Ever since you met him, small things such as calling him by his first name and hugging him as a greeting would fluster him. And as you grew closer, whispering in his ear and touching his muscular arms would always do the trick. The amused giggle you always give after seeing his pink face never made things better, making him push you away as lightly as he can.
Bakugou was always a perceptive guy. Since the day the teasing from you started, he'd try to figure out what it took to make you even the slightest bit nervous. Watching your interactions with other students in the class when he was bored, trying to figure out any ticks in usually nerve wracking scenarios, and even conducting experiments himself. He'd do things like "accidentally" caress your hand or "coincidentally" getting closer and closer to you when walking by your side. Of course, this would backfire. Usually ending in you teasing him with something like, "Look who's getting comfortable." with a cheshire grin.
He almost gave up, deciding you just didn't have the ability to feel nervous or flustered. That was until the tight situation, as you like to put it. It happened yesterday...
You and Bakugou were going back to the dorms from a karaoke night. He's always been one to keep up with his sleep schedule and you had to train the next morning so it was convenient to leave together. The only transportation option available was by train. Of course it wasn't a problem, it being a fast and convenient method of travel. However, your mind quickly changed seeing as it was the most crowded train you've ever been in.
The both of you squeeze into the train, him after you as you made your way to the back, opposite of where you just entered. You leaned back against the train wall with a huff as Bakugou stood in front of you, clearly irritated as he held onto the metal support above. You were practically sardines in a can and you couldn't be more grateful to have less than 10 stops. The train never seemed to get any emptier, if anything it was filling up more with each stop. Bakugou forced to get closer and closer to you as more people got on.
That's not when it happened though. You've never had an issue with him being close to you. It isn't until the train went from full speed to a very sudden stop that things go down. You're secure in your spot, having the support of the wall behind you to keep you stable. Bakugou on the other hand was only supported by the metal structure above him. The stop and his lack of support caused him to jerk forward, taking a step closer to you and leaning down so that he's closer to your face.
It isn't until both of your shocked expressions left your faces that you get.. flustered. Bakugou's gaze softened, eyes that were previously looking down from the commotion making its way up your face til he was looking into your eyes. He muttered a 'sorry' in that deep, raspy voice of his and you could smell the spearmint gum he had been chewing. It was all too much. So much that you reacted before he could even stand up straight again. You whipped your head to the side, not speaking a word as a.. nervous smile crept itself onto your face.
Bakugou was confused at first. Was it his breath? It couldn't be, he was chewing gum and his dental hygiene was great. Were you.. nervous? You? Nervous? It didn't even sound right. But what else would explain your inability to look into his eyes all of a sudden and that wobbly smile you were trying so hard to fight? He needed some time to think but you were already getting off the train since this was the stop you both were getting off at.
Today, you were back to your usual self, all smiles and giggles. Getting close to Bakugou without being all tense. Throughout the day, he thought about what exactly made you react that way. It wasn't just how close he was. Maybe it was the way he leaned down towards your face, maybe it was the soft way he looked into your eyes. Whatever it was, he was going to try to recreate it, even if it killed him.
You hear 3 firm knocks on your dorm door. Everyone was already in their room because it was late so you expected a friend like Mina or Denki to be up and ready to talk at this time. You're amused to see Bakugou at your door and immediately greet him with that mischievous smile he absolutely loves hates.
"What brings you here, Katsuki?" you purr. You allow him to come in by stepping back but remain standing, not expecting someone like Bakugou to stay for long. He probably just needed something and would be on his way so you also don't bother turning on the lights, letting your leds illuminate the room. He thinks for a second about how he'll begin. Even though he had over thought it before knocking, his mind is scrambled all over again.
"I made you nervous yesterday." he spits out, deciding this whole thing would go a lot smoother if he could at least get straight to the point. You look up at him with a blank expression. Blinking once. Twice. Then you burst into a fit of laughter. "Me? Nervous? You feelin' well?" you ask, still chuckling as you playfully place the back of your hand on his forehead. He sighs, knowing this wasn't going to be easy. But you're closer now and it only assists him with his plan.
"Gonna act like that didn't happen?" Bakugou asks, taking a step forward. He's looking down at you intensely, eyes analyzing all of your features, including your lips. You take a step back, he's slowly breaking you. "It didn't. I dont know what you're talking about." You cross your arms and your expression is sassy, a way to hide your growing tension.
"I heard you gulp, Y/N." Bakugou speaks again, taking another step. You also take another backwards, wanting to swallow the lump in your throat but not wanting to prove him right. "There was like.. a million people on that train, Katsuki." You had to think for a split second about how you were gonna phrase that sentence. Usually, you have a response to anything anyone says to you on the tip of your tongue, ready to be released a second after they've spoken. He's slowly chipping away at your resolve.
"You couldn't look me in the eye." Bakugou's voice seems deeper this time, a lot smoother. He takes one more step closer to you and this time when you move to take your step back, you can't. You look behind you and realize you've hit your bed, unable to go any further. You look up at Bakugou and he's close. So close. He's leaning down again. Ruby eyes traveling down your face only to meet your gaze again. And now once again, you find yourself looking away.. feeling nervous.
"You're nervous." Bakugou mutters. "Shut up." you mumble back. You want to bury your face in your hands, sit on the floor and hug your knees to your chest. Your heart is racing and this is the first time in a long time this has ever happened. "Tell me why." he says a lot softer than his usual voice.
You try to look up at him but you can't, eyes immediately darting elsewhere. You don't want to tell him but you don't want to not tell him. Therefore, you groan into your hand. "I'll tell you.. If you back up." Bakugou quickly complies, taking 2 steps back. You take in a deep breath like you've just been suffocating and prepare yourself mentally to get this out.
It's embarrassing. You've always teased Bakugou in a way that hinted at romance but you never said anything about your feelings explicitly. You didn't even know if he actually liked you or if he just wasn't used to someone treating him like that. However, you had your end of the bargain to fulfill.
"It looks like *** **** ******." you mumbled quickly, looking down at your feet the entire time. The dumbfounded expression Bakugou gives you is comical yet you only view it for a split second before looking away again. "You got cotton balls in your mouth or something? Spit it out." he says impatiently and you want to giggle but it's time to get serious.
You inhale before saying in one breath, "Itlookslikeyouregonnakissmewhenyoulookdownatmelikethat."
Bakugou blinks at you, unsure of what to say. You definitely can't look at him now. He could just walk out or laugh in your face. He certainly doesn't want you overthinking so before he knows it, his lips are moving on their own.
"Would you let me?" he asks, stepping closer to you, as close as he was moments before. "What?" you ask, caught completely off guard and finally looking him in the eyes. You watch as Bakugou swallows before repeating, "Would you let me.. kiss you?" He's leaning down towards your face again but this time, he purposefully looks down at your lips for a moment before meeting your gaze again.
Before your body can go into panic mode again, you act before thinking. Your lips are suddenly on his and he isn't the slightest bit caught off guard, beefy arms immediately pulling you closer as they wrap around your waist. He kisses you like he's been waiting for this moment, dying for it. Of course, being as stubborn as he is, he wouldn't have been direct. All he needed was for you to say it and you did. Who was he not to abide?
Your arms wrap around his neck, kissing him back slowly and with as much passion as he's giving you. He's as warm as he usually is, body like a furnace. It only makes the giddiness build up inside you and you wonder if he feels the same way. Truth is, Bakugou's been building up for this moment. Making sure that he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself by letting his nerves take over. That's how he's able to grab you by the waist just right and move his lips so smoothly against yours.
Somehow, the moment seemed to have lasted forever and still felt like such little time as you both pull away to catch your breaths. Even now, you can barely look him in the eyes and it makes him smile above you. "So uh-" Bakugou clears his throat. You feel better about looking up at him now, seeing as he's just as nervous as you are. "I'll be back. In the morning that is. After you get ready. So we can like-"
"Okay, Katsuki." you giggle, placing a small peck on his lips before leading him to the door.
"Jijiii, please." you whine, squirming in Toji's lap. You watch with a glare as he watches the TV behind you in your shared bedroom, completely unamused by your antics. You usually don't need to ask Toji to take care of you when you're needy because he's quite the needy one himself. However, the random moments you're the one in need, you tend to do nothing but drop subtle hints that rile him up enough to toss you over his shoulder and drag you into the bedroom.
Toji's had enough of that. As perceptive as he is, he picked up the ways you tell him in your own cute little gestures that you need him at the moment. Placing subtle kisses on his jawline, subtly moving your hips back n' forth while sitting in his lap while wearing the skimpiest shorts you can find, and even feeling on his muscles. You're just too easy to read but you've been real stubborn and Toji realizes he can't continue spoiling you so much.
"You're acting like that 'cause you just got your hair done." "No I'm not." you pout while twirling a strand of your protective style around your finger. Every trick up your sleeve hasn't worked. You even forcefully squeezed the print of his obviously hard dick out of frustration and he still keeps a straight face, not budging an inch. "You can't do this to me." you exhale, voice high and whiny, irritation evident in your tone. Your manicured nails (that he paid for along with your hair) press into his hard pecs, leaving small crescents on the bulging skin. "I already am." he says bluntly, voice monotone.
"It's not hard to just ask. That's all I'm asking you to do." he sighs, finally sparing you one glance. You look into his dark eyes, fed up just as much as you and cold as stone. He really isn't letting up. "But you already know what I want." you practically mumble, lips pursed out. This is torture. You wouldn't wish this on your worst enemy. You never thought the day would come that Toji would actually make you ask to get fucked but here you are.
"Let's do.. it please." you strain out, feeling as if the words cut themselves out of your throat. "Do what?" he yawns, still unaffected. Your brain practically short circuits at his audacity and you have to force yourself not to dig your nails into a vital vein of his. "Just make me feel good." you huff out, trying another pathetic attempt. "I could give you a massage." Toji offers, putting on his best oblivious and dumb act. It's certainly working seeing as even your brown skin is on the verge of turning red from absolute rage.
"Please take me."
"Shopping?"
"Please pull it out.."
"My phone?"
"Please.. do your magic..."
"I'm a magician now?"
He clearly is considering the cruel n mocking act he's putting on. Another minute of this and you might just explode from all the fury that's been building up this entire situation. You are kinda doing it to yourself though.. seeing as it's as simple as tying your shoes but that's not what you need to hear right now. Unfortunately, the angel on your shoulder is telling you that you should just give in, even if it means losing.
"Toji, my love, please just.." He looks up at you amusingly, already sensing his victory. "Just what?" he asks, smirk already on his face. "Just fuck me. Please fuck me." you sigh out, absolutely spent from all the effort you put into that sentence. You practically yelp as you're flipped around suddenly, your field of view immediately doing a 180. You look up and see Toji as eager as ever, already having your shorts and panties down to your knees.
"See how easy that was, mama?" he asks you, flinging your clothing somewhere you'll be too lazy to retrieve after this whole thing is over. "See how fucking little it took?" You watch as sweat is already dripping down his forehead, just as impatient as you were when you were struggling to get your words out. Taking almost 2 hours asking for something that would've taken 3 seconds. Oh you're frustrated? He's absolutely fed up. All the teasing he had to endure, all the grinding against his dick that he had to put up with. He was enraged with it all. The squeeze almost got him.. it almost did.
"Jiji!" you gasp as he practically rips your tanktop off over your head, almost catching your ear piercings on the fabric. "I don't wanna hear shit." he grits out, only focused on your pretty brown pussy and dark nipples. He's infatuated with you and he absolutely can't wait to have you. It's partially his fault, yeah, two stubborn people usually end up in a quarrel. However, he had to teach you a lesson and if he kept letting your teasing antics slide, they'd only intensify.
You're completely bare now and have to face the torture of watching him undress. He basically rips off his own pants, not caring about anything that gets in the way of him being able to destroy you. A drop of sweat makes its way down your forehead as he gives his dick a few pumps with his fist before inching closer to your pussy. "Jiji.." you mumble out, looking away in an attempt to escape his intense glare. "Prep me." you pout, thighs subtly inching closer together to avoid the absolute demon between his legs. "Should've prepped yourself instead of taking 2 hours to ask me a simple question." he spits bluntly, leaving you with nothing but a glare.
Your body was involuntarily prepping you anyways by the looks of it. Toji spreads your legs apart again, obviously being stronger, and looks down at the sweet moisture. You were practically drowning, your pussy producing enough slick to moisten up your inner thighs. Even Toji was shocked, seeing as he let his resolve slip by widening his eyes for a split second. He's back to his usual self immediately after and you can tell by the cheshire grin that paints itself onto his lips. "Pretty pussy was drooling this whole time, huh?" he coos, bringing a thumb down to your clit and chuckling deep in his chest at your shy mewls. "Shouldn't have kept her waiting so long."
You squeal as you're once again being manhandled in a matter of seconds, flipped onto your hands and knees. Toji knows this is one of the positions you aren't fond of. It prevents you from kissing him, wrapping your arms around his beefy neck and shoulders, and admiring him in his lustful state. Therefore, he only really put you in that position when you acted out.
"Jiji, I don't wa-" you gasp as he pulls you closer by your hips, forcing your ass up and your face landing on the mattress as a result. "You were saying something?" he says with such audacity, you can just imagine his unamused expression. Your fingers immediately grasp at the sheets upon feeling the thick, bulbous head of Toji's dick running along your leaking slit. It's torture, your mind stuck between wanting to feel his hips slamming against your plush ass and feeling nervous considering all his built up frustration.
Your fingers tangle into the soft sheets of the bed with an even stronger grip this time, mouth agape as you feel Toji pushing himself inside you. He wants to chuckle at your reaction but can't, too busy clenching his jaw and groaning deep in his chest at just how tighter this position makes you. "Fuck.. open up, baby." he mumbles, voice low and dangerous, only making you want to clench around his dick even tighter. Every inch that welcomes itself into your pussy makes you lose yourself more and more. Small whimpers that you fail to hold back ringing in Toji's ear and making it harder and harder for him not to shove the rest inside.
