pairing: IZUKU, KAMINARI & HITOSHI (time skip) — how some of my favs bnha men would deal with your jealousy in public.
content warning: sēxual themes and interaction, teas¡ng, clothed touches?, blow and hand job, possess¡veness (reader, you're crazy girl, but I get it) — +𝟏𝟖 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 - 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈
A/N: English is NOT my first language. I do apologise for possible mistakes and spelling errors - do let me know if you find any, other than that (hopefully) enjoy જ⁀➴ ♡
IZUKU
'girl, fuck' mina's voice hits the back of your neck as she leans against the marble bar counter. 'what is he doing?'
you shake your head, oblivious to his thought process. twisting your arm behind your back you wiggle your fingers at your best friend. laughing softly, she lays on your hand a little crystal glass with some scotch and ice in it.
'fuck if I know'
sipping on your drink, you feel your eyelid trembling as your gaze hardens with annoyance.
'how long has it been?' one of your co-workers asks - her tone only enlarging the abyssal pit of your jealousy.
'shit!' turning your head to face mina, your heart skips a beat as she looks down at her phone screen. 'almost an hour'
'damn'
pinching the bridge of your nose you scoff, as your eyes return to your all too innocent boyfriend. candidly talking to a girl that cornered him like a wild predator, sixty minutes ago.
watching as the girl laughs at something he said, you feel your eyes roll in irritation. groaning to yourself you feel mina's hand come up to your shoulder, gently massaging them as she soothes your rage with some sweet words.
suddenly your eyes widens in shock, as the girl in front of izuko, leans into him. flattening her palm all over his large chest, using him like a human wall as she rests her weight against him.
everyone around you gasps - including you.
oh, that's fucking it
leaving the close proximity of your best friend's body you laugh bitterly, as you reach around her to grab another drink from the bar countertop.
approaching your boyfriend you sense your heels ‘clack’ against the pavement with same force your heart is pounding inside your chest.
'hey babe'
you greet him, voice strained by ire.
'sweetheart!' his eyes lights up, as is hands runs towards your body. cupping your face, he caresses your skin adoringly nuzzling his nose over your cheek as he kisses your lips faintly. 'hi'
you feel your body melt a bit into his touch. your flexed muscles now relaxing against the cold crystal's glass. inhaling his intoxicating cologne you smile, almost forgetting the reason you strolled over.
the girl, now long forgotten by izuku, clears her throat loudly, crossing her arms in front of her chest - annoyance slipping out of her every move.
faking a polite smile, you forcefully shove the drink in his hand, as you position yourself deep into his body. your exposed back now touching his broad chest, as you push your ass feebly against his clothed dick.
'yes, hi' looking right at her, you grin mentally as you detect your boyfriend's arm circle your waist pulling your body even closer to his. 'you must be...'
'we were having a conversation, actually' motioning away your question with her hand, she scoffs.
in a quick and subtle movement you adjust your arm behind your back, inching it lower and lower as you hover it over izuku's trousers. playing lightly with his belt and the covered skin of his toned abdomen, you let your fingers linger over his body as they craft their way to the imprint of his cock.
the soft gala's music falters faintly in izuku's ear as he finally feels your fingers trace the shape of his sex, in a slow and deliberate motion.
'you sure were' sensing an irrational anger crawl over your skin, you swirl your fingers around his head. nails gently brushing over his tip, you follow the prominent outline of his glans.
turning your head to the side, you look up at izuku's face, bobbing your hand up and down his dick. 'what were you guys talking about?'
your boyfriend's lips part in a silent moan as he stumble all over his words. his fingers now insinuating their way deep into the plush of your hips, curving and marking their shape over them.
'baby?' you push him again, feeling his hips move into your hand, following the cruel pace you set just for him.
'he was telling me about his UA days' the girl answers for him.
angling your face back to her, you hum. 'uh, fun! what exactly did he say?'
the girl rolls her eyes at you, gesturing her hands in all directions as she summarises what he said to her earlier.
nodding along as she speaks, you grip down on his zipper, slowly pushing it down. slipping your fingers inside his pants, you stroke him softly. grazing sweetly as his tip, feeling a little pool of his arousal form right under your digits.
his arms pushes your back flat against his body, trying to disguise your sinful actions to everyone's eyes.
his breath hitches, letting a strangle little whimper escape his lips right by your ear. feeling your pussy clench around nothing but air, you thrust your hips back into him, as you strangle his length in your hand.
'b-baby' he cries out, rutting his hips sloppily against your ass.
a victorious smile plasters on your lips. removing your arm from behind your body, you inch your fingers closer to your mouth. faking a surprise expression, you part your lips, letting your tongue subtly wash over them - wetting the pads of your fingers.
ignoring your next move, your boyfriend's grips hardens onto your skin, grinding his cock harshly over the thin texture of your dress. closing his eyes, he hides his face into your hair, biting his lips as he feels himself getting savagely closer to the edge.
widening his eyes, he lets a silent 'fuck babyy' slide past his lips. sensing your wet fingers work their way inside his boxers, he jolts up as the agonised skin to skin contact finally reaches his brain.
humming at the girl still talking in front of you, you glide your thumb over his tip, playing with his pre-cum smearing it all over his pinkish cock head.
'ah!' izuku's loud squeak makes your clit pulse wildly in between your legs.
with panic filled eyes, your boyfriend removes your hand from his cock. zipping his pants back up, and adjusting his crotch into a seemingly normal position he grips a hand over your hip - flexing his digits harshly into the plush of your flesh.
'sorry' he smiles at the girl, already guiding your body out of her way. 'we have to go'
not even sparing her another glance, izuku starts walking towards a seemingly dark hallway. almost empty expect for some servers passing by sporadically.
as he sends your back flat against the wall, you smirk inching your arms up, circling his neck. pushing his face closer to yours, you pull ruthlessly on his roots, making his face contort as the pain shoots through his system.
'what happened, mh?' izuku pants in the crook of your neck, letting his hips rut restlessly against your clothed cunt. 'suddenly scared of letting her eyes run all over you?'
'shit baby' sliding a hand over your under thighs he grips on your skin, locking your leg tightly around his hip. the deep slit of your dress raises highly at your pelvis, almost exposing the thin line of your g-string.
izuku's hand squeezes your ass, angling his fingers impossibly closer to your core. feeling the radiating heat your wet cunt emanates he moans biting into your shoulder as his hips stutter over their own rhythm.
'that's it?' voice deep and rough. his condescending tone, made your pussy clench agonisingly tight around nothing as his fingers play with your arousal. 'you jealous?'
