synopsis: a villain's quirk transports you and katsuki's kid from the future to the present! except you're.. not even dating?
a request!
notes: this is a lil diff from my usual unofficialbf!katsuki bc that version ive been writing is like positive ur gonna get married meanwhile this one is like "whos ur mommy?" HO U SHOULD ALR KNOW. *pow pow* i dont usually do interesting rqs like this but i figured ill try it out
it starts with a pop.
a shimmer of light in the middle of the ua training field, a blink of time bending strangely, and suddenly there’s a kid standing there.
small. blond. scowling.
he’s maybe four or five, fists clenched at his sides, little combat boots planted firmly like he’s ready to fight anything that so much as looks at him wrong. it’s quiet for a second.
“who the hell are you people?! where's my mom and my dad?!”
the entire class freezes.
izuku opens his mouth, then closes it. the kid looks really familiar to him. ochako makes a small noise. katsuki, standing off to the side, scoffs like he’s already over it.
“the fuck kinda dumb training is this..”
the kid’s head whips toward him, (e/c) eyes wide.
“daddy?!”
katsuki chokes.
“..HAH?!”
the kid runs full-speed across the field and crashes into him. little arms wrap around katsuki’s legs like he’s safe. like he knows him. katsuki looks like he’s been struck by lightning.
the kid beams up at him. “you look.. younger than normal. but you still look cool!”
“the hell?!”
“bakugo!” aizawa barks. “watch your mouth. that’s clearly a child.”
"looks like he already knows how to swear anyways.." katsuki growls under his breath but says nothing more. he awkwardly pats the boy’s beaming head like he’s defusing a bomb.
they figure it out eventually. it was a villain's quirk. time displacement or something of the sort. temporary, but irreversible until the cooldown ends.
so now… there’s just a tiny version of his future kid hanging out in the dorms.
-
“where’s mommy?” he says, pouting.
katsuki stiffens. “..who's 'mommy?'”
“...mommy,” the kid answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
katsuki groans. "what do i call her?"
the kid ponders for a second. "sweets. and sweetheart. sometimes baby or mama, too."
katsuki's entire body flushes. "i do not!"
"you do!"
"i do not!"
"you do!"
katsuki growls at the kid, cheeks and ears on fire. "her name. do i never call her by name?"
and then you walk in. rubbing sleep out of your eyes, hoodie too big, hair messy, and katsuki doesn’t even notice how his gaze softens.
but the kid does.
his face lights up.
“mommy!!”
you blink. “what.”
before you can react, he’s launching into your arms like he’s done it a million times.
you catch him. hold him.
and… oh.
you melt, instantly. soft smiles, hands carding gently through his hair.
katsuki’s instantly realizes what this means.
his future kid's mom is you.. meaning his future wife is also you.
oh.
you look at him over the kid’s shoulder. “who's this? he looks just like you!"
“he’s doesn't.”
"he does! same hair and face and everything! different eye color, though."
the kid tilts his head. “you sleep in the same bed in the future.”
you choke on your own spit. katsuki goes red fast.
“no we don’t-”
“daddy gives her forehead kisses,” the kid adds helpfully.
you stare.
katsuki turns away, face burning.
you press a kiss to the kid’s head despite your beating heart, eyes a little soft, like your heart’s doing dangerous things.
-
over the next few days, katsuki is quiet.
he takes care of the kid without complaint. makes his lunch, lets him nap curled into his side, shields him with an arm anytime someone gets too close.
he watches the way you brush crumbs off the boy’s cheeks, how you tie his shoes, how you hold his hand like he’s something small and precious.
you’re a team already.
and katsuki wants that. more than he’s ever wanted anything.
the night before the quirk’s cooldown ends, the kid curls up in katsuki’s bed with you on one side and him on the other. he’s fast asleep.
you’re barely awake.
“you’re good at this,” you murmur, voice quiet in the dark. “you’d be a good dad.”
katsuki swallows.
