. scrambling off the bed, you rummaged through your drawer for a fresh pair of underwear.
it felt weird at first, and still even now, spotting katsuki’s username in your cam notifications, hanging out casually in your chat as if this whole ordeal was normal. It was a haunting reminder that he’d successfully wormed his way into this hidden corner of your life. he had access to every crest and crevice of you, from the raw vulnerability of your streams, to whatever he got from you in real life.
you should’ve been embarrassed, more so than you were already, but honestly? not once did he judge you for this part of you, never made you feel like your side gig was something diminishing of your character
after all, he was now officially your fuck buddy.
were you happy? yes, yes you were. this was enough, more than enough.
ideally? no, because if you could’ve had it your way, the way you’ve already dreamt of – it would be a tender romance, built on emotional intimacy rather than physical.
shaking off the lingering haze and your heavy thoughts, you quickly snatched up a cable charger, your laptop, notebook as well as other essentials for the tutoring session.
your flat looked tidy enough. checking the time once more, you gave yourself one last glance in the mirror to smooth your hair and adjust your top, the faint flush still warming your cheeks. with a messy scramble out the door, shoelaces tired careless, you embarked to the cafe.
the cafe was loud when you arrived – warm with espresso steam and the gentle clank of porcelain cups.
katsuki was already there, posture rigid, eyes fixed on his laptop with concentration. he was so undeniably handsome like this – brows knitted together, lips relaxed in that salmon pink shade, glasses hung on the bridge of his nose, ruby eyes intense beneath.
“took you long enough,” he hummed out, not looking up. “i got you a cappuccino.”
you smiled, small and grateful as you settled across from him, bag slung and tucked beneath you. “thank you, you didn’t have to do that.”
he nodded small, acknowledging you. “just drink.”
the rustling silence gave you enough time to settle in the presence of katsuki, the preexisting tingle in your chest warming ever so inconveniently.
“saw you earlier,” he casually, as if he hadn’t just unraveled you into a shell-shocking orgasm an hour ago. “looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
your eyes widened, a heat flooding your cheeks. with timid hands, you played with the denim material of your jeans.
silence consumed the air for a fraction, before you took a deep breath. “would you like to…do it– i mean, do stuff again?”
katsuki scoffed at the nervous smile on your smile. “no, we have work to do, lots to get through. especially with assignments piling in.”
okay, that was embarrassing. the rejection was cold, reasonable, but maybe you timed that request wrong.
you nodded meekly, lips pressed into a thin line.. “yeah…yeah, you’re right.”
you scrambled to open your textbook — which you probably should’ve invested in digitally — and skimmed through the last chapter you left off on. notably, your focus lagged far behind your eyes.
honestly, it was hard to pay attention to anything you were doing. the whole thing about not letting this new relationship with katsuki get in the way of studies seemed to be a bunch, because it was all you were thinking about.
it was hard to sit in front of him, knowing you’ve seen his pretty cock up close. it was even harder knowing where the vein starts, where it ends, or how it felt to have his bulbous cock head pressed right up against the underside of your clit.
“okay, you’re too far ahead of the textbook — we haven’t gotten to that part yet.” katsuki’s fingers halted on the margin of the book, tips of his fingers dividing in the centre.
your breath halted, eyes focused on the structure of his hands, how his fingers were positioned, as if he was spreading your folds — except this was a multivariable calculus textbook.
you cleared your throat, flipped back a few pages to the correct chapter. “yeah, sorry.”
“don’t be sorry, just get on with it.”
the first hour of the tutoring session was brutal, the smell of coffee beans and fresh tiramisu flooding the air with a selfish delight. the chatter of customers buzzing above the cafe’s ambient music, paired with katsuki explaining complex theory that had you sinking in your seat, brows knitted in a subtle frustration.
you hastily took a sip of the cappuccino katsuki ordered, hoping to alleviate the growing headache. you made a slight grimace at the bitterness of the drink.
katsuki’s eyes moved from his notes, peering through his glasses and up at you. “something wrong?”
you immediately covered up the scrunched look on your face with a careful smile. “no! not at all, drink’s nice. thank you…”
he sighed, seeing through your dismay. “alright.”
by the time the sun had set on the horizon, shades of pink and warm yellow dispersing along the afternoon sky, your head was pounding.
the thought of katsuki’s cock against your cunt was long forgotten, now replaced with a shimmering discomfort in your temples. the afternoon rush was now at it’s peak with office workers, and other students rushing in for a quick treat.
“what was it again? was it…was it…” you trailed off, your index finger tracing your line of work then back to the textbook worked example. “taylor series?”
katsuki nodded, slowly, expression neutral. “keep going, you’re almost there.”
his eyes zeroed in on the sight of your brows pinned together, bottom lip tucked in, evident irritation written all over your face. “you can complete the problem, come on. push through it.”
you let out a huff — the first form of defiance you’ve ever shown around katsuki. “i don’t know. would you… derive the trigonometric function using the taylor series formula.. and then use that answer to find the radius to prove convergence?”