'I can feel your stupid fucking smile on my skin izuku'
your boyfriend laugh breathlessly as your hips thrust back into his. untangling a hand from his soft green curls, you travel it down his body. gripping your fingers around his wrist, you guide him to your pussy, moaning into his ear as his fingers plunge deep inside your wet cunt.
'gooood, that's so fucking mean' crying out in a deep whiny voice, he bites down on your shoulder. marking the skin under your dress with his presence.
'is this what - jus' like that baby, good girl squeeze down on my fingers' scissoring and curling his digits in all the right places, you let your head fall like dead weight against the wall. 'claiming me does to you?'
feeling irritation claw deep marks over your skin, you arch your back circling with your fingers his big wrist. straightening his head back, he looks down at you, letting his beautiful puppy dog eyes search desperately for yours.
'baby...?' kissing him softly, you part your lips letting your tongue slide gently over his.
hugging your body in his large one, he moans into the kiss, opening his mouth in desperate way to deepen and quickens the pace of your torture.
smiling over his mouth, you reach down, grabbing his dick with your hand - moving your wrist faintly as you touch him.
'you're mine' strangling his dick with your fingers, he chokes out a strained breath as his eyes close shut. 'say it back to me'
'i-i'm shit!' playing with his clothed tip, you use your thumb and middle finger to squeeze hard on it - almost milking him dry. 'yours! I'm yours baby - it's you, only you always'
feeling his dick relentlessly twitch in your hand, you weaken your movement as you kiss his lips softly.
'good boy' leaving his dick with your hand, you readjust your dress over your curves. brushing a hand through your hair, you feel his gaze desperately search for yours as his hips move on their own against the ghost of your hand. 'now suffer for a bit, yeah?'
izuku's throat closes up as a defeated moan leaves his lips.
'i'll deal with you at home'
KAMINARI
your hips swings softly as the loud club music gathers in your ear drum. the thin texture of your dress clings desperately over your flesh, using your sweaty coated skin as a kind of glue. hugging your curves at every drag of your hips, you feel your nipples harden as the soft fabric grinds over them.
'babes!' momo's pitched high voice screeches loudly against your ear. 'where the fuck is denki at? I'm thirsty'
your face move on its own, as you inch your chin over the first floor railing. where across from your eye sight your man is waiting patiently, elbows sprawls lazily over the countertop, for your drinks.
your friend's nod, not even bothering to look down.
on the other hand, you feel your gaze now glued to his figure as you watch him entertain a conversation with a unknown girl. brows furrowing lightly on your forehead, you step closer to the railing, resting your forearm on the cold metal as you watch.
the girl is now playing with his blonde locks, tracing a finger adoringly over the black lightening bolt on the side of his head.
scoffing, you feel your skin ignite with fiery jealousy.
smirking at the girl, kaminari leans his back smugly over the edge of the counter top, using his elbows, again, for support. his short white tee raises up his abdomen even more, as it follows the motions of his arms. revealing, to that girls eyes, his sculpted abs and his soft yellowish happy trail.
your boyfriends smirks as he watches the girl follow his hair path greedily.
your seething gaze almost burns a hole right over his smug features.
sensing eyes on him, he follows his instinct with his face. letting the smirk on his face enlarge even more as he watches you grip the railing angrily.
gliding his tongue over his pearly white teeth, he winks at you before returning his attention to the girl at his side.
fucking brat
after ten minutes you sense his cologne hug your mind, making your brain foggier as its loses itself in his essence. two strong arms circles your waist, pushing your body flat against his back.
'hey mama' you feel his dick shoot up against your ass, almost in a greeting manner. 'you miss me?'
ignoring his teasing remark your keep dancing, using his body as your personal pole. moving your hips in a circular motion, following the enchanting rhythm of the latin music pumping out of the big stereos.
cupping your jaw whit his fingers, he forcefully brings your ear closer to his mouth. licking sensually the shell of your ear, he bites down on your lobe making your clit softly pulse in between your legs.
'keep ignoring me baby, c'mon' brushing his hand downwards, he circles the side of your neck, lightly choking you as his hips thrust more vigorously against yours. 'lemme see how much I pissed you off'
deep primal anger clawing deep marks into your skin, you turn around, facing him. without uttering a single sound, you reach for his forearm, tangling your fingers dense over his skin.
leading him through the never ending crowd of your friends, you bring him over to one of the many sofa's placed all over the privet. pushing his torso down, you force his legs to flex as his back hits the leather coated couch.
turning your back to him, you grip the red silk of the separè tent surrounding the small space - closing them forcefully.
resting a knee at his side, you lay a hand on his shoulder steadying your body as you straddle his waist.
'that's it' cupping the back of your thighs with his palms, he brings your body impossibly closer to his - helping you finally sit down on him. 'come to me'
letting his hands roam freely all over your body, he moans gripping and tugging at the faint strings of your panties, escaping through the impossibly low split on your back.
'goddam mama' inching his face closer to yours, he brushes your lips with his. letting his tongue bolt out of his eager mouth, he let's it trace the outline of your bottom one as he breaths a little whimper out. 'you're sooo pretty when you sit in my lap'
slapping away his face from yours, you feel his dick twitch inside the imprisonment of his pants. parting his lips, he turns his face to you, gazing up at you with lust filled eyes as the burn of your previous smack, paint his cheek red.
'fuck' he moans, thrusting his hips up to meet yours in a dizzy frenzy state.
tangling your fingers around his black choker, you pull on it, making his face move closer to yours again. his eyes rolls in the back of his head, as a little drool flee from his full lips.
licking his face clean, you grind harder on his clothed erection. his hands grip harshly at your skin, as his face deepens inside the crook of your neck.
'that's why you act like a fucking brat?' grazing your teeth over his neck, you suck hard over his skin, marking his body as yours. 'you want me to claim what's mine?'
nodding like his life depends on it, he lets out a loud waterfall of sinful high pitched moans as his hips ram undisturbed at your clothed cunt.
'over and over again?' sliding a hand over his torso, you play with his happy trail, teasing his body. tracing the prominent silhouette of his v- line, you can't help but moan as your hips move harshly over his hard cock.
'yesyesyesyes' sensing your fingers finally wrap around his length he groans into you, letting his dick twitch freely in your hand. 'I'm yours, I'm yours'
'please' he pants heavily, looking up into your eyes with a wild expression. lips parted and overly glossy, as he breaths out painful moans. eyes half hidden, as they sweetly swell up in submissive tears.
