#I’m so sleeby okay gn guys

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou likes to slowly fuck you from behind whenever you’re reading, especially if it’s something more on the erotic side. Likes to peek over your shoulder every once in a while, or whenever you clench down a little harder or moan a little louder. Hums under his breath as he hooks his chin over your shoulder, your thigh thrown over his as he grinds a heavy cock inside you.

“This shit really turns you on?” He grunts under his breath as his eyes skim the words on the page. It’s stupid, he thinks, the way the author overuses the words growled and whines and sex—which should really just be called a pussy or cunt, by the way, we’re all fucking grown here—but you seem to love it anyway. You shake your head first before you nod, confused, unable to focus on the way his tip slides against your sweet spot and the filthy words on the page and also answering him correctly.

“Only because I imagine it’s you ‘nd me in these positions,” you whisper, eyes fluttering when Bakugou hums and squeezes at your tit from where he snuck a hand under your shirt. He doesn’t question you further, only reads over your shoulder, and fucks you a little harder when he pictures you in every way the book describes the two main characters.

You, bound to the bed with a soft layer of silk over your eyes, gasping when his mouth licks at your hole. Him, holding you up in strong arms as he fucks you rough against metal lockers, kissing you all the while. The both of you, grinding against each other in the tub, uncaring of sloshing water and whines of overstimulation.

It’s enough to get the both of you off, a slow steady build of a climax as he pumps you full and you gush around his thickness. But even then, you two don’t stop, just continue on with slow grinding and another chapter.