tutor!katsuki bakugou doesn't like it when you tease him in the library 18+ MDNI!!!
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
it comes out in a choked huff, ruby eyes glaring at you from across the table where katsuki is attempting to look over your paper draft. but it’s hard when your foot is currently pressing against his crotch. poor him!
you were just so bored, and he’d been looking at his computer for at least fifteen minutes now, so engrossed in his task he forgot to pay attention to the most important thing— you. so you just had to do something about, right?
“shh, relax,” you whisper casually. “don’t make a big deal ‘bout it, do you want to get caught?”
katsuki grits his teeth, the smallest shudder making him falter when you apply the slightest pressure again. “you’re going to get us kicked out! are you nuts!?” he chides. “can’t believe you took your shoe off and everything for this.”
“what, and risk you bitching at me for getting your pants dirty with my shoe? nuh-uh,” you roll your eyes at the obviousness of it. his brows shoot up his forehead. “fuck you mean— fuck,” he presses his fist to his mouth, reading glasses sliding down his nose a bit when he bites into the knuckles.
you grin happily, slowly rubbing up and down his already throbbing erection, uncomfortably forced to lay sideways underneath his slacks. “hm? what was that? didn’t hear ya,” you tease, earning a hushed, clearly irritated growl. the table was at the far back, so no one could see what was happening unless they got real close, but it was so late that was a very improbable scenario.
katsuki doesn’t know how to act, the cutest pout on his lips as he averts his eyes, fidgeting with his fingers while trying his best to suppress any sound that may betray how fucking turned on he is right now. if his hard cock wasn’t proof enough.
after another minute, you decide it’s enough torture. “okay, okay,” you chuckle, feeling just the tiniest bit bad about how utterly mortified he looks. you start to lift up your foot. “i’ll just leave you to—”
a hand stops your ankle, his grip firm. “d-don’t…don’t stop,” he murmurs from behind his balled fist, the flush spreading from his cheeks to the very tip of his ears. you beam. “dirty boy…”
he huffs, but you can feel the way his hips are starting to rut upwards, as if they have a mind of their own. katsuki doesn’t meet your eyes, instead covering his entire face with the hand that isn’t holding you in place. you can still see how the friction is affecting him, shoulders shuddering, the heaving breaths that reach your ears.
“are you already close?” you coo. “can’t blame you, ‘s been a while since we had more…private sessions. you’ve missed me too, right?”
“shut…shut the fuck up,” he shakes his head, but his voice sounds more like he’s begging. “do you have any idea what you’re doing right now? i-it’s…fuck—” katsuki whines, actually fucking whines. and that’s when he looks up, brows scrunched and eyes glinting with that pleading look you know all too well.
“may i argue you’re doing it all by yourself,” you quip, giving him a big smile. “but i don’t mind, it really does look like you’re having a good time. i hope this doesn’t tire you out for later, though…and i hope you know this is making me so fucking wet right now.”
the sultry edge in the way you speak is his undoing, hunching over the big table while he spills all over his boxers and pants, cursing and muttering your name, as quietly as possible. he’s flushed and breathless when he tries to sit up straight again, reading glasses sitting crooked on his nose, lenses a touch fogged up.
“you…” he manages after catching his breath. “don’t do that ever again.”
if i didn’t believe in myself, i met a man on twt, made him fall in love with me, met him in person, and am convincing him that moving closer is a good idea with my feminine wiles, i do now
that one phrase “he’s right where he wants to be” makes me think of kirishima so hard with bitchy!reader.
you’re so mean. eyes narrow in a condescending manner as if those who ask stupid questions are below you. your eyes swipe over the individual with disdain, as if they’re a peasant and you’re the temple they should be worshiping. and it is so fucking—
—hot. it is hot as hell to eijrou. god, everytime he sees your face twisted up in a mean way his dick instantly swells—his face heats with admiration, adoration, and a need.
so many people ask how the hell he deals with someone like you. bitchy, rude, entitled—and he laughs and smiles it off. like it is nothing—because it is nothing.
“she’s good just the way she is,” he hums.
…and, either way, the ‘bitchy’ attitude you supposedly have flies out the door when he fucks you. thick cock hitting that spot so right that all you’re doing is pawing and whimpering at him.
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