'mark me up, mama'
toying with his cock, you free him of his textured cage. angling your head down, you part your lips spitting a big glob of saliva onto it.
swirling your hand around the length, you coat your essence with his pre-cum, wetting his cock in its entirety.
squeezing his base in between your fingers, you look up at him. again, gripping his choker your guide his head up, facing you. slowly he opens his eyes, rolling them in the back of his head soon after.
'soo good mama' panting, he thrusts up, fucking your hand. 'don't ever stop - augh'
you hum, sliding your thumb over his syrupy coated tip.
'you'll behave from now on, right?'
'nah' smirking right in your face, he lets his tongue break free of his lips, thrusting even faster into your hand.
'don't piss me off kami' squeezing his balls with your other hand, you push his head back, making it feebly hit the headrest of the couch.
'oh fuck, mama - I'm sooo close'
leaving his dick with your hands you watch as it bounces back against his hard abdomen. crying out desperately for you, denki grinds his hips against nothing as he feels you leave his body.
'if you keep this up' readjusting your dress over your legs, you shake your head, letting your hair sort themselves out.
'I'll use your dick as fucking dildo all night long. no breaks, no begging me to stop - just raw primal fucking'
leaving the private space you created, you walk through the crowd.
'wait, fuck' your boyfriend walks behind you like a puppy on a leash, using his hands to readjust his hard dick in his pants. 'are you for real?'
screaming over the loud club music he lets his voice rip thought the sound barrier hoping that you'll hear him.
'the car is right outside this dump!'
HITOSHI
back flat against the harsh gym concrete wall, you watch, as your arms crosses on their own over your chest, as your 'sparring partner' flirts back with a girl.
pursuing your lips, you let your features reflect every inch of annoyance that you feel inside your body. scoffing, you roll your eyes, letting your head hit the wall as you shut the dreadful scene out of your mind.
sadly, it doesn’t last long. as a deep chuckle leaves shinso lips, you feel your head shoots up as your body moves on its own towards his figure.
placing your palm on his flexed bicep, you squeeze his skin, making his head turn swiftly in your direction. his eyes lingers over your face, as a silent question spreads across the space in between your bodies.
'babe' raising his arm up, you swoosh through the opening stuffing your body deeply into his torso. smiling, you feel you body relax as you see the girl take a step back, putting some more distance between their bodies.
'what are you...'
ignoring his curious whispers in your ear, you raise your arm up, inching your hand closer to the girls body.
'hi!, you must be..?'
the girl suddenly panics as her cheeks reddens softly under the harsh gym lights.
'late!' scrambling to the ground she tangles her fingers around the handlers of her gym bag. pulling it easily through her arm and over her shoulder. 'very, very late. bye'
as she walks away, you feel shinso's body get even closer to yours, as his big arms circles the exposed skin of your tummy in a tight hug.
'oh, please do explain' his deep tone sends chills down your spine, making your body spasm faintly into his grip.
'c'mon' untangling his arms from your body, you start to walk towards the tatami mat, waiting for him to rejoin you.
'absolutely not, baby' he mocks you, grinning smugly at your surprised expression.
walking slowly towards you, he crosses his arms over his chest, making his biceps flex heavenly under the bright lights.
his muscles stirs under his stretched skin, making every veins pop to life right under your very eyes.
controlling the impulse to roll your eyes in the back of your head, you gulp down a stubborn glob of saliva.
'or even better' inching his hand closer to his face, he touches his lips. tracing the outline of their plumpness with his fingers. 'let me guess'
your clit pulse roughly in between your legs as his tank top raises higher over his v-line, exposing his sculpted sweaty abdomen as well as his thick and colourful happy trail.
closing the distance in between your bodies, he grips his fingers around your chin, angling your face to finally meet his darkened gaze. caressing your cheek with his thumb, he feels your body shiver against his.
'you want me so bad, isn't that right baby?' his condescending tone made your cunt spams around nothing as your mind falls prisoner of a deep numbness. 'so bad, that even a little competition scares you'
his other arm coddles the small of your back, grazing his fingers at your spine, making you arch deeper into his torso.
shaking your head, you close your eyes, freeing your face from his sweet grasps.
'fuck off' turning your back to him, you bend over reaching for your abandoned towel now laying on the floor. shinso takes a quick inhale as he looks at your ass, perfectly hugged by your black gym shorts.
coming back up, you pass the towel over your neck, moaning teasingly as its surface touches your damp skin.
'I just know what I want'
'yeah?' feeling his dick twitch softly under his heavy gym shorts, he grips your hips with his hands. turning your body to face him, he guides your back against the wall as both his arms comes up at either side of your head - caging you against him.
'and that'd be me?'
'mhm' nodding, you circle his neck with your arms, brushing your fingers lightly over his soft purple locks. 'hard to miss'
shinso let’s a deep laugh leaves his lips, as his hands craft their way over your body. squeezing down onto your hips, he smirks, letting the imprint of his hand roughly blossom over your skin.
panting, you pull shinto's face closer to yours. letting your lips softly brush against one another, you moan bathing in the comfort of his body finally so close to yours.
'that's all it took for you to break down, baby?' trailing a candied line of kisses down your face to your neck, he smiles. biting and sucking on a little spot that made your breath hitch as a little moan broke free from your mouth.
'toshi' pulling on his roots, you try and inch his face upwards.
'I know, I know I'm here puppy' letting you guide his movements he finally looks into your eyes, as a huge grin plasters smugly on his features.
tapping his fingers mildly against your cheeks, he brushes his lips against yours letting his tongue dance across your parted ones.
'open f'me' obliging his request, you part your lips. pushing your tongue slightly out as you look up at him.
'good girl' he inaudibly whispers. opening his mouth as well, he lets a little glob of saliva descend his lips, landing right over your tongue.
your body trembles as a loud moan strolls over your tongue and softly insinuates its way into his ears.
groaning at the sight of you so obedient for him, he inches closer to you, letting his tongue lay flat against yours. closing your eyes shut, you bury your hands in his hair as he devours your face in a deep and agonisingly slow kiss.
his hands explores your body, squeezing and parting your ass cheeks as his clothed erection grinds all over your wet pussy.
crying out you feel your head spinning, as your nails claw their way into the deepest parts of his scalp.
'focus' he grunts, tapping his digits forcefully against your cheek. 'kiss me back, c'mon baby'
moving your mouth against his, he moans spanking your ass as he smirks into the kiss.
feeling your hips shamelessly rut against his, shinso lets his hand descend your body. slipping his fingers past your gym shorts he cups your pussy whole in his large palm.
parting your lips in a breathless moan, you grind against his palm, feeling his teeth graze at his previous love bite.
