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David Stone Martin (1913-1992). llustration of a Jazz Drummer.
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David Stone Martin (1913-1992). llustration of a Jazz Drummer.
[oc] meet the drummer of my fictional rock band! 🔥
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Skeleton Frolic | 1937 — directed by Ub Iwerks
𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.
pairings: rodrick heffley x fem! bandmate reader
summary: what starts as a sarcastic “kissing lesson” in rodrick’s garage turns into real flirting...
warings: teasing/flirting, kissing, tension, sweet angst, humor, stealing, fluff.
notes: was rotting in my drafts and needed majoring editing, finally finished it though so yay!! slighty proof read and lowercase intended!
wc: 2.1k
rodrick heffley had a reputation that came before he even picked up a drumstick... lazy, loud, sarcastic, and somehow always acting like nothing mattered.
which is why it was infuriating that the one thing he suddenly did take seriously was you.
“again,” he said flatly, leaning back against the garage wall. “you’re overthinking it.”
you wiped your palms on your skirt, warmth rising up your neck. “i’m not overthinking it. you’re just… not explaining it right.”
rodrick snorted. “it’s kissing. not rocket science.”
that didn’t help your nerves at all.
this whole disaster started as a joke.. someone in the band teasing that you’d never been in a real relationship, and rodrick, of all people, rolling his eyes and saying, “I could teach her in five minutes.”
you should’ve said no but.... you didn’t.
now it was you and him alone in the garage after practice, instruments still set out, the garage door slightly cracked open, and an unbearable amount of tension for something that was supposed to be “no big deal.”
“look,” he said quieter and less jokingly. “you don’t have to act like it’s some huge thing. you just… go with it.” he said, drumsticks tapping lazily against his thighs.
“go with it,” you repeated, unimpressed.
rodrick pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “yeah.” he shrugged. “stop thinking so much.”
easy for him to say...
you swallowed. “fine. show me then.”
the space between you shrank until there wasn’t much left at all, he exhaled through his nose, trying to look casual. “okay,” he muttered. “but you’re the one who asked.”
you stared up at him with wide eyes, “don’t make it weird,” he said quietly.
“you’re the one making it weird,” you scoffed, but your voice came out softer than you meant.
rodrick huffed a quiet laugh, eyes flicking to your mouth for half a second before he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
“just.... don’t freak out,” he said.
“i’m not going to freak out,” you lied immediately.
he gave you a look. “you’re literally freaking out right now.”
“i’m not.....”
“yeah, you are.”
you shut up... the garage went silent for a bit.
then rodrick lifted a hand, hesitated like he was actually thinking about it for once, and gently tilted your chin up.
“okay,” he said softer. “just… stay still.”
he leaned in until the tips of your noses brushed, teasing you. he paused there, close enough that you were breathing his air, he tilted his head just enough to find the right angle.
his lips hovered a mere millimeter from yours. "i'm waiting," he whispered, he didn't wait for you to answer before he closed the gap.
his lips moved against yours slowly, his lips were slightly chapped and he tasted like the mint gum he was chewing.
he tilted your head back just a fraction more, exposing the line of your throat and creating the perfect angle.
a small, involuntary sound left the back of your throat and the kiss deepened.
thats when he pulled back slowly, it was only a bit, like he wasn’t sure if he should’ve stopped at all and neither of you spoke.
the moment the kiss broke, you realized the minty flavor wasn’t just a lingering aftertaste. during the kiss, the gum had made its way into your mouth.
you stood there, slowly realizing you were now the one chewing the peppermint flavored gum.
rodrick blinked first, looking suddenly way less confident than he had all night. “uh.”
“yeah,” you said, voice not cooperating.
more silence, then he huffed a laugh, running a hand through his hair again. “okay. so you’re not… bad at it.”
you stared at him. “that’s your feedback?”
“What? I’m being helpful.... you did fine?!” he countered, his eyes finally flicking to yours before dropping to your mouth.
he watched you chew for a second, his brain clearly catching up to the fact that his gum was gone.
“wait,” he muttered, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion. “is that… is that my gum?”
“It’s mine now,” you managed to say, letting out a sigh.
