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cw: porn with the tiniest bit of plot, power imbalance?? oral fixation?? (just covering my bases here idk he’s your dentist), semi public sex, size kink, reader is wearing a dress, things move quickly just suspend your disbelief pls adfsa, reader gets picked up, dry humping, unprotected sex, praise kink, lemme know if I missed anything
minors do not fucking interact
a/n: apparently I wrote this whole thing like 3 years and just??? never officially finished it?? idk what possessed me to write about him as a dentist but here we are.
"You've got a nice mouth," Dr. Bakugou says as he finishes up taking a look at your pearly whites.
His cheeks flush and so do yours. Thankfully, your mouth is too full of tools for him to expect a response. Why dentists engage in conversation while they have your mouth stuffed, you will never understand, but that certainly isn't something you'd ever thought you'd hear from such an attractive man, even in this setting.
"Sorry," he mutters, though it sounds like a grumble.
His cheeks are still flaming and you notice even through the bulky sunglasses that the dental assistant provided you before the blonde hovering above you stepped in to conduct your routine cleaning.
You avert your eyes, though you aren't sure he can even see them through the dark tint of the shades. Your body betrays you though, your legs crossing as you squeeze your thighs together.
He certainly isn't an unappleaing man. He seems like he's all muscle. His smile is perfect, as is to be expected of a dentist, but still. It seems like there's nothing imperfect about the dreamy specimen of a man who currently has your mouth pried wide open.
You would have parted your lips for him anyway, even if it wasn't obligatory. He's so goddamn mesmerizing. Ruby red eyes. Perfect bone structure. The height and stature that perfectly matches the aura that he seems to carry so effortlessly.
Confident. Accomplished. Capable.
You mind starts to wonder to exactly what he is capable of, but his voice cuts in, stirring you from your wandering thoughts as he swings the overhead light out of your airspace.
He pushes a button that has your chair rising to a seated position as you adjust yourself and remove the gaudy glasses from your face, which he takes.
"Sorry," he repeats. "That was a fuckin' weird thing to say," he mutters, pulling the rinse and suction from your mouth to wipe off his tools.
Maybe it wouldn't be so awkward if he wasn't the man you had a crush on all throughout high school. Maybe it would be, but still, you feel the need to ease the tension that has seeped into the room; it's just in your nature.
"Hey, a compliment is a compliment," you mutter once your mouth is free. "I'll take it."
He smiles and the sight is nearly enough to stop your heart. That crush never really went anywhere, you suppose.
"Guess they are a little hard to come by," he admits and you can't believe that he, of all people, is uttering those words.
"Even for you?" You ask, bewilderment evident in your tone.
He quirks a brow, resting his hands on his thighs as he scooots his rolling chair a little bit closer to you.
"What do you mean by that?" He asks in that signature rasp of his, the one that never failed to make your knees quake in high school, or now, if you're being honest.
"I mean, I would've thought you'd be used to hearing them, but I guess they are pretty sparse for men, huh?" You ask thoughtfully, shrugging. "Well, I can fix that. I think you're handsome. Always have, actually. I used to have a crush on you in high school."
His crimson eyes blow a little wider as he looks to your face. He can't believe that just came out of your mouth and, honestly, neither can you, but it seems to even up the scales of embarassment.
"Seriously?" He quirks a brow, rolling his chair to get a better view of your face. "I had the biggest crush on your back in school."
"Don't fuck with me," you laugh, because of course that's laughable.
"I'm not," he says sincerely, shaking his head as he chuckles, rolling his chair a bit closer to you so that his abdomen presses up against your thigh.
You look down at the contact briefly and he doesn't pull away. He just looks at you with nothing but the truth written on his face. He was serious.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" You ask.
"Why didn't you?" He returns, cocking his head to one side, that damned smile tugging at one corner of his lips.
"Because I never thought I stood a chance," you reply honestly.
"Which is exactly why I never said anything either."
You're stunned into silence, your lips slightly parted as he just stares back at you, that handsome grin of his appearing in full force as he studies your features.
"Maybe it's fate that we bumped into each other again," he says smoothly, daring to rest a hand on your knee.