'I can feel your little clit desperately pulse against me baby' moving his fingers over your labia, he flickers your little bundle of nerves with the pad of his finger, making your body jolts up in surprise.
'c'mon' sliding his hand out of your shorts, he rests his forehead against yours.
suddenly slapping your clothed pussy, he then starts to walk away pulling your wrist with him as he strolls through the empty gym.
'let me take you out to dinner - then I'll serve your every need'
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wanted to add some more characters (tamaki) but i’m so tired of having this in my drafts collecting dust 💀
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in a world of teasing, blushes, and stolen glances, law stops wearing his hat because of your compliment, but then the crew's teasing only makes everything more complicated—and maybe a little more perfect.
a/n: cutest thing I could ever think of, ngl
words count: 2.5k
tags: fluff, gender neutral reader, humor, slow burn, silly love
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
It starts like this.
You’re both sitting on the deck of the Polar. It’s quiet. The sea is calm. Law is reading a book, his hat on the bench beside him for once. His messy black hair moves gently in the wind.
You look at him, just for a second too long.
He glances at you “What?”
You blink “Nothing.”
He raises an eyebrow “You’re staring.”
You shrug “You look nice without the hat. That’s all.”
He stares back “...What?”
“I said I like how you look when you’re not wearing that dumb hat.”
“‘Dumb’ hat?”
You nod “Yeah. I mean, it’s kind of ridiculous.”
He keeps staring. He’s not mad, but something in his face changes.
“…Huh” he says, then looks back at his book like you didn’t just shake his entire existence.
The next day, he walks into the kitchen. No hat.
You almost drop your cup.
“Wait,” you say, pointing “Where’s your hat?”
“I forgot it” he says fast. Too fast.
“Forgot it?” you repeat, grinning.
“I was busy.”
“Busy forgetting your hat?”
He ignores you.
The next day, no hat again.
You’re suspicious.
You lean close while he’s talking to Shachi “Hey, did you stop wearing it because I said you looked good without it?”
Law doesn’t even flinch “It’s being cleaned.”
“Liar.”
“It smelled like fish.”
“Liar.”
He keeps talking to Shachi like you don’t exist.
Another day.
He walks into the infirmary. You’re sitting on the bed swinging your legs. He’s got his usual coat, but again... no hat.
“Okay,” you say loudly “What’s the excuse today?”
He looks at you. Calm. Too calm “Bepo’s repairing it.”
You squint “Why would Bepo fix your hat?”
“He’s learning to sew.”
“…Liar.”
“I support his hobbies.”
You throw a pillow at him.
And still, every day after that, the hat stays off. Even when you ask. Even when you tease.
Every day, a new excuse:
“It’s drying.”
“I’m testing wind resistance.”
“It’s in quarantine.”
But you catch him once, in the hallway, fingers on the brim of it in his room. He sees you and pushes it away like it’s poison.
You grin.
He sighs.
“…Shut up.”
He wears it again.
Just like that.
No warning. No reason.
You walk into the kitchen and he’s standing there with his hat on, like nothing changed. Like the past week of messy black hair and fake excuses never happened.
You blink once. Pause. Open the fridge.
“...Morning” he says.
“Morning” you answer.
That’s it.
No comment. No teasing. No jokes.
Nothing.
Law stares at your back while you dig around for juice. His hands twitch like he’s waiting for something.
When you sit down with a glass, he tries again “It was windy today.”
You nod “Yep. Super windy.”
He stares harder “…So I wore the hat.”
You sip “Makes sense.”
Silence.
He stares more.
You look up “What?”
“…Nothing” he mutters, walking out with his tea like you just slapped him with confusion.
Later, in the hall you pass him. He’s still wearing it.
You smile at him. Normal. Friendly.
Nothing about the hat.
Law watches you disappear around the corner with the face of a man who just lost a game he didn’t realize he was playing.
At dinner you’re sitting across from him. Hat. On.
You talk to Shachi. You laugh with Penguin. You hand Law the salt.
You say nothing about the big round fluffball sitting on his head.
“Did you notice anything?” he finally asks mid-bite, staring dead at you.
You blink “About what?”
He frowns “Never mind.”
You lean your cheek on your hand, watching him “You okay?”
He looks away “Fine.”
Night time.
You knock on the door to his room. He opens it in a t-shirt. Hat still on.
You don’t say a thing.
“You needed something?” he asks.
You hand him a book he left in the kitchen.
“Oh,” he says “Thanks.”
You smile “Goodnight.”
He closes the door slower than usual.
Then opens it again a second later.
“…You didn’t say anything about the hat.”
You blink “Should I have?”
He stares “You always say something.”
You shrug “Maybe I got used to it.”
“…You liked it better off.”
“Yeah,” you say, calm and honest “I did.”
You turn to go “Still do.”
He closes the door again. This time, faster.
You smile all the way back to your room.
One day you walk into the control room.
Law’s sitting in the captain’s chair. Arms crossed. Eyes on some map. Hair messy as ever.
Hat: gone.
Your heart does a small, ridiculous flip.
But your face... totally calm.
“Morning” you say, walking past like your brain isn’t screaming.
“Morning” he says, not looking up.
You sit at the console. Turn it on. Pretend to focus.
Inside, you’re a disaster.
At lunch, he walks in late. Still hatless.
You look up, then immediately down at your plate. You don’t say a thing.
You think maybe your ears are turning red.
“Yo, Law,” Penguin says “New style again?”
Law shrugs “Didn’t feel like wearing it.”
Everyone nods.
You stab your rice. Stay cool. Stay normal. Do not look for too long.
You look anyway. Just a little.
Your breath catches. You take a sip of water so no one sees you smiling.
He notices.
In the hallway later, you walk past him again.
Still no hat. Still no comment.
But your eyes flick to his hair. Just a second. Barely.
He sees it.
You feel it.
You keep walking.
He stares after you with a face like he just lost and won something at the same time.
That night, on the deck you’re sitting on a bench. The sea’s quiet.
Law walks out. Stretches. No hat.
He sits beside you.
You don’t look at him. Not directly. But you feel warm.
“You’re quiet” he says.
You nod “I’m relaxed.”
“…You didn’t say anything again.”
You blink up at him “About what?”
He gives you a look. You give him an innocent one back.
Then he leans just a little closer.
“…You’re blushing” he says.
Your hand flies to your cheek “What—no, I’m not.”
“You are.”
“You’re seeing things.”
He smirks “So it’s back to this.”