“that’s… that’s gross,” he muttered, though the massive, lopsided grin spreading across his face suggested he thought the exact opposite. he shoved his hands into his pockets. “you’re a klepto. i just kissed a thief.”
you tilted your head, "you're the one who literally shoved it into my mouth, heffley... that’s not a theft, that’s a donation."
rodrick’s grin didn't falter, he stepped back into your space, looking down at you, "i didn't 'donate' it. it’s my favorite brand. i want it back."
You raised an eyebrow, a slow, smile spreading across your face. "you want it back? really?"
"yeah, really.." he said, eyes flicking down to your lips, before he bit his own. "i’m a very busy guy. i don't have time to go to the store and buy a whole new pack just because some girl decided to pull a heist during a lesson."
you didn't say anything and just gave him a long look, then, turned your back on him, and started walking toward the back of the garage near the stacks of old speakers.
you could hear his sneakers scuffing the concrete, following right behind you. "well? are you gonna be a coward, or are you gonna return the stolen goods?"
you reached the far wall and turned around just as he caught up, but before you could say anything, he backed you into the wall.
placing a hand against the wall right next to your ear, the other, reaching down fingers tugging the hem of your skirt softly.
"you know.... i really like this skirt on you." he leaned down, his face inches from yours, his breath warm and smelling like the mint he was demanding back.
you leaned back against the cool drywall, his hand was still resting against the wall by your head, and his fingers were still loosely hooked in the fabric of your skirt, before sliding up to your hip, holding you right where he wanted you.
you looked him straight in the eye, while you shifted the gum to the front of your mouth. a soft hiss of air could be heard as you blew a small bubble right between your faces.
rodrick’s eyes dropped to the bubble, his brow twitching in amusement.
the bubble popped, the sound was a bit loud in the quiet garage. you pulled the gum back into your mouth with a playful click of your tongue.
"thanks," you whispered, the word trailing off into a grin. "i think the flavor’s better now that it’s mine."
rodrick let out a low, disbelieving huff, "oh, you think it's yours now?" he murmured.
you slowly shook your head and before he could mutter another word about his "property," you reached up and grabbed the front of his worn out band tee, bunching the fabric in your fists.
rodrick was tall so you shifted onto your tiptoes, as you surged upward to meet him. you caught him completely off guard, your lips crashing into his in a collision that was soft and tasted entirely of peppermint.
as your lips locked, you didn't hesitate, you moved the gum back to him, the exchange unhurried.
rodrick made a low, muffled sound of surprise in the back of his throat. his other hand, which had been resting on the wall, moved to your hip too.
both hands tightening, his fingers digging into the fabric of your skirt as he hauled you flush against him to steady you on your toes. he deepened the kiss, reclaiming the gum with a low groan.
when he finally pulled back just an inch, his forehead stayed resting against yours. you were still balanced on your toes, held up entirely by the grip he had on your waist. he was breathing hard, his hair a mess, and he was slowly, victoriously chewing.
"there," you whispered, your voice shaky and breathless. "happy?"
" happiest man alive." he grin, thumb rubbing little circles on your hip.
" mmm, i bet." you laughed, you let your heels drop back to the concrete.
he stepped back, giving you a bit of breathing room, but his hands lingered on your hips until the very last second.
he walked back toward his drum kit, picking up a stray stick and twirling it between his fingers. "same time tomorrow?" he asked, trying to sound casual as he sat back down on a crate. "you know... for educational purposes."
"i'll think about it..." you mumbled and walked toward the drum kit where he had just sat down. rodrick watched you, as you stepped between his legs.
the height difference was flipped now.. for once, he was the one looking up at you, you reached out, your fingers lingering as you brushed a stray lock of hair out of his face.
you slid your hand further back, your palm cupping the nape of his neck. his skin was warm, "goodnight, heffley," you whispered, a knowing smile tugging at your lips.
before he could find his voice or grab your waist to keep you there, you leaned down and gave him one last peck on the lips.
you pulled away quickly, turning on your heels and slipping out through the small gap in the garage door before he could even blink.
behind you, the only sound was the hollow clatter of a drumstick hitting the concrete floor.