"I didn't take you as the type to believe in fate," you surprise yourself when you respond, sitting up straight in the chair to lean closer to him.
"I'm not. Not usually, but this is too fuckin' weird to dismiss. Don't you agree?"
You survey him for a moment, wondering if maybe fate was actually playing a cruel trick on you, but his eyes still show nothing but sincerity and you can't help but to feel inclined to believe him, as incredulous as this situation may be.
'What should we do about this then?" You ask quietly, leaning in a bit closer as his hand slowly inches up your thigh.
"What we should have done a long time ago, I reckon," he murmurs as he leans in, unabashedly closing the gap between your bodies to let his lips hover just above yours.
He gives you a choice. You could walk out now, never return, and never have to face him again, but that isn't what you want. You want him. Part of you has always wanted him, so you seize the opportunity that fate has placed in your lap.
You lean in, your lips melting into his and then it's almost a blur. It's soft for a moment, but then the need kicks in for the both of you. You grab the ends of his white coat as he works his large hand into your hair, cradling your head as he slips his tongue into your mouth.
It's not overpowering, but it's definitely dominating. He works his tongue against yours like it's something that he is already intimately familiar with and you feel sparks flying. You can practically see them, despite that fact that your eyes are closed and your mind is reeling.
You give in, tugging on his coat to bring him closer and he responds in kind by standing to loom over you, gently guiding you back into the chair until he seems to change his mind.
He scoops you up like it's nothing, slipping his hands beneath your thighs to lift you as he reclines in the seat and lowers you onto his lap. His hands move to your ass, kneading at the flesh beneath your dress as he guides your hips to roll on top of his.
You can feel how hard he is already and, honestly, you're just impressed by how turned on he seems to be. Had he been sporting an erection this whole time? Was he just that hot and bothered?
You decide that you don't care as you shamelessly grind against him, letting a moan slip free from your lips when the two of you reluctantly part for air.
"Do you want to do this?" He asks, silently praying to a god that he hopes isn't watching as his hands slide up, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress.
"Yes," you respond breathlessly, deciding to commit to your spur of the moment decision by lifting your garment off and tossing it aside, leaving you in just your bra and panties as you dry hump him like your life depends on it.
"Fuck, you're even more gorgeous than I thought," he marvels, his vermillion eyes drinking in every inch of you as your burn under his gaze.
"Shut up," you mutter nervously as you lean in to capture his lips again before you lose your nerve.
He responds in kind, sitting up enough to start stripping off his coat while you help him out of his shirt, undoing the buttons in a hurry. He assists you, tossing the fabric aside once he's free of it's confines.
His muscles and his rippling abs are on full display, growing taut as your hands explore his torso. You pull back just to admire the sight, taking him in as he works to unclasp your bra and his lips move to your collarbone.
They travel along the path, sucking here and there as his tongue tastes your skin. It feels positively sinful and you couldn't care less. Someone could barge into the room, which you're certain isn't locked, and you still couldn't care less.
All that seems to matter is the feeling of skin on skin. His lips moving across your neck as he kisses up to behind your ear, a husky whisper leaving his lungs.
"Wish I’d done this years ago," he says, sucking on your pulse point with no mercy.
He's been starved for far too long, dreaming of the feel of your body since grade school. He's surprised that he was able to control himself long enough to conduct the fucking exam and now he's ready to let loose.
"Katsuki," you whine quietly.
The sound of his name leaving your lips is nearly enough to make him cum then and there. It only spurs him on, inspiring him to nip at the chaotic thrum of your racing heart just beneath the skin of your neck.
"Do you have any fuckin' idea how long I've waited for this moment?" He rasps, his hands growing more greedy, groping at every piece of your exposed flesh. "How long I have imagined you just like this, writhing beneath my touch, baby?"
"About as long as I've been waiting find myself underneath you," you respond breathlessly, arching into his touch as his hands knead the flesh of your breasts, dipping into the cups of your bra.
You sit up enough to reach back and undo the damned thing, desperate to get it out of the way already. You toss it aside without a second thought and then push your fingers into his blonde locks.