You groan, hiding your face in your hands “I hate you.”
He chuckles. It’s soft. Real.
“…You don’t” he says quietly.
You peek through your fingers “Yeah. I don’t.”
It’s just the two of you on the deck again.
Stars above. Waves below. Silence between.
Law leans on the railing beside you. No hat. Hair soft in the wind. He doesn’t say anything at first.
Then, he sighs “I stopped wearing it because of you.”
You blink “Huh?”
“The hat,” he says, looking straight ahead “You said I looked better without it. So I stopped.”
You freeze.
“You never noticed,” he adds, “or at least, you pretended not to.”
You cover your mouth with your hand “Oh my god.”
He looks over, eyebrow raised “So?”
You laugh nervously “So what?”
“Why do you like me better without it?”
You panic.
“Put it back on.”
“What?”
“I’m begging you. Just… wear it. Please.” You wave your hand in the air, still looking anywhere but his face “Where is it? I’ll go get it for you.”
Law stares “You didn’t answer my question.”
You cover your face “I hate you.”
“That’s not new,” he says calmly “Why?”
You groan “Because—ugh. Because you look cute, okay? And kinda sexy.”
He blinks.
Still not looking at him, you mumble, “Your hair’s a little messy and I like it. It makes you look more… real. And softer. And… you have those few white hairs near your temple and I really, really love them.”
Silence.
You squeeze your eyes shut “There. Happy now?”
You still don’t look up.
He doesn’t speak.
You frown “What, now you’re gonna bully me forever?”
“…No” he says quietly.
You peek at him and see he’s staring at you like he’s seeing you for the first time.
“You… like the white hair?”
You groan again, turning away “Law, please, don’t make me say it twice. Once was already enough embarassing.”
He’s quiet. Then—
“I didn’t know that.”
“Well. Now you do.”
A pause.
“I like when you blush” he says suddenly.
Your head snaps around “What?!”
He smirks “Just saying.”
You throw your jacket at him and stomp off, face burning, heart racing.
Behind you, he catches the jacket… and smiles.
You avoid him for a full day after the "cute and sexy" comment.
You help Bepo with supplies. You eat fast and leave faster. You talk to everyone but Law.
You pretend you’re totally fine.
You are not fine.
You’re hiding in the engine room, checking things that don’t need checking, when he finds you.
He leans in the doorway, arms crossed. Hatless. Hair all soft and wild, like he knows exactly what he's doing.
“Hey” he says.
You glance over “Hey.”
He walks in. Slow. Casual.
You take a step back and bump into a crate.
He doesn’t stop “You running from me?”
“No...” you lie badly.
He’s in front of you now “You said I looked sexy.”
Your face catches fire instantly “I did not say it like that.”
“I remember it clearly.” He tilts his head “Kinda sexy. That’s what you said.”
You look away fast “Do you need something or are you just here to bully me?”
He hums “You said my hair was cute too.”
“I say lots of dumb things.”
“I don’t think it was dumb.”
You look at the wall. The ceiling. Anywhere but him.
Then his hand lifts and you freeze.
He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. Gentle. Slow. Like he has all the time in the world.
You forget how breathing works.
Then his fingers trace just under your jaw, brushing your skin lightly before dropping.
You don’t move.
“Your face gets warm so fast” he murmurs, voice low, amused “It’s kinda cute.”
You finally snap your head toward him, flustered “You’re evil.”
He shrugs “Just saying.”
You push past him, heart pounding, cheeks on fire.
And Law watches you go, smiling like he’s finally having fun.
Law’s wearing the hat again... Big, fluffy, dramatic.
You see it as soon as he walks into the main room where everyone’s gathered. You blink like it’s a ghost.
He sits down with a book like nothing happened.
But you know something’s off.
You lean toward Shachi “Since when is he wearing it again?”
Shachi grins “Since everyone started teasing him about looking too soft without it.”
Penguin laugh “Bepo told him he looked like someone's husband.”
You blink.
“…He does” you mutter before your brain can stop your mouth.
Then you look away fast. Arms crossed. Pouting a little without meaning to.
Law doesn’t react. He’s pretending to read, but you know he’s listening.
You mutter under your breath, “Why wouldn’t y’all mind your business…”
You think it’s quiet.
It is not quiet.
The room goes dead silent.
“HUHHH?” Penguin points “What did you say?!”
Shachi is cackling “Wait wait wait—did you just say—??”
Even Bepo’s blinking slowly like he just unlocked the final puzzle piece.
Law doesn’t look up, but one ear definitely twitches.
You slap a hand over Shachi's mouth “No I didn’t. Shut up.”
“Ohhhh my god,” Shachi gasps freeing himself “That’s why he stopped wearing it.”
Penguin: “That’s why he looked like a kicked puppy when he put it back on!”
You groan into your hands.
Bepo: “Captain… this is kinda romantic.”
Law finally speaks, dry as sand “I can and will throw all of you into the sea.”
They ignore him.
Shachi elbows you “So you’re the reason he had his hair out for, like, a week straight?”
You glare at the floor “Stop talking to me.”
Penguin grins “You’re blushing again!”
“Stop looking at me!”
Law stands up “Enough.”
Everyone freezes.
He walks to you. Calm. Slow. Hat still on.
He leans just a little closer, voice low.
“…You want me to take it off again?”
You pause. Swallow.
“Maybe...”
The crew explodes.
After the teasing dies down (a full hour later), you escape. You need to breathe. Your face has been hot for too long and your heart is doing laps.
You find a quiet spot near the back deck, away from the noise.
And of course he finds you again. Hat off now.
Just him, wind, and that look he gives only you.
He walks over slowly, hands in his coat pockets “They were loud.”
You sigh “They were monsters.”
He smirks “You’re the one who said it out loud.”
“It was a whisper.”
“Not really.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling now. A real one.
He steps a little closer “You still mad I wore the hat again?”
You glance up at him “Maybe.”
He’s watching you.
You’re watching his hair again.
You reach up without thinking, fingers sliding gently into it.
Soft. Messy. Warm.
You ruffle it, grin wide “There you are.”
Law freezes.
He’s been touched before. Fought. Treated. Pat by Bepo. Whatever.
But this...
Your smile. The laugh in your eyes. Your fingers brushing through his hair like it’s the easiest thing in the world...
His heart does a full backflip.
Something cracks open.
He looks at you like he’s seeing sunlight for the first time.
“You’re perfect” he says before his brain can stop him.
You blink “What?”
He steps closer. You drop your hand.
He takes your wrist, gently. Just holds it.
“I said,” he murmurs, “you’re perfect.”
