You wear this tight little white shirt at your best friend's house for a sleepover. It's a little too small and your tits are a little too big to fit the shirt properly, making the material stretch a little thin and in the right light anyone can see your nipples. But it's just you and your bestie, no harm no foul and it's a joke shirt anyway, bright pink letters straining from your breasts that spell out cowboy pillows.
Expect there is harm, there is foul.
Your best friend's older brother is home tonight, when he shouldn't be. Boots at the door, hat tossed onto the entry table.
Ya know the guy you have a big fat love hate crush on, Bakugou Katsuki.
He sucks his teeth, mutters "trashy" under his breath and you flick him off with burning cheeks.
And somehow around two or three am you find yourself plastered to him, forehead to forehead with that tiny shirt pushed away from your now bruised and bitten tits.
His hips rocking as he fucks his fist, his face sticky from your cum before he's shooting rope after hot rope onto your spasming stomach all while looking you dead in the eyes.
It's quiet for a moment, the two of you panting, him closing the gap between your mouths for a kiss only for you to interrupt the action.
"Thought you said this was trashy." Sharp claws tugging at the shirt. Breaking what little bonding was made between the two of you. Katsuki snarls then scoffs as he rolls his eyes. Slapping your sensitive cunt hard enough it echos.
"It is. Why else did ya think I didn't cum inside?"