"You want the rest, pretty?" he asks you with a tone oh so seductive. You nod, believing there's only an inch left and that he'd give it to you slowly. Cue the long, loud, drawn out gasp. You're trembling underneath Toji, not a single thought in your head as he pushes more than half his length deep inside your quivering pussy. His coos from above are practically offensive, good thing you couldn't even register anything around you.
"You asked for the rest, didn't you?" he grins, thick hands gripping at your waist as he begins moving his hips. You're biting your lower lip, body shivering at the feeling of him pulling all the way out only to shove his dick all the way back in again. You're not the only one who's head is spinning. Toji's stuck between wanting to roll his eyes back at the sensation and not wanting to blink not once. The way the flesh of your ass ripples against him when it meets his pelvis is hypnotizing, thighs jiggling below just as much. The body your black genes have blessed you with having Toji in a chokehold practically tighter than your grip on him.
"Shit, mama, c'mere.." he groans, hands sliding up your body until they yank you upwards. Your lip trembles as your back is against Toji's chest, pretty tits on display making him wish he could see them better in this position. This was his way of preventing himself from filling you up too quickly by getting his eyes off your plush cheeks but he may have made things worse. The tears that brim your pretty lashes, the lewd expression on your face, and how much closer your sounds of pleasure is to his ears. He tells himself he needs to slow down, take his time with you. But he can't, hips moving on their own as he furiously pounds his dick into you.
"Lemme hear you, baby. Come on.." he tries to mumble into your ear but it comes out louder than he anticipated, voice shaky and warm sighs escaping him as he struggles to keep his composure. "Harder, daddy." you breathe out, practically unaware of what you're saying and the reaction you've just caused. Suddenly, Toji's arms wrap fully around you, hugging you tight against his body before his hips start moving at a much faster pace.
The pace is demon-like, animalistic and you can't keep up. Forced to take everything he has to offer as you remain dumb founded, drool escaping your pretty two-toned lips, eyes rolling back, and nails digging into the beefy arms that are wrapped around you in an attempt to keep yourself grounded even a little bit. Toji is barely thinking about keeping a steady rhythm of his hips, at this point he's been hypnotized. Face buried into your neck, inhaling your scent as he also tries to focus on not exploding inside your weeping pussy.
He'll only cum if you do, it's always been an unspoken rule inside his perverted mind. Thankfully, you weren't too far from doing so, pussy fluttering in the way it always does when you're ready to cream all over his fat dick. "Daddy, wanna..!" you breathe out. He finds it so cute, so dumb on his cock you can't get a proper sentence out. "Go ahead, mama." Toji groans into your ear before placing a row of kisses on your neck. "Lemme feel it."
And with that, you're coming. Leaving tiny crescents on his arm as you leave a translucent white ring around Toji's dick, hiccuped whines filling the noises of the room accompanied by the unfaltering smacks of his hips against your ass. You feel like you're ascending as you continue to get plowed into, the girth of him pistoning inside you again and again. "I'm almost there, baby, I'm almost.. oh shit-" he swears, holding you impossibly closer as he shoves himself impossibly deeper, chest rumbling as he fills you up spurt by spurt.
You just wanna collapse onto the bed after Toji's emptied himself but of course he doesn't let you. Having you laid on top of him comfortably in a matter of seconds and you're so fucked out you barely even process him maneuvering you both into this comforting position. You let out a yawn but you can't doze off just yet. Putting your pointer finger up with the little strength you have, you start, "Make sure.." "Silk scarf, yes I know, baby." he yawns himself. You smile against him as you feel him reaching under your pillow to retrieve the item and decide it's the perfect time to doze off as he wraps the silk on your head just the way you would.
"I missed you, pretty." You hear from Suguru as you walk into your shared bedroom. You had just come back from a night out with the girls and insisted that your boyfriend stayed home instead of picking you up because it's been a long day for the both of you.
"I missed you too, Sugu'." you practically whisper. The night was fun but oh so tiring. Your feet ached from the heels you had on all night and you were sobering up from too many shots to count. You walk towards the king sized bed and sit down on the edge, preparing to lift your right leg to take off your first heel. "Don't move." Suguru tells you as he scoots away from his spot against the headboard to get closer to you. You feel his long black hair against your skin as he leans down to place a kiss on your neck, trailing a few down to your shoulder. "Lemme help you."
Your tired eyes meet his as his hands move down to your legs, lifting them onto his. You lean back against the soft mattress as he unclasps your heels one at a time, throwing them to some random corner of the room. "Those were red bottoms, you know?" you say jokingly, a fatigued chuckle falling from your lips. "I know, I bought 'em." he smiles. You allow him to drag you on top of him, large n muscular hands instantly grabbing at your waist. You look at him briefly, analyzing his features. He looks at you with such adoration, it's sickeningly sweet. You can't help but press your lips to his.
"You missed me that much?" he mumbles into the kiss, quickly being shut up by your eagerness. It's slow, sweet, and languid. The way his hands caress your body whilst yours play with his soft locks makes everything so much more intimate. His unfaltering grip just makes you wanna lick and suck at every inch of his body but this is Suguru we're talking about. Always making it a challenge for you to get what you want. He chuckles at the way you chase after his lips even after he's pulled away. "How much did you drink, mama?"
"I'm not even tipsy." you reply bluntly, choosing to focus your attention on his jawline and neck since now is the time Suguru chooses to have a conversation. The grip on your waist tightens as he feels your teeth sink into his skin and your kisses turning into suctions. "I believe it." he tells you, not believing you. You begin to feel giddy as you feel him raise your dress so that you're no longer sitting on it, exposing the pretty thong you wore out. You pull away from him for a moment as he lifts the fabric all the way up, successfully taking it off you. You look up at him with a mischievous grin as you're now seated in his lap with nothing but a thong on considering you wore this dress without a bra.
"I'm just tryna help you get ready for bed." Suguru grins at you, reading your mind instantly. You bat your eyelashes at him and pout, trailing a finger down his chest. "Please, Sugu'. Been missin' you all night, daddy.." you mumble. "Don't start." he tells you sternly, body instantly heating up against yours. You already have him wrapped around your finger. "Te necesito.." you whisper against his neck before placing a small kiss on the sensitive skin. Now you've really done it.
"You need me, baby?" he asks you genuinely, bringing a warm hand to your chin, making you face him. You grin back at him, practically purring in delight. "You're learning." you smile as you lean in once more, nose brushing against his. "You are too, pretty. Who taught you how to tease like that?" You make eye contact one last time, mumbling, "I'm looking at him." before closing the small gap between you two.
Suguru groans against your lips, hands subconsciously trailing down to your ass as he kisses you back slowly. There's no rush whenever you're intimate with him, always wanting to savor every moment, every second. He takes the time to massage the right spots, kiss you just right, and take care of anything you need him to. You know you're about to get exactly what you want when he flips you over in less than a second, his lips on yours the whole time.
You gasp softly as you feel his hand trail down your abdomen and into your panties, instantly finding your awaiting pearl. The feather light touches are absolutely killing you but what else can you expect from the man above you. "Please, Sugu'." you whimper gently as his finger rubs against your clit in a particular way. "I got you." he replies before placing a kiss on your cheek and moving to take your panties off. You bite at your lower lip as he immediately continues his actions after tossing the fabric to the side, his digit prodding at your hole to test the waters. You weren't lying when you said you missed him all night.
You groan as you feel his middle finger entering your needy pussy, ring finger joining shortly after. You can take both quickly, you've taken bigger afterall. Suguru instantly knows what to do, eyes focused on your expression and ears listening to your intimate sounds. He studies you like it's his passion and has memorized the patterns that makes your toes curl. He still has to check up on you of course.
"Like that, mama?" he asks you but you can barely reply already. You're not sure if it's the drinks or his talented hands but all of your replies were small hiccuped whines. "Talk to me." he mumbles, curling his fingers purposefully. You look up at him, gaze catching his and it immediately makes you shy. You're suddenly hyper aware that you've already turned into a moaning mess beneath him and wanna distract yourself from that fact. But of course it won't come easy.
"Wan' kisses, Sugu'." you practically cry out as he gives you an unexpected thrust of his fingers. Suguru leans down, lips almost touching yours but instead molding into a grin. "Why? You shy?" he asks you, knowing you better than anyone else in your life. You simply pout in return, tears welling up in your eyes at the motions of his fingers and your attempt to hold back moans. He simply coos down at your bratty display, quickly crumbling it by placing his lips onto your. The intensity of his fingers purposefully increase, making your poor pussy pulse and making it harder to reciprocate the kiss. It's the reaction he lives for, what he yearns for. But of course, Suguru can do much better with his dick.
He bites down on your lower lip upon feeling the whine brewing deep in your chest as his fingers slip out of you. He's ticking you off on purpose, too amused at how needy you get when you're riled up. "You want this dick or not?" he mumbles against your lips before pulling away enough to look down at you, a gaze heated enough to melt popsicles. But he's irked you far too much at this point for you to be all sweet now. "Just shut up and give it to me." you spit out, making a show of rolling your eyes and refusing to face him directly. His eyes have widened a bit, stunned at the sudden boldness that you usually don't respond with. However, it only takes him a few seconds to regain his composure.
"Just shut up? Hm." he practically mumbles, voice so low you can tell his chest vibrates in that tone.
You turn back to him as he lowers his sweats, free of boxers underneath and his thick cock springing out moments after. Your eyes track its movements as it slightly bounces up n down after being released, tip flushed and veins protruding. You barely get a minute to admire the girth though, a yelp escaping you as you're pulled closer by your thighs with his strong hands. His beauty distracts you, hair loosely put into a bun as strays of his bangs hang loosely. You watch as he spits down onto his dick slowly, making a show of stroking himself and releasing a low groan. So distracted you don't even process how fast his movements are.
One moment he's slowly lowering his cock towards your entrance, looking deep into your eyes and making you practically unaware of the sinful actions between your thighs. Then suddenly, the wind is practically knocked out of you. You allow yourself to fall completely back against the mattress, fingers desperate to grip at the sheets as every inch of him is suddenly sheathed deep inside your weeping pussy. You can't seem to catch a break either, back arching the next second as Suguru's hips begin moving immediately. Not soft and languid like he usually starts off, but rough and firm, making sure his pelvis brutally smacks against you with each thrust.
Without thinking, you bring a hand down to his pelvis, a weak attempt at telling him to be more gentle. Your plan immediately fails as one of his hand releases its grip on your thigh in favor of trapping both of your wrists with one hand and bringing it above your head. "What happened to shut up and give it to me? Huh?" he teases cruelly, slamming his hips forward to emphasize the last syllable that falls from his lips. He leans down to whisper in your ear, thrusts finally slowing down but never faltering "Be honest with me, pretty. You like getting fucked like this."
Your lip quivers as you struggle to think of a response. Bratting out is what got you here in the first place.. but being direct has always been one of your weaknesses. You don't wanna keep Suguru waiting either, his hips picking up in speed again, unsatisfied with your lack of response. "Should've been this silent earlier, mama." he mumbles in your ear before placing a kiss right below it. You hadn't noticed your eyes were squeezed shut until you opened them to look up at him due to his movements coming to a halt. The smile he gives you is sinister and now you see why. His hands move to the backs of your thighs, lifting them up and pushing them back. He coos down at the sweet n' shy noises you make as he presses you into a mating press, hooded eyes dropping to look at your pretty cunt struggling to take his dick.
"Sugu'," you mewl out, biting at your kiss swollen lip as he pushes his hips forward. "That's it, let me hear you." he purrs lowly. Your thighs tremble against his hands as his firm thrusts make a come back. They're longer this time, practically pulling all the way out before plunging his dick deep inside you again and again. The position makes your head spin, making it so that you feel any and everything he gives you and unable to escape it. Truth is, you don't wish to escape it. Your mouth is agape, fingers tangled into the soft sheets beneath you and pussy fluttering around Suguru's girth.
"You wanna cum, baby?" he asks you gently, a stark contrast from the aggressive motions of his hips. He knows you better than you know yourself, being able to tell when you're close based on your face and sounds. Always hyper aware of your body and studying everything about you. That's why he's able to make you cream so hard all over his cock, fingers, tongue, and even his thigh. You nod quickly, desperately. "Gonna.." you hiccup, a tear spilling from the corner of your eye at the pleasure. "Gonna cum, Sugu'!" you babble, 100% of your concentration being put into sounding as coherent as you possibly can. "So proud of you, pretty." he coos in adoration. You've made so much progress, vocalizing your feelings to him and being oh so honest. Of course he has to reward you for reaching such a milestone.
You barely process his finger trailing down to your precious pearl, drawing small circles and making your nerves go haywire. From his cock massaging your inner walls to the intricate rubbing of your clit, practiced enough by Suguru to know exactly what makes you cum in 5 seconds. And that's what you do. The sight below him is absolutely hypnotizing, your back attempting to arch up off the bed as your legs tense up beneath him. Everything about the scene is so beautiful he doesn't wanna blink, not wanting to miss not even a fraction of a second of this moment. "Fuck.." he mutters under his breath, suddenly being hit with an intense throb in his dick. "Baby, I'm gonna fucking.." He tips his head back, teeth clenching as he thrusts into you a few more times until, "I'm coming, mama, I'm coming, I'm-" He slams all the way inside you for the last time that night, burying himself to the halt as he shoots rope after rope, filling you up the way you've ached for since you stepped into your home.
You let out a small grunt as he releases your legs before laying on top of you, trying not to apply his full weight but failing. You don't mind though, relishing in the way both of your hearts beat rapidly in your chests until they slow down, syncing up perfectly. His soft breaths against your neck are just as comforting and you're sure he can feel yours as well. You allow your body to relax and eyes to flutter shut, knowing Suguru would have you all cleaned up and comfortable at some point in the night. That's until you hear, "Told you I'd help you get ready for bed." All cheeky and playful, you can just imagine the grin on his face. He's hanging out with Satoru too much...
"Hey, beautiful." you hear a chirpy voice from behind you. You turn around to face the man, narrowing your eyes at his golden ones. "I'm Keigo." he continues with a bright smile.
Everything about the man is radiant. Perfect pearly whites, notably expensive red studs that decorate his ear lobes, and of course those eyes, the color of honey to match how sweet his voice is.