“yeah, yeah that’s right.” a curl of his lips found katsuki’s face as he pulled the textbook from your line of sight. “try to do it without the worked example.”
your eyes lit at his words, a wobbly smile making its way back to face. “did i actually get that right?”
katsuki nodded, leaning back into his seat. “yeah, i just said you were.”
“hey, quiet down. go, finish the problem then we’re done.”
you smile lightly to yourself at your new found form of energy, excitement flowing through your limbs as you work through the problem.
you tucked your chin against your chest, hand tangled in your hair, the other scribbling on the page — a genuine flow state.
katsuki looked up from his laptop, ushering you to pass your notebook. “alright, let me check.”
you sat eagerly in your seat, pursed with pristine posture as you watched katsuki read your solutions, adding ticks here and there.
your frowned, jaw dropping, horrified. “w—what? but…but…”
katsuki chuckled, passing you the book back. “nah, i’m just messing with you. you got it right.”
“oh my god,” you sighed out, deflating with exhaustion. “i’m so happy, that’s like a really hard exam question. imagine i got that on the exam, i would’ve gotten full marks.”
katsuki closed his laptop, gathering his items. “mhm.”
you began packing up your equipment, sculling down the last of the cappuccino katsuki got for you. “well, thank you for today, i think i understand taylor series a lot more now.”
katsuki only hummed in acknowledgment to your gratitude, the sound low., “i could see you were getting a bit frustrated there, but you did good.”
a quiet warmth crept up your neck, blossoming across your cheeks as you tucked your hands together, avoiding eye contact. “i’m sorry, it was just really loud earlier — rush hour, you know.”
katsuki stood up, tucking his chair in with a practiced motion, conversation fracturing. “right,” he said. “you ready to go?”
you angled your head in question, lips pursed as you glanced down at your bag. “to go? oh, yeah, sorry. just taking my sweet time, aren’t i?” you laughed softly, a tingle of embarrassment rippled through you as you fumbled with the zipper. “stupid textbook is just not fitting.”
katsuki sighed, shouldering sagging as he stepped closer. before you could react, or manage to close your bag, his hands encased around yours, deft and sure, plucking the textbook from your grip and shrugging it into his bag. “ready now?”
you mumbled a thanks, not having processed his words yet, eyes lingering on where your textbook remained concealed in his bag. “uh, what?”
he dragged a hand down his face at your obliviousness, leaning down, neck straining as he whispered low in your ear. “do you want to fuck,” he murmured, tone thick with implication, “or not?”
your reaction was instinctive. you pushed katsuki, face flushing an unmistakeable shade of scarlet. “w—whuh—oh! yes! please—“ you cut your words as fast as possible, clasping a fast hand around mouth. “i mean, yeah, sure.”
a smirk tugged at his lips, unhidden and unapologetic. “thought so,” he said. “all excited, aren’t you?”
your words bubbled into a string of apologies, explanations, anything to defend yourself. but, the undeniable heat blooming in your stomach was enough to dim your words.
the walk was relatively short. katsuki was able to park near the cafe. once slotting yourself into the passenger seat, watching as he rounded the other side, an idea popped into your head. almost foul, and completely out of the ordinary — to you, at least.
“wanna do your place?” he asked casually, giving his phone a quick glance before looking back up at you. “might be easier, just in case you squirt all over me again—“
“can—“ you stared down at your lap, finding the immediate opportunity to slide your request in even though you barely thought it through. “can we… please use those handcuffs?”
the words lingered between you – irreversible, and completely laid out bare.
you forced yourself to remain still, fingers curling into one another in your lap. the words had left your mouth before you’d fully decided on them – and now that they were out in the open, you felt suddenly too exposed, like you’ve crossed a boundary.
“we don’t have to,” you squeaked out, words spilling too fast. “if that’s overstepping we… we don’t have to.” you glanced up at him, working through his sharp, analytical ruby eyes. “but, if we can – if you’re okay with it of course – could you use them on me?”
katsuki didn’t respond, verbally anyway. instead, he turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life beneath the hood. without thinking, he shifted the gear into drive, exiting the carpark.
“yeah, we can use them. if that’s what you want, we can use them.”
you watched him from the corner of your eye as he drove, his hand steady on the wheel, posture relaxed – but you noticed the way his breathing had changed. it was more aware, quieter, short, measured in even increments.
“you gonna touch yourself again?” he asked suddenly, eyes still fixed on the road ahead. “might as well do it now. you won’t have hands later.”
you shook your head, leaning further into the leather seats. “i’m okay,.”
he looked at you with a quick glance, skeptical. “you sure?”
you nodded, “i’m still a bit… sensitive from earlier.”
a low huff of amusement escaped him. “oh, that’s right. so you came to our tutoring session with soaked panties, huh?”
