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“am i doin’ it right?”
you can barely hear him through the thick haze of clouds surrounding your head, nestled so comfortably in the pillows underneath you as he angles your lower body further into his lap. your head tips back with a groan at the new angle, tears forming at your waterline from how good it felt.
“does it hurt? d’you want me to stop?”
you all but shake your head vigorously, lips parted in a sharp gasp that has your chest shuddering. the flimsy top you had on is bunched up just over your chest, shorts and panties flung to only god knows where.
“don’t stop—please, don’t stop, g-od,” the last syllable is punted out of you with a whine tapering off at the end, back bowing off the bed. even still, you try your best to continue to guide him. “there—there. ki, y-your fingers. curl ‘em upwards, please, please—”
brows furrowed and lips bitten red at the sight of your below him, he does as told and curls his fingers up, narrowed eyes bouncing back and forth between your near starry eyed expression and the way your core squeezed around his fingers in response.
“fuck.” both your voices release the same word in tandem, your warbled cry nearly drowning out his involuntary hiss.
“gonna—gonna cum. shit,” your eyes widen slightly, a hand shooting out to grab his wrist. his thumb swipes again your clit and your body seizes, legs tightening around his waist with every thrust. “ka—katsuki, wait, i’m gonna—”
“wanna see you cum on m’fingers.” slick sticks to your inner thighs and his fingers as he bullies your most sensitive part open, teeth sinking into his lower lip the more you tremble. “gonna look so pretty when y’cum.”
“y’think… y’think im pretty?” you look up at him like he hung the moon and its fucking stars in the sky, wide eyed and full of adoration, and his head spins.
“the prettiest fuckin’ girl i’ve ever laid my eyes on.” a wheezed sound rumbles from his chest when you tighten around his fingers at that. “and now you’re all mine. this pussy’s all mine. is that right?”
“s’all y-yours, ki. all—all yours—!” hips jerking up, your voice just about gives out, tears beginning to pool and stream down your cheeks. “feels—feels funny, ki… f-feels weird, oh—”
“cum f’me, pretty.”
the intensity of his words is what drives you over the edge, legs squeezing around his middle as his fingers pump once, twice, and a final time, squirting all over his lower half and staining the sheets below him. your head is knocked back in a silent scream, eyes squeezed shut as more tears streamed down your face.
this part he didn’t have to learn. he coaxes you through the aftershocks with gentle rubs to your inner thighs, kissing your both your knees before moving down to your legs. a shudder runs down your back when he gets a little too close, and you struggle to push yourself back up on your forearms.
he looks smug despite his worn out expression. “did i pass?”
you laugh, exhausted, and manage to nod. “you… you definitely did something, um.” nodding to his shirt and sweats, you wince slightly. “sorry ‘bout that.”
he only shrugs, nosing against your thigh, and smiles against your skin when your try to suppress another shudder. “you can make it up to me by teaching me other things.”
“ki? what do you mean by other…. no.” your arm moves to push his head away from where it aches still, shaking slightly from the effort. “can’t cum again. give me a few minutes, i’ll be—ki!”
a soft whine tumbles from your lips when he nips your inner thigh, arms finally giving out from holding yourself up for too long. the only thing you see before succumbing to pleasure once more is another smug grin, crimson hues glinting mischievously.
“what? i’ve always been taught to clean up my messes.”