"You orderin', Keigo?" you ask, straight forward and direct. You're exactly his type, so quick with the mouth and unphased by the personalities you have to deal with being a bartender. If he wasn't already in love with you before, he definitely felt like he was now. He leans on his hand that's propped up by his forearm, shamelessly admiring you like he's been struck by cupid's arrows. "Am I allowed to order a drink for the bartender? Is that..." he hiccups. "Pardon.. Is that allowed?" You giggle at how easily flustered he is in his clearly drunken state, trying his best not to let small slip ups like that bring down his confidence. Keigo is determined to bring you home with him if it's the last thing he does.
"Can't really take care of drunkards like you if I'm also drinking, Kei'." you answer his question with a grin. He's taken aback. Not only are you teasing him, but you already made a nickname for him. His confidence sky rockets and he's sure, more sure than he's ever been in his life, that he'll be able to take you home. It's almost time to close down the bar so there isn't much to do aside from wiping down already cleaned surfaces and of course, indulging in a conversation with Keigo. He's just waiting for you to tell him that you're off the clock and it's go time.
"You just gonna stare at me?" you ask, taking the time to analyze him just like he's been doing with you. "What can I say, angel? You make me speechless." The way he's so eagerly sharing his emotions with you, something you don't often see in other men, it paints a smile just as bright as his on your face. You look around the bar, making sure nobody is around, before leaning over the counter and whispering into Keigo's ear, "I could find other ways to make you speechless."
You pull back and try your best to hold back your laughter. Keigo's cheeks are as red as his earrings and you can't help but be amused by it all. No person has ever flustered him as much as you have and he has trouble processing it all, especially in the state he's in. "Can I get a shot?" he suddenly asks you and you raise a brow at him. "Keigo." "Last one, promise." you sigh and let him point to his liquor of choice before grabbing the bottle and pouring his shot. As you go to grab a lime in order to prepare a chaser for him, he's already taking his shot, whispering a small 'fuck' as he slams the glass onto the counter.
"You good?" you ask and he nods. He takes the time to examine your body as you turn around to place the bottle back in its original place, the way you sway your hips with just 3 steps has him in a trance already. He doesn't wanna seem like a perv though so he snaps his eyes back up to your face as soon as you turn back, unaware that his movements are delayed so you catch every motion of his eyes and smile to yourself.
"Fuck it." he mumbles, loud enough for you to hear and you wonder if he realizes that too. "Let me take you home, angel." Keigo says rather quickly, swallowing immediately after, fearing rejection at this point. You look down at your watch and conveniently, it's finally time for you to head home anyway. "I was heading there anyway, Kei'." For some reason, he's shocked to hear those words exit your mouth. Did you wanna sleep with him this entire time as well? The victory is almost too much for him to handle and he's grateful that you give him a minute or two to himself as you finish closing up entirely.
"You ready to go home, baby?" He's so giddy right now, he instantly hops off the stool he was sitting on and trailing behind you like a duckling. You allow him to follow you to your car and Keigo questions why the vehicle looks so familiar. He gets in the car nonetheless and waits for you to enter the driver's seat. As you search for your car keys, Keigo swallows once more and prepares himself to ask the most important question of the night.
"Will we.. you know.... keep in contact after tonight?"
You can tell he's nervous, forehead beading with sweat and fists clenched.
"Keigo.." you say, a small pout on your face. He realizes he's fucked up.
"Baby, don't start." Eren whispers in your ear. Jean, Armin, and Hange had agreed to come over to smoke and have a movie night at Eren's place and of course you'd be there. As soon as they came over, blunts had been rolled, rolling trays were on the small table in the living room, and they were already high.
You had joined shortly after and shared a blunt with Eren, allowing him to shot gun the smoke into your mouth every now n then. You weren't even paying attention to the movie at this point, mind fuzzy and eyes glued to your man. It started off with you intently staring at his face, eyes locking at his lips ever so often before continuing to pick up on any other details of his face. Then you began to kiss his face gently. A kiss on his cheek, on his nose, any spot you could find. But now you're having a full on makeout sesh with his neck and Eren knows exactly how you get after a blunt.
"Please, daddy." you whisper back, turning his face with your hand in order for him to meet your sad face. "Uh uh, no." he stops you instantly, shutting down whatever it is you're trying to start. Soon as you pull out that nickname, it's over and y'all are only on the first movie. You pout and climb off of him before leaving the living room. In 5 seconds, everyone hears a door slam and Eren sighs.
"Did anyone else here that?" Armin asks, eyes bloodshot red. Jean hums in agreement and nods. "Is she good?" he turns slowly to face Eren, watching as he sighs again. "Yeah, I'll check up on her to make sure." Hange puts on the next movie which is the most recent Avatar before getting comfortable on the couch again.
Eren opens the door to his bedroom and isn't shocked to see you laying there, back towards the door. You know who it is and don't even turn to face him. "Baby.." he calls out to you gently and all he receives in return is a small, dramatic sniffle. He sits by your sock-clad feet and puts a hand on your leg, gently rubbing your calf. "C'mere, mama." You crawl over to him on your knees, holding onto your hello kitty plush. You swing your leg over him and plop yourself in his lap once more, thick brown thighs draping over his.
"You that horny?" he asks and you nod, two-toned lips still pouty. He leans down to place his lips on yours, secretly thankful that you've surprisingly chosen not to put on lipgloss. (He hates the feeling of it on his lips). You're hesitant to reciprocate the kiss, only allowing him to get one peck before you're pulling away. He analyzes your features, still pouting. "I'm sorry for telling you no, baby." You look up at him with a brow raised. "Swear."
You let go of your plushie and wrap your arms around him, practically crashing your lips into his. Even Eren is caught off guard as you push him down onto the bed, lips still on his as you begin to grind against him. He lets you have this one, allowing you to indulge yourself with as much kissing as you want. Your tongue invades his mouth, finally not dry due to your needy actions, licking and sucking to your heart's content. You must've been pent up all day, so eager to rip his shirt off.
You yelp softly as Eren suddenly flips you both over, now being on top. You're instantly whining for his lips despite only being apart for 5 seconds as you watch him take off his shirt. "So fucking needy, mama." he mumbles as he leans down to capture your lips once more. The kiss doesn't last as long as you'd like it to and you practically whimper as he pulls away again. "Be patient." he tells you and you're about to open your mouth to protest until he gives you a look. Therefore, you simply huff and look away.
Eren reaches for the bottom of your shirt and lifts it up off you, instantly exposing your plush tits and hard brown nipples. As much as he'd love to suck on them, you two have already been in the room for far too long and he doesn't want it to seem like y'all are having sex despite y'all having sex. He swiftly pulls your shorts and panties down at once and isn't shocked to see how drenched you are. He could already feel it when you were grinding on him earlier.
"We gotta make this quick, okay, baby?" he tells you, lowering his sweats to reveal his dick, throbbing and aching 'cause of you. You don't even register his question as you stare at it like it's treasure. He can't help but chuckle at your reaction in your high state. You lay back down as Eren spreads your legs and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, finally giving you skin to skin contact with his dick. He rubs it back and forth against your pussy, absolutely in love with the way you whimper everytime his fat tip nudges up against your clit.
"Daddy," you whine, reaching up towards him. He leans down to give you the kiss he knows you're begging for, still slowly moving his hips back n forth to feel your slick all over him. He allows himself to slide back one last time before pushing forward and this time, his dick slowly enters you, causing you to accidentally bite down on his lower lip. "Ouch." he giggles against your lips, continuing to impale your pussy on him. You can't even reply, brain short circuiting when he gives you a harsh thrust and is suddenly fully inside you. "You feel that, mama?" he mumbles lowly, gently kissing your jawline and placing pecks all the way down to your neck. "This what you wanted right?" he asks with a grin as he looks back up at you, eyes meeting yours that are equally as red.
Eren pulls out, leaving only his tip inside. His eyes remain glued to your face as he thrusts back in harshly, causing you to choke on your own lewd, loud sounds. Maybe he shouldn't have done that. He looks back at the door to make sure nobody's there before facing you again, taking note of your small tears brimming your bottom lashes. "So cute, baby." he leans down and kisses you, hips slowly moving against yours as he finally decides to fuck you properly. "You gotta stay quiet." he mumbles between kisses, gently nibbling at your lower lip before letting your lips take over.
You moan as quietly as possible, always being a loud one when it came to intimacy. Eren, paranoid that his friends will hear you, has to take safety precautions. So, he brings a hand up to your lips, letting his middle and ring finger slide into your mouth. You instantly suckle on them like it's muscle memory, pulling a groan from the man above you. "Fuck.." he mutters out, suddenly thrusting into you with more vigor. Your small whimpers vibrate through his hand and he can feel his dick throb due to all of it.
His fingers in your mouth have given you something to keep yourself grounded and now you feel is the perfect time to tease him. You tighten yourself around him, successfully squeezing his dick the way you do when you're about to cum. But by your face, he can tell you're doing this on purpose. "Sh.. shit." he swears, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. "Keep doing that shit and watch how fast I fill up this pussy, baby." He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and you giggle at the way he struggles to even speak.
"You think that's funny?" he asks, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Now you're definitely fucked. Now gripping your hips with both hands, and tighter than before, Eren is able to thrust as hard as he wants to. You gasp at the way he slams into your quivering pussy and have to slap your hand over your mouth. It's barely successful as you cry out against your palm at the way he fucks you, the sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the room. It's enough to cause your legs to try and close on their own but of course Eren doesn't allow that.
Your plush thighs begin to quiver as he brings a thumb to your clit, rubbing it the way that makes you cum on him everytime. Eren feels the way you're practically choking his dick and this time it's involuntarily. His hands slam down into the mattress as he whispers in your ear, "You coming, mama?" The most you can do is nod, trying not to cry out and expose the sinful things you and your boyfriend are up to. But he's making it real difficult for you with his words that spill from his lips like honey. "Come on, baby. I promise to cum if you do." he grins, hips stuttering as he tries to hold back his own orgasm.
"Promise I'll fill up that pretty pussy. You just gotta cum on me, baby, c'mon." And with that, your back is arching up off the bed. Eren has to put his own hand over yours as your orgasm hits you, thighs trembling against him as your eyes squeeze shut from the overwhelming sensation. The feeling of your pussy fluttering around his dick has his head spinning and he's suddenly filling you up like he promised, fucking his cum into you as he begins to babble. "I'm coming, baby, I'm coming, fuck, I'm-" he shoots out the last bit of cum he has left and collapses on top of you, chest heaving against yours.
You lay there in silence for a few minutes, Eren threatening to fall asleep until his head shoots up as he remembers he has guests over. "Oh shit- Y/N." he whisper shouts just to look down and see that you've actually fallen asleep. He groans, wanting to cuddle up with you but he knows he can't do his friends like that. Eren quickly runs into the bathroom, thankful to have one in his bedroom, and grabs what he needs. He returns to your sleeping form with a small moist towel and begins to clean up the mess of fluids below your waist. You let out a tiny whimper as he, as gently as he possibly can, cleans the mess of cum from your pussy. "Sorry." he mumbles, placing a small peck on your forehead after completing the first task. He grabs your silk bonnett and carefully lifts your head up in order to put it on you before lifting you up and placing you in your usual sleeping spot on his bed. He drapes his blanket over you and has accepted that you'll grumble in his ear in the morning over your lack of clothes but has to speed tf up.
Eren cleans himself off before putting his clothes back on, looking in the mirror to fix his hair and heading back into the living room. "Oh shit, I forgot you was here." Jean says, startled a bit by Eren's presence. He has what appears to be another blunt in his hand. "So, she good?" Armin asks. Eren reaches for Jean's blunt and nods before taking a hit. He blows out the smoke before adding, "She went to sleep." "Nah, you put her to sleep." Jean giggles like a little school girl, nudging Armin's shoulder who chuckles along with him. "You not getting this blunt back." Eren rolls his eyes.
You hear the front door slam open and remain on your phone, knowing who's there already.
"Suguru!"
You let out a sigh and turn around to face the white haired man. "He's not here, Gojo." He plops down on the couch beside you, annoyingly attractive smile brighter than ever. "Where'd he-" "I don't know. Go ask him." Your eyes are once again glued to your screen, trying your best to ignore him. "You're so eager to answer my questions, Y/N. So cute."
You simply roll your eyes at him and scoot over to the end of the couch, wanting to keep your distance. "Aren't you gonna leave now?" you ask, mustering the most irritated face you can. "Can't I hang out with my best friend's sister?" "No." Due to the way your knees are up against your chest and the flimsy pajama shorts you have on, Satoru is free to take a peek at your panties and of course, you don't notice.
Suguru would grab Gojo by the neck if he found out how his best friend felt about his sister, only a year apart in age. But Gojo finds you absolutely irresistible. Always taking the time to pester you just because he loves seeing you frustrated. "Is there a reason why you hate me, Y/N?" he asks, shades tipped down to the bridge of his nose in order to look at you better. "Let's see.." you think, putting on an act of you being deep in thought. "Maybe how bright your eyes are, your obnoxiously loud laugh, the way you barge in here like the place is yours, and let me not even get started on-" "I've heard enough, thanks."
Gojo continues to stare you down, seemingly curious about you and nothing else in particular. "What?" you ask, shutting off your phone to meet his eyes. "Nothing, just that Suguru told me something completely different." he hums, the apathetic facade he tried to put on quickly crumbling as he grins at your reaction. "What did he tell you??" you ask panicked. Truth is, your stomach flips n turns whenever Gojo's around. Doing absolute summersaults whenever he teases you by resting his arm on top of your head and practically crouching whenever he wants to be face to face.
"He just told me you actually don't hate me. Is that true, Y/N?" Suddenly, he's right next to you again. So close that he's touching you and you suddenly feel like a cat got your tongue. "I- um, I don't know why he'd lie like that." you cough up, turning your phone back on in an instant and scrolling through your homescreen just to find anything to distract yourself with. That's until Gojo snatches your phone, tossing it to the other side of the couch. "You sure about that?" he grins and you wanna wipe that stupid smirk off his face so bad.
