saying to bakugou to get on his knees and beg.
a little as a joke, a little as a test to see if he will actually do it. heâs been asking to eat you out but in his usual way of staring you down and then demanding you to get on the bed. when you donât move he nudges closer to you, kisses your neck, whines about that he wants to eat you now. itâs then you decide to test him. in your living room, a random show playing on the screen. you can see the lump in his shorts and you feel the same.
âget on your knees and beg for it.â
that has him pulling off you, a quirk of his brow to test if youâre playing or not. quickly, once you cross your arms across your chest, he realises youâre not.
âhah?â but it comes out like the last breeze on a windy day. breathless yet weighty.
âyou heard me.â you reply, flicking your eyes up and down your pro hero boyfriend.
youâre aware heâd do anything for you. youâre wondering if anything stretches to this.
âyouâre a fuckin⊠you want me toâŠ,â he trails off, sitting up off you. his lower stomach heats. his cock twitches. heâs into this unsurprisingly. âfuck, baby.â
you donât move but you look at him expectantly. like you know he will. your confidence makes his blood heat under his skin, his heart race with speed. you jut your chin to the floor.
always a stubborn man, he has to roll his eyes before he moves. even pushes out a huffy sigh and mumbles under his breath. âthis shit you have me doinâ.â
but he does it. manoeuvres his muscled, wide shouldered body onto the floor. onto his knees in front of your legs. your bare thighs spread on the sofa in your shorts⊠your pussy is right there. he can see your folds through the fabric since theyâre so tight.
heâs got a muscle tank on and you see his biceps flex when he clasps his hands together. your favourite is how all his stubbornness dissipates away and he becomes completely and utterly yours.
when he opens his mouth, the corners of your lips spread to under your eyes in a smile.
âlemme eat it, baby. please. please let me. iâll do it so good, get you cominâ on my face, screaminâ for me. baby.â itâs all a syrupy drawl, his gold tooth catching the lamp light with every word. he even leans forward to press a kiss to the flesh of your thigh.
katsuki on your knees for you. this is what dreams are made of.
he goes in for another kiss on your thigh, closer to between your legs. you place your palm on his forehead, pushing him off.
âyouâre too needy. i didnât even answer you,â you frown, lip curled.
bakugou doesnât know where this version of you has come from but he thinks he loves it.
âmy bad, baby. youâre just so gorgeous.â he grins with half lidded eyes. he wants to touch your calves, massage them, nibble hickies into your thighs and have your touch his cock.
but most of all he wantsâ, âcan i eat you? promise iâll lick you clean. any position you want. miss your taste, baby. please.â
you tilt your head at him.
âplease, princess. my beautiful girl. the love of my fuckinâ existence.â heâs too fucking jolly. smiling away with these sleepy yet needy ruby eyes.
you stand up. he looks better at this angle on his knees. head up to look at you. heâs like a dog ready to scent you, by stuffing his head between your legs.
âfine. i want you to undress me then iâm sitting on your face.â
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