“no!-- no, i changed them,” you protested weakly, mortified, lips tight.
he switched lanes, pressing gently on the accelerator as he merged through an intersection. “relax,” he said. “was just asking. where do you live again? somewhere around here?”
you snapped out of your short haze, pointing further down the road. “yeah– um. just take a left, then a right when you see a big tree. when you see the first unit, go in.”
katsuki mumbled in repetition to your words, committing them to memory as he drove.
“what gave you the idea?” he said suddenly.
you sucked at the inside of your cheek, eyes dropping to your hands with a thoughtful beat. to be honest, you didn’t have a reason why, because it was more far fetched that you could explain. the honest answer hovered dangerously close to the tip of your tongue — because i wanted you to do it, i wanted to do it with you – but you swallowed it down.
you obviously weren't going to say that if you wanted to keep your feelings under wraps.
“maybe.. it could be hot?” you laughed nervously, the sound small within the interior of the car. “i mean, it would be enjoyable for you, would it not?”
katsuki took a turn into your unit, slowing the vehicle incredibly at your justification, foot easing off the accelerator.
“you’re not wrong,” he started. “but it’s only really enjoyable for me if you actually want it.” he glanced at you, eyes sharp now indefinitely – searching, analysing you. “not just cause you think it’s some stupid kink of mine.”
you glanced up at him, taking in the way his eyes settled deep into yours, scanning your expression with precision.
“i wanna do it, katsuki,” you said bravely, the words steadier than you felt,, before dimming your voice as low as possible for the next part. “wanna have you fuck me while i’m cuffed up.”
katsuki braked fully, movements halted.. “woah,” he breathed out, voice gruff as he ran a hand over his face. “hearing you talk like that,” he paused, thinking. “feels like petalvoid talking, not you.”
you laughed lightly, bashful, “well… we’re the same person.”
“i know,” he said, shoulders relaxing now. “still messes with my head.”
he straightened with a sharp exhale. “fuck. whatever. which one’s yours?”
you pointed to the end, directing him into your driveway.
it felt strange – directing katsuki to where you lived. stranger to realize never once in your life would you have thought a moment like this would happen — that you would be able to laugh freely around him, how different this version of katsuki felt from the one you’d carried for years in your head.
once katsuki was parked, he turned to you, eyes softening to neutral, open to the touch, yet still maintaining that disciplined exterior beneath.
"all i'm grabbing is just a fresh pair of underwear," you said, laughing lightly as you lugged your bag onto your lap. "there's nothing else exciting inside.” you paused. “but if you want, you can –if, if you want."
it was even weirder showing him the inside of your place, small intricate decorations, much more cluttered than katsuki's mundane home.
when entering your room, a layer of vulnerability was peeled from you. everything suddenly felt even more exposed.
this was where you recorded your videos, where everything started.
his gaze lingered, uninvasive of your space, scanning over the lived-in corners of your room. when his eyes landed on the bedside table, he let out a humored hum, a light smirk finding his features..
it was like every other room, except your toys were out in the open, existing proudly on your bedside table. the iconic hot pink dildo stood obnoxiously beside your nightly supplements, practically dragging attention like it was the only thing in the room.
katsuki walked closer to the bedside table, leaning down to inspect the scattered items with a low hum to himself.
"i think i wanna do it here instead of at mine," he commented, his voice rough as he scanned your room with a careful tenderness that bordered on fascination, not intrusion. the posters on your walls, the stuffed animals tucked in corners — it all felt too soft for what he had in mind, especially with the impression he had of you now as petalvoid.
you turned your back to rummage through your drawer for some fitted panties. "what about the handcuffs then?" you mumbled softly, disappointment unwillingly transparent in your tone .
katsuki dropped onto the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. he watched you with those unforgiving crimson eyes, sharp and hungry. "come here for a second."
your movements halted at the suggestive low rumble in his tone.
you turned, heart thudding wildly as you took in where he sat sprawled on your bed — muscles taut under his shirt, thighs spread wide, all sharp lines and unthinking ease. he looked impossibly out of place against your pastel decorations, yet it was a sight you wanted to engrave into your memory.
and the worst past, was how instinctive the want was. he looked perfect on your bed.
if this wasn’t something sexual, you would have crossed the space between the two of you without thinking. you would have climbed into his lap, arms sliding around his shoulders, cheek tucked beneath his jaw like a perfectly fit puzzle piece.
if this weren’t what it was – this friends-with-benefits negotiated arrangement – you would have asked him to stay, to lie down, and just be close.
if this were anything else, you would have let yourself believe you could be his, unforgivingly, without the sexual heat being the only thing tying the two of you together.
but this, this was the one thing you knew you couldn’t afford to lose.
you padded softly across the carpet, closing the distance compliantly. his rough, calloused hands – torn from years of being in the gym and in the boxing competition – found your hips, halting you just in front of him.
“take off your panties, and pass them over.”
