ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ── ❀ part one. university au!
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ is so mean. he makes you cry, spits out venomous insults when you try to get too close, but you're so in love with him that it doesn't even matter.
⋆ tw / cw (18+) note that if tags don't show up it will show up in the next part! ; dumbification, slight angst, hurt/comfort (??), smut, praise & degradation kink, slight angst, missionary, katsuki fucks reader in his lap, blowjob, cum-eating, pussy eating, size-kink (unedited).
ac; lapin (hegi)
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ was horrible to you. you knew that the day you made the grave mistake of loving him, confessing to him.
high school, late afternoon with golden rays spilling through tinted windows. your heart in your throat as you stumbled and blabbered through your well-prepared confession you'd rehearsed a hundred times in your tiny bedroom. you didn't even finish before he laughed.
a sharp, incredulous chuckle that echoed off the walls and rank through your ears.
"you serious?" katsuki scoffed, lips curled handsomely in disbelief. "that's pathetic."
you stood there, frozen, as he cocked his head and stared you up and down like he was reassessing something he'd already thrown away.
"get a grip," he added flatly, briefly scanning his phone for whatever was on his schedule. "you really thought you had a chance?"
when katsuki disappeared from your sight, you couldn't control the molten tears pouring down your face.
from that moment on, you were no longer invisible in the eyes of katsuki bakugo.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who was insufferable. you should have never confessed to him.
he was smarter than you. smarter than anyone for that matter. he was involved in many extracurriculars. he was good at drums, and you knew that he done boxing outside of school.
and you to him? wouldn’t have made any sense, and that feeling became apparent even more with time.
he singled you out in class when you tried impressing katsuki.
"the answer's 147.19!" you called out eagerly, heart thumping wildly against your ribs.
a scoff was heard from the front corner of the room.
"wrong, dork." he shot you an amused look, as if you'd actually believe you'd done something right. "it's 150."
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ didn't need to utilize brute force to crack your heart. on the day university applications were sent out, katsuki caught sight of yours.
"yuuei university?" he repeated, brows lifting softly. "mechanical engineering?" then, he laughed. it was breathless, disbelieved, as if you'd just told him the joke of your life.
you stood beside him, fingers curling into the fabric on your sleeve, smile gentle on your face as he slung a bag over his shoulder.
"did you just pick the hardest major you could find to sound impressive?" he asked lazily, eyes racking over yours. "or are you actually that delusional?"
you went home crying that afternoon, snot dribbling down your nose as you stared at the low-scores on your practice exam. he was right.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ had a way of making doubt blossom where confidence once lived comfortably in your gentle, fragile heart.
even after you were accepted — after the acceptance email sat glowing on your screen like genuine proof he was wrong, that you'd fought through finals for this spot — it wasn't enough.
on orientation day, he'd spotted you sticking out like a thumb in the crowd, all pretty in the softest, ironed skirt you could find, paired with the glossiest shoes you could muster.
"tch," he muttered, eyes flickering back to the front, already surrounded by a group. "guess they're letting anyone in these days."
you told yourself it wouldn't matter — that high school was over. that maybe your relationship with him could blossom from what had already been wilted. a clean slate.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ made sure university was worse.
he had the same sharp eyes, silver rimmed frames hanging handsomely on the slope of his nose bridge. same posture of ownership, like he belonged in every room he entered.
he laughed when you asked questions with solutions that already seemed to register to those around you. took over group discussions without acknowledging your presence. corrected you publicly, voice sharp and precise.
"don't touch that. do you even know how to use it?"
"no, that's not how it works."
"did you even pass high school physics?"
every insult landed heavier because you knew why, because he remembered your confession just as clearly as you did; with the only existing mystery being why he took it so personally?
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ nearly exploded, brows furrowing, lips curled into a menacing scowl when both of your names appeared side by side on the same group project list.
"you've gotta be kidding me," he snapped to himself, before turning to the tutor, eyes narrowed. "i'm not—"
denied.
for his excellent mid-semester results, his prevailing intelligence spreading like wild-fire across the cohort, the one known for increasing the threshold of the bell-curve, the one who always knew what he was doing. he had no authority.
by the end of the week, he was sitting across from you in the study room, laptop open begrudgingly, eyes lidded in disbelief as he skimmed your calculations.