He reciprocates by tangling his fingers into your hair, tugging gently as he bullies his tongue into your mouth, letting his feign a fight for dominance until it takes your over completely.
"I wish I could take my time with you, but that'll have to wait," he breathes out, his chest heaving as he tugs off your panties, banishing them to the corner of the small exam room.
"I need you, Katsuki," you pant, your breath completely robbed as your head starts to spin.
Things were moving so quickly. This certainly wasn't how you thought you r routine dental check up would go, but you're not about to complain about the turn of events.
"I know, baby. you'll have me," he promises, making good on it by effortlessly scooping you up into his grasp.
His large hands slip under your thighs, the fat of your ass pressing against his fingers as he lifts you up and trades places with you. He reclines in the chair and seats you on top of him, doing you the favor of letting you feel his rock hard erection through his slacks.
You grind against him, his groan reverberating against your lips as you roll your hips, trying to catch your clit just right along the bulge in his pants and you suddenly can't think of anything else except getting him inside of you. If this felt that good, you can only imagine what it's going to feel like when you sink down onto his cock.
He must be thinking the same thing, because he bucks his hips, winding an arm around you to keep you suspended, hovering over him while he undoes his button and zipper.
You assist him reaching down to make quick work of the only obstacles standing in between you and the feeling of his cock slipping inside your dripping cunt.
"Good girl," he praises, helping you slide his bottoms down enough so that his cock springs free.
It's even bigger than you'd thought from the brief interaction that you'd had with it already. The tip is swollen with need and leaking precum as he grunts beneath you. The noise alone has you dying to take a seat and sink all of him inside of you already, but even with how wet you, his size is intimidating.
"Go ahead, baby. Sit down," he coaxes as he relaxes into the chair again.
You listen, because how could you refuse? You reach down to wrap your hand around the base, guiding the head of his impressive length between your folds, which swallow him with ease until you try to properly sit.
"You can do it, pretty girl. Take all of me," he whispers, sitting up to lean in and kiss along your neck again, running his tongue over your pulse.
It makes you clench, your walls squeezing the portion of his cock that you've managed to house within them so far. He moans and the sound in glorious. It's music to your ears as you bite the bullet and drop the rest of your weight into his lap.
"Oh my God," you whimper, breathing through the stretch as you get yourself acquainted with the sheer girth of him.
He lets out a sigh of relief, struggling to keep himself still, though he does so to allow you the opportunity to become attuned. He holds perfectly still, his eyes shut tight as he drinks in the feeling of you wrapped around him so tightly. He's suddenly afraid that he might not have the restraint to last very long; not when you feel this fucking magnificent.
“Katsuki,” you sigh, slowly rolling your hips to test how easily his cock will slide in and out of your warmth.
It’s immediately addictive. The thick veins along his length and the sheer girth of him makes the sensation mind numbingly glorious.
“Say it again,” he pants, his hands pawing at your ass as he helps guide your movements, spurring you to keep moving as if you need any more reason to.
“Katsuki,” you repeat breathily. It almost sounds like a whine.
A sharp, little gasp escapes your lips when he suddenly shifts beneath you, bucking his hips up just enough to bounce you once. The motion makes your eyes roll back and your hands fall to his toned pecs to keep your balance.
“Again,” you demand, though it’s truly more of a plea as your eyes meet his. “Fuck me, please. Fuck me just like that, baby.”
A devastating smirk spreads across his face and he obliges you at once. His large hands seize your hips and he plants his feet on the ground to give himself more leverage before he begins rhythmically bouncing you on his cock.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you pant, wanton moans falling freely from your lips as you toss your head back.
“Office ain’t soundproof, princess,” he warns, that handsome smirk of his persisting. “I don’t think you wanna give the assistant a reason to check on us right now.”
Your eyes widen slightly, your mouth stuck hanging ajar as you try to suppress the noises still threatening to rip form your lungs.
He doesn’t make it any easier either. He picks up the pace, keeping a smooth, steady stroke as that delicious, familiar pleasure builds deep within you. His eyes fall half-lidded and his breathy, sensual groans reach your ears as he reaches for your clit.