"Whatever, just get away from me." you grumble, attempting to kick him away. All your foot does is nudge at his clearly stronger form and you almost give up until he grabs your leg. "Gojo, I swear to- Let me go!" You begin to thrash around in your spot on the couch and he's just too amused to stop now. His hands threaten to tickle your torso so you grab a pillow and begin bashing it against his head repeatedly. "You're gonna give me a concussion here." you hear him giggle and you can't help but indulge in the entertainment of it all as well. Gojo tries to escape your hits by backing up to the other end of the couch and you continue your attack, chasing his face with the pillow until you're tired and throw it onto the floor with a huff.
You glare down at Gojo who's glasses have been knocked off his face. Of course he looks attractive even after you fucked up his hair but it felt like a moment of realization as you analyze his features for a split second. Suddenly, you become aware of the position you're in. You've somehow ended up on top of him and by the look of the blush on his face, he isn't unaware of this either. "You sure you hate me?" he asks, strong hands making a move to grip at your waist. Your mind is telling you to try and move, that you shouldn't mess with your brother's best friend in this way but it feels like you're glued to his lap and it's definitely not because of his grip.
"You don't seem to mind this at all." he grins once more, lifting his head so that his face is closer to yours. You look down at his pretty pink lips before meeting his stunning blue eyes and looking right back down at his lips. It's like a magnet drawing you to them until-
"I'm home!"
You try to scurry off Gojo's lap as quickly as possible just to end up on the floor. You're absolutely fuming at the way his laugh echoes as he attempts to help you up and you simply slap his hand away before helping yourself up. "Took you long enough." Gojo says to your brother as he makes his way over to him. "Why was my sister on the floor?" Suguru asks, immediately glaring daggers at Gojo. "She fell. I tried to help, swear." You watch as Gojo puts his hand over his chest comedically, back to his usual self.
"You sure about that?" Suguru asks, still eyeing his best friend with malice. "You callin' me a liar?" Gojo asks, stepping closer to your brother like he's trying to pick a fight. They do this shit everytime. "Go fight outside!" you yell at them both, pushing them towards the front door. Suguru opens the door and lets himself out, waiting for Gojo to join him.
"Bye, sweetheart." he whispers in your ear before turning to leave. You can feel your eye twitch before you slam the door behind him, ready to run to your room to question your life choices.
"Suguuu," you whine out in hopes that Suguru hears you from outside of the room. He stepped out to light up for a second but of course Satoru can't be left unsupervised for more than 5 seconds.
"Satoru, fuck did you do now?" Suguru sighs as he re-enters the room, fidgeting with his silver lighter. He fixed his hair into a neat bun after you tugged and pulled on it when his head was between your legs. He analyzes the sight before him, you remain with your back facing Satoru though this time, you're impaled on his dick, his greedy hands massaging at the soft flesh of your ass.
"My skin is brown and it's turning red." you glare back at him. "Stop smacking my ass." Suguru supposes he can smoke later and joins you two on the bed, leaning down to kiss you. "Don't worry, pretty." he mutters against your lips before giving you one last kiss. "I'll beat his ass." You look up at his attractive face as he grins back at Satoru who's glaring daggers at his best friend. "You're lucky this pussy doesn't want me to come out." he chuckles hoarsly, moving his hips forward slightly to pull a whimper from your pretty plump lips.
Your eyes flutter shut despite the sight of Suguru before you as Satoru grinds his hips up, slowly pumping his dick in and out of your greedy pussy. Suguru hums lowly at the squelching, moist sounds as he looks down at you. "You gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asks as if you're not getting fucked. "Told 'Toru that I, fuck..., wanted to face him." You try your best to speak but Satoru teasingly gives you unexpected harsh thrusts to fuck with you. "Wanted something in my mouth, Sugu'."
They're both aware of your oral fixation. You always jump at the opportunity to focus your mouth on them. Whether you're sucking their fingers, their cock, or kissing them, your mouth just needs to be doing something. It gets worse when you're under the influence too; Whether you're drunk or high, suddenly the kisses are endless and you're willing to get on your knees at any moment. Suguru gets the message of course and is instantly willing to help out his best friend, you. When your eyes blink back open, they practically sparkle as you watch Suguru get comfortable sitting on the bed before undoing the knot of his sweats. You're not shocked to see he doesn't have boxers on, his girthy dick springing out once he's gotten his pants low enough.
"Go 'head." he tells you even though your mouth is already latching onto his tip. He releases a groan at the way you suck on it immediately, letting out hums as you become content. The way he runs his fingers down your protective style soothingly is a stark contrast to Satoru who's going to work behind you. He's pressed your back down into an arch as you lower your head to try and fit the girth of Suguru's dick in your mouth, living for the weight of it on your tongue.
"You look so fucking good right now, fuck.." Satoru mutters out, stuffing you full as his pelvis presses against the globes of your ass and remains there to savor the moment for a bit. "Thank you." a deeper voice speaks and you look up at Suguru while your hand moves up and down his length. "Wasn't talkin' to you, the fuck?" Satoru makes a face and you have to pull away from Suguru's dick in order to laugh. He simply narrows his eyes at Satoru but they widen again, more than they naturally do as you suck harshly on the head. "Chill, baby, it's not going no where." he tries to play it off with a low chuckle.
The force of one of Satoru's thrusts has your body jerking forward, causing your mouth to go further down onto Suguru's cock. He's not sure if he wants to scold Satoru for his harshness or thank him because the way you swallowed around him was enough to cause his adam's apple to bob in his throat. You on the other hand are already struggling to take at least half into your mouth and Satoru's feeling particularly mischievous at the moment.
His thrusts are brutal with the way he's entranced by the sight of your ass recoiling against him. He's threatened to pull you back by your hair to have your back arching impossibly more and to be able to feel up on your tits but your upper half seems to be occupied by Suguru. It's annoying him. "Why are you making that face?" Suguru asks him, eyes opened for just a moment before resting them shut again. "Nosy." Satoru replies. It's funny how not even his thoughts can hide how he's feeling.
Satoru presumes he can't have you all to himself after all and decides to enjoy the moment. Suguru sure seems to be, eyes closed as he relishes in the feeling of your tongue tracing his veins and your saliva running down his length. He's never been a head pusher, always letting you do what you want to satisfy your needy mouth. But as time goes on, he finds his hips jerking upwards involuntarily, his balls aching to release even more than he already has today with you.
"I'm gonna cum, pretty." he groans out, meeting your cute doe eyes as you look up at him. You resume your stroking, your freshly done nails glimmering in the dim sunlight that peeks through the crack in the curtains as your hand moves up and down his dick. You keep a rhythmic, steady suction on his tip as a you keep a tight grip on him, watching his every reaction as he reaches his peak. "Don't choke, baby, don't choke." he babbles mindlessly and you try to listen to his instructions as he cums, thick ropes spilling into your mouth as you focus on your breathing. You look up at him, batting your eyelashes once you're sure he's done and stick your tongue out. Suguru moans lowly seeing that you've swallowed all of him and brings a hand up to your chin, bringing your head up to look at him better.
"Thank you, pretty." he mutters lowly, looking down at your lips before pressing his to them. He kisses you slowly and you can't help the small noises you let out between them. With the deep thrusts Satoru gives you combined with Suguru's deep soothing voice, your pussy begins to pulse and you're not sure how much more of this you can take. "Now you're making her wanna cum, Suguru." Satoru chuckles, knowing everything you're weak to. "Hurry the fuck up then, Satoru." he replies. He gives you one last kiss before getting up and fixing his sweatpants, letting Satoru finish you off.
You whine, not only at the fact that Suguru left the room but at the fact that Satoru's thrusts increased in pace. The slam of his hips against your ass is hard enough to leave your cheeks sore but the friction is too delicious to want him to stop. "C'mon, angel, cum on me." he purrs out to you, feeling the way your pussy flutters around his dick. That's exactly what you do, mouth open as you cry out into the room, the smacking sounds of sex only making the commotion louder. It's real fucking hot though and Satoru can't help filling you up. Your loud moans die down to overstimulated whimpers as he focuses on his own orgasm, determined to fill you to the halt.
"God damn- fuck.." you hear him pant out above you. His thrusts have slowed down as he rides out his orgasm and you can't help but collapse onto the bed, absolutely spent and ready to go to sleep. Satoru chuckles at the way you flop and pulls out of you, looking down at your cum-filled pussy like he's admiring his own art work. "Y/N." he calls out to you to which you let a groan out at. He tries his best to turn you over, looking down at your closed eyes as you immediately try to sleep. "Get up, pretty, gotta clean you up."
"I got it." you hear outside the door. Suguru walks in with red hooded eyes, a water bottle, and a moist small towel in his hands. "You should've waited for me." Satoru pouts dramatically. "Roll your own." Suguru grumbles before making his way over to you. He spreads your legs, licking his lips at the sight before focusing on what he came in for. As he moves to clean you up, Satoru grabs his hand and stops him. "What?" Suguru looks up at him. "Let me do it." Your eyes blink open and look at Satoru suspiciously. "No, let her rest." Suguru tries to continue but the towel is being snatched from his hand. "I did it, might as well clean it." You watch as Satoru leans down between your legs, going extra slow as a build up before lurching forward. Your legs close in immediately as you yelp at the way his tongue lands on your sensitive clit before he sucks hard.
You push his head away with a whine and he comes back up laughing, holding his stomach at your reaction. "I knew you were gonna do something dumb." you grumble, relaxing your legs again. "Alright, you got that, Suguru." he sighs before handing the towel back to his best friend. You watch as he pulls his pants up before grabbing your lighter and heading for the door. "I hate you." you huff out.
"Love you too." he shouts before closing the door.
"'Sugu', my mouth is dry." you pout, looking at your dark haired best friend who lays on top of your plush brown thighs. Satoru sits up against the headboard, playing with your freshly done braids as you rest your head in his lap. If it wasn't for how high you were, you'd complain about your scalp throbbing. You decided to have a lil' too much to smoke with your best friends Satoru and Suguru and that leaded to this lounge session.
"I can help with that." Satoru grins down at you, long fingers massaging your scalp. "You're not slick, she was talkin' to me." Suguru deadpans at him. Your lidded eyes dart back and forth from the two men as they engage in a banter, as childish as always. You're usually great at separating them when they do this but with the state that you're in, you barely have the energy. That's until Satoru threatens to get up from his spot. "Sit the fuck down, 'Toru." you sigh before sitting up against him enough to be practically back to chest and have Suguru laying on your calves.
"You said you were gonna help me." you huff out, craning your neck to look Satoru in the eyes, uncovered for once. "I am.." he tells you with a devious grin before leaning down, eyeing your two-toned lips like it's the most delectable meal he's ever seen. "Um, I meant with some water." You narrow your eyes at him with a manicured finger pressed to his soft lips. Satoru looks at you almost offended and you can't help but laugh, mostly because of the spliff you just smoked not too long ago. "Fine, I'll get you some-" "I'm already on it." Suguru rolls his eyes before getting up to fetch you your drink.
Now satisfied at the idea of getting water, you remove your finger from Satoru's lips and he immediately jumps at the opportunity to kiss you. Something about his multi-step lip care routine has you entranced and you find yourself matching his rhythm, moving your lips languidly against his. You whine against his lips at the way he tugs at your hair and get him back with a small bite on his lower lip.
"Um, hello??" Suguru grimaces playfully at the sight of you two. You pull away with a smile and take the cup of water from his hands with a 'thank you'. He settles back on top of your legs but this time on his stomach, looking up at you through his long bangs that frame his face. "Don't be jealous just 'cause she prefers kissing me." Satoru laughs, taking the cup of water from your hand in order to cure his own cotton mouth. "Nuh uh." you glare back at him, watching as he takes a sip. "Sugu' is nicer." you practically purr out, looking into his red hooded eyes. Suguru pushes himself upwards to help you out as you chase after his lips, kissing him oh so gently. "I always knew i was the favorite." he mumbles against your lips and gives you a loving peck before grinning and eyeing Satoru's jealous glare.
"Always so horny when you're high." Satoru chuckles, causing you to pull away from Suguru's addicting lips and shoot him a dirty look. "Sugu', tell 'Toru to stop teasing me." you pout. "Stop teasing her, Satoru." he yawns out before lowering himself back to his spot on your thighs. You stick your tongue out at Satoru but fail at your taunting as he attaches his mouth to your own, suckling on your tongue sensually. "Shush." he mutters against your lips before diving back into the kiss.
Suguru feels your thighs squeeze together beneath his head and looks up at you as best as he can with the way the high makes his eyelids feel weighted. It wasn't a surprise that it took so little to get you riled up, especially while in the clouds, but he wanted to do something about it. "You horny?" he asks you bluntly, eyes still glued on you. You pull away from Satoru before asking, "huh?", making sure you heard him correctly. "He asked if your other lips need attention." Satoru clarifies for you before smiling like he stirred up the most creative line in the world. You think about it for a second before looking down at your acrylics, not being able to look straight into Suguru's bedroom like eyes as you nod.
"Can I take these off?" he asks and you give your consent by lifting up your hips, letting him pull down your pajama shorts. He looks back up at you as his fingers hook around the waistband of your panties and you nod again, this time feeling a lot more shy despite having done this with him, with them, countless amount of times. Satoru picks up on your emotions and brings a hand up to your chin, making you look up at him. His eyes are already pretty by themselves but the red & lidded eyes with the pretty eyelash combo definitely did the job of distracting you.
Before you can even lean back into a kiss with Satoru, Suguru's arms are already hugging your thighs as he shoves his face between your legs. You practically yelp out, eyes widening for the first time in the past hour. "Suguru, be gentle with her." Satoru glares down at him. The sight is comedic as you can only see the top half of Suguru's face as he meets his best friend's eyes and mutters, "Sorry." before diving back in. You keen out Suguru's name but Satoru shuts you up quickly, his tongue intruding your mouth instantly. You can barely squirm with his beefy arms draping over you, hands reaching underneath your shirt and immediately finding your plush tits.