“only if it was with you.”
you blink.
then smile. small. shy. warm like summer mornings.
he leans in, presses a kiss to your forehead, just like the kid said he would.
and maybe the future’s still far away, maybe nothing’s set in stone yet.
cw age gap, fem reader, & sexual content. may be slightly ooc
older katsuki… who just loves coming home to you and hearing about all of the things you’ve done throughout the day, “Look Katsuki I made banana muffins.” before you shove all your treats into his face.
older katsuki… who has grown broader, and softer more mature and who just loves to give all his wisdom to you like an old grandma
older katsuki… that loves to come home and have you kiss all down his neck and chest until you yank his pants of with your teeth and give him teasing little kisses all over his shaft until he gets impatient and shoves his length all down your throat.
older katsuki… that loves to rough you up so he can kiss you better and buy you whatever your little heart desires afterwards
older katsuki… who loves the thought of making you a mommy
older katsuki… who just loves to keep you needy for him
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ timeskip!katsuki and his pregnant wife’s insane cravings
𝜗 cw : cussing , threats , crying
𝐍 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐆 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐇𝐀
it starts one night when he’s half-asleep on the couch after patrol watching tv. you pad into the room wearing one of his shirts that barely fits you now, hair messy, and eyes heavy with irritation. he moves his eyes to your movement and sits immediately straighter. that look in your eye is too familiar to miss.
“katsuki,” you say, tone flat and serious, “I want spicy noodles and ketchup.”
he blinks. “the hell you do. it’s one in the damn morning.”
you purse your lips together. “and?”
he frowns, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “that crap’s not good for you or the baby. too much sodium, sugar—whatever the hell. you’re not eatin’ that.”
your lips turn and you freeze, eyes glaring daggers at him.
“what,” your voice starts calm, “did you just say?”
“what, are you deaf? I said you’re not eating—“
“I’M GROWING YOUR CHILD, BASTARD.”
the blonde flinches. like actually flinches. the sound of your voice almost makes the walls tremble. “you don’t even know what it’s like! my back hurts, my feet hurt! and now you’re telling me what I can and can’t eat?!”
katsuki swallows but he opens his mouth—big mistake. “m’just sayin you should eat something that won’t clog your—“
you ball your fists up and stomp over to him. “get me my fucking food.”
the room goes quiet for half a beat. he’s looking up at you with the smallest smirk. you look so sexy right now but he won’t comment because he knows how hormonal you get. “alright, alright,” with a huff of breath, he pushes himself off the couch and meets your lips with his. “I’ll make you your damn spicy noodles with ketchup.”
you beam and smile as he gets up and makes his way to the kitchen. he’d always get you what you wanted.
when you’re just wandering in the house while he’s cooking, he’ll call you over to the table just to tell you to sit your pregnant ass down until he’s done making your food. he’s very attentive and caring in his own katsuki way.
singledad! bakugou but his firstborn is so different from how he was as a kid, shy and quiet. his heart squeezing and aching when his boy runs up to him asking why the older kids in the park won't play with him. watching him walk out of his first day of school with a sad pout on his face as his teacher brings him out. "it's hard for some kids to adapt in the first few weeks," she says sympathetically, and bakugou tries to believe her, but it's hard when his baby is looking at him with angel tears in his eyes and telling him, "i don't think the other kids like me, daddy."
he tries his best to help his baby, teaching him soccer, organizing play dates where he shows up in his dynamite costume to impress the other (shithead) kids. he tells him how great he is every night, his sweet baby, how it's okay that he takes his time to warm up to people and he'd find the right person soon. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat when his son would come home crying, saying none of the kids would build legos with him, how he finds it hard to join the friend groups in his class. by the end of the third week, bakugou was already looking at other schools in other towns. maybe they'd have better luck there? homeschooling would surely make things worse. maybe a montessori?
he sighs, pulling up to the school expecting another soul-crushing story. him being surprised when he sees his baby running up to him smiling, his chubby hands making grabby hands for bakugou to grab him. "had a good day, baby?" he lets out an excited nod, mentioning how he's made his own group of friends now. "i have three now," he mentions excitedly, and bakugou feels his heart swell.