“You’re close, aren’t ’cha?” He asks with a smug grin that only makes you gush around him. “I can tell. I can’t fuckin’ wait to see you cum, gorgeous."
A clumsy nod is all that you can manage. Every other ounce of your focus is drawn to the coiling, pulsing sensation pooling deep in your core. Your nails dig in and your eyes cross as they roll back, the sting of your grip eliciting the most gorgeous sound you've ever heard from Katsuki's throat.
"Fuckin' do it, baby. Cum for me," he commands, though the timbre of his voice is almost soft.
It's sensual. And more than enough to catapult you into the aether. Your spine goes rigid, every muscle tightening in anticipation of the sheer bliss that floods your veins a moment later, leaving you crying out in pleasure.
It's music to his fucking ears, but he wasn't kidding about the office not being soundproof. He might have to fix that Katsuki thinks to himself as he claps his large hand over your mouth, leaving room for you to breathe through your nose.
You look at him, tears stinging your eyes and spilling onto your flushed cheeks and that — coupled with the force that your cunt is currently applying to his throbbing dick — is more than enough to send him spiraling right after you into the unknown.
In a haze of ragged breaths and minds that are somehow both bogged down and racing simultaneously, the two of you lock eyes again. Your past the peak of your highs, floating back down into the stark reality that awaits you in his now humid office.
"So, uh. 6 months, right?" You ask with what breath you've recovered.
"The fuck are you talking about 6 months?" He asks, brow quirked as that adorable little scowl of confusion pulls up the corner of his mouth.
"S'that how long I'm s'posed to wait to come and do this again?" You ask.
His smirk mirrors the one that's appeared on your lips. His laugh echoes around the once sterile room and he shakes his head.
"You're gonna be lucky if I give you 6 hours before we do that again and my shift ends in 8," he snorts. "This appointment was long overdue, gorgeous. I'm not waiting that long to taste you again."
*gently takes your face in my hands* hey. remember that fandom is for fun. if you're not having fun it is ok to step back. if you're intentionally making it unfun for others it is ok to step back. none of this is real. go sit in the sun and smell a flower. i love you.
cw: porn with the tiniest bit of plot, power imbalance?? oral fixation?? (just covering my bases here idk he’s your dentist), semi public sex, size kink, reader is wearing a dress, things move quickly just suspend your disbelief pls adfsa, reader gets picked up, dry humping, unprotected sex, praise kink, lemme know if I missed anything
minors do not fucking interact
a/n: apparently I wrote this whole thing like 3 years and just??? never officially finished it?? idk what possessed me to write about him as a dentist but here we are.
"You've got a nice mouth," Dr. Bakugou says as he finishes up taking a look at your pearly whites.
His cheeks flush and so do yours. Thankfully, your mouth is too full of tools for him to expect a response. Why dentists engage in conversation while they have your mouth stuffed, you will never understand, but that certainly isn't something you'd ever thought you'd hear from such an attractive man, even in this setting.
"Sorry," he mutters, though it sounds like a grumble.
His cheeks are still flaming and you notice even through the bulky sunglasses that the dental assistant provided you before the blonde hovering above you stepped in to conduct your routine cleaning.
You avert your eyes, though you aren't sure he can even see them through the dark tint of the shades. Your body betrays you though, your legs crossing as you squeeze your thighs together.
He certainly isn't an unappleaing man. He seems like he's all muscle. His smile is perfect, as is to be expected of a dentist, but still. It seems like there's nothing imperfect about the dreamy specimen of a man who currently has your mouth pried wide open.
You would have parted your lips for him anyway, even if it wasn't obligatory. He's so goddamn mesmerizing. Ruby red eyes. Perfect bone structure. The height and stature that perfectly matches the aura that he seems to carry so effortlessly.
Confident. Accomplished. Capable.
You mind starts to wonder to exactly what he is capable of, but his voice cuts in, stirring you from your wandering thoughts as he swings the overhead light out of your airspace.
He pushes a button that has your chair rising to a seated position as you adjust yourself and remove the gaudy glasses from your face, which he takes.
"Sorry," he repeats. "That was a fuckin' weird thing to say," he mutters, pulling the rinse and suction from your mouth to wipe off his tools.