"...wow," he said quietly. "you're still this bad?"
you swallowed, shaking your head with a soft curl to your lips, cheeks flushing. "no— well, this stuff's just new and hard... i'll get used to it."
he leaned back, legs spreading in those black-washed baggy jeans, lips curling into that familiar grin of annoyance.
"better not fuck up my grade, yeah?"
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who absolutely loathed dusty afternoons spent at his cafe – the one he ran to when libraries felt too loud, the one he resided in when quiet rooms retched of sweaty underarms on sizzling hot days.
he fucking hated it, seeing you across from him in that leather cushioned chair, legs crossed politely as you stared at him with those gentle, understanding eyes. he hated how you raised your head everytime he spoke, or when your eyes would shrink into kind crescents when he had an idea that was so ordinary to him, but to you, sounded like the most intriguing thing ever.
“...that’s a really good idea, katsuki,” you beamed, fingers moving rapidly across your keyboard to note the idea down. “i can do that for you– yeah! that’s looking great.”
“bakugo,” he corrected coldly, eyes locked in on the way your face flushed cherry plum red.
with a scowl, he had no other choice but to cooperate. atleast you weren’t slacking off. god, that might’ve been the bare minimum of the task, but there was nothing else he could do.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ really hated that the cafe became routine.
he hated that it started feeling inevitable – the sun slipping low and staining the windows with warm amber while the air inside stayed cool and dim. he hated that the barista stopped asking for his name – because he never used to order drinks – and he hated it even more that they already knew yours.
he sat across from you for the nth time that week, wondering why such a group project required this much contact time. his shoulders were tense with irritation, fingers wrapped tight around a paper cup he’d already forgotten to drink from.
and the way you leaned slightly forward in that leather chair, posture performatively neat and attentive. it made his skin itch.
because you always listened, brows lifted in consideration of every syllable that dripped from his tongue.
and the way you nodded before he even finished, fingers already moving, typing things out with a quiet diligence. it pissed him off.
did you think that just because you followed him like a puppy, obeyed every single call he made, listened to every idea he had, that it’d be enough?
“you don’t have to write everything down,” he muttered once, gruff, irritation slipping into his tone. “i’m not gonna forget what i just said.”
you looked up at him then, blinking once with wide eyes, a little smile tugging at your lips once more. “i know. it just helps me think, too.”
he clicked his tongue, gaze flickering away. there were only thirty minutes left and he’d be free.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ noticed when you started getting too comfortable.
you didn’t feel the need to look at him for validation anymore before adding your share of ideas to the shared document. you didn’t hesitate before suggesting alternatives, and sometimes you’d speak first – softly, still, but with a steadiness as if you’ve finally made your mark into his life.
“what if we approach it from this perspective instead?” you suggest one afternoon, voice a little wavery, but bright.
he glanced over your logic, the calculations, your assumptions. it actually made sense.
“hm,” he grunted after a moment, genuinely considering your perspective before leaning back. “fine. do it your way.”
and that pathetic, stupid smile of triumph?
something ugly spread thick across his chest, invasive.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ absolutely couldn’t stand that you still treated him the same.
still with that soft greeting, still following him like a lost puppy to shared destinations. still glanced at him with hopeful eyes when something amused you, like his reaction was validation to whatever soft and mushy feeling you keep safe in your chest.
one evening, as the cafe began to filter out, he caught you staring at him without realizing it – eyes warm, thoughtful, full with admiration.