"We're doing more group activities so the kids can get to know each other better." bakugou snaps his gaze to you, this isn't the same teacher who's been bringing his kid out for the past two weeks. "Some of the teachers are being switched up," you tell him knowingly. "I'm handling his class now, I'm sure the school has sent out the email." shit, he's usually on top of these things, but he's been so focused on looking for new schools he must've missed this one. "been busy," he decides to say shortly. "thanks for helping him," he adds. "No worries!" you say brightly. "he's a good kid, he's just shy." bakugou looks unimpressed, yeah, he is, and so what? doesn't mean it's an excuse for the teachers to just let him be. "thanks again," he says shortly, accompanied by a "bye, miss!" from his baby.
the whole ride home was filled with stories about his day. "we built legos of uncle shoto." "ryo shared his brownie with me." "yushi wants me to watch the new toy story with him." bakugou listens attentively, feeling lighter than he has in weeks.
he opens up his laptop once he's put him to sleep, scrolling through his emails until he finds one from the school explaining the restructuring of teachers. he puts your name in the search bar, curiosity getting the best of him, finding your instagram and seeing your posts. it's mostly just pictures of you and your friends, cheeks pressed together, a grin on both your faces. he scrolls down a few more times before landing on a post of you at a beach, blue bikini on, doing some yoga pose by the shore. he stares at it long enough, seeing the curve of your ass fitting perfectly against your bottoms. he bites his lip, clicking his phone off. he is absolutely not going to ruin this for his kid, he's struggled hard enough, and so what if you're helping him? it's your job. he slams his laptop shut, his baby is okay—or starting to be—and that's all that matters to him.
boyfriend katsuki doesn’t know, or care, about the difference between your wants and needs.
you’re out of your favorite lip gloss? it’s sitting on your desk the next morning, the exact shade, down to the brand, like he memorized it months ago.
you mention craving a drink in passing? he’s pressing the bottle into your hand within minutes, like it just magically appeared in his pocket.
you linger a second too long in front of a display window, eyes catching on a delicate necklace? its draped around your neck by nightfall.
when katsuki’s your boyfriend, the world bends to your desires. because if you want it, then in his mind, you need it. and katsuki always makes sure you have what you need.
sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.
he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.
“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”
and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.
and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?
you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.
“hi, katsu !”
silence, no response. you try again.
“…hello ?”
you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”
“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.
it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”
there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”
“were you worried ?” you tease.
“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”
“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.
we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚
katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.
i need to be bakugo‘s toxic gf soooo bad like he loves being screamed at and a good boy for me only
(cw: aged up characters andd smut at the end. author is urban so endearing use of the word bitch lmfaoo walk with me)
SAMEUHHHH only a crazy gf could save him genuinely like LMAOO I do love when ppl write mean bf x nice gf for him but alsooo it would be so fulfilling for him to meet his match like .. he thinks he's insane and she's Insane-er than him.
likee blowing up his phone taking him thru an argument all day from the morning until the evening... there are some periods of calm where you're like okay I miss you FaceTime me now or you start talking about other stuff but then you're back on the topic like you never left, I just think it's funny how...