Maybe it wouldn't be so awkward if he wasn't the man you had a crush on all throughout high school. Maybe it would be, but still, you feel the need to ease the tension that has seeped into the room; it's just in your nature.
"Hey, a compliment is a compliment," you mutter once your mouth is free. "I'll take it."
He smiles and the sight is nearly enough to stop your heart. That crush never really went anywhere, you suppose.
"Guess they are a little hard to come by," he admits and you can't believe that he, of all people, is uttering those words.
"Even for you?" You ask, bewilderment evident in your tone.
He quirks a brow, resting his hands on his thighs as he scooots his rolling chair a little bit closer to you.
"What do you mean by that?" He asks in that signature rasp of his, the one that never failed to make your knees quake in high school, or now, if you're being honest.
"I mean, I would've thought you'd be used to hearing them, but I guess they are pretty sparse for men, huh?" You ask thoughtfully, shrugging. "Well, I can fix that. I think you're handsome. Always have, actually. I used to have a crush on you in high school."
His crimson eyes blow a little wider as he looks to your face. He can't believe that just came out of your mouth and, honestly, neither can you, but it seems to even up the scales of embarassment.
"Seriously?" He quirks a brow, rolling his chair to get a better view of your face. "I had the biggest crush on your back in school."
"Don't fuck with me," you laugh, because of course that's laughable.
"I'm not," he says sincerely, shaking his head as he chuckles, rolling his chair a bit closer to you so that his abdomen presses up against your thigh.
You look down at the contact briefly and he doesn't pull away. He just looks at you with nothing but the truth written on his face. He was serious.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" You ask.
"Why didn't you?" He returns, cocking his head to one side, that damned smile tugging at one corner of his lips.
"Because I never thought I stood a chance," you reply honestly.
"Which is exactly why I never said anything either."
You're stunned into silence, your lips slightly parted as he just stares back at you, that handsome grin of his appearing in full force as he studies your features.
"Maybe it's fate that we bumped into each other again," he says smoothly, daring to rest a hand on your knee.
"I didn't take you as the type to believe in fate," you surprise yourself when you respond, sitting up straight in the chair to lean closer to him.
"I'm not. Not usually, but this is too fuckin' weird to dismiss. Don't you agree?"
You survey him for a moment, wondering if maybe fate was actually playing a cruel trick on you, but his eyes still show nothing but sincerity and you can't help but to feel inclined to believe him, as incredulous as this situation may be.
'What should we do about this then?" You ask quietly, leaning in a bit closer as his hand slowly inches up your thigh.
"What we should have done a long time ago, I reckon," he murmurs as he leans in, unabashedly closing the gap between your bodies to let his lips hover just above yours.
He gives you a choice. You could walk out now, never return, and never have to face him again, but that isn't what you want. You want him. Part of you has always wanted him, so you seize the opportunity that fate has placed in your lap.
You lean in, your lips melting into his and then it's almost a blur. It's soft for a moment, but then the need kicks in for the both of you. You grab the ends of his white coat as he works his large hand into your hair, cradling your head as he slips his tongue into your mouth.
It's not overpowering, but it's definitely dominating. He works his tongue against yours like it's something that he is already intimately familiar with and you feel sparks flying. You can practically see them, despite that fact that your eyes are closed and your mind is reeling.
You give in, tugging on his coat to bring him closer and he responds in kind by standing to loom over you, gently guiding you back into the chair until he seems to change his mind.
He scoops you up like it's nothing, slipping his hands beneath your thighs to lift you as he reclines in the seat and lowers you onto his lap. His hands move to your ass, kneading at the flesh beneath your dress as he guides your hips to roll on top of his.
You can feel how hard he is already and, honestly, you're just impressed by how turned on he seems to be. Had he been sporting an erection this whole time? Was he just that hot and bothered?
You decide that you don't care as you shamelessly grind against him, letting a moan slip free from your lips when the two of you reluctantly part for air.
"Do you want to do this?" He asks, silently praying to a god that he hopes isn't watching as his hands slide up, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress.