“what?” he groaned out, elbows perched defensively across his chest.
you startled, cheeks blossoming, you shook your head quickly. “oh– nothing, sorry.”
katsuki hated how he could practically feel your affection oozing into him, untarnished and full of life.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ went home angry that night. angry at the way your competence crept up on him. fuming at the way your kindness hadn’t soured, but instead sweetened into something contagious. he hated that you’d actually grown into someone worthy of his time and effort without shedding the parts of yourself he’d once mocked.
he was angry because it was actually fucking getting to him. you in his routine.
everything cruel he’d said to you was no longer about superiority, and it was now becoming something laced with fear and inner insecurity.
once he found himself at his desk, papers laid clean in front of him with precision, thoughts filled with your soft smile and your polite hands, he glanced down uncomfortably, noticing the strain in his sweats. unexpected.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who gave in eventually to his erection, fingers wrapped tight around his cock, tip raging a warm pink as he pumped himself from tip to brim.
with his head thrown back, jaw slack, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. every time he tried thinking of something else to get off to – the image would swirl to you instead. all pretty across from him, soft lips caught between your teeth in concentration, that low cut top you wore one time, sunlight pooling on your skin.
with a reluctant vacant hand, he swirled a palm over his tip, panting softly and fogging his glasses up. he couldn’t fucking believe he was jerking off to you. getting off to you. fucking fisting his cock to you and cumming everywhere.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who was more snappy than usual.
this time, it was in that low, condescending, venomous tone. laced with hatred and everything on that spectrum.
it happened on a night at the cafe that felt too quiet – just the two of you, warm auburn lights of the city stretching across the glossy tabletop, your notebooks and laptops open and untouched.
you were smiling pathetically again, practically sneaking into something far from strictly educational. you were genuinely trying to talk about something other than the group project, absentmindedly tracing circles in the margin of your page, glancing at him like the world had finally softened.
he hated it so much. he hated how easy it was for you. hated how you got too comfortable that you genuinely thought he cared what you had to blabber about.
“stop staring at me,” he said suddenly, annoyed.
you paused, fingers still around your cup. “i wasn’t–”
“yeah, you were.” his voice was flat, sharp and intentionally crude. “you always do.”
your smile faltered for the first time in a while, just a little. “i’m sorry, i didn’t realize–”
katsuki, with cold movements, closed his notebook. “that’s the problem,” he grimaced. “you never realize anything.”
the words landed wrong, awfully wrong. but he didn’t care in that moment, because of how uncomfortable he was emotionally.
at his words, you straightened slowly, fingers curling into themselves. “uh… what do you mean?”
he scoffed, sinking back into his chair, arms crossing. “you follow me around. you nod along. you look at me like i’m” he stopped himself, jaw tightening, consciously selecting the most harmful combination of words. “like i’m something i’m not. like i’m just a figure in that delusional head of yours.”
your throat bobbed, face warm, eyes still present despite his words. “i just… like being around you.”
that softness, that consistent prying into his chest, his mind. that, was what pushed him over.
“that’s stupid,” he said coldly. “fucking stand up for yourself for once. you should know better by now.”
this time, you didn’t know how to respond. just plain, cold, silence.
the cafe noise faded into a deafening dull hum, and all you could do was stare at him, eyes wide, like you’d been slapped.
“...just thought things would play out different, is all,” you whispered, lips tilting to a frown.
he laughed once, bitter. “don’t flatter yourself.”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ watched your face crumble in real time.
your eyes glossed over first, lashes fluttering as you tried – tried so hard – to keep it together. your lips parted like you wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came out.
it didn’t take long for the tears to fall.
“i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” you said, voice wobbly, syllables messy. “okay– i’m sorry. i’ll try to stop, i promise.”
you were already standing, gathering your things with trembling hands, wiping at your cheeks like you were embarrassed to be seen like this – and not like the other times you were embarrassed to display your admiration and affection.