"o—oh, okay." heat flooded your cheeks as you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your cotton striped panties, shimmying them down your legs. you let the material pool at your ankles, the cool air kissing your already slick pussy, bare skin prickling under his gaze. "are we— are we doing it right now?"
katsuki's gaze dropped to the damp spot on the discarded fabric, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. "you're wet already," he noted, voice gravel and velvet thick, patting his lap. "sit here."
you handed over the panties without thinking, and he snatched them, bringing the stained crotch right to his face. holding your gaze without defiance, he dragged his tongue along the stripe of your arousal in one long, deliberate lick — tasting you, salty and sweet, his eyes never leaving yours.
a gasp pulled from your throat at the sight, small and uncalled for. you couldn't believe it, stomach twisting with shock and a fresh gush of wetness between your thighs.
before you could process, his free hand grabbed your wrists, yanking them behind your back. swiftly, he looped your panties around them, binding them into a tight knot that made your skin burn and itch from the friction.
"see? same effect," he murmured, voice dropping low as his eyes flicked down without meaning to. without needing to guide you, you pressed your slick folds against the bulge straining his pants. the rough denim was tentative against your clit as you grounded yourself instinctively, the friction drawing a quiet whimper deep in your throat. "seems like she likes it too," he added, nodding toward the shiny trail you left on him.
his words hung in the air, teasing and rough, foreign to your ears and the perception you had of him. his hands found your hips, grip tightening as he pulled you down harder, rocking you against the rigid line of his cock trapped beneath the denim.
each grind sent sparks of tingly heat through your belly, coiling fast as you peered down at the sight. you bit your lip, stifling another light moan, but it escaped anyway, high and needy as the pressure built immensely.
your heart jackhammered against your ribcage, much more intense than the last encounter you had with him. katsuki – your katsuki, the envision you had of him in your head for years, the one you’d crushed on since that stupid high-school phase. years of stolen glances, stomach flipping every time he passed, and that stupid rejection. he was here, slotting perfectly against your clit, moving you against him, closer to him.
you felt almost guilty thinking like this. to him, it was probably much more simple. he probably saw this as something transactional. just two people fucking when mood struck, no strings, no mess – everything you established.
but for you? every touch felt like a confession you couldn’t voice, every grind a step closer to shattering the walls you’d built to protect this imaginable, fragile thing between the two of you. nothing, no matter what, could erase those feelings that easily.
“fuck, you’re soaked…” he sighed out, the sound honeyed through his teeth. one hand slid up your back, the other fumbling in his pocket, pulling out a condom with that efficient flick.
has he done this before? has he fucked another girl? is that why he’s so good at this? the thought hurt unforgivingly, a disgusting green swelling across your chest at the unwanted thought.
then, a worse one, a double-edged sword. you were going to lose your virginity to him, and you would– no, you should say something about it – but how would you? how would you word things? would that make you a bad person if you just… didn’t tell him?
the sound of him tearing the packet open with his teeth, fumbling to unzip himself and pull his cock free, broke you out of your overthinking trance. with practiced ease, he rolled it down his length, the latex sheathing him snugly.
yeah, he’s definitely done this before.
you watched, transfixed, your pulse thundering in your ears with a mixture of thoughts. this was it, katsuki bakugo – the boy you’ve liked for so long – was going to be inside of you. you were also not the first girl he’s been inside of. he’s done this before, and you were just another body.
he shifted further back on the bed, his shirt pushed up to his chest, abs visible.
“come here,” he muttered, hands back on you hips, guiding you with him. crawling over with shaky knees, you positioned yourself over him, the head of his cock nudging your entrance.
thank god you were used to fucking yourself with dildos. or else, he would know straight away without thought.
the thought scared you – what would happen? would he be turned off? would the situation become too sticky that he’d have to pull back? then you’d have nothing. no– no, that can’t happen.
slick and ready at the sight of his half-lidded eyes, glasses placed elsewhere on your bedside table, you sank down slowly, inch by inch, the stretch burning sweet as he filled you.
uncontrollably, a gasp tore from your throat. you were so full – so impossibly full – as your gummy walls clenched around him, clit pulsating phantom. with restricted heaves from your chest, stifled sounds gentle against your lips, you took the time to adjust to his girth.
you’ve wanted this for years. and he was finally inside of you. you were sucking him in, and he was unknowingly claiming you.
your mind was dizzy, thoughts taking over the moment unwanted. you were just another girl who fit perfectly in his lap, the one who made him groan like that as you bottomed out, your ass flush against his muscular thighs.
almost pulling you out of your trance once more, his hands roamed your body, calluses scraping over the skin of your stomach, thumbs brushing your nipples until they pebbled beneath.
you started to move then, rolling your hips in a slow, consistent rhythm. each rise and fall, each bounce of your hips dragged him deeper inside of you, his bulbous tip kissing so kindly against your cervix. at the same time – though, you felt like this was so redundant – the condom’s edge was a faint reminder of the boundaries he clung to. the one’s you set up. the reality of it.
pleasure built up like a storm, coiling tighter with every thrust upward he gave, meeting your generous pace, his grunts mixing with your soft moans. so, he wasn’t that much of a talker.