he'll definitely try to act above it initially like bro im not doing this with you argue with yourself but he eventually starts going back and forth with you over text while he's out at lunch because you successfully got a rise out of him. he does not want to fight so he tries to call you and talk about it verbally and he says the wrong thing, you hang up on him and it's back to text .. his friends are literally watching him type away with his eyebrows furrowed. he swears to them he doesn't wanna see u because you're pissing him off but he still comes over later and you cuss him out some more until you feel like you've said every original sentence u can possibly think of . and u get ur pussy ate after. like u can rly do no wrong
it's a dynamic that is probably so amusing from an outsiders perspective because he's always the one going off on someone. I can hear denki and eiji's snickering when you guys are all out together while he tries and fails at establishing dominance .. he's running his mouth, it only takes one time for you to be like "shut the fuck up, you're about to piss me off" and then he just does, he's like "okay, okay, i'm sorry" soo quick
him sending screenshots to his gc of today's battle and he's like "i'm so tired of this bitch bro it's something new every day" and then he gets even more mad because they're just teasing him knowing he is notttt tired of it at all
denki: damn she kinda ate you up
katsuki: whose side are you on wtf
eijiro: i dare you to block her rn
katsuki: ? i'm not blocking my bitch like are u crazy
sero: whatever kinda insane pussy she got Pls God keep it far away from me 🙏🏾
he only has one method to keep u calm (method is effective for 72 hours at most) and it's dick loll like u can't stay mad at him when he folds you up so good and he talks to u so sweettt while he has u in a mating press orr while ur on top and he's thrusting up into u, all you know i love you, m'sorry baby and i'm gonna marry your crazy ass while he splits u open nice and slow on his dick
alternatively depending on how successful you were at ragebaiting him the frustration follows him and That's when it's time for doggy heheh the kind where ur back is arched so deep it feels like his thrusts are gonna break it, he got one leg up, he has both ur wrists pinned behind ur back .. . yk the kind. very punishing. no sweet nothings until it's over.. won't stop until you say ur sorry >.<
extra: him trying to take his power back by actually blocking u for a few hours (with every intention to eventually unblock, mind you) and he goes out with friends the same night .. but you show up to the function. you called eiji and denki hella times to press them about where they're hanging out. and katsuki just knows it was denki that gave u the drop on his location like eiji can hold down the fort for the most part but denki is genuinely afraid of you
katsuki being like "why the fuck would u tell her where we are" and denki is just like bro she's scary as fuck ... it was you or me
find other parts on my mha masterlist
find my entire masterlist
@nekonadia Ty for the motivation to revive this one.
cw: smoking weed, smut, smut, smut, public sex?, mdni
synopsis: at first, cuddling with Katsuki had been the closest thing to a sleep aid you'd ever found. Most nights he'd fall asleep within minutes while you stared at the ceiling, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing and pretending you weren't counting the hours until sunrise.
Eight months into your relationship, he'd gotten used to it. Which was exactly why he noticed the change. A prescription later and suddenly you were sleeping through the night. No more tossing, no more restless sighs and no more finding him awake at three in the morning because you'd accidentally woken him up for the fourth time.
Now, after a few pulls, you practically melted into whatever surface was closest.
Including him.
-11:45 PM
Katsuki's arm tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. Fresh from the shower, he smelled like clean body wash and warmth. You immediately scooted back closer.
"Tch," he muttered against your hair. "There it is."
"What?"
"That look."
Your brows pinched together.
"The one you get when you're high."
A laugh escaped you, quiet and lazy.
"I have a look?"
"Yeah."
His answer came immediately like he'd been studying it. Your smile widened.
"And what does it look like?"
Katsuki shrugged.
"Dunno."
"You just said I have one."
"You do."
You rolled onto your back with a dramatic sigh, earning an unimpressed look from him.
"Very helpful, Katsuki."
"I'm serious."
His hand found your thigh beneath the blanket, giving it a firm squeeze before settling there.
"Your eyes get all heavy."
You hummed.
"You get quieter."
"Hm."
"You smile at everythin'."
That one made you laugh.
"I do not."
"You absolutely do."
His lips twitched.
"You smiled at a lamp earlier."
"It was a nice lamp."
"It was a lamp."
Your laughter filled the room, softer than usual, and Katsuki found himself staring again. Usually your mind moved a mile a minute. Even when you were relaxed, there was always something happening behind your eyes.
Tonight there wasn't.
You looked comfortable.
Peaceful.
For someone who'd spent months watching you struggle to fall asleep, it was almost unsettling.
"You’re starin' again?"
His gaze snapped back to yours. The grin on your face told him you'd caught him.
"Tch."
"There he is."
"There who is?"
"The guy who's been lookin' at me weird for the last two weeks."
"I'm not lookin' at you weird."
"You are."
You pointed at him.
"Curious?"
His eyes narrowed.
You gasped.
"Oh my god."
"What?"
"You wanna know what it's like."
The accusation landed perfectly. Because you were right. Katsuki groaned as soon as your grin turned mischievous.
"Don't start."
"You do?"
"I'm just asking"
"I'm not curious."
"You are!"
"I'm not."
"Then don't try it."
The challenge left your mouth before you could stop it.
Silence.
His stare immediately flattened.
You smiled.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
"...you did that on purpose."
"Did what?"
His hand pinched your side.
You yelped, laughing as you tried to twist away.