You stare.
“You’re serious?” you whisper.
He nods.
So you lean in, slowly. Nervous. Testing.
He meets you halfway.
It’s soft. Warm. A little awkward, like two people who definitely thought about this for too long.
But it’s real.
When you pull back, his eyes are still half-closed.
You grin “So... you gonna keep the hat off for me or what?”
He leans his forehead to yours “I might burn it.”
You both stand there for a second.
Your heart’s still racing. His fingers are still lightly holding your wrist.
Then you laugh. A small one at first, then bigger. Bright.
He raises an eyebrow “What’s funny?”
You grin, cheeks warm “I mean, I actually like the hat too.”
He tilts his head “You do?”
“Yeah,” you nod “It helps me not have a nosebleed every time I look at you.”
He blinks “What?”
You shrug, playful “Not for real, but… close.”
He snorts “You’re ridiculous.”
You wink “I try.”
Then he smiles soft, real.
“I know,” he says, “I’m joking about it though. This hat’s actually important to me.”
You nod “I figured.”
“But,” he adds, stepping a little closer again, “I do enjoy the fact that without it, you get always so… flustered.”
You pout immediately.
Cross your arms. Look away.
“Have you finished bullying me?”
He chuckles, slow and warm.
Then you feel something soft land on your head.
You blink.
He’s placed the hat on you.
Big. Fuzzy. Covers almost your whole head.
His hand gently pats the top of it.
“You look cute with it” he says quietly.
You turn to him, only your eyes visible under the fluff.
“Didn't think you’re such a menace...” you mumble, heat creeping up your face again.
He smiles again.
“You’re cute either way.”
You cover your face with both hands under the hat “I’m gonna scream.”
Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, cursing, sex toys, lube.
Genre: 18+, camboy.
WC: 2k+ read full story below⬇️ yall asked and I delivered part two of “camboy” after a year 💀
You are bored scrolling on your phone when a notification drops down on your screen from your favorite streamer, and you tap it immediately.
It felt like Deja vu. He was literally live yesterday, but you weren’t complaining. You could watch him every day, every waking moment of your life, and never get tired.
The app opens, but instead of a live video being displayed like you anticipated, it directs you to private messages, and your face morphs into one of confusion.
Evan Lee: Couldn’t help myself ;)
The text has you re-reading it over and over again. Could it really be that Evan, your favorite streaming/camboy, was messaging you?
You must be dreaming. While your hands shake and your heart pounds, a little text bubble appears on the bottom left of your screen, making your heart beat even faster, if that’s possible.
A video then suddenly appears, with the little play button showing up as the white circle around it loads. Once it's finished, you immediately tap the video, and the sight shocks you, to say the least. You gasp, covering your mouth with your free hand, as quiet moans flow through your phone's speakers.
“Fuck” you hear Evan’s groans while he pumps his cock with the fleshlight you had bought him. He speeds up his pace grunting softly before pulling out of the toy just in time to catch his cum shot. “Shit, fuck yeah” his dick twitches on his stomach, his cum spurting onto his abdomen. “Mmm,” breathing heavily, he swallows till the last of his cum drops from his tip and pools on his tan skin. “Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did,” he laughs breathlessly, dipping his index finger in his cum and then gripping his length and stroking it a few times, spreading it around and coating his dick in the aftermath of his orgasm. Once his dick softens fully, he ends the video.
Blinking blankly at the screen, you finally uncover your mouth, the realization of what just happened hitting you like a truck.
Did he really just send that to you? Before you could even get your hopes up or feel special about receiving a video from him, you assumed he just sent that to all his paid subscribers.
But at least he used the gift you gave him, and you definitely enjoyed it as much as he did.
After pressing send on the video, he cleaned himself up a bit, leaving his phone open in case you replied.
He wore his bottoms, discarding the dirty wipes into his trash bin. “Hmm,” chewing on his lip, he stared at the screen, and there was still no reply. Maybe you were just busy and didn’t see it yet. He turned off his phone, tossing it to the side so he could go shower.
After his shower, he recorded some paid snippets and updated his followers on when his next live will be and what they can look forward to. He checked his phone after about three hours, scrolling through a few notifications. None of them were important, just a few app notifications. He opened the app, streamed, and checked his notifications out of hundreds. None of them were you.
Had you even seen it yet were you at work did you see it and not think anything of it? But you joined his lives and bought him what he assumed was a pretty expensive gift so you must have liked him enough to have your notifications turned on right?
Turning off his phone, he sets it down on his desk. He doesn’t know why he feels so nervous. He literally streamed himself jerking off to hundreds of people, so why was he so anxious about sending a personalized video to you?
After the fourth hour passed, his nerves started to get the best of him, and he messages you again.
Evan Lee: Did you enjoy it, baby?
He sends it before he can overthink that, too.
A reply comes from you quickly this time, which he’s so thankful for.
You: Very much, Evan. I’m sure everyone else did, too ;)
Everyone else? What did you mean by that? Did you show that video to someone else? What?
Evan Lee: What do you mean by everyone?
He decides to ask to clear up the confusion, hoping you didn’t send that video that was meant for you and only for you to someone else.
You: Your subscribers
You responded confused now as well.
Evan Lee: What do you mean? I didn’t send that to everyone, just you as a thank you for, you know, the gift since I liked it so much
His face heats up. He can’t believe he’s actually texting you like this right now. He never thought he’d be interested in one of his followers, but you just seemed to capture his attention even if he was just going by text only.
Yeah, you must be dreaming. Well, at least it was a good dream.
You: “I’m flattered.”
He shifts his attention from his computer now that he’s got you online.
Evan Lee: Good baby, so did you do anything to that video?”
You blushed reading his text.
You: I haven’t 🤭
Evan Lee: Aww baby, you’re making me sad :(
You: Sorry
You reply, not sure what to say.
Evan Lee: I didn’t know you could resist my charm 😏
Truthfully speaking, you couldn’t.
Evan Lee: Since I made myself feel good, why don’t you do the same? After all, I made that video just for you.
Biting on his bottom lip, he sends a risky texts, awaiting your answer.
You: Are you sure?
Evan Lee: Positive baby, go ahead and touch yourself to my video
You: Now?😳
Evan Lee: Of course, sweetheart, why wait?
You: I don’t know
You nervously replied, still at a loss for words. You didn’t even know how this was happening.
