Saiki didn't know what it was about her that made him so attracted to her.
That made him so addicted.
He craved her. Needed her, in fact.
The [h/c]-nette's soft skin, the sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla of hers, the bright [e/c] eyes that would widen with every kiss. The way she would whisper his name so quietly and in such a manner that sent actual shivers down his spine.
Her lips, soft and plump. Pouring all her love for him whenever they kissed. Her hands, fingers that would grasp his hair and tug when he presses kisses all along the nape of her neck, marking her as his, a reminder to him, her, and all the others. Saiki wanted them to know that she's his and only his.
The soft and shallow pants was the only sound heard in the dim bedroom. A murmuring followed next, a name being chanted, begging them.
The pink haired psychic looked up from the [h/c] haired girl's neck. His soft lips grazing her sensitive spot just on her collarbone, he whispered something as she whimpered, lips brushing amongst the skin making then teen beneath him squirm in anticipation.
He loved her skin, to him, it was just so soft and kissable. He's able to leave marks and love bites just about anywhere on her body. The scent attached to it, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafting into his nose as he would lean in each time. Always leaving him so intoxicated.
He planted a soft kiss on her neck before pulling away.
His magenta eyes roaming the body that he loved, that he practically worshipped, in awe and amazement. She had all the right curves in all the right places.
He just couldn't understand why you didn't think so. The psychic didn't know why you believed otherwise. He himself believed you had the body of a goddess, extra weight included, despite whatever you would say.
The whines broke the strawberry tinted male as he looked back down. His goddess, tied by the wrists and blindfolded to his liking.
God, you drove him wild. He could never think straight around you.
He shifted and he knew it alerted the girl of what was going on. Your soft voice calling out his name, making him want to groan already and take you right then and there.
He was now in a sitting position, one leg dangling off the bed the other outstretched. Kusuo reached his arm out, pulling you on top of his lap. The small yelp only made him more aggravated.
One arm loosely around your waist, palm resting on your thigh, his other arm up, hand that slipped up inside your top, now kneading the soft flesh of your breast.
The soft gasps and moans made the psychic shut his eyes as his own breathing became shallow and quick. The sounds that slipped your lips made him mad.
You gently rolled your hips against his own thigh that you you were sitting on, trying to ease the friction and neediness. Your own arms around his neck, hands on his head and fingers knotting and tangling themselves around his soft pink locks. You tugged a bit, taking your lower lip into your teeth as he then switched his actions, now giving attention to your other breast.
He pulled you closer, lips now grazing the outer shell of your ear, his hot breath fanning against your ear. It made you squirm and how much Saiki enjoyed seeing you shut your eyes and bite your lip.
You were such a sight to behold and the teen psychic couldn't believe just how lucky and blessed he was that you were his.
His grip on your thigh increasing just in the slightest and it felt amazing, not giving you chance to feel insecure, but more like feel so loved and appreciated.
The way he touched your body, so tenderly yet still roughly, it was too much and so much for you, especially after believing that no one would find you as beautiful as the psychic did. And how much you loved him for that.
Kusuo was so in love with you. With all of you.
Those who mocked you for your weight, calling you horrid things, saying unnecessary comments, suggesting stupid diets and whatnots. They were blind. That so called "fatass" fit oh so perfectly in his hand, the too much "chub" on her thighs, made it perfect for kissing, marking, and biting. Saiki could go on and on about how much he loved you.
And it wasn't just for your body, no matter how perfect it was to him.
God, your sweet personality was so damn alluring. He normally hated or at least found people to kind for their own good annoying but you?
You were different. And he knew that he wanted you.
Not being able to hold back, a small growl was heard from the psychic as he moved his hand from the inside of your shirt and then began to undo the buckle of his belt and pants. He just couldn't wait. He wanted you.
One he could never let go. One he was so addicted to. One he desperately needed to keep living.
The sound of his belt coming off made your cheeks flush and heart beat quicken. You knew what was going on despite the lack of sight and all you did was press your lips against the psychic's own warm lips hungrily.
The hand on your thigh, pressing you closer to him, needing the heat from your body against his own as he then unzipped his pants, letting out a huff from the very slight relief he felt.
Kusuo groaned into the kiss as he realized you managed to get the ties of your wrists off and felt your hand gently palming his hardened member through his boxers.
His tongued grazed your bottom lip, but choosing not to give in, you denied him access.
Another growl slipped his lips as he raised his hand to grab a handful of your ass making you gasp.
He was going to make you feel so good.
Saiki Kusuo was going to love your body the way it should be.
Because you were his goddess and he was going to worship your body the way it should.
I realized that I was gone for farrr too long! I did post quite a bit on my wattpad so I’ll be adding those onto here and then write your guys’s requests. I hope this makes you guys forgive me 🥺
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