"Okay! Okay!"
"Brat."
"But are you gonna try it?"
Katsuki looked away first then back at you.
Which was answer enough.
A few minutes later, the balcony door slid open behind you, letting warm summer air spill into the apartment. The city stretched endlessly beyond the railing, lights blinking against the dark skyline.
You held up the preroll triumphantly.
His brow lifted.
"That the stuff?"
"Mhm."
You started toward one of the chairs but a hand closed around your wrist. Before you could question it, Katsuki dropped into the patio couch behind you and tugged.
"Katsuki!"
A second later you landed squarely in his lap. His arm immediately settled around your waist.
"Sit."
"I'm literally already sitting."
"Good."
You laughed.
The deep rumble of his chuckle vibrated against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
Comfortable.
Like this was the most natural thing in the world.
Eight months together meant you were long past the stage of pretending not to want each other's attention.
You leaned back into him automatically.
His arms tightened.
Satisfied.
You lit your preroll for him.
"First pull down to your chest, hold it, let it out and repeat two more times. You're gonna cough a lot so just go slow."
His first wasn't too bad.
The second almost killed him.
"What—the fuck—"
A coughing fit cut him off.
You laughed so hard you nearly dropped the lighter.
"I did say you were gonna cough."
Another cough.
You handed him a water bottle -definitely helped. He took his last pull, teary eyed with a hoarse throat as he exhaled.
For several minutes neither of you spoke.
You just sat there watching the city and eventually you felt him shift behind you then go completely still.
A smile threatened the corner of your mouth.
You didn't say anything.
Neither did he.
You could practically hear him hoping you hadn't noticed.
Unfortunately for him you absolutely had.
The silence stretched.
Long enough to become suspicious.
Long enough to become funny.
Long enough that your shoulders began to shake.
Behind you he groaned.
"You noticed?"
You finally laughed. "Maybe."
“S-sorry” he mumbles into your back
“Don’t ever apologize for that” you wiggle until he was pressed flushed between your silk covered booty cheeks.
“being horny a side effect?” he whispered.
“yeah” you smirk softly to yourself.
You slowly roll your hips forward on him. Your silk nightgown making the motion smoother —just the perfect amount of friction that causes him to moan softly. One of his hands waste no time moving up your thigh while the other moves from your side up to your breast.
He breaths into your neck while clenching his teeth.
His fingers curl into the soft skin of breast, squeezing as he tries to bite back an immediate reaction to your moan. His other hand draws random shapes up your thigh and to your pussy.
Your head settles back against his shoulder as you open your legs for him without a word. His eyes drift downward, taking in the slow, gentle rhythm of your hips rocking against him, completely mesmerized by the sight.
His eyes drift shut, his chin resting against your shoulder as he quietly savors your words. The slow grind of your body against him has his breathing growing heavier, each small movement pulling him further under.
"Mmm..."
He gives your hip a gentle tap.
You shift forward just enough for him to tug his shorts and boxers down. Once they're out of the way, you settle back onto his lap, straddling him with your back still pressed to his chest, your legs draped over his.
His hands find the silky fabric of your nightgown, fingers curling into the material before slowly gathering it in his fists. As the hem slips higher, his gaze follows.
Then he stills.
His eyes linger, drinking in the sight before him.
A slow, disbelieving smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he exhales through his nose, completely captivated.
You're not wearing any panties. Your intention was going to sleep remember?
"God..."
The word leaves him in little more than a whisper, equal parts awe and admiration, as though he isn't entirely sure what he did to deserve the view in front of him.
His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, each one matching the slow rhythm of your hand palming his cock. He presses a lingering kiss to the back of your shoulder, his lips barely leaving your skin before finding another spot to linger on.
"Fuck, baby... m'so horny," he rasps. His voice is rough, strained.
He slides his hands beneath your thighs and lifts you with effortless ease. You know exactly what he wants before he says another word, instinctively moving with him.
The moment he begins guiding you down on his cock, your breath hitches at how much its stretching your eager little cunt. His forehead drops against your shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to steady himself.
He buries another kiss against your neck, lingering there as if the warmth of your skin might distract him from way your pussy grips him and everything else he's feeling.