Evan Lee: I’ll be here when you come back 😉
You left it at that, your heart racing in your chest as you scroll up and see the video. Your thumb hovers over it as you contemplate playing it without thinking about it too much. You press the play button, his moans filling your ears once again, and you get immersed in the video in seconds. The way he impatiently bucked his hips up into the toy had you wondering what it’d feel like if he fucked into you like that, and you could already feel your body getting warm and your pussy tingling with excitement.
With his words in mind, you slowly slip your hand down to your crotch beneath your blankets, circling your clit to the thought of him.
Before you knew it, you were coming undone together with him at the same time he did in the video.
The video was only about a minute long, but that’s apparently all it took for you to cream around your fingers, your moans mixing with his as your thumb caressed your clit and your fingers pumped inside your dripping hole. “Yes, Evan,” moaning, you throw your head back, sighing in pleasure, and writhing on your bed in the aftermath.
You: Thank you, Evan
You sent attaching a short clip of you pushing your fingers in and out of your wet pulsing hole.
He opened the notification, and now it was his turn to gasp and cover his mouth. “Fuck” he groans, eyes rolling back in his head.
Evan Lee: so wet, baby. Looks like you really enjoyed yourself
You: I did Evan. came so fast, imaging my fingers were your cock instead
You reply boldly.
Evan Lee: you’d like that, huh? Feeling my cock deep inside that little wet pussy
You: Yes, Evan, so bad
Evan Lee: You have no idea, baby. I’d take care of you so well, but for now, that’s all you get 😉
You: evan :(
Evan Lee: Join my stream tonight, and I’ll put on a show for you. I’ll cum just for you. It can be our little secret.
Before you could reply, the live notification popped up a red circle appearing around his profile picture, indicating he is now live.
You tapped it immediately, joining the stream, a faint smile on your lips as his voice greeted all his viewers.
“Hi, everyone. Thanks for joining my stream,” he smiles, waving to the camera as more viewers start to come in. “I had a lot of fun last stream, and apparently, so did you all,” he teasingly smirks, reading through some comments. “Take off my shirt?” He asks with a chuckle. “But I’ve only been live for like two seconds.” A ding goes off on his computer, showing a payment of fifty dollars, along with a message saying, please take it off. “Only cause you said please,” he laughs softly, lifting the shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. “Happy?” He said, running his fingers through his hair and intentionally flexing his bicep while doing so, giving the camera an innocent look like he was unaware of the subtle tease. “It’s a bit cold now. I wish I had someone to warm me up.” he looks into the camera lens, running his hand down his chest and stopping at the waistband of his pants. “Maybe we could do something together to keep us both warm.”
He slips his hand inside his pants, rubbing over his soft cock giving the viewers what they want. “Would you all like that?” He bites on his lip, leaning back on his chair and spreading his legs, leaving little to the imagination of what he’s doing under his pants. “You’ve been waiting all day for this?” He asks, reading through more comments. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Another donation comes in, along with another message. “Take everything off. Wow, you’re all more impatient than last time,” he laughs, standing up and pulling his trousers down to his ankles before sitting back in his chair, lazily stroking his cock till it grows hard, truth be told, he was a little impatient, too. He couldn’t wait to cum for you. “No one even asked about my day just wanted to jump straight into huh?” He teased and couldn’t help but laugh at the comments now flooding in, asking him about his day. “You guys are so cute, but I’m only teasing, enough about my day. I only wanna focus on you.” he looks at the camera, hand working up and down his hard length. “Bet you’re tired and need to relax. Don’t worry. We can play together and relieve all your stress.” he bucks his hips into his palm at a slow rhythm, looking over comments. “Touch yourself with me,” he whispers.
“You look so perfect.” his eyes don’t fail to catch the comment you left, and immediately, he starts jerking off faster, his toes digging into the carpet beneath his feet. “Fuck, you think I’m perfect?” he bites his bottom lip. “You’re even more perfect.” he throws his head back, hissing as his pace increases, the sound of his fist coming down on his balls with each stroke echoing in his quiet room.
He swallows harshly, veins popping on his forearms as he squeezes his eyes shut. Seconds away from cumming, his hand slows down right when he’s on the brink. His body sinks back into his chair as he lets go of his cock, letting it slap across his abdomen. “Shit” he rests his head on his chair, eyes lidded with arousal.
“Why’d you stop?” You muttered to yourself, anticipating the visual of him cumming.
“You were close? So early?” Chuckling at the comments, he took a few deep breaths to compose himself. “What would the fun be in cumming so soon?” He replied. “We still have the night to ourselves” he takes hold of his cock again, still sensitive from denying his previous orgasm. “Don’t you want to play with me longer?” He says, swiping the precum off his tip and rubbing it on his cock.
The sounds of more donations come in while he’s busy grabbing the bottle of lube you bought for him. He had it on his desk and ready to go.
Popping the cap open, he holds it over his tip, dropping an exaggerated amount of it on, squeezing more and more out till it pools around his full balls. “Feels so good” he starts stroking his sticky cock. The sounds every time he rubs his cock are so loud and lewd.
You squeeze your legs together, wetness flowing from your hole as you watch him touch himself.
“Ahh fuck” The slick glide the lube provides for him feels so good, so wet and sticky he just knows you’d feel even better and wetter. He closed his eyes, the sounds of comments and donations drowning out as he imagined the video you sent him. You were so wet and creamy just for him. “Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good” he fists his cock continuously, your image playing behind his eyelids. “You like that, huh? Taking my big dick deep in that little dripping pussy?” More desperate comments follow, but he’s too busy to read. The only thing he’s concerned with is cumming for you. “You feel so good, so tight and fucking wet,” he groans, stroking his lube-coated shaft. “Fuck, I'm close cum with me, sweetheart. I want to cum together, shit,” he breathes out, his hand moving up and down at a rapid pace, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat and his brows furrowed in pleasure. “That’s it, baby, cream on my dick while I cum in your pretty little pussy fuck fuck fuck, I’m cumming” his body shudders as long white thick ropes of pearly cum flow from his tip, coating his hand and leaking down to his full balls. “Oh s-shit baby,” he relaxes back in his chair, succumbing to the pleasure the image of you seared in his brain as cums endlessly.
Breathing heavily, he finally comes to, a breathless chuckle, leaving his lips as he strokes himself through his high. “I came so much,” he says, playing with it, scooping it up and covering his shaft while pumping out the last little dribbles of cum. “I’m still so fucking hard.”
He huffs out a breath, using his clean hand to rub his fingers through his damp hair. “Well….. that was amazing. I hope you all feel as good as I do.”
A multitude of comments come in thanking him, telling him how much they enjoyed the live and to cum again. “As much as I’d like to, I’m a mess” he looks down between his legs there’s a mess of cum and lube.