You moan out softly against his lips before practically squealing as Suguru flicks his tongue against your pretty pearl, groaning between your legs as your thighs tense up around his head. "What're you crying for?" Satoru teases before tweaking at your brown nipples, pinching and massaging them to savor your sweet reactions. "Y'know I'm sensitive, 'Toru." you breathe out, looking into his eyes for a brief moment before your gaze settles down on his distracting lips once more. "Nah, you're just a crybaby." he chuckles. Suguru makes it harder and harder for you to retort as he quenches his own thirst with the moisture your pussy provides. The slurping noises he makes are obscene, embarrassing even, but his strong grip on your thighs makes it impossible for you to get him to have mercy on you.
"It's too good, pretty." you hear him mumble from below, kissing the flesh of your inner thigh before looking up at you and Satoru again. "Can't enjoy properly if you keep tryna kill me with your thighs." Satoru scoffs, hands almost subconsciously massaging your tits as they squeeze them slowly and softly despite his reactions. "At least you get to be between them." Suguru pays him no mind as he continues his ministrations, eager to defeat his cotton mouth with the most refreshing drink of them all. Your cum.
With the fuzziness in your intoxicated brain and the lust settled deep inside you, you crave kissing. Your lips seem to attach to Satoru's like they're magnetic, instantly coming together whenever you get the chance. He tends to tease though, finding amusement in the way you chase after him, causing your thighs to close in which only leads to a harsh suck on your clit from Suguru as a warning. With each suction of your pearl between his lips, your legs can't help but tremble against his palms. He tries to comfort you as best as he can, gently caressing and squeezing your thighs and gracing them with gentle kisses before continuing his harsh assault on your nerves. The way you tug at his messy black hair only fuels his ego, causing him to lap up at the mess your pussy leaks as his nose nudges up at your bundle of nerves.
"She's gonna cum soon, Satoru." "I know that, Suguru." Your moans rise in pitch and your chest heaves, causing your tits to press further into Satoru's mischievous and unpredictable hands. Playing with the soft peaks has him wanting to do more, suck on them, tease your nipples between his teeth, and overall smother his face with them the way you do with your thighs to Suguru. However, with the way your approaching orgasm has your breath stuttering as you struggle to kiss Satoru back, he decides its best not to overwhelm you.
"If you know then make sure she's not loud." Suguru practically grunts out although it comes out extremely muffled. "Obviously." Satoru smacks his teeth in annoyance before complying anyway, lips making contact with yours. "You gonna cum, angel?" he whispers against your lips and you nod before whimpering into his mouth. "Let me have it then." Suguru follows up his best friend's words before resuming his sucking and slurping. You almost fully part away from Satoru as your orgasm hits you but he makes sure to tug on your lower lip with a gentle bite. Your cries are silenced in the kiss as you cum on Suguru's tongue, gracing his mouth with your warm essence. Satoru continues playing with your breasts ever so gently, helping the effects last longer as Suguru makes sure to swallow everything up.
When Suguru notices you start to get a little too twitchy, he lifts his head up and analyzes your features. You look absolutely drained. If your eyes were low as fuck before, they were at the point of closing after cumming so hard. He watches as your eyes flutter shut and rests his cheek on your thigh, allowing you to relax from your previous position. "You not gon' clean her up or anything? What a gentleman." Satoru snorts before placing a kiss on your forehead and hugging you close, a small attempt at after care.
"'Sugu', my mouth is dry." you pout, looking at your dark haired best friend who lays on top of your plush brown thighs. Satoru sits up against the headboard, playing with your freshly done braids as you rest your head in his lap. If it wasn't for how high you were, you'd complain about your scalp throbbing. You decided to have a lil' too much to smoke with your best friends Satoru and Suguru and that leaded to this lounge session.
"I can help with that." Satoru grins down at you, long fingers massaging your scalp. "You're not slick, she was talkin' to me." Suguru deadpans at him. Your lidded eyes dart back and forth from the two men as they engage in a banter, as childish as always. You're usually great at separating them when they do this but with the state that you're in, you barely have the energy. That's until Satoru threatens to get up from his spot. "Sit the fuck down, 'Toru." you sigh before sitting up against him enough to be practically back to chest and have Suguru laying on your calves.
"You said you were gonna help me." you huff out, craning your neck to look Satoru in the eyes, uncovered for once. "I am.." he tells you with a devious grin before leaning down, eyeing your two-toned lips like it's the most delectable meal he's ever seen. "Um, I meant with some water." You narrow your eyes at him with a manicured finger pressed to his soft lips. Satoru looks at you almost offended and you can't help but laugh, mostly because of the spliff you just smoked not too long ago. "Fine, I'll get you some-" "I'm already on it." Suguru rolls his eyes before getting up to fetch you your drink.
Now satisfied at the idea of getting water, you remove your finger from Satoru's lips and he immediately jumps at the opportunity to kiss you. Something about his multi-step lip care routine has you entranced and you find yourself matching his rhythm, moving your lips languidly against his. You whine against his lips at the way he tugs at your hair and get him back with a small bite on his lower lip.
"Um, hello??" Suguru grimaces playfully at the sight of you two. You pull away with a smile and take the cup of water from his hands with a 'thank you'. He settles back on top of your legs but this time on his stomach, looking up at you through his long bangs that frame his face. "Don't be jealous just 'cause she prefers kissing me." Satoru laughs, taking the cup of water from your hand in order to cure his own cotton mouth. "Nuh uh." you glare back at him, watching as he takes a sip. "Sugu' is nicer." you practically purr out, looking into his red hooded eyes. Suguru pushes himself upwards to help you out as you chase after his lips, kissing him oh so gently. "I always knew i was the favorite." he mumbles against your lips and gives you a loving peck before grinning and eyeing Satoru's jealous glare.
"Always so horny when you're high." Satoru chuckles, causing you to pull away from Suguru's addicting lips and shoot him a dirty look. "Sugu', tell 'Toru to stop teasing me." you pout. "Stop teasing her, Satoru." he yawns out before lowering himself back to his spot on your thighs. You stick your tongue out at Satoru but fail at your taunting as he attaches his mouth to your own, suckling on your tongue sensually. "Shush." he mutters against your lips before diving back into the kiss.
Suguru feels your thighs squeeze together beneath his head and looks up at you as best as he can with the way the high makes his eyelids feel weighted. It wasn't a surprise that it took so little to get you riled up, especially while in the clouds, but he wanted to do something about it. "You horny?" he asks you bluntly, eyes still glued on you. You pull away from Satoru before asking, "huh?", making sure you heard him correctly. "He asked if your other lips need attention." Satoru clarifies for you before smiling like he stirred up the most creative line in the world. You think about it for a second before looking down at your acrylics, not being able to look straight into Suguru's bedroom like eyes as you nod.
"Can I take these off?" he asks and you give your consent by lifting up your hips, letting him pull down your pajama shorts. He looks back up at you as his fingers hook around the waistband of your panties and you nod again, this time feeling a lot more shy despite having done this with him, with them, countless amount of times. Satoru picks up on your emotions and brings a hand up to your chin, making you look up at him. His eyes are already pretty by themselves but the red & lidded eyes with the pretty eyelash combo definitely did the job of distracting you.
Before you can even lean back into a kiss with Satoru, Suguru's arms are already hugging your thighs as he shoves his face between your legs. You practically yelp out, eyes widening for the first time in the past hour. "Suguru, be gentle with her." Satoru glares down at him. The sight is comedic as you can only see the top half of Suguru's face as he meets his best friend's eyes and mutters, "Sorry." before diving back in. You keen out Suguru's name but Satoru shuts you up quickly, his tongue intruding your mouth instantly. You can barely squirm with his beefy arms draping over you, hands reaching underneath your shirt and immediately finding your plush tits.
You moan out softly against his lips before practically squealing as Suguru flicks his tongue against your pretty pearl, groaning between your legs as your thighs tense up around his head. "What're you crying for?" Satoru teases before tweaking at your brown nipples, pinching and massaging them to savor your sweet reactions. "Y'know I'm sensitive, 'Toru." you breathe out, looking into his eyes for a brief moment before your gaze settles down on his distracting lips once more. "Nah, you're just a crybaby." he chuckles. Suguru makes it harder and harder for you to retort as he quenches his own thirst with the moisture your pussy provides. The slurping noises he makes are obscene, embarrassing even, but his strong grip on your thighs makes it impossible for you to get him to have mercy on you.
"It's too good, pretty." you hear him mumble from below, kissing the flesh of your inner thigh before looking up at you and Satoru again. "Can't enjoy properly if you keep tryna kill me with your thighs." Satoru scoffs, hands almost subconsciously massaging your tits as they squeeze them slowly and softly despite his reactions. "At least you get to be between them." Suguru pays him no mind as he continues his ministrations, eager to defeat his cotton mouth with the most refreshing drink of them all. Your cum.
With the fuzziness in your intoxicated brain and the lust settled deep inside you, you crave kissing. Your lips seem to attach to Satoru's like they're magnetic, instantly coming together whenever you get the chance. He tends to tease though, finding amusement in the way you chase after him, causing your thighs to close in which only leads to a harsh suck on your clit from Suguru as a warning. With each suction of your pearl between his lips, your legs can't help but tremble against his palms. He tries to comfort you as best as he can, gently caressing and squeezing your thighs and gracing them with gentle kisses before continuing his harsh assault on your nerves. The way you tug at his messy black hair only fuels his ego, causing him to lap up at the mess your pussy leaks as his nose nudges up at your bundle of nerves.
"She's gonna cum soon, Satoru." "I know that, Suguru." Your moans rise in pitch and your chest heaves, causing your tits to press further into Satoru's mischievous and unpredictable hands. Playing with the soft peaks has him wanting to do more, suck on them, tease your nipples between his teeth, and overall smother his face with them the way you do with your thighs to Suguru. However, with the way your approaching orgasm has your breath stuttering as you struggle to kiss Satoru back, he decides its best not to overwhelm you.
"If you know then make sure she's not loud." Suguru practically grunts out although it comes out extremely muffled. "Obviously." Satoru smacks his teeth in annoyance before complying anyway, lips making contact with yours. "You gonna cum, angel?" he whispers against your lips and you nod before whimpering into his mouth. "Let me have it then." Suguru follows up his best friend's words before resuming his sucking and slurping. You almost fully part away from Satoru as your orgasm hits you but he makes sure to tug on your lower lip with a gentle bite. Your cries are silenced in the kiss as you cum on Suguru's tongue, gracing his mouth with your warm essence. Satoru continues playing with your breasts ever so gently, helping the effects last longer as Suguru makes sure to swallow everything up.
When Suguru notices you start to get a little too twitchy, he lifts his head up and analyzes your features. You look absolutely drained. If your eyes were low as fuck before, they were at the point of closing after cumming so hard. He watches as your eyes flutter shut and rests his cheek on your thigh, allowing you to relax from your previous position. "You not gon' clean her up or anything? What a gentleman." Satoru snorts before placing a kiss on your forehead and hugging you close, a small attempt at after care.
"'Suki, 'm tired." you yawn as you rub at your eyes. Class 1-A insisted on having a movie night in the main hall of the dorms, wanting to end this week off easy. Everyone is shocked Bakugou even agreed to watch. Everyone is shocked he's relaxed on the couch. Everyone is shocked that he currently has his arm around you while you lay on top of him. It's all very baffling but they try not to let their eyes linger on you both for too long out of fear of ruining the peace.
"Then go to sleep." he tells you bluntly, gruff from exhaustion evident in his voice. He is throwing off his night routine for this afterall. You look up at him with a pout, trying your best not to squint considering your sleepiness. "Let's go to your dorm." "Excuse me?" he says immediately, causing you to giggle. Kirishima looks at you both through his peripheral, thoughts running through his head of what you could possibly be doing at his dorm but he quickly shuts those thoughts down and focuses on the movie.
"Can you carry me to your dorm, 'Suki?" you bat your eyelashes at him, hoping to butter him up. He blinks at you slowly, probably because of how sleepy he is before saying, "Fuck no." You let out a groan and realize this is gonna take more effort. "Please, I won't bother you for 24 hours." "24 hours?" he asks. "A full damn day?" You nod eagerly, sitting up and looking him in his eyes. It only lasts for a split second because suddenly you're being tossed into the air and over Bakugou's shoulder, almost knocking the wind out of you. You hear him yawn below you as he begins dragging his feet towards his dorm.
"Where you going, Bakugou?" you hear Denki call out. "To fucking sleep." he shouts back before rushing to his door and slamming it behind the both of you. You hop off his shoulder and immediately start giggling at his antics, always amused by him. "Why are you always laughing?" Bakugou deadpans at you, the darkness underneath his eyes making him look a little too good in your eyes. "It's 'cause you're so funny, Kats'." He rolls his eyes at the nickname but doesn't argue against it. He's already tried and you insist that it's cute so he's grown used to it.
He releases a sigh as he plops down onto his neatly done bed, prepared to ruin it in his sleep as he drapes an arm over his eyes. He releases soft breaths, prepared to finally fall deep into sleep. That's until he feels a human on top of him, that human being you. "Wha- Get off me!" he practically shouts despite the late hours of the night. You try to remain sturdy on top of him, almost like you're riding a bull as he thrashes in an attempt to remove you but you remain on top of him. "Suki', be quiet! You're gonna wake people up." you scold, putting weight on his shoulders with your hands to calm him down. "I don't give a-" You slap a hand over his mouth before glaring down at him.
Bakugou only glares back but his tossing and turning comes to an end as he tires himself out even more. He practically pants against your hand and your face scrunches up as you wipe the moisture onto his heaving chest. "Damn." you breathe out, a chuckle following. "We're behind closed doors, you can relax." Bakugou seems to still be catching his breath as he looks up at you, suddenly flustered at the sight of you above him. "What's that supposed to mean?" he pants out, adrenaline lowering from the fight he put up but rising at the same time due to the position he's in. "It means we can do things like this." you smile mischievously.
You lean down and barely give him time to panic as you capture his lips with yours, hands coming up to his shoulders. Bakugou slowly eases into it despite his previous panic. His hands come up to your waist and you practically purr at the action, feeling welcome to use tongue. You feel the rumble in his chest below you as he groans, hands going even lower to rub at your ass that's barely covered by your pajama shorts. He chuckles lowly against your lips at the disappointed whine you give when his hands only linger there for a second before they're back on your waist.