༺♡༻ heard | k. bakugo
s: your neighbor drummer!bakugo helps you finally get some sleep.
warnings: mdni 18+, mentions of insomnia, x links, smut w plot, dirty talk, masturbating, humiliation, dry humping, marking, slut-shaming, oral f! receiving, fingering, cum denial, p in v, squirting, cumming inside, bakugo’s annoying, reader talks back
w.c: 5.4k
a/n: this actually took me so long and i lowk rushed the end but this was sm fun to write. anyway bye i rlly need to gts 😭
* :✧･ﾟ༺♡༻ ✧･ﾟ: *
the bass reverberated through the space, the repeated booming muffling itself through the walls. but the barrier between his room and yours was so thin that the noise to echoed anyway, only adding to your annoyance.
first you couldn't cum, and now you had to deal with being ear-raped by the relentless banging of sticks against your neighbors drums for the thousandth time this week? god. would you ever catch a break?
you had insomnia, making it extremely difficult for you to fall asleep. and after a long, exhausting day like this one, it was all you wanted. but of course, the cycle repeated; staring at the wall for hours, restlessly trying different positions to get comfortable, all leading to lying there with your eyes closed just wishing you could doze off for even a millisecond.
but of course, nothing.
so? you resorted to your last attempt; one that was becoming a bit more common for you recently.
you weren't exactly proud of having to play with your pussy just to tire yourself out enough to fall asleep, but you were desperate, and if it worked it worked.
so when the hours continued to tick by, you sigh and let your hands trail down into your panties for the third day in a row.
you lay on your back, pants discarded somewhere a long time ago and your shirt bunched up around your tits. your hand slid down your torso, thighs parting as the familiar pressure pooled deep in your tummy.
a few minutes of rubbing yourself over the thin fabric and coating your fingers with your slick, you pulled the panties off for good and slipped a finger in your greedy hole.
a soft, obscene squelch echoed in the quiet room, the sound so erotic you felt your face warm in a mix shame and need. but the bashfulness didn't last long as you gave in, chasing the building pleasure. you added another finger, scissoring and pumping them in and out until wet plaps filled the air.
they curled just right, hitting that spongy spot inside you that made you squirm and buck into your hand while your eyes rolled back. your thumb brushed over your sensitive clit, and you couldn't help the pathetic whimper that left your parted lips.
"m-mhh..." you breathe, arching into your touch.
but it didn't take long for the sounds to become louder. less controlled. more desperate. and unbeknownst to you, they began to travel through the walls.
and on the other side of that wall, Katsuki was barley holding his shit together.
he was your dorm neighbor; someone too distant to be friends, but too close to be strangers.
sometimes he'd offer to give you a ride when you had a little too much "fun" at parties. you two helped each other study when you had no idea what was going on. often you two would talk about music since you two liked a lot of the same groups and bands.
nothing much. just two casual neighbors who saw each other a little too often.
and heard each other a little too often, considering that for the past few days he'd been hearing you nonstop.
the first night he was woken out of his sleep to the sound of muffled moans and whimpers. at first, he was convinced he was just dreaming. but as the day passed and the moon rose high in the sky for a second time, it became clear what was happening. it was hard to deny when he could hear your bed creaking like it was seconds away from snapping in two.
at first he just tried to ignore it, knowing it was completely out of his power. it was college; people were gonna get it on no matter what. but sometimes this continued for hours until the sound of your voice was burned into his brain and his dick was tented under his sweatpants.
it was just so frustrating—laying there and trying to pretend he didn't hear your pretty little pussy on the other side while he tried to go back to sleep!!! a scowl formed on his face as he fought the urge to relieve himself, because jerking off to your cute neighbor while she played with herself on just the other side of the wall was just pathetic. pitiful, even.
so? what did he do?
he got out of bed, muttering about how this was stupid and how much of an idiot you were for being so loud. but he made no actual complaints. (probably because he didn't really have any).
he just headed over to his drum set in attempt to drown out the noise himself. maybe then he wouldn't be so focused on the way his tip pulsed and leaked desperately in his boxers.
he spun the wooden sticks before they settled into his palms with practiced ease. what started as a few light taps turned into quick, unpredictable thumps. no particular rhythm, just fast, merciless pounding against the batter head of the drum. his foot was on the bass pedal too, making extra noise on purpose.
you heard it instantly. at first, you just tried to ignore it. you were used to him practicing even at later hours like this. didn't bother you.
but as it continued it grew louder until the music practically vibrated through your room, bumping through the walls and literally shaking your headboard. you sighed, hand slowing its earlier movements before pulling out completely.
you were finally getting close and he just had to ruin it.
