katsuki frowns, watching you get ready in the bathroom from his spot on the bed.
“where you goin’” he mumbles, brows furrowing.
you smack your lips together after applying a hefty amount of gloss, turning back to him. “to get my nails, and brows done.”
your nails had been looking raggedy for the past month, at-least two nails broken off on each hand, and the nails that remained refused to come off.
that, and you got bored of the same nails after a few weeks, so why not change it up?
he’s already behind you, hands around your waist, one hand snaking up to your breasts to cup a feel through your tank top, and then something crinkles into your chest, cold and cutting against your nipple.
you look down. it’s money. maybe about five hundred in cash, and that’s from what you can see without actually counting it.
“well thank you..?” you laugh, pulling the money out and counting it, seven hundred. wayy more than you needed. “what’s with the extra?”
deep down, you know why he’s sneaking extra, but you just want to hear him say it.
“what? can’t give my girlfriend extra money now?” he huffs, rolling his eyes.
your voice is teasing, “so you’re sure you don’t have any other motive?”
“alright”, you smile, going up on your toes to smooch his cheek. “i think i’m gonna do a short set today.”
a little bit of panic creeps into his voice, “what? why?”
“just felt like doing something short today, since i’m always going long. besides, at-least i can get some stuff done around the house more with shorter nails.”
he looks down at you like you grown two heads. “did i ever tell you your nails were an issue?”
“what’s wrong with me going short?”
“i never said there was anything wrong with it, i’m just asking why, damn.” he’s crossing his arms now, a frustrated pout on his face.
“because i want to…unless,” you say, a grin splitting your face.“ you got something to tell me?”
it’s hard to hold your laugh in when his whole face is dyed red, creeping up on the tips of ears.
“j-just get it long, short is a waste of money.”
you burst out into laughter, pinching at his red cheeks. “you’re so fun to tease,” he smacks your hand. “but fine, i’ll get it long, just for you.”
his lips flush with yours, soft and greeting at first.
then your hands come up to caress his face, and he almost moans in your mouth, deepening the kiss to hide the groan that stutters his pace.
your hands lower to his chin, lowering it down to aid your angle, and he follows obediently, one hand coming down cupping at your ass, the other holding your hands on his face.
he pushes you down to the bed, head buried between your legs, his palms hot against your skin as he tugs your shorts off, and then your socks.
unfinished kisses littered your thighs, all the way down to your feet, where your anklets clink against eachother, and then eventually his teeth.
they’re grainy and tiny, the cuffs that form them minisucle, but he tugs at them nonetheless, his tongue licks a stripe up to your manicured toes.
french tip, he notes. not his favorite, but he isn’t mad at it, actually, he chubs impossiblly harder in his pants when he sees tiny words in red on your big toe.
that’s the initials he traces between your toes, spit dripping all over your feet. your hands are in his hair, tugging with every pulse of his fingers against your clit.
“you like it?” you pant, watching with low eyes as he frantically unbuckles his pants, chucking them across the room somewhere.
with one final tug of his boxers, he’s lining his tip up to you, pushing in and drawing fevered whimpers from the both you.
he doesn’t give it a minute to fester before he’s reeling his hips back, tip almost all the way out, and then ramming it back in, with such force that you’re pushing up.
it doesn’t matter if you were running away or not, because he doesn’t intend to let you move away. he grabs your legs to pull you closer, leaning down to suck a toe of one of your outstretched legs.
it’s hot and fast, everything about this, you can’t even get a second to process the pleasure, because every second feels like another element being added.
a finger to your clit,a tug of your toe in his mouth, tongue circling around the prints as if it was a nipple.
but he’s close now, you can’t even feel it in the way his hips stagger and loose momentum at time.
when his fingers desperately pressed and flicked, trying to get you to the end faster.
the knot in your stomach unties, you feel the tension in your stomach relax, a broken moan falling from your lips.
you came with a shudder, that only intensified when you feel his heat fill you up as well.
with a heavy sigh, he collapses on top of you.
a few minutes of silence pass, filled eith heavy breathing and the smell of sex.
“i didn’t like it that much, your nails.”
you wheeze out a laugh, pinching his cheek and relishing in the hardening dick against your thigh.
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