“faster,” he moaned out, voice gruff and strained as one hand slipped between you, thumb moving to circle your clit with rough precision.
the added pressure shattered your rhythm, loud whines leaving your lips, hips bucking pathetically against his.
this felt incredible. so incredible.
and it wasn’t even emotionally intimate. it was just him – him and his expertise, him being good at practically everything.
more whines spilled from your lips, his name coming out tumbled as you rode him harder, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. peering down at him, his ruby eyes heavy on your face, you started realizing how much you liked being tied up. you liked being restricted like this, wrists hindered behind your back as you let katsuki have his way with you. in fact, it spurred something within you.
you genuinely liked this. you were his right now. in this moment, you were his.
if you just closed your eyes, you could imagine this was real. not just the sex, of the sexual intimacy, but someone who truly loved you, fucking you with affection.
“you’re doing so good, so good tied up like this, yeah?”
his fingers worked your clit with a relentless pressure, circling and pinching just enough to make your eyes blur at the edges. the dual sensation – his thick cock stretching you wide, pounding upwards into your stomach, his fingers on your clit, his words – had you teetering on the brink, muscles clenching erratically around him.
thoughts scrambled and limbs heavy, your vision warmed with tears at the stimulation, weak measly gasps leaving your lips in high frequencies. “mhm, wanna be good… wanna be so good for you– aah!”
you weren’t even thinking straight anymore.
he felt so good inside of you, impossibly incredible hitting that spot. and the way he looked beneath you, eyes half-lidded, lips opened agape just a fraction, his brows knitted in concentration as he pistoned up into you. you wanted to touch him so bad with your hands. you wanted to run your fingers along the planes of his abs, up to his chest. you wanted all of him.
with a free hand, katsuki gripped your thighs, spreading you wider and angled his thrusts to hit past that spot. god, you wished he wasn’t wearing a condom.
stars blinded your vision as he bullied your walls, his breath coming out in harsh pants. without thought, he pulled you against him, chest to chest, low whining heavy against your shoulder. his teeth grazed your collarbone, his tongue darting out to taste you.
katsuki pulled you back just a fraction, peering into your eyes and your fucked out expression.“you gonna cum? look at you,” he chucked, voice gravelly from restraint.
his hips bucked sharply up into you, the force jolting your bound arms behind your back. the angle was painfully sweet and it only made you clench around him, high whimpers leaving your lips pathetically as you sucked him further inside of you. you realized he was genuinely enjoying this too.
you rode the wave, hips circling desperately to meet his thrusts. you could feel him throb around you, the base of his shaft grinding against your cunt with each upstroke.
katsuki’s head pressed further into the pillow, eyelids fluttering, face relaxing as you took every inch of him, your pussy lips squelching with each slam down.
his body shuddered beneath you, hips moving erratically now as he humped you. “fuck, you’re clenching so hard around me–”
he looked so pretty like this – forehead slick with sweat, strands of ash blond hair clinging to his temple in messy spikes, pushed up so you could see all of him. his broad shoulders flexing, the corded muscles of his neck, each inch of him – he was so handsome, so devourable and affectionate like this.
he’s close too. he’s so close.
the thought sent a thrill through you, imagining pulling him over the edge, making him lose his composure for just a moment. the idea of you making him cum with your pussy, your moans, your body, sent something warm blossoming across your chest.
you grinded hard against him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and use you as a pocket pussy. your walls fluttered, squeezing him tighter, and a low groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating through your joined bodies.
with a broken whimper from you, “cum with me, katsuki – pleasepleaseplease!”
the coil snapped without warning, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave, your pussy spasming wildly around him as you came hard. a drawn out cry ripped from your throat, raw and heavenly as your eyes fought closed, colors sparkling behind your eyelids in rhythmic bursts.
your thighs quivered around the sides of him, pussy sucking in immensely as you milked him with your last strength.
katsuki followed seconds later, his grip bruising your hips as he pulled you firm down to the base, burying himself to the hilt. a string of guttural curses escapes his lips, his moans pitched and all so pretty. his body tensed beneath you as he pulsed, filling the condom with hot spurts you could only imagine.
his head fell back against the pillow, breaths ragged and hot.
for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to this. him spent inside of you, your bodies still humming with that sweet pleasant bliss, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing heavier than before.
reality crept back in, warm and tingly, heavy. this wasn’t just sex for you.
you had just lost your virginity to the boy you’ve wanted for so long.
you didn’t say anything, you just allowed him to grind softly up against you, panties still rough against your skin. without word, he continued humping you with the last of his stamina, that small moment of intimacy burying heavy in your heart as you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
with a quiet, painful thought, you realized that this was only going to be ephemeral.