for a while you just lay there on your back, legs still spread wide. your hair was a mess from how much you'd been squirming and your chest was still rising and falling quickly. but the peak was gone now. no getting that back. you felt your exhausted frustration simmering into something a bit more heated.
dammit, why couldn't he just be quiet? and why—god why did having the thought of him on the other side make you even more desperate to cum?
you scoffed at the thought, staring at the ceiling in annoyance. but it wasn't long before you caved, deciding to go over there your damn self.
you hopped up without thinking twice. you were sleep deprived and horny—the worst combo, in your opinion. and he was only making things worse by distracting you. he was never gonna hear the end of it.
you found a random pair of sleep shorts, sliding them on. no panties, because why would it matter? you weren't staying that long anyway. you pulled your shirt back down and slid on some slippers, not giving yourself a second glance in the mirror before walking out.
you were at his door in seconds, fist pounding against the wood. five sharp pounds rang out.
hearing the knocks at his door, he stilled. his hands slowed on the hollow sticks, gradually coming to a stop. for a beat he just stared at the door, eyes narrowing. who the hell was at his door at this ungodly hour?
but he recognized that rhythmic knock anywhere. knew the pattern like the back of his hand.
he huffs under his breath, already irritated at the mere thought of it being you. first you interrupt his sleep, now you're banging on his door like a fucking madman. some nerve you had.
he stood up, setting his sticks down on the couch. he continued to the door, grumbling under his breath about how people here had "no fucking decency". his hand twisted the knob and pulled the door open, revealing you on the other side.
of fucking course.
he scoffed lightly at the sight of you. god, you were the last person he needed to see right now. he already had the imagine of you and your cute little cunt in his mind—he didn't need you in his space practically forcing him to acknowledge you.
his arms crossed, leaning against the doorway as he met your gaze. his voice was gruff when he spoke.
"why the fuck are you here?" he grunts, eyes narrowing.
you glare right back at him, refusing to back down. you were here, and you weren't going to get sidetracked. not even from the very obvious boner he was sporting or from the way that thin undershirt showed off his meaty chest and huge biceps when he folded his arms like that.
you were still breathing a little heavy from what you were doing before, but you didn't care. couldn't be bothered. your voice was sharp when you questioned him right back.
"oh, i don't know! why the fuck are you blasting music at-" you cut yourself off, glancing at a clock down the call before turning back at him. "2:13 in the morning?!!" you huff, volume raising more than you'd meant it to. but you didn't care.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow at you in disbelief. no way were you getting snappy with him. your noisiness was the whole reason he started bullshitting around to begin with! it was just a buffer so he wouldn't start beating his meat like some weak virgin!
"me?!!" he asks, pointing to himself dramatically. he pushes himself off the doorframe, taking a single step closer. standing in the hallway with you now. you nod, not backing down for even a second. he rolled his eyes at your defiance and continued.
"maybe because you were fucking yourself so loudly i couldn't fucking sleep!" he shouts bluntly, his own volume increasing with absolutely no shame. he didn't care who was listening or who could hear him. in fact, he wanted them to hear. maybe then you'd feel some sort of humiliation for being so damn loud.
your brows furrowed in frustration, lips tugging into a tiny scowl. you felt your cheeks start to warm with embarrassment. you were just hoping none of your other other neighbors in this hall were awake to hear this.
you didn't get to say another word before he cut you off, head tilting mockingly.
"what, you all embarrassed now?" he asks, before scoffing. "shoulda thought about that before you started whining and moaning loud enough for a whole damn city to hear." he grumbles, hands shoving into his pockets.
god, he was annoying. frustratingly so.
it was hot.
he was pissing you off, but your mind kept wandering to his near-bare torso and the way you wanted to just bite his arms. dammit, you felt all fuzzy inside. warm and wrong.
you ignored the urge, arguing right back at him. "that's not your fucking business, Bakugo!!" you squeak, before retorting. "and that doesn't give you an excuse to make everyone's ears bleed!" you accuse, finger raising to point at him.
Katsuki let out a shocked, almost offended huff when you pointed at him like it was his fault. no no no, that's not what was happening here.
"i'll do whatever the hell i want, dumbass!" he practically growls. he takes another step forward, losing a bit of the distance between you. his finger raises too, giving your forehead a quick yet surprisingly gentle poke as he mutters under his breath. "and if anything i was blessing your damn ears."
it didn't hurt, just woke you up a little. but still you step back for a second, baffle. you blinked at him, not sure what to do. then your scowl returns, this time mixed with the tiniest pout that makes his dick jump in his pants from how frustratingly cute it was.
