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— hey professor! | kento n.

in which nanami just can’t stop thinking about the cute professor down the hall. contains: librarian!nanami x fem professor!reader. (smut with a lil plot. nanami’s a bit of a perv. masturbation, teasing, blowjob, exhibitionism.) w.c: 1.8k. a/n: i hope you enjoy it jazz! 🩷

another late night in the library, another night spent with you on his mind.

nanami was never one to mix business with pleasure. you’re his coworker. the pretty professor two classrooms down from the library. always friendly and pleasant with the brightest smile on your face — nanami’s crush grew with each fleeting interaction you shared. he found himself looking forward to your weekly visits to the library, but ultimately settled with admiring you from afar.

it’s always on nights like these that his mind wanders and the thoughts are anything but innocent. nanami had finished all his daily tasks hours prior, opting to spend the last hour of his shift relaxing. the library was empty, as it should be on a friday night. he was more than thankful for the silence, leaning back in his rotating chair, eyes slowly closing.

it was the perfect atmosphere to fully immerse himself in you.

and nanami was never the type of man to daydream. he was a realistic man and indulging in fantasies were pointless, he maintained that mindset up to this point. but somehow you became his fantasy, the dirty little secret he’d keep locked away until the night came.

oh, the things nanami would do to you. his dick twitched at the thought of bending you over this very desk, his large hands spreading the fat globes of your ass as you bounced off his pelvis. his eyes would train on each inch of his dick disappearing into your tight pussy with each rock of his hips, over and over again.

or maybe he’d bury his face in your pussy instead, your legs thrown over his shoulders while he ate your pussy like it’s his last meal. he knows you’d writhe in his hold, attempt to push his head away from the pleasure but he couldn’t stop. not until you coated his face in your juices, blessing him with that sweet nectar he’d gladly lap up as you’d shutter through your orgasm, crying out for him and—

fuck.

nanami’s eyes snap open. he takes a moment before he reluctantly decides to look down — his clothed erection staring right back at him, threatening to burst through his slacks.

yup, he definitely overdid it this time.

nanami runs a hand down his face, a deep sigh following behind it. there was no need to panic since he was the only one here but how would he handle this? and where?

where he was sitting was out of question. in the center of the library, out in the open? something about that felt… weird. and there was no way his erection would die on its own, he was way too hard for that. nanami turned his head, still weighing his options as his eyes landed on one of the study rooms and—

perfect.

though the door and windows were glass, it was a closed space. that gave nanami some peace of mind, a faux sense of privacy to handle his problem. so nanami made his way to the closest study room, coyly covering his bulge as he slammed the door behind him.

the sound of the rattling door had startled you as you were grading assignments in the study room next door.

you were prone to procrastinating and this time, it came back to bite you in the ass. there was a mountain of ungraded papers on the desk in front of you and at this rate, you’d be in the library all night. it was a friday night anyways, you’d have the rest of the weekend to unwind.

you knew that nanami was still in the library and assumed the noise was just him cleaning or checking something. not thinking much of it, you continued on with your work.

unbeknownst to nanami who was in the next room, literally fighting for his life.

he’s got his head thrown back against the chair with his eyes screwed shut, bottom lip captured in his top row of teeth to conceal his groans as he desperately bucks his hips into his fist. it was so messy, his shaft was so wet — glistening with a pretty mix of precum and saliva that dribbled down everywhere, even coating his base.

with a swipe of his thumb across his angry, reddened tip, nanami’s whole body shuddered in pleasure. it was sensitive, a little too sensitive but he continued, repeating that motion over and over again until his jaw slackened — a long, strained groan fell from his lips almost instantly.

nanami’s cheeks blushed bright red, he was embarrassing himself. moaning like a needy whore in this tiny study room in the library, still on the clock. but did he really have a reason to be ashamed, though? yes, he might be breaking a law or two but it’s just him here. letting a moan slip here or there wasn’t the end of the world, nobody would hear.

except for you.

the first moan you heard, you brushed it off. chalked it up to your growing fatigue, maybe you were hearing things? you attempted to continue until another, much louder moan scrambled your focus minutes later before it finally clicked, you weren’t hearing things.

that was nanami moaning. the quiet, reserved librarian was pleasuring himself… in a study room? you never would have took him as the perverted type, the type of freak to masturbate in public.

