asking new boyfriend bakugou to get your charger from your beside table drawer and his jaw drops at the sight of dildos and vibrators and sex toys he doesn’t even know the name of.
to these small bullet ones and pale pink vibrator wands. then these seven inch black veined dildos, a purple five inch one with ridges, a six inch smooth mauve one and multiple with those clit rabbit heads. a rose, one he is unable to describe but he thinks is for your clit. these hot pink suction nubs for your nipples, a remote for god knows what, batteries and a load of wires. then a bottle of lube. a big one that’s half full. the least surprising item is the unwrapped box of condoms.
“what the fuck?” he utters and when you walk in behind him you laugh.
“no, not that drawer! the one below it!” you say, closing away all your toys and opening the other one, pulling out your white phone charger.
“you… you have so many,” bakugou breathes and he has to blink two more times than necessary to not imagine you using one. fuck.
you shrug, “not really. my friends gifted me some, some were on sale and some were recommended online.”
you’re so casual about it, the fact he found over fifteen toys beside your bed, roaming freely that it empowers him. he pulls out the drawer again. clears his throat.
“w-which is your favourite?” he doesn’t know why he’s stuttering. his dick is hardening by the second. you in the morning with the sunlight streaming in using that dildo with the rabbit head. or you in the evening after work on your bed, with the vibrator with the big head. you like when he rolls you on your stomach during sex, do you use your toys like that too? nipples pinched, dildo in, vibrator on your clit?
“oh my god katsuki. you’ve gone all red,” you giggle, placing your hand on his forearm to reach up to kiss the corner of his mouth on your tiptoes, “are you imagining me using them?”
“no,” he blurts, then roughly wipes his nose. he flicks his eyes down your body, “i do wanna see you use them. if you’d want?”
“you know we’re dating now? you don’t have to be so nervous talking about sex.”
you’re so confident, winking at him, still not closing the drawer. he imagines you cleaning them in your bathroom, wrists flicking down the plastic cocks, wet and soapy after orgasming minutes ago.
“i’m not fuckin’ nervous,” he looks at the drawer, then back to your smiling face, “use one for me. on your bed.”
you raise your eyebrows and he rolls his eyes.
your eyes practically glow, teeth biting into your bottom lip, “okay, sir. let me put my phone on charge first.”