the flat felt too quiet after katsuki left.
you lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling and letting the ache settle into something manageable. this was fine – this was something you agreed to. you keep telling yourself that, keep reminding yourself that this is more than enough. there was nothing you couldn’t compartmentalise.
you were still there, star-fished, when a knock sounded at your door. it was soft and hesitant – just two taps on the door.
you frowned, pushing yourself upright with heavy limbs, tugging onto the hoodie katsuki grabbed out of your drawers for you as you padded down the hallway.
when you opened it, you found someone you recognised vaguely from the unit, maybe. or campus. you weren’t too sure.
not in a way that struck you all at once with profound emotions – but he had a gentle smile. soft features, gentle eyes, auburn hair falling lightly against his eyebrows. he was cute.
“oh – sorry,” he said quickly, hands lifting a little as if he hadn’t meant to startle you. “i think one of my parcels got dropped off her by mistake. “i think one of my parcels got dropped off here by mistake.”
he held up a small box, already labelled with a name that wasn’t yours.
you blinked, smiling casually. “yeah – that happens a lot, actually. that happened to me last week.” the memory flashed helplessly through your mind – you scrambling over front-porches in a frenzied panic, heat racing at the thought of someone else opening a package that most definitely had a orange dildo inside.
he smiled back, an easy tug of his lips as he remained in his position. after a moment of silence, and staring awkwardly at each other, he finally cleared his throat.
“i’m ryuji, i live two doors down,” he said, voice a bit shaky. “just moved in not too long ago.”
with a warm palm out, you shook his hand, told him your name. nothing more, though you were surprised by how normal it felt, how soft his hands were.
“thanks a lot for answering,” he added. “i wasn’t sure if anyone was home – and i didn’t want to just steal it without saying hi.”
you laughed softly, fingers tucked into your hoodie. “well, i appreciate that. you didn’t have to bother.”
he shrugged, modest, hair falling over his eyes just for a brief moment. “figured i should. i’m new here, anyways.”
another pause settled between you.
“well,” he said finally, shifting his weight back a step, “sorry for the interruption. have a good rest of your day!”
“it’s okay,” you replied, nodding as he descended down your porch, and on the way back to his. “you too!”
the morning didn’t reset anything. you went to sleep the night before with the same feelings, the same lingering touch of katsuki buried within you, his calloused thumb heavy on your clit – him taking your virginity.
you woke up with the same heaviness tucked behind your ribs, a persistent sensation the weighed your heart. he sat in your thoughts the moment you woke up – the precise angle of his voice, the way he looked at you even if it didn’t mean anything, just him.
you dressed, packed your bag, and told yourself today would be normal. there was no tutoring session today, but regardless, you had a busy day ahead of you.
the tutorial room buzzed when you arrived – chairs scrapping, people rearranging, voices overlapping in that polyphonic sense. circular tables scattered the room, already half-filled with preexisting students.
without fail, you spotted katsuki almost immediately, seated two tables over, posture relaxed, legs spread, those concentrated ruby eyes fixated on the screen before him.
you sat down with your assigned group, sliding your notebook out as the rest of the team filtered in, short greetings, shared familiarity. all easy banter that you couldn’t quite slide yourself into. with an uncomfortable realization, it dawned on you that you were the only one who hadn’t spoken yet.
“okay,” one of them said, pulling out a spreadsheet of the project’s details. “so, the system dynamics are pretty straightforward. we’re gonna need to split this up into three systems.”
another nodded, jotting down notes. “yeah, that’s a good idea. it’ll also be easier to show in our presentation later on.”
you glanced down at the spreadsheet. you understood what they were saying, you could follow the logic easily – the assumptions that were made, the shortcuts, the brains behind it. you even saw where the plan might fall through if they weren’t careful.
yes, you weren’t incredible at numbers or variables, but you were creative in the sense that you were able to apply real life assumptions to such a small project like this.
you opened your mouth, then closed it again, rethinking how you’d even bring up your idea.
“i’ll take lead on the derivation,” someone else continued eagerly, almost persistent to snatch up the role. “you can handle the write up, yeah?”
you glanced up with a sheepish look, realizing that their gaze has flickered over to yours. it wasn’t unkind, it was a negligible look that only assumed efficiency.
with an internal sigh – “yeah,” you said softly. “that’s fine by me.”
your pen moved as they talked, scribbles and notes taken more out of habit than required. they spoke quickly, confidently, bouncing ideas back and forth like logic was a string of connection for them. occasionally, they’d pause to clarify something to each other, often turning to the group leader, jason, for validation. you didn’t have a chance to slip a thought in, but that was your fault.
you could feel katsuki nearby without looking, his presence unmistakeable. voice sharpened around him, curated to match his speed. you saw the way the tutor lingered at his table longer, as if already engaged with whatever idea he’s conjured in that brain of his.
at some point, you glanced up just in time to see him gesturing impatiently at someone else’s work, correcting them with a blunt efficiency that was far more diminishing than what you’ve faced from anyone in your group. you had it easy.
but, they listened to him.
you looked back down at your page, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.
maybe you could give it a shot, too.