… would it make you a bigger freak if his erotic sounds had you squeezing your thighs, biting into the skin of your bottom lip?

his moans were undeniably sexy, guttural and needy. your pussy pulsed, clenching on nothing — you already knew your panties were soaked. you had half a mind to waltz in there, to see what he was really doing but ultimately, you decided it would be best to pack up and leave silently. it would save you from any uncomfortable, awkward interactions.

you had just placed your tote bag on you shoulder when you heard it, that one particular whine that stopped you, made your whole body freeze in place.

“(y/n.)”

your eyebrows furrowed. did… did he just say your name?

“fuck (y/n)… i’m s’close.”

yeah, you were definitely going in that room. gathering the rest of your things, it only took a few quick strides, it was next door after all. you had an idea of what you’d see once you stepped in the room, but the reality was much better than anything you could have imagined.

a loud thud! of your bag hitting the ground nearly made nanami jump out his skin and the last thing he was expecting to see was you — standing in the doorframe with your mouth agape.

“what—“

“—don’t!” nanami pants and he’s basically heaving, with a shaky hand held up in your direction. his voice was off-pitch, labored like he’d just ran a marathon. he turns his head to break eye contact, the deep red blush on his face spread to his ears. “..d-dont come closer.”

it takes a second before you start to giggle, your head tilted playfully. “i can’t come closer but you were moaning my name like that? now, that’s not fair, nanami.”

he felt like a coward, the humiliation heavy in his chest left him unable to face you. he could shook his head profusely. ”i.. didn’t remember that you w-were here, I swear. i a-apologize.”

you scoffed, your arms crossed on your chest. was he really playing innocent right now? alright, fine, you thought. you’d play along, see how long he’d keep up the act.

“are you sure you don’t want my help?” you tease, taking a few quiet steps forward.

“n-no, i don’t..” still turned around, nanami could feel you inching closer and just your presence made him hornier. he truly didn’t want you to hear. everything about this was embarrassing, simply crumbling the last bit of pride he had left.

his body jolted when he felt your soft, warm hand firmly grasp his shaft and he moans so sinfully, the gentle pressure stimulating him just the right way.

“i said,” you croon, and you lean in close, your glossed lips tracing his ear. “are you sure you don’t want my help?”

if the throbbing of his cock didn’t make it obvious enough, nanami needed your help so painfully bad, it was driving him crazy. so nanami tilts his head up to finally meet your eyes, they were so dark, entirely full of lust. nanami gulps before breathing out a faint i do.

as soon as that confirmation reaches your ears, you were on your knees. the carpet tickled your skin as you lean forward and lull out your tongue, flicking the tip on nanami’s swollen head. while one of your hands is on his cock, languidly stroking what your mouth can’t reach.

and nanami’s a moaning mess, putty in your hands as you have your way with him. it felt like a dream, better than all his fantasies combined. your mouth was wet and extremely warm, you looked so pretty with your mouth full of his cock. his hips stuttered each time you bobbed your head past his tip, your tongue tracing along prominent veins.

“f-fuck, i’m—!” he gasps when your free hand reaches to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm. “i’m so c-close, (y/n). gonna.. g-gonna cumm.”

you hum prior to releasing his dick with a pop, deciding to press wet, sloppy kisses along the underside of his shaft. “where do you want to cum, kento?” that low, sexy purr of his name nearly made him cum on the spot. “on my face? down my throat? gotta tell me what you want, love.”

“your t-throat, p-please.” nanami whines.

“oh, so now you know your manners? that’s cute.” you click your tongue and before nanami can protest, your mouth is on his dick again, laying your tongue flat on the side while your head bops up and down.

nanami’s letting his moans spill freely, you swear he’s even louder than he was before, if that’s even possible. his knuckles white from his tight grip on the armrests and the thrust of his hips are in sync with your mouth, the steady rhythm had drool trickling out his mouth.

that familiar coil in his stomach was building so rapidly, his thighs started trembling. he’s panting so hard, eyes rolling into the back of his skull when he feels you tug on his balls and it was over for him — he shoots thick, velvety ropes of cum down your throat. it’s so much, you struggle to swallow all of it, some of it spilling along his cock before you’re licking it up, giggling as he hisses from the overstimulation.

nanami’s body is limp, basically slumped over when you dust off your skirt and collect your things, placing something on the desk before leaving him without another word. truly, he didn’t want you to leave. he had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to do to you.

it wasn’t until he sat up and noticed the note you left on the desk, that he realized he’d be able to follow through with his plans.