"oh, shut up!" you spit, voice lowering harshly. you couldn't argue that he wasn't blessing your ears, but you weren't going to agree with him either. refused to.
you hadn't realized it, but you'd taken a step closer. it was as if you were being drawn in by some strong, invisible pull.
and him, noticing this, couldn't help but smirk to himself. smug as ever. god, you hated the way it made you feel all warm. the feeling only worsened when his voice dipped an octave as he spoke.
"...make me." he utters as something in his gaze turns dangerous. challenging. like he was daring you to actually do something instead of just barking at him.
your brows furrow in irritation. for a long moment you just stare at him. debating. wondering whether or not you should take him up on that fuckass offer.
but when his arms cross and his brow quirks teasingly like he was silently saying 'you won't', a part of you that was eager to prove him wrong snapped.
you don't think for another second.
your hand reached out, grasping onto his shirt. you yanked him down until he was eye level, pausing for just a moment before your lips crashed onto his roughly. it's not hesitant or gentle. not even close. it's fierce— almost frenzied.
that should shut him up.
Katsuki froze, eyes blowing wide. shit. he knew he was pushing you, but he didn't think you'd do that. well, at least that's what he told himself. deep down, he was waiting for it; for the moment you'd snap and finally do something instead of playing eye tag. but his breath hitched despite himself, unsure how to react to the fact that you'd just completely dominated him without even trying.
but damn, he liked it.
that slow, almost amused smirk spread on his face again. prominent against your lips.
and before he could think twice, or really even once, he was kissing you back. his lips moved against yours feverishly, hands shooting down to grip your hips. he pulls you flush against him, letting out a gruff sound against your lips.
"mmh...fuck." he grunts, but he's shut up by yet another greedy kiss from you. a constant, heated push and pull that he was quickly growing addicted to. and despite not wanting to admit it, you were too.
you let go of his shirt, arms snaking up to wrap around his neck instead. you pulled him down to you. bringing him closer.
Katsuki's fingers tightened their grip on your hips. he took a few steps back and tugged you along with him, taking you in his room instead of in the public of the hallway.
you let him lead you inside, legs fumbling with his as you followed. your lips never disconnected from his.
the second you're in his room he slams the door behind you, not hesitating to press you up against it. you let out a soft grunt as your back hits the wood, but it's quickly cut off by a breathy moan when his hips grind against yours.
the smirk grows on his face instantly. he breaks away just enough to breathe, panting against your lips. his eyes narrow down at you, voice low and teasing.
"so fuckin' greedy, aren'tcha? just couldn't do it yourself, could you?" he scoffs.
you shake your head, the tiniest of pouts forming on your lips. your earlier irritation was fading into something else; need and desperation. you shift slightly, subtly grinding against his growing hardness. "'t wasn't enough, Baku..." you whine softly, defenses lowering.
he lets out a quiet groan at the friction against his hard-on. his pupils blow wide at your whiny voice, and he can practically see the mix of need and frustration radiating off of you. he leans in, voice gruff when he mutters into your ear. "Katsuki. 'ts Katsuki." he utters before his lips are back on yours.
your breath hitches at the words, gasping into his mouth. but he swallows the sound with another kiss. his tongue darts out, sliding against yours in a silent ask for permission that you grant instantly.
his tongue slips in your mouth, dancing with yours messily. the taste of his saliva makes your knees go weak, barley holding yourself up. but he catches on instantly. he lifts you like you're a doll, standing between your legs as he holds you up against the door.
you let out a surprised little yelp, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Katsuki groans softly, hand sliding down to cup your ass and keep you against him.
he breaks away again, breaths warm against your lips. but this time his head dips, lips finding your neck instead. they trail over the sensitive skin, leaving soft nips and bites until your skin is littered with purple and red marks. you tug him closer as your head leans back, giving him more access.
he doesn't hesitate to take it, lips trailing lower. over your collarbone and continuing further. meanwhile his free hand slips under your shirt, ready to undo your bra with practiced ease.
but instead of finding the familiar clasp, he only finds bare skin. his fingers dance over your heated flesh, somewhat confused. but after a moment he pulls away just enough to look at you, a smug ass grin tugging at his lips.
