to these small bullet ones and pale pink vibrator wands. then these seven inch black veined dildos, a purple five inch one with ridges, a six inch smooth mauve one and multiple with those clit rabbit heads. a rose, one he is unable to describe but he thinks is for your clit. these hot pink suction nubs for your nipples, a remote for god knows what, batteries and a load of wires. then a bottle of lube. a big one that’s half full. the least surprising item is the unwrapped box of condoms.

“what the fuck?” he utters and when you walk in behind him you laugh.

“no, not that drawer! the one below it!” you say, closing away all your toys and opening the other one, pulling out your white phone charger.

“you… you have so many,” bakugou breathes and he has to blink two more times than necessary to not imagine you using one. fuck.

you shrug, “not really. my friends gifted me some, some were on sale and some were recommended online.”

you’re so casual about it, the fact he found over fifteen toys beside your bed, roaming freely that it empowers him. he pulls out the drawer again. clears his throat.

“w-which is your favourite?” he doesn’t know why he’s stuttering. his dick is hardening by the second. you in the morning with the sunlight streaming in using that dildo with the rabbit head. or you in the evening after work on your bed, with the vibrator with the big head. you like when he rolls you on your stomach during sex, do you use your toys like that too? nipples pinched, dildo in, vibrator on your clit?

“oh my god katsuki. you’ve gone all red,” you giggle, placing your hand on his forearm to reach up to kiss the corner of his mouth on your tiptoes, “are you imagining me using them?”

“no,” he blurts, then roughly wipes his nose. he flicks his eyes down your body, “i do wanna see you use them. if you’d want?”

“you know we’re dating now? you don’t have to be so nervous talking about sex.”

you’re so confident, winking at him, still not closing the drawer. he imagines you cleaning them in your bathroom, wrists flicking down the plastic cocks, wet and soapy after orgasming minutes ago.

“i’m not fuckin’ nervous,” he looks at the drawer, then back to your smiling face, “use one for me. on your bed.”

you raise your eyebrows and he rolls his eyes.

“please.”

Praise your cute shark boyfriend

edit: A close up to Link’s face 

you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.

You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.

Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?

You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.