xxx-xxx-xxx, give me a call when you’re ready for the real thing.

tagging my bookies: @preciousamethyst @satorena @hoshigray @screampied @suguella @ryukenzz @i2loco

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chargeeboltz · 2 months

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sugardaddy!nanami brainrot because i'm in love with him.

sugardaddy!nanami who doesn’t make sex a requirement in your agreement. it may seem odd but nanami just wants your company. you’re so beautiful, more precious than the expensive, dazzling jewels he’d gift you. more important than those business meetings, he’d leave in a heartbeat to hear your voice. and for a while, he was content with this.

any urges he had would be disregarded. he’s a gentleman, after all. he’s not an animal, he can control himself. that’s what he was telling himself when you’re on one of your weekly dates and you have on that fucking sundress. it’s tight, molds your body perfectly, so naturally nanami’s eyes are trained on the way your ass jiggles against the thin fabric. he takes a sharp breath in when you bend over and he swears he sees your bare skin — god, do you even have panties on? you fucking minx, you’re tempting him. you’re doing it on purpose and it’s working.

it took everything out of him to keep his composure, to ease the boner straining his slacks until he just thinks, fuck it. he has you laid out on the leather seats of his car with your legs spread, wet pussy on full display for him and he’s nestled comfortably between them, ready to devour you. “you know what you were doing, sweetheart..” he’s kissing your inner thighs, hurried and uncoordinated. “this isn’t part of our agreement but i just can’t wait anymore. it seems like you can’t either...” he rasps, peering at you through his long lashes. his eyes were wild and hungry, so unlike him. it’s like you had awoken something within the blonde man and he was in too deep now, there was no stopping it. “i’ve been dying to taste you... so lie back like a good girl and let me eat.”

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chargeeboltz · 2 months

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0:56 a.m. | nanami kento

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“kento,” you whispered into the silence of the night and the dimmed lights on your room. It’s been way past midnight and you hadn’t been able to sleep, contrary to your boyfriend who’s lying beside you—his breath steady and calm.

when your voice didn’t budge him out of his slumber you tried once more.

“kento.” this time a little louder.

he then muttered an inaudible word, still closing his eyes. his hand wandered though, tightening his hold around the back of your shoulder; bringing you close to his chest. better, but the gesture was not enough for you who’s not feeling even a little sleepy, as mischief ideas filled your head.

third time’s a charm, they said. so you called him once more.

this time it finally did something as he hummed a reply, his free hand rubbed your side in a calming pattern, his hand went underneath your shirt that’s all rode up. he settled his grip just an inch under your chest, his thumb slowly moved up and down. “that tickles,” you said as you put a hand over his, refraining his little movement. Although, you’re sure he could hear the smile on your voice.

he finally opened his eyes as he gave you a lazy little smile and you swore you didn’t remember seeing anything more gorgeous than that. “why aren’t you asleep, hm?” his voice a tone heavier than usual, a tad husky as it laced deep with sleep. “i can’t sleep,” you whispered, like telling a secret to your best friends in a slumber party. “right. so i don’t get to either, yeah?” he replied, a smile on his face; and it’s only fondness shine across his feature.

“i mean, i understand if the old man needs his sleep even though tomorrow’s weekend. so by all means,” you said playfully, and that earned a deep chuckle from him. “don’t tease, who said we should have an early night today?” he raised an eyebrow, and for such a calm sleeper he now couldn’t stop his wandering hand as he’s diligent on giving you back-scratches—not that you’re complaining. “yes, but that was before my confidence in being able to fall asleep crumbled right before my eyes,” you claimed, feigning a serious tone. “i see, my mistake.” his eyes narrowed affectionately and you had a feeling you could say the dumbest excuse and he’d let you get away with anything.

you felt the need to sit up and do something but before you could even do that he held you down gently. “none of that, you’ll feel even more restless, love.” you couldn’t even protest at that since you knew he’s always right. “then what do you suggest we do now?”

“it’s a we problem now, hm?” he stared at you in amusement, knowing who dragged him into the sleepless night as well was none other than you. “is that a complaint i hear?” you threw him a questioning look. “it’s excitement, of course.” he laughed softly as he stroke your hair ever-so-gently.