“actually,” you murmured at your own table, voice hushed that it sounded like you were talking to yourself, “if we don’t account for–”
“we’ll get to the risk management later,” someone said lightly, already moving on. “this, this should be fine for now.”
you nodded, swallowing the rest of the thought.
the irony wasn’t lost on you – how easily you held your tongue, how practice you were at staying quiet. you were always so compliant when it came to everyone else – maybe that’s why it was easier for people to assume you needed less space.
your took careful notes, opting to still help somehow, but rather quietly. maybe you could share them later.
when the tutor called time, your group gathered their things with a satisfied ease, already discussing future steps – none cautionary.
you packed up more slowly than the others, the room emptying around you as you tucked the flimsy pages into your binder. katsuki stook as well, lingering just that extra moment longer to clean ideas up with his team, bag slung over one shoulder as he left.
for a moment, you wondered what it would be like if you were him – no, you wondered what it’d be like if he saw you like this. if he saw you here, thoughts pathetically tucked to the back of your mind because you were afraid of speaking up.
you followed your group out, ten unintentional steps behind, quiet as you’d been all session. and as you stepped into the hallway, an uncomfortable feeling settled in your chest from the tutorial.
instead of finding a spot on campus to study, you resorted to your cafe. it was efficient, that way you didn’t have to scramble before your afternoon shift.
needless to say, the cafe felt different at this hour. the sun was still light in the sky, hovering over fluffy clouds.
it was quieter somehow, like the space had already been filtered from its morning rush. the espresso machine hummed softly as it warmed up, the smell of ground beans and cleaning solution faint in the air. the smell was familiar enough for you to settle a little after that tutorial.
you slipped into the bathroom to change into your work shirt, apron loosely tied around your waist as you slide into your usual seat near the back – not the spot that katsuki picks. your notebook landed on the table with a dull thud, pages already marked from earlier – margins crowded with ink that bleed through the paper.
“early,” your manager, jess, hummed out casually, passing by with a tray of lattes.
“gotta study hard today,” you replied lightly, lifting the book slightly in explanation.
you weren’t alone for long. one by one, others filtered in – familiar regulars, a changeover of staff, some students from campus and the low murmur of complaints about uni, customers, and tiring schedules.
you managed to get some assignment work completed before your shift started.
afternoon rush. the quiet from earlier dissolved into movement, the loud hiss of steam, clatter of clips, and the familiar rhythm of orders being called out without any room to breathe. you tied your apron tight around your waist, pushing hair away with your wrist.
it was easy to work like this – head down, hands busy, sound blurring as background noise for whatever issue you tended to overthink about.
“one caramel macchiato,” you said gently, passing it to the gentleman who hovered by the counter. “thank you!”
around half-way through your shift, the door chimed. looking up on instinct – and there he was.
you keep on forgetting that he was practically considered a regular himself.
katsuki stood just inside the entrance, hair a little messier than usual, gym bag hung by his side, knuckles faintly reddened like he’d come straight from the gym – short sleeved black shirt clinging to his face, black joggers riding loose on his hips. he looked warm, temptingly warm.
you forgot how to breathe for half a second.
you stepped forward to the register, forcing your shoulders back, lips curving into a friendly smile that felt a bit too brittle.
“hi, katsuki,” you said, voice light. “what’s for today, the usual?”
he glanced at you, eyes sharp and focused, a bit tired, then flickered to the menu below like this was nothing more than routine.
“nah,” he started off, eyes still training the menu. “black coffee, medium. thanks.”
for some reason, your hands shook as you worked. it was only faint, but enough that you had to concentrate on the machine, on the order, where the black coffee item was. it was difficult focusing on your job when all you could think about… was the way his arms flexed when he shifted his weight.
when you rang it up, your thumb hovered over the screen, gratitude flowing to mind. you applied the staff discount before you could stop yourself, punching in the numbers like muscle memory.
katsuki noticed immediately with a slight downtilt to his lips. he leaned closer, brow furrowing as he looked at the total. “that’s not right.”
your throat tightened, an embarrassing warmth creeping up your neck. “employee discount,” you said quietly, voice still pitched. “we’re– um. allowed to.”
it wasn’t necessarily a lie, but it also wasn’t the truth either.
he studied you for a moment – sweat still damp on his porcelain skin, gaze unreadable with a flicker of confusement. “didn’t know i counted.”
your smile wavered. “you do, today i suppose.”
someone flickered across his face, then grief and finally placeable, he tapped his phone to the eftpos reader.
“huh,” he muttered. “thanks.”
by the time the interaction had ended, his order was complete. you passed him the cup, fingers brushing his knuckles by accident, the contact awfully fleeting.