This is one of those moments where it dawns on Bakugou that he's like every other teenage boy. Just like the lewd idiots that he despises in his school. He's no better than Mineta as he feels his body heat up and suddenly is hyper aware of everything about you. The way you sit on top of him suddenly feels way different, your bulging chest pressed against his impressive pecs, and your hand that caresses his scalp. It all has him releasing groans that for once, aren't out of annoyance. The grip on your hips becomes more tense and it only makes you more amused by the second.
"You're getting so warm, Kats'." you hum against his lips before pulling away, giving him a smile that makes him wanna drag you back into a kiss. "Am I making you feel that way?" you ask with a cheshire grin, hands smoothing down his tanktop before settling on his chest. Bakugou can barely even look at you with how much he's blushing. It's so bad you can see it with just the dim city lights coming from his window illuminating the two of you. "I'm always warm." he huffs out, tempted to throw you off of him once again. "Yeah, okay, Katsuki." you laugh before placing a peck on his lips unexpectedly.
"I can't keep you up all night so I'll leave you alone." you mutter loud enough for him to hear before rolling off of him. You rest your head on top of your own arm and look up at Bakugou's face. He turns around to meet your eyes although he can barely look for long before his emotions overcome him again. To be honest, he's not even that tired anymore. He wants to stay up all night just holding your body impossibly close to his and be enveloped in your kisses. He wants to tell you how much he fucking lov- likes you, and just wants to date you already. But at the same time, he's scared of what he doesn't know. He doesn't know how you'll react, doesn't know if it'll ruin what you already have so he keeps his lips tightly zipped.
"Goodnight then." he whispers and you give him his goodnight before closing your eyes, smile evident on your face even as you fall into a peaceful sleep. Bakugou wonders what you dream about as you sleep. He doesn't wanna get his hopes up and believe they're about him but they definitely are, he just doesn't know that. He stays up for a bit longer as you sleep, wanting to make sure you're completely drifted off before he goes to sleep himself. He analyzes your features, your closed eyes that are usually looking up at him with amusement, your nose that rubs against his whenever you get too close, and of course, the lips that were just on his own moments ago. If this goes on, he's sure he'll be lovesick by the time its midnight. Now that you're completely asleep though, Bakugou wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer. Now he's ready to go to bed.
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"Guys, don't go in there." Kirishima sighs out, trying to hold Denki and Sero back by their collars. "It's the afternoon already! Does sleeping late really make this dude sleep in so late?!" Denki practically yells out before succesfully slamming Bakugou's dorm room open. "Hey, Baku-" Sero cuts himself off. Even Kiri is slightly shocked at the sight. Your shorter form lays on top of him as the both of you sleep. With the blanket tossed to the ground and both of you rocking a bed head, their faces turn grey. "Oh shit." Denki whispers as Bakugou's eyes blink open. "What the fuck..." he rasps before making out the pale, scared faces of Kirishima, Sero, and Denki. "Y'all have 5 fucking seconds." Those are the only words Bakugou had to say before the 3 musketeers were scrambling away from his dorm with a slam of his door. They're all panting as they run towards the main hall, still processing what they saw.
"Do you think they-"
"Don't fucking even." Kirishima breathes out as he slaps Denki on the back of his head before catching his breath.
"'Suki, 'm tired." you yawn as you rub at your eyes. Class 1-A insisted on having a movie night in the main hall of the dorms, wanting to end this week off easy. Everyone is shocked Bakugou even agreed to watch. Everyone is shocked he's relaxed on the couch. Everyone is shocked that he currently has his arm around you while you lay on top of him. It's all very baffling but they try not to let their eyes linger on you both for too long out of fear of ruining the peace.
"Then go to sleep." he tells you bluntly, gruff from exhaustion evident in his voice. He is throwing off his night routine for this afterall. You look up at him with a pout, trying your best not to squint considering your sleepiness. "Let's go to your dorm." "Excuse me?" he says immediately, causing you to giggle. Kirishima looks at you both through his peripheral, thoughts running through his head of what you could possibly be doing at his dorm but he quickly shuts those thoughts down and focuses on the movie.
"Can you carry me to your dorm, 'Suki?" you bat your eyelashes at him, hoping to butter him up. He blinks at you slowly, probably because of how sleepy he is before saying, "Fuck no." You let out a groan and realize this is gonna take more effort. "Please, I won't bother you for 24 hours." "24 hours?" he asks. "A full damn day?" You nod eagerly, sitting up and looking him in his eyes. It only lasts for a split second because suddenly you're being tossed into the air and over Bakugou's shoulder, almost knocking the wind out of you. You hear him yawn below you as he begins dragging his feet towards his dorm.
"Where you going, Bakugou?" you hear Denki call out. "To fucking sleep." he shouts back before rushing to his door and slamming it behind the both of you. You hop off his shoulder and immediately start giggling at his antics, always amused by him. "Why are you always laughing?" Bakugou deadpans at you, the darkness underneath his eyes making him look a little too good in your eyes. "It's 'cause you're so funny, Kats'." He rolls his eyes at the nickname but doesn't argue against it. He's already tried and you insist that it's cute so he's grown used to it.
He releases a sigh as he plops down onto his neatly done bed, prepared to ruin it in his sleep as he drapes an arm over his eyes. He releases soft breaths, prepared to finally fall deep into sleep. That's until he feels a human on top of him, that human being you. "Wha- Get off me!" he practically shouts despite the late hours of the night. You try to remain sturdy on top of him, almost like you're riding a bull as he thrashes in an attempt to remove you but you remain on top of him. "Suki', be quiet! You're gonna wake people up." you scold, putting weight on his shoulders with your hands to calm him down. "I don't give a-" You slap a hand over his mouth before glaring down at him.
Bakugou only glares back but his tossing and turning comes to an end as he tires himself out even more. He practically pants against your hand and your face scrunches up as you wipe the moisture onto his heaving chest. "Damn." you breathe out, a chuckle following. "We're behind closed doors, you can relax." Bakugou seems to still be catching his breath as he looks up at you, suddenly flustered at the sight of you above him. "What's that supposed to mean?" he pants out, adrenaline lowering from the fight he put up but rising at the same time due to the position he's in. "It means we can do things like this." you smile mischievously.
You lean down and barely give him time to panic as you capture his lips with yours, hands coming up to his shoulders. Bakugou slowly eases into it despite his previous panic. His hands come up to your waist and you practically purr at the action, feeling welcome to use tongue. You feel the rumble in his chest below you as he groans, hands going even lower to rub at your ass that's barely covered by your pajama shorts. He chuckles lowly against your lips at the disappointed whine you give when his hands only linger there for a second before they're back on your waist.
This is one of those moments where it dawns on Bakugou that he's like every other teenage boy. Just like the lewd idiots that he despises in his school. He's no better than Mineta as he feels his body heat up and suddenly is hyper aware of everything about you. The way you sit on top of him suddenly feels way different, your bulging chest pressed against his impressive pecs, and your hand that caresses his scalp. It all has him releasing groans that for once, aren't out of annoyance. The grip on your hips becomes more tense and it only makes you more amused by the second.
"You're getting so warm, Kats'." you hum against his lips before pulling away, giving him a smile that makes him wanna drag you back into a kiss. "Am I making you feel that way?" you ask with a cheshire grin, hands smoothing down his tanktop before settling on his chest. Bakugou can barely even look at you with how much he's blushing. It's so bad you can see it with just the dim city lights coming from his window illuminating the two of you. "I'm always warm." he huffs out, tempted to throw you off of him once again. "Yeah, okay, Katsuki." you laugh before placing a peck on his lips unexpectedly.
"I can't keep you up all night so I'll leave you alone." you mutter loud enough for him to hear before rolling off of him. You rest your head on top of your own arm and look up at Bakugou's face. He turns around to meet your eyes although he can barely look for long before his emotions overcome him again. To be honest, he's not even that tired anymore. He wants to stay up all night just holding your body impossibly close to his and be enveloped in your kisses. He wants to tell you how much he fucking lov- likes you, and just wants to date you already. But at the same time, he's scared of what he doesn't know. He doesn't know how you'll react, doesn't know if it'll ruin what you already have so he keeps his lips tightly zipped.
"Goodnight then." he whispers and you give him his goodnight before closing your eyes, smile evident on your face even as you fall into a peaceful sleep. Bakugou wonders what you dream about as you sleep. He doesn't wanna get his hopes up and believe they're about him but they definitely are, he just doesn't know that. He stays up for a bit longer as you sleep, wanting to make sure you're completely drifted off before he goes to sleep himself. He analyzes your features, your closed eyes that are usually looking up at him with amusement, your nose that rubs against his whenever you get too close, and of course, the lips that were just on his own moments ago. If this goes on, he's sure he'll be lovesick by the time its midnight. Now that you're completely asleep though, Bakugou wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer. Now he's ready to go to bed.
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"Guys, don't go in there." Kirishima sighs out, trying to hold Denki and Sero back by their collars. "It's the afternoon already! Does sleeping late really make this dude sleep in so late?!" Denki practically yells out before succesfully slamming Bakugou's dorm room open. "Hey, Baku-" Sero cuts himself off. Even Kiri is slightly shocked at the sight. Your shorter form lays on top of him as the both of you sleep. With the blanket tossed to the ground and both of you rocking a bed head, their faces turn grey. "Oh shit." Denki whispers as Bakugou's eyes blink open. "What the fuck..." he rasps before making out the pale, scared faces of Kirishima, Sero, and Denki. "Y'all have 5 fucking seconds." Those are the only words Bakugou had to say before the 3 musketeers were scrambling away from his dorm with a slam of his door. They're all panting as they run towards the main hall, still processing what they saw.
"Do you think they-"
"Don't fucking even." Kirishima breathes out as he slaps Denki on the back of his head before catching his breath.
"Come here." Issei calls out to you, voice low and languid. He's tired, it's obvious in his eyes that's already naturally lidded. But he isn't regular 'wanna go to bed' tired, no. He's tired of your antics. Issei just finished paying for your waist length protective hairstyle, nails, and a few other gifts you wanted for yourself. Of course, some things had to come to an end. Your brattiness began when you wanted a new stuffie for your home decor and Issei immediately shut the idea down, insisting that the place was getting full of them. He even tried to bargain with you! Stating that if he got you more, some would have to go and you were not fucking with that idea.
He hears a small 'hmph!' in response to him as you turn your back to him on the bed, continuing to scroll on your phone while hugging one of your many hello kitty plushies. It could've been a brand new one if he would've just agreed to buy the ones you saw at the store yet here you are. "Princess." you pay him no mind. "Angel." Still scrolling on your phone. "Mama." Your ears perk at that but still. You get up from your spot on the king sized bed, wanting to get yourself a drink. As you're walking past the TV in your room, Issei grabs your hand, stopping you in your tracks.
"What do you want?" you ask him, attitude evident in your tone. Issei's brow raises at the tone and of course he could have you at his feet in seconds but this attitude required a different approach for best results. He takes a deep breath, putting his controller down before turning you around to face him completely. "Talk to me." Issei drops the grip on your hand in favor of running his hands down your body, smoothing down your hairstyle at your waist before settling his hands on your ass. The actions gives you a tingle deep inside but you're as stubborn as ever.
"There's nothing to talk about." you snap back, looking away from him. Issei's hooded eyes scan your body, looking at your curves as his hands remain on your plush ass that's barely covered by your sleeping shorts. But he has an objective and is determined to complete it. "Let's just talk, okay?" You look down at him, meeting his gaze and if it weren't for how good he looked, you wouldn't have agreed. Your face remains pouty as Issei brings you closer, urging you to sit on his lap which you do hesitantly. Your thick brown thighs drape over his as you join him in his gaming chair but you keep your hands to yourself; you act distracted, trying to keep your eyes on everything but him as you examine your fresh manicure.
"You not gon' look at me?" he asks and you roll your eyes before meeting his gaze. "What do you want, Issei?" You mutter his name like it's poison and he can't help but give a delirious smile. "Is this about your lil' teddy bears?" "They're not bears." "Sorry, stuffed animals.." The pout on your glossy lips is too cute, he can't wait to kiss them but it'll have to wait. "Mhm." you reply, answering his question. "Not getting what you want makes you mad, doesn't it, pretty?" You soften up at the nickname and finally take the step to touch him, placing your hands on his shoulders.
"You never say no, 'sei.." The eyes you're giving him are so sad and cute he almost instantly regrets not buying you those stupid plushies. "Let me make it up to you." You raise your brow at him. "If it's not with plushies then I don't want it." "It's better, baby, I promise." You glare at Issei yet allow him to lean in, placing his lips on yours. You barely reciprocate the energy out of stubbornness so he gives your lower lip a small bite, causing you to gasp and give him further access. You're too much of a sucker for his lips to not kiss back, hands beginning to roam Issei's chest and shoulders.
Suddenly you feel his warm hand entering your shorts and panties, causing you to pull away. "If that's your plan to make up for it, you're wasting your time." you scoff at him, letting him get further down into your panties by lifting your hips. "We'll see, mama." Issei wasn't surprised to see you were already getting wet, not being able to resist anything about him. He leans in and kisses you again, adamant on making you even wetter by circling your clit. He knows exactly how to toy with you in a way that makes you sigh out against his lips. You kiss him with more passion at the pleasure, wanting to feel his tongue against yours. He can't resist out doing himself, flicking your needy pearl with the pad of his middle finger to get those sweet reactions from you.
You can't deny it, Issei's always been talented with his hands but that doesn't mean you won't deal with him later on the subject. So for now, you allow yourself to enjoy, lower lip caught between your teeth as you feel his thick fingers slipping inside you, knowing exactly what to do. Your head falls down and rests against him, nails digging into his shoulders once he's gotten his fingers to that spot he always loves to toy with. "Ease up, pretty, I just started." you hear him chuckle yet you don't have the power to glare at him right now. "Fuck me already, 'sei." you pout, rocking your hips forward in order to feel more friction. Issei kisses your cheek before thrusting his fingers deeper in your pussy. He wants to fuck you more than anything too but he's sure you don't wanna deal with the ache his size leaves you with.