"what, you expected this or some shit?" he asks, unable to hide the amused edge in his voice.
a tiny, bashful pout forms on your face. it wasn't like that. at least, that's what you told yourself. but still you let out an annoyed huff, shaking your head quickly. "like hell i was!" you scoff.
but he just cocks an eyebrow at you, smirk widening. he's clearly not buying your shit. "oh yeah?" he asks, leaning in. "cause i bet you're not wearing any panties either." he mutters teasingly.
worst thing was, you knew he was right. you didn't say a word, just met his gaze with this look that screamed "you're right and i hate it'.
he just snickers quietly, not even trying to hide it. his eyes look you up and down, narrowing slightly. his voice drops just a notch as he mumbles under his breath.
"slut."
you freeze, eyes widening. no fucking way he just called you that.
your brow twitches, offense building. but beneath that irritation was something different. something warm and desperate that you hated.
god, he was so annoying!!!
...you loved it.
for a long moment you just stare in disbelief, before finally regaining your voice.
"fuck you." you grit out.
he just laughs, clearly having a blast.
"i thought that's what we were doing anyway?" he teases.
you just roll your eyes and he snickers while carrying you to his bed.
you don't even get halfway across the room before you're tugging at his shirt, eager to lose the barrier between you two.
Katsuki doesn't hesitate to help you out, practically ripping his shirt off. the fabric hits the floor carelessly.
he tears off his pants too, the other hand still propping you up. he's left in just his boxers, and you're already stripping your own shirt.
just then he's throwing you onto the bed, and you hit the soft sheets with a soft thump. your now free tits bounce from the force of it.
he wasn't trying to stare. not exactly. but they were right in his face! he can't help it! his gaze lingers for a second too long, and you scoff.
"my eyes are up here, you perv." you grumble, eyes rolling.
he just huffed, lowering until he was only holding himself up by his elbows over your body. his head ducks, voice muffled against your skin as he speaks between kisses along your chest.
"wasn't looking for your eyes." he grumbles, before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. you inhale sharply, squirming under him. but his hand finds your hip, gently but firmly holding you in place while he sucks and laps at the plump mound.
"c-course you weren't...you-unghh..." you whine, arching into his touch for more. all you could think about was how much you wished that mouth was somewhere else.
and Katsuki, surprisingly enough, obeyed your bitchy whines. he pops off one tit and moves to the other, latching on like a hungry leech. the sudden rush of cold air makes you shiver. but he doesn't leave it alone for too long, free hand reaching up to lightly twist and roll at your sensitive peaks.
he continues to mouth at you while the hand on your hip hooks into the waistband of your shorts. his tongue trails up your chest, neck, jaw, then pauses to speak right by your ear.
"lift your hips f'me..." he grunts, and the submissive way you listen immediately is more satisfying than he'd like to admit.
they lift off the bed and he's quick to chuck them off and halfway across the room. the cold air of the room hits your greedy holes instantly, making you whimper softly. but he's too focused on the way your slick folds glisten in the dim lighting.
you glance down, and you catch a glimpse of it; the way his eyes darken at the sight of you. his pupils are huge, taking over the crimson color of his irises. it made your breath hitch.
it suddenly felt entirely too hot in here. your face felt warm and you can't stop yourself from shifting sheepishly, thighs threatening to close.
but Katsuki's not having it. his hand comes down, palm landing on your thigh with a sharp smack.
"uh-uh. keep em' open." he grunts, squeezing at the plush flesh.
you pout up at him, bottom lip jutting out. but he just lets out a little 'tsk', murmuring under his breath.
"had no problem bein' wide open and loud as fuck earlier. what's the matter now?" he asks mockingly.
you let out a little huff, mumbling a reluctant 'nuthin' under your breath as you keep your legs open for him.
his gaze wanders over you pensively. but ultimately deciding that he can't see enough of you, he shifts. his large hands scoop up your legs, settling them on his shoulders while he lays between your thighs.
you feel weirdly open like this, even more so when you feel his breath fans over your bare pussy. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, letting out a quiet, needy whimper.