It doesn't.
A shaky breath leaves him instead.
His arms instinctively tighten around you, holding you close, keeping you tucked securely against his chest. For a long moment, neither of you says anything. You're both too consumed by the overwhelming closeness, discovering together how every sensation seems heightened.
Neither of you had expected it.
The high made everything feel slower.
Warmer.
More intense.
Every sound you made reached him before it had the chance to disappear into the night.
Each shaky breath.
Every quiet gasp.
Every little moan that slipped past your lips seemed to vibrate straight through his chest with how closely he held you.
You should've felt exposed.
Embarrassed, even.
Instead, you found yourself melting further into him, completely undone by the way he watched you.
As wrecked as you looked...
...he looked no better.
His lips stayed slightly parted, each breath leaving him in quiet pants against your neck. His eyes wandered endlessly over your face, never settling in one place for long.
Your eyes.
Your lips.
The way you kept catching your bottom lip between your teeth. The way your expression unraveled every time another wave washed over you.
He watched it all with quiet disbelief, like he couldn't decide whether to memorize you or lose himself in the moment.
The instant another breathless moan escaped your mouth, he couldn't take it anymore. He captured your lips again.
The kiss was clumsy.
Desperate.
Slow in all the right ways.
The sudden warmth of his mouth against yours pulled an even louder sound from your throat.
Your body answered before your mind could.
You tightened around him.
A sharp hiss escaped between his teeth as his forehead bumped lightly against yours, his eyes squeezing shut for a heartbeat before opening to find yours again.
One of his hands leaves your hip to cradle your face. His fingers gently squeeze your cheeks, coaxing you to look back at him over your shoulder.
The sight nearly undoes him.
His eyes are heavy beneath half-lowered lids, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches every expression that flickers across your face. Every little reaction. Every shaky breath. Completely mesmerized by the way you're melting in his arms.
"Fuck, baby, I— god damn this pussy's s'good."
The words fall from him in a breathless rush before he crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is messy, desperate, all tongues and broken moans, like he can't get close enough no matter how tightly he's holding you.
Neither of you had expected it to feel like this.
Everything is amplified.
Every touch lingers.
Every movement seems to echo through both of you, slow enough to savor yet somehow overwhelming all at once.
You gasp into the kiss, your fingers searching for something to hold onto before reaching back and tangling in his hair.
"Ahh— Sukiii..."
Your tug earns a deep grunt against your lips, his forehead dropping briefly against the side of your head as he exhales through clenched teeth.
"BABY... this cock, oh my God!"
A crooked smile flashes across his face despite the strain written all over it.
"Yeah? What about it, princess?" his voice is rough, teasing despite how wrecked he sounds, his hands steady on your hips as he keeps you tucked securely against him.
"so big... s'good."
Your words dissolve into another breathless sound as your head tips back against his shoulder.
"That's it," he grunts, unable to hide the grin creeping into his voice. "You love it."
"Fuck! I love it!"
Your slick coats him completely, gathering at the base before slipping between his thighs. His hand drifts lower, his fingertips finding your clit. The first touch steals the breath from your lungs, your body tightening around him on instinct. Every slow circle draws another involuntary clench, your thighs trembling as you melt further into his embrace.
"Oh, fuck… you're like a vice."
The sound of your breathing fills the quiet night, broken only by his strained groans against your ear. Every motion seems to pull another reaction from you, your body answering his without thought.
You come apart in his arms with a broken cry, clenching around him so tightly it tears a deep groan from his chest. His hand instinctively cradles your neck while the other never leaves you, determined to carry you through every wave. He buries his face against your shoulder as he follows moments later.
"fuck... Fuck... FUCK!"
The words leave him in ragged gasps, each one more breath than voice. His chest rises sharply against your back as he clings to you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as though letting go isn't even an option yet.
For several long seconds, neither of you moves.
You're both too busy catching your breath, hearts pounding in perfect sync beneath the glow of the city skyline.
Only when his breathing finally begins to steady does he press one last kiss against your shoulder.
"Stand —up," he pants.
You glance back at him.
His eyes meet yours, still dazed, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