"Please, Issei.." you whine, attempting to butter him up by kissing along his jawline. Issei knows he'd rather not deal with you if he denies again so he sighs and gives in. You gasp as he gives you one last particularly harsh thrust of his fingers before pulling them out. Of course you're content with getting what you want, already hopping off his lap and making move to remove your shorts and panties. Issei barely follows suit, simply lowering his sweats enough to free his dick from its confines and watching as you pull your hairstyle into a messy bun.
You're instantly hopping back into his lap, watching as he spits down onto his cock and gives it a couple strokes. "Isseiii," you whine, causing him to raise a brow at you. He doesn't ask questions however, letting you hover your needy pussy over his tip and do what you want. "Go 'head." he tells you nonchalantly. "I'm about to." you huff back, pouty lips making a return. You don't ride Issei often, for.. obvious reasons, and it's proof in the way your jaw is already dropping as you split yourself on just the tip of his cock. Your eyes are screwed shut as you try to get at least halfway down his girth, struggling in just a couple seconds.
"You need help?" Anybody would interpret this as an honest question but you can simply sense the condescension in his voice. "No." you mutter out yet you whimper soon after as you lower yourself a bit more. "I'm gonna help you." "Don't." His hands are already on your waist, hips ready and prepared. "'sei, I swear-" You end up with your words caught in your throat as Issei makes a swift movement of his hips, shoving himself all the way inside you in a matter of seconds. Your brain practically short circuits and he just finds it so cute the way you stutter, unable to protest anymore. Before you can even regain your senses, he decides its the perfect opportunity to begin fucking you, keeping your hips still and moving his up and down, getting deeper inside you each time.
"Fuck, look at that." he rasps out, slowly shoving his cock in n' out of you. He can barely see any inch of your body, your pussy stuffed by him below and your cute pajama top covering your pretty tits. But Issei doesn't need any of that, getting off to the feeling and the look on your face. Absolutely dumb. Drunk on the feeling of his dick already and reduced to babbles and whimpers. "This what you wanted from the start, huh, mama?" he groans out, lust filled eyes trying to catch yours but they can't, your eyes either crossed or rolling back.
"Look at me." You don't even hear him, too busy bouncing up n' down on his dick. So Issei feels petty enough to stop, holding you down against him and keeping every inch of him stuffed inside you. "Look at me." he repeats and this time you do hear him, giving him the most annoyed glare you can muster in your cock-drunk state. You almost fume when he stops you just to place a kiss on your lips but it soothes you. You reciprocate the energy, licking into his mouth while releasing the softest groans. Issei's content with this and loosens his grip on your hips, letting you grind against him.
The way his pelvis rubs perfectly against your needy clit makes you see stars and now you're struggling to kiss him back. You fully pull away once Issei relishes in a chuckle against your lips, finding the whole thing amusing. But it's time to cut the shit. He knows the feeling you both are looking for and is adamant on getting you there before him soon. Therefore, he goes back to pistoning his hips upwards, the sounds of your squelching pussy and your ass smacking against his thighs competing in volume. You're lucky for Issei's strong arms because if it weren't for him, your balance would be completely fucked up. You help yourself out subconsciously, wrapping your arms around him and getting impossibly closer to your man.
He hits a particular spot inside you that makes you release a noise you don't think you've ever made. The force of the thrust makes you grab onto Issei's dark curls, practically yanking it. "Damn, hold on-" he practically moans out. The action made his dick throb, yeah, but now his scalp aches a bit. "I should pull your hair like that." You're back to slow grinding and panting, having just a minute or two to collect yourself. "Don't even fucking... think about it." you pant, looking straight into the darkness of Issei's eyes. "I just got my hair done." You're dead serious too, never playing when it comes to your hair. This time, the look of straight threat you give him is one that sends shivers down his spine. He definitely got the hint.
"Don't gotta tell me twice, pretty." he chuckles nervously. "Let's wrap this up." You yelp as he lands a slap on your ass, obviously not aware of how heavy-handed he is. Issei gets comfortable in his seat, knees relaxing as he massages the spot he just smacked. You're supposed to be a pillow princess right now and forever and he has the audacity to expect you to do all the bouncing yourself. "You're not dead ass." "So dead ass right now." he quips back a little too quickly. "Issei-" "You want more teddy bears or not?" He shuts you up real quick. You're rather salty about it but make a move, firmly placing your hands on his shoulders and lifting your hips up.
"There we go." he sighs out, head falling back against his gaming chair. Your lustful feeling comes back instantly as you feel the drag of his cock against your walls and suddenly doing the work doesn't seem all too bad. You're able to go at your desired pace, not too fast yet not painstakingly slow as you feel your orgasm building up, creeping up on you slowly. With each bounce, Issei releases a low moan, occasionally accompanied by a whispered 'fuck' and you're not sure how much of his voice you can take. "Issei, 'm gonna-" "Yeah, me too, baby." You let out a long dragged out moan as he helps you fuck yourself on his dick, hands on your waist bringing you up and down. His hips stutter without him meaning too, preparing him for the moment he eventually fucks his cum up into your fluttering pussy. "Cum on my dick, mama, fuck.." And that's exactly what you do, freshly done nails digging into his broad shoulders as you practically cry out. The sound of your own moans rings in your ears as every thought in your head disappears, only able to focus on the feeling of your orgasm hitting you like a truck. The blissful feeling soon turns into overstimulation as Issei chases after his own orgasm, hips slamming upwards until he's filling you up with the load he's been wanting to stuff inside you since you started your bratty act. "Fuck, baby, take it." he babbles as he mindlessly fucks into you, making sure every drop of his cum is deep in your pussy.
Absolutely exhausted, you rest your cheek on Issei's shoulder, already prepared to catch some Z's. You're probably tired from all the attitude you were giving today, Issei thinks to himself. It's almost like you read his mind because you give his hair a threatening tug but it does nothing but make him laugh lowly with the energy he has left. "You good now?" he mutters, knowing you're not yet sleeping despite your soft breaths and eyes being shut. "I still want my damn plushies.." you utter before officially clocking out.
"Come here." Issei calls out to you, voice low and languid. He's tired, it's obvious in his eyes that's already naturally lidded. But he isn't regular 'wanna go to bed' tired, no. He's tired of your antics. Issei just finished paying for your waist length protective hairstyle, nails, and a few other gifts you wanted for yourself. Of course, some things had to come to an end. Your brattiness began when you wanted a new stuffie for your home decor and Issei immediately shut the idea down, insisting that the place was getting full of them. He even tried to bargain with you! Stating that if he got you more, some would have to go and you were not fucking with that idea.
He hears a small 'hmph!' in response to him as you turn your back to him on the bed, continuing to scroll on your phone while hugging one of your many hello kitty plushies. It could've been a brand new one if he would've just agreed to buy the ones you saw at the store yet here you are. "Princess." you pay him no mind. "Angel." Still scrolling on your phone. "Mama." Your ears perk at that but still. You get up from your spot on the king sized bed, wanting to get yourself a drink. As you're walking past the TV in your room, Issei grabs your hand, stopping you in your tracks.
"What do you want?" you ask him, attitude evident in your tone. Issei's brow raises at the tone and of course he could have you at his feet in seconds but this attitude required a different approach for best results. He takes a deep breath, putting his controller down before turning you around to face him completely. "Talk to me." Issei drops the grip on your hand in favor of running his hands down your body, smoothing down your hairstyle at your waist before settling his hands on your ass. The actions gives you a tingle deep inside but you're as stubborn as ever.
"There's nothing to talk about." you snap back, looking away from him. Issei's hooded eyes scan your body, looking at your curves as his hands remain on your plush ass that's barely covered by your sleeping shorts. But he has an objective and is determined to complete it. "Let's just talk, okay?" You look down at him, meeting his gaze and if it weren't for how good he looked, you wouldn't have agreed. Your face remains pouty as Issei brings you closer, urging you to sit on his lap which you do hesitantly. Your thick brown thighs drape over his as you join him in his gaming chair but you keep your hands to yourself; you act distracted, trying to keep your eyes on everything but him as you examine your fresh manicure.
"You not gon' look at me?" he asks and you roll your eyes before meeting his gaze. "What do you want, Issei?" You mutter his name like it's poison and he can't help but give a delirious smile. "Is this about your lil' teddy bears?" "They're not bears." "Sorry, stuffed animals.." The pout on your glossy lips is too cute, he can't wait to kiss them but it'll have to wait. "Mhm." you reply, answering his question. "Not getting what you want makes you mad, doesn't it, pretty?" You soften up at the nickname and finally take the step to touch him, placing your hands on his shoulders.
"You never say no, 'sei.." The eyes you're giving him are so sad and cute he almost instantly regrets not buying you those stupid plushies. "Let me make it up to you." You raise your brow at him. "If it's not with plushies then I don't want it." "It's better, baby, I promise." You glare at Issei yet allow him to lean in, placing his lips on yours. You barely reciprocate the energy out of stubbornness so he gives your lower lip a small bite, causing you to gasp and give him further access. You're too much of a sucker for his lips to not kiss back, hands beginning to roam Issei's chest and shoulders.
Suddenly you feel his warm hand entering your shorts and panties, causing you to pull away. "If that's your plan to make up for it, you're wasting your time." you scoff at him, letting him get further down into your panties by lifting your hips. "We'll see, mama." Issei wasn't surprised to see you were already getting wet, not being able to resist anything about him. He leans in and kisses you again, adamant on making you even wetter by circling your clit. He knows exactly how to toy with you in a way that makes you sigh out against his lips. You kiss him with more passion at the pleasure, wanting to feel his tongue against yours. He can't resist out doing himself, flicking your needy pearl with the pad of his middle finger to get those sweet reactions from you.
You can't deny it, Issei's always been talented with his hands but that doesn't mean you won't deal with him later on the subject. So for now, you allow yourself to enjoy, lower lip caught between your teeth as you feel his thick fingers slipping inside you, knowing exactly what to do. Your head falls down and rests against him, nails digging into his shoulders once he's gotten his fingers to that spot he always loves to toy with. "Ease up, pretty, I just started." you hear him chuckle yet you don't have the power to glare at him right now. "Fuck me already, 'sei." you pout, rocking your hips forward in order to feel more friction. Issei kisses your cheek before thrusting his fingers deeper in your pussy. He wants to fuck you more than anything too but he's sure you don't wanna deal with the ache his size leaves you with.
"Please, Issei.." you whine, attempting to butter him up by kissing along his jawline. Issei knows he'd rather not deal with you if he denies again so he sighs and gives in. You gasp as he gives you one last particularly harsh thrust of his fingers before pulling them out. Of course you're content with getting what you want, already hopping off his lap and making move to remove your shorts and panties. Issei barely follows suit, simply lowering his sweats enough to free his dick from its confines and watching as you pull your hairstyle into a messy bun.
You're instantly hopping back into his lap, watching as he spits down onto his cock and gives it a couple strokes. "Isseiii," you whine, causing him to raise a brow at you. He doesn't ask questions however, letting you hover your needy pussy over his tip and do what you want. "Go 'head." he tells you nonchalantly. "I'm about to." you huff back, pouty lips making a return. You don't ride Issei often, for.. obvious reasons, and it's proof in the way your jaw is already dropping as you split yourself on just the tip of his cock. Your eyes are screwed shut as you try to get at least halfway down his girth, struggling in just a couple seconds.
"You need help?" Anybody would interpret this as an honest question but you can simply sense the condescension in his voice. "No." you mutter out yet you whimper soon after as you lower yourself a bit more. "I'm gonna help you." "Don't." His hands are already on your waist, hips ready and prepared. "'sei, I swear-" You end up with your words caught in your throat as Issei makes a swift movement of his hips, shoving himself all the way inside you in a matter of seconds. Your brain practically short circuits and he just finds it so cute the way you stutter, unable to protest anymore. Before you can even regain your senses, he decides its the perfect opportunity to begin fucking you, keeping your hips still and moving his up and down, getting deeper inside you each time.
"Fuck, look at that." he rasps out, slowly shoving his cock in n' out of you. He can barely see any inch of your body, your pussy stuffed by him below and your cute pajama top covering your pretty tits. But Issei doesn't need any of that, getting off to the feeling and the look on your face. Absolutely dumb. Drunk on the feeling of his dick already and reduced to babbles and whimpers. "This what you wanted from the start, huh, mama?" he groans out, lust filled eyes trying to catch yours but they can't, your eyes either crossed or rolling back.
"Look at me." You don't even hear him, too busy bouncing up n' down on his dick. So Issei feels petty enough to stop, holding you down against him and keeping every inch of him stuffed inside you. "Look at me." he repeats and this time you do hear him, giving him the most annoyed glare you can muster in your cock-drunk state. You almost fume when he stops you just to place a kiss on your lips but it soothes you. You reciprocate the energy, licking into his mouth while releasing the softest groans. Issei's content with this and loosens his grip on your hips, letting you grind against him.
The way his pelvis rubs perfectly against your needy clit makes you see stars and now you're struggling to kiss him back. You fully pull away once Issei relishes in a chuckle against your lips, finding the whole thing amusing. But it's time to cut the shit. He knows the feeling you both are looking for and is adamant on getting you there before him soon. Therefore, he goes back to pistoning his hips upwards, the sounds of your squelching pussy and your ass smacking against his thighs competing in volume. You're lucky for Issei's strong arms because if it weren't for him, your balance would be completely fucked up. You help yourself out subconsciously, wrapping your arms around him and getting impossibly closer to your man.
He hits a particular spot inside you that makes you release a noise you don't think you've ever made. The force of the thrust makes you grab onto Issei's dark curls, practically yanking it. "Damn, hold on-" he practically moans out. The action made his dick throb, yeah, but now his scalp aches a bit. "I should pull your hair like that." You're back to slow grinding and panting, having just a minute or two to collect yourself. "Don't even fucking... think about it." you pant, looking straight into the darkness of Issei's eyes. "I just got my hair done." You're dead serious too, never playing when it comes to your hair. This time, the look of straight threat you give him is one that sends shivers down his spine. He definitely got the hint.
