#gamblersdoll

“shh,” katsuki shushes, lips brushing against yours. “just me and you, birthday girl,” he groans, fingering your clit and thrusting in and out in a slow motion of your cunt. “my pretty baby.” he cooed, licking the saliva dribbling from your mouth. “my beautiful birthday girl, just take it.”

“katsukiii,” you mewl, gasping at the force of his cock into your cervix.

“mhm, there ya’ go..” he muses, staring in awe as your pussy gushes around his shaft, lips wet and eyes filled with hunger. “see, you got to come so good,” he praises, pawing your tits.

like you guys broke up over him always being at clubs or gambling, a fair reason to break up in his eyes, but he gotta do what he gotta do. doesnt mean hes happy over it, but seeing you with a new dude? oh hes fucking cocky.

“new man, girlie?” he draws out, the vape leaving his lips and lazily looking to you. you nod, on your phone and licking your lips. “let me meet him.”

“uhm, no?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. “youre my ex for a reason.”

“uh, okay ouch.” he dramatizes, blowing smoke. “we still friends, aint’ we?” he asked, his hands on his thighs. “just looking out for my friends.”

you sigh.

“no, kinji, youre not meeting my boyfriend.”

“why the hell not? tell him to come over here tonight.” he baits you, eyes fixed on you and licking his lips. the evening sun always knew how to put all eyes on your beautiful deep and rich skin.

“that would mean id have to leave.” you protest, failing for his bait. you quickly realize, and you groan.

“so,” he starts, a chuckle to his voice and he leans forward with the vape between his pointer and middle finger. “man has no car? how is he gon’ get you if you need him?”

“kin—“

“aht!” he hushes you, making you bite your cheek in irritation. “how is he gonna take you to where you wan’ go to?” he asks, looking to you. “you gotta call your ex boyfriend to take you to your hair appointments and get your nails done.” he smirks. “matter of fact, tell him to uber here.”

a moment of silence washes over the conversation, and you breathe through your nose and look away.

“girl,” he barks, leaning back and spreading his thighs more— that delicious manspread he always did drove you mad and your center gets gooey. “let me get this straight—“

“you date me, a dude who actually has money— and a vehicle, but then downgrade to a broke lame dude?” he chuckled out his question, “i fuckin knew it.”

“kinji, chill out.” you nervously laugh, eyes wandering to his thighs.. where his delightful cock laid beneath his jeans. “it— its different, he doesnt have a job like yours.”

“you right, he ain’t got no job.” he retorts, watching your line of sight to his growing cock. he grabs himself through his jeans, making a show of his arousal and desire. “im an ex for a reason, pretty.” he purrs, biting his lip. “butttt, if you want this thick cock just fer’ you.. all you have to do is send that text and get on your back.”

“my back?” you choke out, the dick trance leaving you. “why?”

he cocks his head, eyes roaming over your body. “have i ever made you suck this dick before ive eaten yer’ creamy pussy?” he already knew the answer, watching your thighs tremble. “ gon’ head and send that weak breakup text, or you can watch me watch you.”

he clears his throat, looking at your lips for the longest time and scooting closer and closer. he licks his own, the constant thought of kissing you on repeat with his brain. he was in some shit.

deep, cruel shit.

“hey,” he accidentally croaks like a frog, and his ears turn red at the embarrassment of his tell. “uh—“

“mm?” you look up from your phone, lip gloss coating on your plush, plump lips. katsuki has to sit on his hands to restrain himself, his palms sweating.

fuck it.

his hand cups the side of your face, pulling you closer to him when his lips descend to yours. it takes you a moment, but you feel his lips slightly tremble. poor boy couldn’t restrain himself more than right now.

you kiss him slow at first, letting him lead at his pace and then slowly lace your fingers together. he groans, slowly pecking your lips until he deepens the kiss, pulling you onto his lap and holding your hips. “fuck—“ he whispers, tilting his head to go even deeper.

you smile into the kiss, peaking your tongue across his lips for permission that he grants in a instant. “please,” he says, his hands gripping the fat of your ass when his groin shifts upwards to bump against your clothed slit. you giggle, meeting him with every bump he emits and he moans inside of your mouth. “oh fuckin god,”

“mhm,” you groan, hands on his shoulders and feeing the heat rise in your belly as his hips become more frantic, chasing his release along with yours. “feels good, baby?”

he doesnt answer, deepening the kiss and eyes rolling with his eyes closed.