“appreciate it,” he said, quiet, tiredness flickering in his gaze.
“of course,” you smiled back meekly, tone too sweet.
he moved to a table near the window, gym bag dropped at his feet as he took a long sip. he popped open his laptop with one hand, the other already reaching for the notebook he carried everywhere – edges bent, pages worn from use.
you watched from behind the counter with curious eyes as he settled in like it was routine. he scanned the page once, then started writing – fast, sort of aggressive, but deliberate strokes, barely pausing to think.
you found yourself smiling as you kept settling your eyes to him, as you supposedly cleaned the front of house, beginning the close. when something didn’t sit right, his pen stopped, jaw clenched as he stared at the problem like it had personally challenged him before continuing once more.
he didn’t look around, he didn’t look for you.
every now and then, he’d take another sip, grimacing faintly at how cold it had gotten, but reluctantly powering through anyway. this had always been the place he studied, you just weren’t always on shift to capture it.
you turned back to the register when someone called your name, the rhythm of the end of the shift pulling you once more. but even then, the image stuck. katsuki, framed by the window, streetlights blazing through the window and onto the shine of his skin, all in his own world and unaware of the way his presence threaded meaningly through yours.
you hated how much you liked watching him like this. just as much as you hated closing.
lights dimmed, music lowered, the soft-launch of chairs stacking so no more customers would come in. the espresso machine hissed one last time before being shut down, steam bleeding into the quiet shared amongst you and your coworkers. tiredly, you wiped the counters slowly one last time, shoulders aching, feet sore in a way that severed deep within your ligaments.
by the time you untied your apron, the cafe felt hollow, and you were exhausted.
you slung your bag snug against your side, tugging your jacket on as you stepped outside. the night air was cool, relaxing, but way too cold. instinctively, you checked the time on your phone, already mapping the walk home in your head and which possible shortcut would hurt less.
you adjusted the strap of your bag and started down the steps, each soft pat of your feet awakening you just a little. you were already halfway down the block when headlights swept across the pavement.
you barely registered it at first, thoughts hazy, eyes fixed ahead of you as you continued dawdling. sounds blurred together when you were this tired, so begrudgingly you kept walking, shoulder slumped, steps unhurried with the great reality of the amount of studying you had to do later on.
the car slowed beside you in your peripheral vision, the edges blurred around the edges as you yawned.
the window rolled down, still nothing.
the sound of your name cut through the fog like a sharp flick to your forehead.
“huh?” you halted mid-step glancing around frantically, blinking once and twice, disoriented till your vision focused on the car. the familiar shape, the low familiar hum of the engine, then him.
katsuki leaned across the centre console, frows furrowed, irritation flickering beneath his gaze. “what the hell are you doing?” he asked, voice gruff and utterly exhausted. “i’ve been driving next to you for, like, ten seconds.”
an embarrassed smile found your lips, a weak laugh escaping your lips as you moved closer. “oh– sorry, i didn’t even,” – a yawn – “must be really tired, didn’t notice.”
“yeah, i can tell,” he muttered, eyes moving over your features – the sag of your shoulders, the way your bag hung heavy on one side of you, and the way you didn’t even attempt to adjust it. “get in, i’ll drive you the rest of the way.”
your brain lagged behind his words, suddenly more awake now once processing them. “you don’t have to..”
“i know,” he said immediately, already reaching over to push the passenger door open. “come on, it’s freezing.”
you hesitated for half a second – your lingering feelings still alive in your chest, the thoughts – before giving in, crossing the remaining distance and climbing into the seat, warmth settling around you
katsuki waited till you buckled up, checking over his shoulder before pulling back onto the road like nothing unusual had happened.
“you gotta pay more attention,” he added, glancing at you briefly, the remnants of his attitude during tutoring come back as evident as ever. “someone else could’ve grabbed you, it’s late, too.”
you stared out the window, lips tugging into a small tired smile at his concern. “sorry.”
he clicked his tongue, cranking up the heater without looking at you. “right.”
the car filled with warm air, the comforting low hum of the engine steady beneath the silence. streetlights slipped past in slow intervals, washing the inside of the car with warm, gold undertones before disappearing.
neither of you spoke – exhaustion filling the car with an explainable silence.
you let your head rest lightly against the glass, eyes half-lidded, fatigue finally winning. you trusted yourself to sleep, because katsuki drove like he always did – focused, unhurried, precise cautionary checks as if this was nothing more than another errand he didn’t mind folding into his night.
you wondered, distantly, if this was how it always felt to be near him – safe, and quiet. he was always on your left shoulder, always near you.
it was getting hard to contain that affection blanketed beneath you. just how long were you going to last like this?
you had to find a way to swallow it down somehow if you wanted to remain in his orbit.
because it was just so unfair and greedy for you to want something that he wasn’t offering, especially if they were built from moments just like this.
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