"Kats...just-...mm." you whine, hips trying to lift into his face.
but his hand comes down, giving a light smack right over your pulsing clit. "quit fuckin' whining." he grumbles, hands slipping under your ass to hold you still when you start to squirm.
you pout down at him, fingers tangling in his hair to shove him closer. he finally caves. his head dips to kiss and nip at your inner thighs, giving little bites that were sure to leave marks.
but Katsuki doesn't make you wait long before his mouth is on you. mostly because he couldn't wait any longer himself.
he gives your cunt a sloppy kiss, groaning instantly at the first taste of you. he couldn't help it. his hips bucked, pressing his stiff dick into the mattress in a desperate attempt for some relief.
"ughhh...so fuckin' good." he mumbles into your pussy. his tongue darts out, licking between your folds and slurping up the slick that clung to your skin.
"ka-mm-kats...!" you squeal, grip tightening to pull him closer until he was nose-deep into your clit.
his eyes flutter, growing hazy as he sucks and laps at you like a man starved.
he made out with your pussy with just as much fervor as he made out with your lips—maybe even more. his tongue flattened, occasionally dipping into your sopping hole just to feel you clench and squirm. he pulled back, only to ramble into you,
"so damn good. been wonderin' how this pretty cunny tasted for days." he babbles between messy kisses, sliding two fingers in with ease.
"mmhm!! s'good-feels s'good," you mewl, clenching around him with a nasty squelch.
his fingers were thick, reaching places that your own never could. it was so much better than trying to do it yourself.
he hums arrogantly, smirking into your heat. his eyes flick up to meet yours, gaze so intense your heart stutters and you feel the little flip in your tummy. more slick pours out of you, and he drinks it like a man that'd gone too long without water.
he pulls off with a wet pop, fingers starting to pump in and out of you. "yeah? s'that good? gonna cum, baby?" he coos, fingers curling into that sweet, gooey spot.
you nod dumbly, hips bucking into his touch as you whine. "y-hahhhh...yeah-!! yess, m'gnna..." you whimper when he sucks at your puffy clit.
"...nah." he says suddenly, pulling away right before you reached your peak. fingers slipped out of you, chin glistening with your slick and his drool.
you freeze, orgasm dying in seconds. your fingers loosen their vice grip on his hair, frown tugging at your lips. your brows furrow in frustration from being denied release for the second time tonight.
"what the hell, Katsuki..." you mutter, sighing in disappointment.
he moves from where he was between your legs to hover over you instead, mocking your frown with a fake one of his own.
"awww, needy slut can't cum?? hm?" he coos, pouting at you.
your eyes narrow up at him, before rolling them. "you're so fucking annoying. just-"
but Katsuki cuts you off by suddenly flipping you over. you squeal, face hitting the pillows with a soft thump. you lift your head enough to glance back, already opening your mouth to yell at him.
but before you can, a hard smack! echoes in the room. it's the sound of his dick slapping up against his abs as his boxers are peeled away.
you freeze, eyes going wide. you hated to admit it, but...fuck, it was pretty.
tan, thick, standing at a heavy 7 inches. his tip is flushed and leaking, that vein on the side pulsing faintly.
katsuki, watching you practically drool at the sight of him, can't help but feel a bit smug. he knew it was big, but you were looking at him like he'd hung the moon and the stars. before you get a chance to say anything he speaks, voice gruff.
"no more whining. shut up n take it," he huffs, staring down at you with a mix of desire and utter amusement at your perverted gaze.
your heart stuttered at his words, finding yourself gagged. you finally manage to pick your jaw up off the ground enough to move, shifting onto your knees. your back arches as you lean forward onto your elbows, showing off that pretty little cunt.
he grunts approvingly. "fuck, yeah." he breathes, "so fuckin' ready f'me."
he settles behind you, grabbing your hips to pull you back onto him. not going in yet, just grinding you against his hardness. letting you feel how much he wants this.
you moan, pussy fluttering desperately as his tip grazes your clit. you push back, humping against him like a dog in heat while he watches the way your ass ripples when you do. he can't resist the urge to reach out, kneading and spreading your cheeks to expose your cute little holes.
you whine, but he's not having it. his hand comes down across your flesh, reminding you of his earlier words. you pout but don't argue, just glance back at him with this needy look while rolling your hips onto his.
and then, without any warning, he pushes in. no slowing down, just stuffing you full with one big stroke.
you gasp, breath knocking out of you.