“i’m sorry,” you choked out again, indefinitely softer this time.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ didn’t go after you.
he watched you leave – watched the door swing shut behind you, watched the space you’d occupied stay empty – and then he sat back down like nothing had happened. like he hadn’t just made you cry. again.
it was better this way, he told himself. distance was what you needed, what he needed. the feeling in his chest would die down on its own. it’d rot into something forgettable.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ he avoided you like the plague from then on.
he left quickly before you could reconcile, opting to take different exits from buildings, sat a few seats away instead of beside you. when group work forced you into the same space, he kept things curt and professional.
no venomous insults, no malicious teasing laced with condescension.
you noticed. of course you did. you always did.
katsuki realized something scary and unsettling. nothing was going to change when it came to you, and how you felt about him.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ hated the way you still showed up.
you still smiled at him when you spoke to him, but this time, it was careful now. practiced and methodical. you were measuring every word before letting it leave your mouth.
you lived true to your words.
you didn’t hover annoyingly around him, didn’t look at him like you used to. and things were finally settling back into natural order. katsuki never felt more relieved.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who caught you wiping your eyes in the engineering hallway one afternoon – quick, discreet, like you didn’t want anyone to see.
and of course, he didn’t turn around to comfort you. if he didn’t, he knew exactly what would happen.
you’d shove your face into his chest, all mushy and fragile. then, he’d have to say something. he’d have to push you away, or even worse, pull you closer. and you’d look up at him regardless with hope, trust, and that quiet, delusional belief that he cared.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ noticed you at the cafe before you noticed him.
you were already seated when he arrived — same leather chair, same corner with that practiced straightened posture — but you looked off. your shoulders held stiff like you were bracing for something, almost too hinged. your eyes were dull around the edges, spark forced as you stared at the screen in front of you with an intensity that didn’t quite land.
your fingers flew across the keyboard, typing and deleting, typing again. you nodded to yourself every few seconds like you were convincing yourself to even stay awake.
katsuki recognized it instantly. fake concentration, performative.
“…great,” he muttered, dropping into the chair across from you. “you gonna actually look at me or keep pretending you’re busy.”
you startled slightly, then smiled, the motion not quite reaching your eyes.
“sorry,” you said, laughing softly. “yeah. i’m here.”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ watched you struggle through the session.
you answered when spoken to, contributed when needed, but your responses lagged by just a second too long. you rubbed at your wrists absentmindedly, nails pressing into your skin.
you laughed when he made a sharp comment. laughed when he mumbled to himself about something. it was still you, all attentive, but something about it was uncanny.
“…what’s up with you.” he asked eventually, irritation threaded with his workload.
you nodded immediately. “yeah, i’m sorry. just tired, long day.”
he scoffed, but his eyes narrowed.
liar.
he didn’t see you again that night.
you packed up quickly when the work ended, mumbled something about needing to go, and disappeared before he could say anything else. the chair you left behind stayed empty long after he finished packing his own things.
something twisted unpleasantly in his gut.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ wasn’t prepared for the next day that you came in, practically bawling your eyes.
you were late, and you were never late.
he was already seated when you stumbled into the cafe, breathless, eyes rimmed red like you’d been crying for hours. your hands shook as you clutched your bag, knuckles pale, movements uncoordinated.
“…you’re late,” he snapped automatically.
you opened your mouth, closed it, then your face crumpled, brows knitted together devastatingly.
“shit—” he started.
you were crying before you even sat down. your shoulders shook as you pressed a hand to your mouth, trying—and failing—to keep it together.
“hey,” he said sharply, standing up. “what the hell—”
you dropped into the chair like your legs had given out, tears spilling freely now, breath stuttering, words coming out in messy blabbles.
“i– i think i did something really bad,” you choked out, fingers shaking. “i really messed up.”
“what?”
your hands trembled as you wiped at your cheeks, smearing tears uselessly. “i— i got scammed.”
the words tumbled out broken, ugly, cracking on each vowel.
“the tutor,” you continued, voice cracking. “he took the money and— and he said i wasn’t improving fast enough and then he just— he ended it. and i thought i was doing okay but i’m not and—” you sucked in a sharp breath, glancing up at him beneath your clumped lashes. “i’m failing,” you whispered.
“…failing what,” he asked, dangerously calm.
you shook your head, sobbing. “the math. i tried so hard to catch up but i didn’t realize how bad it was until i checked my grades and i don’t–- know what to do.”
your hands clenched into fists in your lap.
“i didn’t want you to know,” you said softly. “i didn’t want you to think i was useless– so– so...”
something cold snapped into place behind his eyes, something green swirling in his gut.