"Don't gotta tell me twice, pretty." he chuckles nervously. "Let's wrap this up." You yelp as he lands a slap on your ass, obviously not aware of how heavy-handed he is. Issei gets comfortable in his seat, knees relaxing as he massages the spot he just smacked. You're supposed to be a pillow princess right now and forever and he has the audacity to expect you to do all the bouncing yourself. "You're not dead ass." "So dead ass right now." he quips back a little too quickly. "Issei-" "You want more teddy bears or not?" He shuts you up real quick. You're rather salty about it but make a move, firmly placing your hands on his shoulders and lifting your hips up.
"There we go." he sighs out, head falling back against his gaming chair. Your lustful feeling comes back instantly as you feel the drag of his cock against your walls and suddenly doing the work doesn't seem all too bad. You're able to go at your desired pace, not too fast yet not painstakingly slow as you feel your orgasm building up, creeping up on you slowly. With each bounce, Issei releases a low moan, occasionally accompanied by a whispered 'fuck' and you're not sure how much of his voice you can take. "Issei, 'm gonna-" "Yeah, me too, baby." You let out a long dragged out moan as he helps you fuck yourself on his dick, hands on your waist bringing you up and down. His hips stutter without him meaning too, preparing him for the moment he eventually fucks his cum up into your fluttering pussy. "Cum on my dick, mama, fuck.." And that's exactly what you do, freshly done nails digging into his broad shoulders as you practically cry out. The sound of your own moans rings in your ears as every thought in your head disappears, only able to focus on the feeling of your orgasm hitting you like a truck. The blissful feeling soon turns into overstimulation as Issei chases after his own orgasm, hips slamming upwards until he's filling you up with the load he's been wanting to stuff inside you since you started your bratty act. "Fuck, baby, take it." he babbles as he mindlessly fucks into you, making sure every drop of his cum is deep in your pussy.
Absolutely exhausted, you rest your cheek on Issei's shoulder, already prepared to catch some Z's. You're probably tired from all the attitude you were giving today, Issei thinks to himself. It's almost like you read his mind because you give his hair a threatening tug but it does nothing but make him laugh lowly with the energy he has left. "You good now?" he mutters, knowing you're not yet sleeping despite your soft breaths and eyes being shut. "I still want my damn plushies.." you utter before officially clocking out.
idk if you guys were experiencing this but my links, like all of em, would only lead to safari and say there was nothing there so i edited.. every single one so that my intro post and masterlist is full functioning. that shit took an eternity but anything for my readers 🫶🏾 feel free to scroll through the masterlist without stress mis queridos. also wanted to mention that im working on another weed fic so stay tuned
You're so unbearably bored. Toji promised he'd play with you as soon as his meeting was done but it seemed to be going on for hours. He shuts you down by telling you 'you're the one who wanted to come' and it's true. Toji usually never takes you to his meetings or dangerous business trips, not wanting you to see a more devious side of him. But you were extra whiny and needy this morning and promised you'd be good.
Behaving is becoming a lot harder now that Toji is paying you no mind despite your position. You're perched prettily on his lap, chest to chest as you fidget with his tie. The most attention he's given you is stroking your thigh and occasionally squeezing at the plush flesh. He even snaps the elastic band of your thigh highs whenever you squirm too much or tug at his tie.
"Daddy," you whisper in Toji's ear with a pout, your cheek resting on his shoulder. "This meeting's almost over, angel." he reassures you, already knowing what's running through your mind. But that's not enough, it feels like it's been an eternity and you want out. Even if you were the one who begged to tag along.
You begin to place small pecks on Toji's neck as the grumbles of men continue in the background. He takes it as a cute little gesture and allows you to do so, even tilting his head a bit to give you more access. The men in the room know not to question you or him, he is the one with the most power in the room afterall. Toji picks up his glass of scotch, bringing the drink up to his lips but not taking a sip. He pauses midway as he feels the way your kisses turn to bites and sucks and the noises coming from your ministrations get louder.
"Princess." he says sternly yet you act like you don't hear him. Clearly that was a mistake seeing as he yanks the pretty pink collar that adorns your neck with his name blinged onto it in tiny yet shiny gems. You pout as you're forced to look into his piercing gaze. The gaze that has made countless amount of men drop to their knees in a heartbeat. But one of the many things Toji loves about you is the way you can retort and put on a cute pout to that same gaze despite being so much smaller than him in every way.
"Would another glass of wine calm you down?" he asks you, finally taking a sip of his own alcohol. Although it does sound nice, you know it'd be a regrettable thing to accept. You lean into the crook of his neck once more and whisper, "But I'll get more needy, daddy.", a whine lingering in the back of your throat. Yet a thin man in a suit with a neat mustache pours more wine into your glass anyway, bowing before returning to his previous position. "It'll help you pass time, mama." You suppose he's partially correct and turn around to take your glass, inhaling the scent of the wine before taking a sip.
Minutes pass and of course, you were correct. You finished your third glass of wine and were feeling particularly frisky. You thought you were being subtle about it but the way you were rutting against Toji's thigh was pretty damn obvious. Your eyes were shut as you bit at your lower lip, going back n' forth against the thick muscle without a shame in the world. The wine gave you a nice warm buzz, just what you needed to really get your day going.
"You're acting like a needy slut." Toji grumbles in your ear, low in his chest. "I am a needy slut right now." you huff out, opening your eyes only to glare at the man before you.
"Play with me."
"No."
"Play with me."
"Not right now."
"Daddy, please."
"Y/N."
"Play with me already!"
Your whine echoes throughout the room, causing the voices of the men to come to a halt. You're currently looking to the side but from your peripheral, the look Toji is giving you is absolutely dangerous. It screams caution, red lights and flags, and you can barely meet his gaze without wanting to lower your head.
"Clear out." Toji tells the men behind him and you hear the heavy yet quick footsteps as they rush out of the room immediately. You bury your face into Toji's chest, crossing your fingers in hopes of even an ounce of mercy. "'m sorr- Ow!" you yelp out, the sting of a slap from Toji's heavy hand lingering on your right ass cheek. You suppose you did brat out just a bit and it seems like no buttering up could get Toji to falter.
You watch with faux sad eyes as he reaches into his waistband, pulling out the silver gun you've been feeling against your hip. Toji places it on the table behind you and the sound of the metal makes a shiver run down your spine. "Panties off." You look around with a confused look, taking note that there's a huge window that displays the view of the skyline behind you. "But, Jiji," "Take that shit off."
You quickly scramble off his muscular thighs, slipping off your panties, skirt still on, before you could get into more trouble. Once you turn around to face Toji again, his thick cock is already held in his hand, the tip spilling a drop of precum. It looks so delectable, you crave nothing more but the heaviness of it in your mouth and down your throat. Toji picks up on it easily of course, always willing to fulfill your oral fixation with his dick whenever you start salivating and biting at your lip.
"Can I suck it, daddy?" you ask sweetly, already leaning down so that you're eye level with him. A smile adorns your features as Toji coos at you, bringing a hand to your chin. Even as his hand trails down to your neck, holding it in a soft grip before bringing your face close enough to press his lips against yours. You think you've secured your goal until he whispers against your lips, "No."
Your lip quivers in a pout as he pushes you back, your hips bumping back against the cold structure of the table behind you. Your eyes travel upwards as Toji rises from his seat, peering down at you with a gaze that makes you wanna turn away yet you can't. Roughly so, he pushes you down against the table, causing you to gasp and instinctively close your legs. Of course Toji expresses his discontent for this, grabbing at your thighs and forcing them apart.
He's already licking his lips at the sight of your needy pussy; the way your slick coats your inner thighs is evidence of how long you've been waiting. But Toji is adamant on making this a brutal fuck. Absolutely no mercy for you considering your behavior. Your spoiled mind clearly hasn't picked up on this considering you're gasping when he pulls you closer to his hips, slapping his heavy cock against your pussy.
"Jiji," you keen, the weight of him already making you nervous. You'd taken him countless times yet it didn't make it any easier to accommodate him inside you especially without prep. But Toji wasn't feeling the slightest bit remorseful for you today and this appears to be, hopefully, your one and only consequence. "You wanted to get fucked right, mama?" he questions you, tone laced with a dangerous sweetness. You barely get the chance to reply, voice caught in your throat as he pushes his fat tip into you, groaning at the immediate clench of your warm pussy.
Your hands come up to push against his abdomen, a weak attempt considering your ever wanting lust for him. Toji immediately captures both your hands with one of his, bringing them up and over your head before releasing a deep sigh. "Can't ever do what daddy tells you, huh, baby?" he tells you with a push of his hips, pulling a whine from your soft lips. "Said I was sorry.." you pout once you've collected your thoughts. "What was that?" he asks you, of course condescendingly. "I said I was sorry!" you cry out, writhing underneath him as he bullies his cock deeper into your weeping pussy, just a bit more than halfway down his length.
"Money, gifts, my dick.." he sighs, a hand trailing down, thumb landing on your pulsing clit. "I give you so much, don't I, pretty?" Obviously the question is rhetorical but you're so dumb on his dick already you can't help but mewl out a yes with cute nods. "And you always fucking want more. I'll give you more then, baby. So much fucking more."
Your back arches up off the table, lungs gasping for as much air as possible as Toji roughly fills you to the halt. The slap of his hips against your thighs echoes throughout the ominous room yet you can barely make out the sound due to your own cries. Toji isn't all that cruel. He loves his pretty baby too dearly to let her weep pretty tears without an ounce of comfort. Therefore, you find your whines dying down into small whimpers with a tremble of your lower lip as he places small kisses on your lips and cheek. You still mewl at the way his hips move slowly, making sure he's really deep inside, however, the kisses give you a sense of security and you find yourself longing for more as he pulls away.
"Fuck, baby.." Toji groans deeply, gripping your soft hips. "Wouldn't have to be so rough if you would just fucking listen." You can only sit there like you were supposed to this entire time, trembling legs wrapped around Toji's broad form. The feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of you has become the only thing you can focus on, even the sound of his deep voice feeling distant. He's pleased with the way your eyes roll back and the way your thighs tremble around him. You just have to sit back and be his pillow princess, his preferred way of fucking you of course.
"Ease up, mama." he mumbles, hands moving to your thighs and bringing them up. You whimper at the new feeling, being folded up and exposed so he can take in all of you. Toji licks his lips at the sight of your pretty pussy, your tiny hole fluttering as it still struggles to take his fat cock. Nonetheless, Toji remains relentless. The new exposure only makes him fuck into you harder, faster, hypnotized by your body and cute scrunched up face. "Daddy," you mewl, attempting to blink away the haze in your eyes. "Wanna cum, please."
The slur in your words is too much for Toji to handle and if he's being honest, he wants nothing more than to cum too. Thankfully for him, he's stubborn and has a lot more control over his own orgasm. "Let me think about it.." He keeps thrusting as he "thinks" until the movement in his hips come to a halt. "No."
You whine out into the walls of the room, tears brimming your lashes as Toji pounds your pussy to his heart's content. Now that he's gained full control over his own orgasm, he's not going to let you cum 'til his own urge arrives at full force. You're forced to sit there and take what he gives you, his tip hitting all the right spots and making your toes curl just right. The glass table beneath you has taken on a fog that you can barely see through, only the outline of your plush body being seen. His eyes are glued to your pussy, the constant clenching and releasing as you try holding back your orgasm. You wanna think about anything to distract you but your mind is equally being pounded with thoughts of his dick and the only thing your eyes can focus on is him above you.
Toji's balls begin to ache of course, wanting to dump load after load inside you. But he just needs to egg this on for a little longer. So he slows down his thrusts to something sweet, giving your ankle a little kiss. His eyes catch a glimpse of the anklet he bought you not too long ago, a golden T settled in the center. It was your idea after hearing it from a friend on social media and Toji didn't know why you were so adamant about it until he first fucked you with it on. Your mind was on everything but the anklet but in Toji's head, it was one of many reminders that you're all his and he can't help but fuck into you harder everytime.
"Still wanna cum, mama?" he asks you softly, soft pants coming from his lips as he looks down at you with a sweet gaze. You nod quickly, teeth sunken into your bottom lip from your concentration. "Yes, daddy, pleasepleaseplease..!" "Okay, shh." Toji practically whispers. "I got you." Your eyes practically sparkle in delight as he releases one of your thighs in favor of pressing a thumb to your clit. Your back arches up off the table with a wail as he pistons his cock deep inside, rubbing the sweetest circles onto your neglected pearl. "Cum on me, baby, you got it." His words alone are enough to fry your brain, your mouth caught open and letting out messy drool as you cum. Toji thanks his muscle memory as he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, barely focused on his own actions as he takes in the ethreal sight before him. Your thighs tremble violently as they close in during your orgasm, pussy pulsing beyond belief. But of course Toji's got to reach his own bliss too.
"So pretty while you're coming, angel." he talks to you, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You're a babbling mess anyway so he might as well shut you up. "Want me to cum in this pussy? In my fucking pussy?" he asks you, more rhetorically than anything. You nod tiredly nonetheless, small whimpers against his lips as you long for more comforting kisses. "Please, Jiji, please.." you coo so cutely. Toji's already on it, giving you thrusts that hit so deep you wonder if there's any space for him to cum. "Fuck, 'm gonna fill you up so good. So good, mama, so good.." Toji's been reduced to babbling himself, giving you sloppy kisses in between pussy-drunk words. You soak it all in though, almost identical to the way your pussy soaks in all the cum spilling into you now. "Take it, all of it, baby, all of it. All my fucking cum, fuck..!" Toji dumps his last load inside you for the day, his own strength barely holding him up as he collapses on top of you.
The both of you share a peaceful quiet moment, waiting for your heartbeats to slow down and sync up. You break the silence with a yawn and Toji feels his strength return as he lifts himself up off you, looking into your eyes. You look away after a moment, his fucked out, blissful face too much for you to handle. It's cute n' all but Toji is still Toji. You feel his hand go up to your throat, giving you a small squeeze before he pecks your lips and mumbles against them. "Act like that at another meeting and I'm fucking you 'til you can't speak." His voice sounds threatening, enough to send chills down someone's spine. But you wouldn't be Toji's princess if you didn't take it like it was nothing and counter it with a bratty 'hmph!'.
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