"shh, breathe..." Katsuki almost sounds a bit gentle, but even then you can tell he's smirking. he knows he's huge, and your reaction was only proving it.
he pauses for a second, giving both of you a chance to catch your breath. mostly because he knew if he didn't, he would've came on the spot.
he knew you were tight—heard it in the obscene, explicit sounds that filtered through the walls when you played with yourself. but feeling it clench around him now had him threatening to spill. he grits his teeth when his balls draw up tight, holding back so his hips can give a slow, testing roll forward.
you moan instantly, squeezing around him like a vice. his eyes roll back, and he can't stop himself. he's been thinking about this shit for days, and he's done holding back. he starts pounding into you, hips snapping into the plush of your ass.
"mnghhh, so deepppp!!!" you whine, pushing back onto him.
"yeahhh..." he groans, setting a merciless rhythm that had you two panting like dogs.
his free hand leaves your hip, tangling in your hair instead. they fist into the tangled strands, holding on tight to anchor himself.
the sting of his little tug burns, but you can't bring yourself to care. he's so deep you can feel him in your tummy, hitting that spot that makes your mind feel all fuzzy. your lips part, whimpering and babbling stupidly as you let him use you like a toy.
"fuck—yeah. be fuckin' loud. let everyone know you finally got sum real fuckin' dick." he mutters, every word punctuated by a thrust and a breathless huff.
you don't hesitate. can't, when he's making you feel this good. you push back, meeting him thrust for thrust as you whine. "yesss!!! ouhhh, s'so gooddd..."
his rhythm speeds up, ramming into you with quick, needy jerks. "fuck...fuckfuckfuck-" he grunts, panting hard.
he can feel you clenching around him, walls spasming like you were trying to suck his soul out. "u-ughh...g'nna cum? gonna milk me?" he manages to ask, pace growing clumsy as he loses himself more and more.
you nod eagerly, pressure building in your tummy. not like your usual release, though. you felt weirdly full. like a water balloon about to pop. chasing that feeling you fuck back onto him harder, moans slurring together. "mhm!! mm...hafta cum...!!"
he reaches around, hand sliding down to your tummy. he feels the bulge of him under your skin and almost loses it completely. but he holds it together, reaching down to flick your pulsing clit as he leans over to murmur in your ear between moans. "yeahhh?? c'mon. cum f'me. milk it, baby..."
and fuck, you do.
"k-katsuki...!!" you wail as you convulse hard, pleasure that had been building all night finally bursting. a clear gush of liquid squirts everywhere—onto the sheets, his dick, and you.
katsuki follows seconds after, hips stuttering when you clench around him.
"fffuckkkk...!" he whines. actually whines. his cock twitches inside of you, hot pulsing ropes spilling until his cum was leaking out of you like an overfilled jelly donut.
you collapse face-first into the pillow, knees shaking and unable to hold you up anymore. you twitch as your body racks through the aftershocks, faintly pulsing and fluttering around him.
he stays buried deep, not daring to move yet. not until his tired dick gets soft and slips out of you with a wet plop.
you whine at the sensitivity, and his hand runs over your back soothingly. tenderly. way too tenderly for someone you were so 'pissed off' with just an hour ago. but you relax into his touch anyway, allowing yourself to lay down fully.
he's quick to lay down beside you, completely spent.
but from the looks of it you were too, considering you were nearly already gone.
your breaths are already starting to slow, chest staring to rise and fall at a normal pace. you were still trembling a little, but now you just seemed to melt into the bed. and your eyes were half lidded, clearly fighting off sleep.
he raises an eyebrow, still catching his breath. but his arm wraps around your sleepy figure anyway, pulling you into his side. his gaze wanders over you, coming to the conclusion that you clearly just needed to be fucked to sleep.
he's not sure if that's pathetic or just really amusing.
he huffs quietly, muttering under his breath. "idiot."
but he doesn't sound annoyed anymore. if anything, he almost sounds fond.
you curl into his warmth instinctively, not even caring that you were a sticky, sweaty mess. he doesn't seem to care either. you scoff at his murmur, but don't argue. just nuzzle into his chest, letting yourself drift.
he rolls his eyes when he feels your weight relax, knowing you're out cold now. annoying. but also strangely endearing.
despite himself he pulls the blankets over you, making sure you're comfortable enough to finally get some real sleep. he knew you struggled with it, and honestly he didn't mind being your cure.
he knows it'll be a hassle in the morning; trying to figure out what to do after sleeping with his neighbor. but for now, he lets himself sleep too. that's a problem for another day.