“you got a tutor.” he said flatly.
you flinched, nodding. “yeah—”
“you let some asshole take your money,” he continued, voice low. “when you could’ve just– nevermind..”
you nodded, tears dripping onto the table. “i was scared– not of you, but of failing...”
he dragged a hand down his face, breathing slow and controlled. of course, why would you come to him? a day ago he wouldn’t have offered you help if you even asked.
but with your pretty lips jutting out, tears bubbling in those soft, sad rounded eyes. cheeks blotchy and puffy.
he wouldn’t go as far to call the feeling inside him pity, but maybe something else… adjacent.
“…how much were you scammed.”
“like around… sixty per session.”
his jaw clenched. “fucking sixty? and you’re still failing?”
you nodded again, miserable, shoulders curling inwards.
“…right,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, completely aware of the situation he was about to put himself in.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ took it upon himself after that.
not with an apology, god no. he didn’t ask if you wanted help — he told you, blunt, final, like it was already decided, that he’d take over. free of charge. your notes migrated back into his hands, hidden scrutiny behind his gaze as he mulled over your handwriting.
before you knew it, your schedule quietly rearranged itself around late nights and earlier mornings. he started bringing printed past papers without explanation, circling questions with a pen and shoving them toward you like it was obvious you’d need them.
he was still rough around the edges, that was to be said without a doubt.
he still snapped when you took too long. still scoffed when you made careless mistakes, annoyance simmering beneath his skin as you asked the nth stupid question of the night. but the insults dulled — caught behind clenched teeth, swallowed down with sharp exhales. he learned when to pause, when to bite down his venomous words. when to start again slower, how to navigate your mind. when to grit through explanations instead of cutting you down.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ found himself in your room more nights than he’d planned instead of the cafe.
sitting on the edge of your bed, papers spread messily between you, his shoulder brushing yours every time he leaned in to point something out. it wasn’t intentional at all.
the room was quiet except for the scratch of pen on paper, the hum of your cheap, rip-off lamp, your soft voice reading questions aloud.
sometimes it was past midnight before he noticed. and he hadn’t known why he bothered staying.
but, somewhere in between those late nights, he noticed the way your confidence rebuilt itself. the way your questions sharpened, the way your eyes lit up when you got something right. the way your hands stopped shaking when you wrote, all bubbly and enthusiastic whenever he spoke.
in a way, it was really getting to him, but this time, it seeped. bleeded through the stubbornness in his heart. because at night once he returned back home, he found himself once more, hand wrapped firm around his cock, fisting himself to the thought of your pretty face.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ watched you after the exam. he’d finished early and expected to leave immediately.
you burst out of the building breathless, faster than he’d expect, eyes bright, searching the crowd until you spotted him. the moment you did, you didn’t hesitate — you ran straight into him, arms around his middle, laughter spilling out as you told him how good that exam felt.
he froze for half a second, arms catching you without thinking. uncomfortably and disgustingly invasive, your joy hit him harder than any achievement ever could. he couldn’t help but push down that pride he felt knowing it was him – not the other pathetic tutor. not anyone else – who helped you.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ didn’t plan to be in your room that afternoon.
it was supposed to be quick, final edits, finishing touches on the group project then everything would be over. nothing more, just a quick drop by to save you the hassle of getting home so late.
but the air felt different, closer. and it seemed like you noticed it too, or maybe it was you making it that way.
you lingered near him longer than necessary. your touches were ‘accidental’ until they weren’t. a soft peck to his cheek — hesitant, testing, appreciative and slow — that made his breath hitch and his patience finally snap.
“thanks for… dealing with me.”
it just happened…
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ never said when the line blurred, nor in that moment did he care. only that somewhere between tutoring sessions, late nights, and watching you believe in yourself again — he stopped pushing you away, because in that moment – with your breasts spilling through your top, eyes staring up at him like you fucking wanted him inside – he had no restraint.
it felt inevitable, like it had always been heading there, and soon enough…
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who was so fucking easy.
he has you bouncing like a rabid bunny all over his cock, up and down, slamming your hips right down onto his pelvic bone, pants fogging up his crooked rims.
grip tight on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh like he's claiming every inch of you as his personal fucktoy. each upward thrust met with your frantic bounces has you mewling into his mouth, ass slapping against his thighs as he took you on your bed.
he didn’t know where the degradation came from, and where it stemmed from, but the way you looked on his lap so fucking slutty and desperate like you’d finally won had him seething whimpered through parted lips.