“the fuck?” he growled, clenching his jaw. “im not a simp.” he wasnt wrong, but he wasnt right, either. denki and him knew that. hell, everyone in the third years.

“you kind of are..” sero said, cleaning his reading glasses. “you did follow her around after a sudden switch up.” he chuckled, high fiving denki and scooting away when katsuki swung.

katsuki hated when people threw the truth in his face sometimes, especially when he didnt want to hear the truth he hated admitting. and that truth? he had a fucking crush on the pixie chick in his class. the one with the most beautiful, deep shade of melanin. the one whos pixie dust was like crack.

but whats even worse? he slept with you before making things official. it wasnt his intention, not really. he wanted to wait— but shit got hot and heavy quick. thinking about it made his cock thicken and leak. this shit was bad, because things could go wrong so quickly.

but what was the nail in the coffin? he would think that if he just got it out of his system, gaslighting himself into thinking that this was purely just lust, not true attraction and there was no future— but once he touched you, it was all over for you both.

“shit,” he had groaned, feeling your plush lips press against his jaw and lick. “damn , girl.” you giggled, which he thought would make his whole world go round. “keep goin’.”

there was no telling you twice, softly nipping and sucking and licking made his head spin and eyes roll back. he grinded his hips into yours, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. “need this cock, mm?” he mumbled in your ear, softly thrusting against you above the clothes you both wore.

it wasnt until he finally had sunken inside your delectable pussy, he froze. seeing your face when he filled you up in the most intimate way made him… weird. as if you purely just belong to him, as if it was supposed to be you and him. he rolled his hips, seeing your lips part and eyes roll back— this was it. it was over for the explosion murder god, dynamight.

he wanted to shrivel up and disappear but destroy everything when he embarrassed himself, by the next time he saw you, he fucking trailed you. was he a aspiring hero or a damn puppy that needed attention twenty four seven? you had even noticed, squeezing his arm and concerned etched in your face. “are.. you good, man?”

‘man?’ as if he wasnt balls deep inside you two night ago?

he scoffed and looked away, willing for the redness in his cheeks to just fucking go away. “im good, i needed to go that direction anyway.” he growled, he was having a bad habit of lying.

“mhm, okay bakugou.”you chuckled. “if you need me or somethin’ , open your mouth.” you rolled your eyes and turned away, to whatever god there was, katsuki still followed close.

he cursed at himself , wondering how the fuck you got to this point. him taking you down to his room. him having a night just fucking you rough but slow. him deciding he actually wants you, needs you, craves you—holy fuck, he had it bad for you. but when you brushed him off, pretended that you didnt sleep together and just… hung out? infront of everyone? he knew that it wasnt just something you told but.. you were just so cool about it? it somewhat made him question if he was the only one you were seeing.

he quickly scolded himself, even if you did see someone else, you werent dating eachother.

the words tasted like ash on his tongue.

his brain chemistry just clicks, eying you like candy and wants to admit that the dopamine rush is intense, his body acting on the first thought he gets when he lays eyes on you.

and last night, it was some panty fetish he randomly had. saw just the outline of your panties, and it was game over in the matter of minutes. immediately, like clockwork, you were on your knees with your face in the mattress— confused, aroused, moaning, and sensitive.

“you smell good, sweet girl..” he mumbles, pinching your clit through your panties and biting his lip. “just wan’na..” he stops, darting his tongue out at your clothed slit, dampening the fabric. “oh god..” he says muffled, hands pulling your thighs apart so he has more room.