“Don’t go”
“Please stay.”
The comments of people wanting him to stay on stream were endless, but he had something a little different in mind.
“Next time, I will, I promise. Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I really need to clean up,” he laughs. “Thank you all for coming and for all the donations. I’ll make it up to you all next time. I love you all, goodnight.”
With zero shame he ends the live and instantly goes to your guy's shared chats together, messaging you right away. “Did you like it sweetheart?”
Groaning at his abrupt ending you exit out of the app only to tap the notification from him once it appears.
You: Of course, I just wish I could watch you longer.
He holds his cock that’s still hard and pulsing rubbing it up and down. Just your reply was getting him going again.
Evan Lee: I’m sorry, baby, but I’m still so hard, and I just needed to see you. I was imagining your pretty little pussy the whole time, but that’s not enough. I need more of you. I feel like I’m going to explode.
He types out with shaky hands. He doesn’t know why you’re getting him to feel this way, but he can’t help himself. His body is hot to the touch, he’s dripping sweat, and his balls are full of cum, ready to be released for you and only you.
He’s so desperate he doesn’t even let you reply before he’s requesting a video call with you.
You don’t even get a chance to reply or comprehend what’s happening; all you know is that Evan is calling you, and you were not going to decline his request.
“Hi baby, thank god you answered,” he breathes heavily, pointing the camera straight between his legs. “I’m so hard for you,” he whines, bucking his hips up and fucking the air. “I want you so bad,” he whispers, too horny and out of it to make sense of what’s happening.
“Evan,” you whispered, and the sound went straight to his twitching dick.
“Fuck baby, what’s your name? I wanna moan it when I cum for you” he grabs his cock, jerking it steady, and your breath hitched.
“Y-y-n,” you stutter out at the sight of him. You wish you could feel his dick in every last one of your holes. You needed him just as bad; he had no idea the effects he had on you.
“Y/n fuck, This feels so good,” he moans, stroking his cock. “Do you like it, sweetheart, like when I rub it for you?” He pumps his cock, thrusting his hips wildly.
“Yes, Evan, wish I could rub it for you,” you moan, lowering your hand back into your shorts.
“Oh god,” he sighs. “Me too, y/n.” Whimpering, he squeezed his base tightly and jerked it up and down. “I wanna fuck your pretty pussy so bad, fuck!”
“Oh Evan, I want that to more than anything, wish I could feel your cock stretching out my little pussy” you whine.
“Shit, I’d open you up so good fuck you with this big dick. You’d like it rough, yeah? Want my cock fuckin into you nice and deep and so fucking rough.”
“Yes,” you mewled, rubbing through your wet folds and sticking your fingers deep in your pussy, clenching around your digits as your thumb tickled your clit.
His deep, heavy breaths filled your ears, and he could hear your little whines of pleasure. “Yeah, touch that little cunt for me. Finger that wet fucking hole. Imagine that was me screwing that little pussy, baby” he strains, his heart pumping wildly in his chest, and this was better than any stream session.
“Oh yes, Evan, it feels so good,” you reply while keeping your right hand busy between your legs.
“I know, baby, I know,” he moans. “Wish I could see you. Please let me see you, fuck” he pleads, so horny and out of it he really wants to blame his feral ness on the fact he hasn’t had any in a while, but he knows deep down there’s something about you that’s driving him to his breaking point he feels like he’s going to go crazy.
In your arousal-hazed brain, you turn on your camera showing him your fingers shoved deep in your pussy covered in your wetness.
“Holy fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fucking pretty. Your pussy is perfect. I wanna suck your fingers clean, eat you out and fuck you so good, so deep, till you're moaning my name.”
“I want that too, so bad, my fingers aren’t enough, need your dick stuffing me full, need all my holes filled by you” You pressed your head into your pillows, leaning back, the warmth of your upcoming orgasm covering you like a blanket.
“Y-yn, I can't help it. I’m gonna cum” his head feels dizzy as he fondles himself. His mind is blank, nothing but the idea of you and cumming for you.
“Me too. I need to feel your cum inside me want you to fuck me full,” you breathe out, lost in pleasure as much as him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna give it to you,” he moans softly, his load as big as last time, if not bigger, his cum sprayed all over his abdomen and fist. “Cream on my dick, sweetheart, let go,” his voice sends you spiraling down a never-ending hole of pleasure, and you cum seconds after him screaming his name in pure ecstasy.
“Evan,” you whine his name, both of you sinking back into the comfort of your own beds.
“Y/n,” the only thing either of you can see is the faint pulsating of each other's genitals, the aftermath of everything finally settling in.
Heavy breaths fill up your guy's speakers, and neither of you says a word for a solid minute.
“I- um, I’m sorry for calling so late. I just- you know?” He laughs shyly, turning off his camera.
“N-no, it’s okay. I, too, was, you know?” Following suit, you turn off your camera after him.
Chuckling, he nods even though you can’t see him, and he can’t see you.
“So…. I guess I’ll let you go now,” he hums.
“Y-yeah, I guess so. Umm, goodnight, Evan,” you say, a little reluctant.
“Wait, maybe if you’re not busy, we can call again, not like this but just normally,” he says awkwardly and stands up, grabbing the waist of his pants, pulling them up, and tucking his soft cock away.
“O-oh, okay, that’s fine by me.” You smile from ear to ear at the thought of having a call with him tomorrow. You literally couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like a dream come true, and much like you, he can’t help but smile on the other line.
“Okay, sweetheart, I’ll call you again tomorrow, promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” you say teasingly.
“Okay, goodnight, y/n. Thanks for tonight; I really enjoyed it,” he hums softly.
“I should be thanking you.” You both share a small laugh. You can hear the grogginess in his tone, and you’re sure he can hear it in yours as well. “Goodnight, Evan.”
“Bye, y/n,” he chirps, hanging up his phone, and he’s never been happier to be a camboy.
Can't stop thinking about having to look-after Bakugo after he gets too injured using his quirk against some villains that infiltrated the school. tending to his aches and pains and force-feeding him soup and putting up with his insufferably adorable sick attitude.
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"Katsu if you don't finish your soup, you won't get better!" you pout. You'd been trying to feed him his chicken and leek soup for at least 45 minutes now, but he'd kept insisting you give him a kiss between each spoonful.
"You're so gorgeous" He coos, his half-lidded eyes drooping, a dopey smile on his face and his thick arms roping around your waist pulling you onto his lap.
"Eat now, kisses later" Smiling, you push against his toned chest trying to angle the last bite at his mouth.