“fucking look at you,” he sighed out, his voice mocking and pitched a little higher than he’d intended, eyes locked on the way your tits pressed against his chest. “always wanted this, huh? my cock inside of you?”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who embarrassingly swells inside of you, his thick shaft spreading you wide, pounding deep into your gummy walls with every slam of your hips.
it doesn’t take long for his balls to tighten.
you felt so good– too good. his vision blurred, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he let you bounce all over him. he was getting close, so fucking close.
the friction felt incredible, warmth engulfing him whole as you let out a needy whine, whispering affection into his ear.
“s–so close, suki! i can’t…!”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who senses your rhythm faltering, thighs aching as you struggled to maintain your bounces.
pulling back, katsuki’s eyes scanned over your expression. parted lips, teary eyes, flushed warm cheeks.
“need…need to cum!” you cried out, your bounces turning into lazy, tired grinds.
the sight pitiful, his expression softened just a fraction, hips moving deliberately to compensate. with two beefy arms, he wraps them around you, lifting you up, then slamming you down to the hilt.
“aah! f–fuck! ‘m close, i’m–”
your whining into his neck, blabbering and completely drunk on his cock. so soft in his arms, pliable and needy. with a free hand, he strokes your back almost tenderly, mind swirling with lust as he inches closer and closer to his own climax.
“i’m close to… fuck, you feel so good–”
and with that, you cum instantly, thighs shaking around his side. you twitch in his hold, a loud cry escaping your lips as you clench impossibly around him.
“holy shit, y-you’re so fucking tight– did you just?”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who absolutely registers you’ve got a praise kink.
should’ve been obvious by the way your eyes sparkled every time he validated your working out, or that one time he caught your thighs pressing together when he said ‘good’ to some mediocre, bare minimum, correct solution you conjured together.
he hated how much power he had over it, but at the same time…
“that’s right,” he muttered, glancing over your working, leaned over your shoulder. “you did that part clean.”
you froze, then smiled. that faint, soft glimmer in your eyes.
“...yeah?” you asked.
he frowned, seeing the way your cheeks heated up, body tense. “yeah. don’t make me repeat myself.”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who realizes he’s just as filthy are you are.
he doesn’t remember, or know how the line blurred, but somewhere along the way his usual degradation faded into sweeter, honeyed words.
without meaning to, his words turned into frequent physical touches. a hand on your shoulder. a hand moving up your thigh. and before he knew it, he was craving what you’ve been wanting for a long time.
nights dedicated to study turned into quiet, muffled whimpers, legs intertwined, cum spilling everywhere.
he should feel ashamed that the measly girl who had a crush on him since high school had finally gotten her way.
“you fucking like that?” katsuki groaned out, thumb pressed against your clit as he hammered into you in missionary. “like having my cock inside of you? taking care of you like this?”
“mmhmm! i–i like it so much!” you cried out, nibble hands moving to his jaw, pulling him into a kiss. “i like you so much…”
worse of all? katsuki would selfishly sink in it. indulge in it, feed into your soft affection.
“you do?” he smirked, hands moving to press your knees to your ears. “i can tell…doing so good for me, aren’t you?”
expectantly, and intentionally on katsuki’s end, he’d feel you clench around him, walls fluttering on his cock as he kissed that soft gummy spot inside of you.
“ngh mhm! just for you…”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ realized he liked threading sweetness into your ears.
it came as habit, and something he genuinely wanted to do. he was growing fearful that he was truly basking in your presence, and that one day, he’d actually want something more.
he wasn’t too sure if he had the time or effort to invest in you fully like this.
but for some reason, fucking you senseless in his arms and keeping you well–lit under the cafe lights felt easier than chucking a label on top.
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