“b—baby,” you mewl into the silky velvet sheets of your bed, “oh god, it feels good, but a little weird..”

he suckles, no longer damp, but soaked. “itll get better, mama.” he chuckles, his eyes rolling when he finds your swollen clit and teethed at it soft. “what we got here..?” he asked sing song, a soft smack to your ass. “yer getting so wet.. even without my help.”

she absolutely does love when her girlfriend and herself smoked a little weed, watched some of her preferred porn and it got both of you hot and bothered. i mean, what could you expect? girls had needs.

“damn,” she moaned softly, her glasses slowly falling off the side of her deep toned face and she rolled her eyes. her lips brushed against your neck, and her hands squeezed and groped at your heavy breasts. “this feels better than a fuckin’ toy..”

“mhm,” you mewled, your bare pussy grinding against her toned, yet soft thigh. “semiuu,” you mewled again, growing wetter when her peach fuzzed pussy brushes against your own thigh.

both of you were too high and horny for this shit, plush, thick lips smashing against each other for dominance but letting the other win. your foreheads press together, both of your hips rolling. you moan, finally coming to your senses to slow it down to get both of your clits to kiss each other.

“oh my god,” you whine, feeling your orgasm starting to slowly build, but wanting to take things slow— to savor it.

finally pressing through the woods of dating pools, apps and events, you thought you could get a break. a fucking deserved break! no more heroes, just civilians. theyd make more time and effort for the relationship! thats all you thought about, effort and time. it takes you a couple of times to finally emerge into the dating pools, but it was working.

was working, until that fuck decided to text you.

“hows your date going, baby? you know daddy misses you.”

your heart drops, how the actual fuck did he know that you were on a date?? you wanted to grind your teeth, your date sweaty now.

“so.. you used to date— dynamight?” he asks, hoping and praying that you didnt, because he knew hed be fucked up if you did. he had so many questions, for how long? when ? did you guys have kids?—

“we were married, but i divorced him.” you say, sighing when he quickly gathers his things to dine and dash out the semi fancy restaurant. another spoiled date, you thought. or maybe the date you chose was simply a bitch, obviously you wouldnt want that.

but he was the seventh spoiled date, for some reason— conveniently, katsuki was always aware.

“why do you make me do this, baby?” he whispered in your ear, hands in your panties copping a feel of your plump ass. he sucks in a breath, almost like he was resisting the temptation to get on his knees.. again. “what with all these dates ‘nd shit..? you really wanna move on from me?”

“we’re— fuck.. divorced, you perverted asshole.” you grit, trying your best to push him away. “get off and out.”

“jeez, you’re pickin’ up on my language.” he snickers, reminiscing on his art that littered your neck. “you vowed to me, ya know? that yer’ always mine.”

a irritation grew over you. “when you married me, and you werent always away from me.” you remind, putting salt in the wound. “maybe if you were around , we’d be married and you would have every right to do this.”

now he was irritated, flipping you onto your stomach on what used to be your dining table. he chuckled, pulling your head back by your hair and wagging his finger in your face. you somewhat missed when he did this, dominating you in the bedroom. “ah ah, i still have every right.” he coos, his fingers flicking at your entrance and slipping pass. “you havent gotten away from me, not at all.”

“katsuki—“

“uh uh, quiet.” he commands, pressing your face against the table as he hikes your leg up to crouch. “has this pretty little thing missed me?”

“no, i havent missed you.” that was a lie, a terrible one..

he leaves a slap on your ass, spitting on your clit. “meant this pretty pussy, girl.” he snarks, pulling you back by your hips to have a face full of your cunt. your breath hitches, him laughing vibrating against your skin. “still so fucking sweet.. bet you havent came in months, have you little slut?”

you nod, toes curling in embarrassment, pleasure, and sensitivity.

“you remember who yer daddy is, do ya?” he asks, tongue swirling around your clit. his hands press against the under cup of your ass, squeezing and jiggling. “i am, im yer daddy.” he reminds, licking up from your clit to your back to kiss. “how bad do you want me, baby? use your words.”

you couldnt , using your eyes. “please.”

“cmon’, dont tell me only months being separated you forget yer manners.” he raises an eyebrow, suddenly his tip was smearing pre up and down your slit. “do i need to remind you basics, baby?”