"Yes," you respond breathlessly, deciding to commit to your spur of the moment decision by lifting your garment off and tossing it aside, leaving you in just your bra and panties as you dry hump him like your life depends on it.
"Fuck, you're even more gorgeous than I thought," he marvels, his vermillion eyes drinking in every inch of you as your burn under his gaze.
"Shut up," you mutter nervously as you lean in to capture his lips again before you lose your nerve.
He responds in kind, sitting up enough to start stripping off his coat while you help him out of his shirt, undoing the buttons in a hurry. He assists you, tossing the fabric aside once he's free of it's confines.
His muscles and his rippling abs are on full display, growing taut as your hands explore his torso. You pull back just to admire the sight, taking him in as he works to unclasp your bra and his lips move to your collarbone.
They travel along the path, sucking here and there as his tongue tastes your skin. It feels positively sinful and you couldn't care less. Someone could barge into the room, which you're certain isn't locked, and you still couldn't care less.
All that seems to matter is the feeling of skin on skin. His lips moving across your neck as he kisses up to behind your ear, a husky whisper leaving his lungs.
"Wish I’d done this years ago," he says, sucking on your pulse point with no mercy.
He's been starved for far too long, dreaming of the feel of your body since grade school. He's surprised that he was able to control himself long enough to conduct the fucking exam and now he's ready to let loose.
"Katsuki," you whine quietly.
The sound of his name leaving your lips is nearly enough to make him cum then and there. It only spurs him on, inspiring him to nip at the chaotic thrum of your racing heart just beneath the skin of your neck.
"Do you have any fuckin' idea how long I've waited for this moment?" He rasps, his hands growing more greedy, groping at every piece of your exposed flesh. "How long I have imagined you just like this, writhing beneath my touch, baby?"
"About as long as I've been waiting find myself underneath you," you respond breathlessly, arching into his touch as his hands knead the flesh of your breasts, dipping into the cups of your bra.
You sit up enough to reach back and undo the damned thing, desperate to get it out of the way already. You toss it aside without a second thought and then push your fingers into his blonde locks.
He reciprocates by tangling his fingers into your hair, tugging gently as he bullies his tongue into your mouth, letting his feign a fight for dominance until it takes your over completely.
"I wish I could take my time with you, but that'll have to wait," he breathes out, his chest heaving as he tugs off your panties, banishing them to the corner of the small exam room.
"I need you, Katsuki," you pant, your breath completely robbed as your head starts to spin.
Things were moving so quickly. This certainly wasn't how you thought you r routine dental check up would go, but you're not about to complain about the turn of events.
"I know, baby. you'll have me," he promises, making good on it by effortlessly scooping you up into his grasp.
His large hands slip under your thighs, the fat of your ass pressing against his fingers as he lifts you up and trades places with you. He reclines in the chair and seats you on top of him, doing you the favor of letting you feel his rock hard erection through his slacks.
You grind against him, his groan reverberating against your lips as you roll your hips, trying to catch your clit just right along the bulge in his pants and you suddenly can't think of anything else except getting him inside of you. If this felt that good, you can only imagine what it's going to feel like when you sink down onto his cock.
He must be thinking the same thing, because he bucks his hips, winding an arm around you to keep you suspended, hovering over him while he undoes his button and zipper.
You assist him reaching down to make quick work of the only obstacles standing in between you and the feeling of his cock slipping inside your dripping cunt.
"Good girl," he praises, helping you slide his bottoms down enough so that his cock springs free.
It's even bigger than you'd thought from the brief interaction that you'd had with it already. The tip is swollen with need and leaking precum as he grunts beneath you. The noise alone has you dying to take a seat and sink all of him inside of you already, but even with how wet you, his size is intimidating.
"Go ahead, baby. Sit down," he coaxes as he relaxes into the chair again.
You listen, because how could you refuse? You reach down to wrap your hand around the base, guiding the head of his impressive length between your folds, which swallow him with ease until you try to properly sit.
"You can do it, pretty girl. Take all of me," he whispers, sitting up to lean in and kiss along your neck again, running his tongue over your pulse.
It makes you clench, your walls squeezing the portion of his cock that you've managed to house within them so far. He moans and the sound in glorious. It's music to your ears as you bite the bullet and drop the rest of your weight into his lap.
"Oh my God," you whimper, breathing through the stretch as you get yourself acquainted with the sheer girth of him.
He lets out a sigh of relief, struggling to keep himself still, though he does so to allow you the opportunity to become attuned. He holds perfectly still, his eyes shut tight as he drinks in the feeling of you wrapped around him so tightly. He's suddenly afraid that he might not have the restraint to last very long; not when you feel this fucking magnificent.
“Katsuki,” you sigh, slowly rolling your hips to test how easily his cock will slide in and out of your warmth.
It’s immediately addictive. The thick veins along his length and the sheer girth of him makes the sensation mind numbingly glorious.
“Say it again,” he pants, his hands pawing at your ass as he helps guide your movements, spurring you to keep moving as if you need any more reason to.
“Katsuki,” you repeat breathily. It almost sounds like a whine.
A sharp, little gasp escapes your lips when he suddenly shifts beneath you, bucking his hips up just enough to bounce you once. The motion makes your eyes roll back and your hands fall to his toned pecs to keep your balance.
“Again,” you demand, though it’s truly more of a plea as your eyes meet his. “Fuck me, please. Fuck me just like that, baby.”
A devastating smirk spreads across his face and he obliges you at once. His large hands seize your hips and he plants his feet on the ground to give himself more leverage before he begins rhythmically bouncing you on his cock.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you pant, wanton moans falling freely from your lips as you toss your head back.
“Office ain’t soundproof, princess,” he warns, that handsome smirk of his persisting. “I don’t think you wanna give the assistant a reason to check on us right now.”
Your eyes widen slightly, your mouth stuck hanging ajar as you try to suppress the noises still threatening to rip form your lungs.
He doesn’t make it any easier either. He picks up the pace, keeping a smooth, steady stroke as that delicious, familiar pleasure builds deep within you. His eyes fall half-lidded and his breathy, sensual groans reach your ears as he reaches for your clit.
“You’re close, aren’t ’cha?” He asks with a smug grin that only makes you gush around him. “I can tell. I can’t fuckin’ wait to see you cum, gorgeous."
A clumsy nod is all that you can manage. Every other ounce of your focus is drawn to the coiling, pulsing sensation pooling deep in your core. Your nails dig in and your eyes cross as they roll back, the sting of your grip eliciting the most gorgeous sound you've ever heard from Katsuki's throat.
"Fuckin' do it, baby. Cum for me," he commands, though the timbre of his voice is almost soft.
It's sensual. And more than enough to catapult you into the aether. Your spine goes rigid, every muscle tightening in anticipation of the sheer bliss that floods your veins a moment later, leaving you crying out in pleasure.
It's music to his fucking ears, but he wasn't kidding about the office not being soundproof. He might have to fix that Katsuki thinks to himself as he claps his large hand over your mouth, leaving room for you to breathe through your nose.
You look at him, tears stinging your eyes and spilling onto your flushed cheeks and that — coupled with the force that your cunt is currently applying to his throbbing dick — is more than enough to send him spiraling right after you into the unknown.
In a haze of ragged breaths and minds that are somehow both bogged down and racing simultaneously, the two of you lock eyes again. Your past the peak of your highs, floating back down into the stark reality that awaits you in his now humid office.
"So, uh. 6 months, right?" You ask with what breath you've recovered.
"The fuck are you talking about 6 months?" He asks, brow quirked as that adorable little scowl of confusion pulls up the corner of his mouth.
"S'that how long I'm s'posed to wait to come and do this again?" You ask.
His smirk mirrors the one that's appeared on your lips. His laugh echoes around the once sterile room and he shakes his head.
"You're gonna be lucky if I give you 6 hours before we do that again and my shift ends in 8," he snorts. "This appointment was long overdue, gorgeous. I'm not waiting that long to taste you again."
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all I can think about is kissing Zuko and rn RICHMAN by 3OH!3 is trending so if anyone needs me I’ll be dancing in front of my mirror and daydreaming like it’s actually 2008 again