“i should just start rambling maybe it’ll get me tired,” you said randomly and he just nodded without offering any question. “sure, i’m listening.” his hand didn’t stop moving. “where should i start?” you asked, relying on his answer. And of course it came easy for the man who seemed like he knew all the right words. “start anywhere, love. you could repeat anything, skipped over some words, or even tell it backwards and i’ll be here to point it out,” he said lovingly.

and you don’t know if it’s just his power you didn’t know about but it’s not even ten minutes after you started talking and as he kept doing the little gesture you could feel the sleepiness coming, welcoming you to one of your best slumber in a while.

idk how it took me this long to write this man. i love him so much.

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chargeeboltz · 2 months

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friends with benefits with nanami wouldn’t work because he would think you deserve better. you think your arrangement is going well, kento has never complained before, and you’re certainly more than satisfied in bed. he’s handsome, strong, kind, generous with aftercare, and really fucking good with his mouth, so there are no complaints on your end. which is why it’s such a surprise to you when kento confesses that he doesn’t like the way he’s been treating you, and no matter how much you insist that it’s fine, and reassure him that he treats you more than well enough, he refuses.

“but kento, i’m okay with this,” you attempt to convince him that hooking up is enough—he doesn’t need to feel like he has to do more for you, “you’re good to me, and not just in bed. please don’t feel like you owe me more.”

“you deserve something proper,” he’s adamant, shaking his head, “you deserve more than convenient sex.”

“but what if this is all i want?” you can’t help but to tease him. he looks awfully cute with his arms crossed, respectful refusal written all over his face, “i think eating me out on a weekly basis is quite enough, it would just be greedy for me to ask for more, don’t you think?”

your jokes don’t amuse him, but his expression keeps you giggling. still, nanami sighs, and grumbles, “you should want more. it’s not greedy.”

“kento, if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re telling me to raise my standards.”

he blinks, cheeks pink with irritation and eyes hollow with tiredness. you push every single one of his buttons and he doesn’t know why, but he would never stop you. maybe that’s where this impeding guilt is coming from—kento likes you, and he doesn’t enjoy feeling like he’s using you, even if you get to use him in return. he doesn’t want your relationship to be transactional, and he doesn’t like that you think such a relationship is okay.

because, guilt aside, kento knows he wants more of you; he wants all of you. and even if you don’t want him back, he thinks you should know that you’re worth having all of, and nothing less, too.

“maybe i am,” he settles, “you are worth more than an occasional hookup. you should be treated better than this, and i am sorry that i have let it go on for this long.”

“this is ridiculous—you’re nothing but good to me! and i like having sex with you. if you don’t want to have sex with me anymore, that’s fine, but—“

“i didn’t say that,” he interrupts.

“so… you do wanna keep sleeping with me?”

“yes. but we should go on a date before we continue.”

“but what if our date is terrible. do we still get to have post-first date sex?”

he shakes his head, stepping closer to you and holding your forearms before leaning down to kiss your forehead, “i don’t kiss on the first date.”

you scoff, taking a half-step closer, snaking your arms around his torso, and grinning up at him, “what a prude.”

at that he smiles, before bending his neck to indulge you in one last kiss. “i’ll pick you up at seven.”

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chargeeboltz · 3 months

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Warnings| slight size kink, slight cervix fucking, mirror sex.

“You’ve never had anyone this deep,” Katsuki muses. You assume he must have deduced this from your expression. From what you can make of it through your blurry vision, you look stunned. Disbelieving of how far inside you his cock is lodged.

He shifts his hips and your eyes cross. Katsuki chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos. “That’s really fucking sad.” He withdraws from your body, hips sticky with your mixed arousal and slams into you with enough force to jostle you up the bed. Your lips part on a silent scream, your reflection in the mirror above Katsuki’s bed mocking you. His head blocks your view as he drags his tongue across your parted lips, dipping it inside of your mouth to coax you into a kiss.

Katsuki savors every shift in your expression. Gaze trained on the way your lips tremble each time he bumps into your g spot. The way your brows twitch downward when he grinds his cock into the sensitive, gummy walls. “Can’t believe no one has ever reached your g spot,” he laughs. He adjusts you slowly, lifting your thighs from around his waist to perch them on his shoulders. His weight sinks you into the mattress like this his cock reaching somewhere even deeper.

“This—” he smirks near your ear, grasping the fleshy lobe between his teeth as he cups your ass to hold you steady, his cock catches on something inside of you, a place that feels weird and sensitive, that has your legs threatening to kick out “—is your cervix, angel.”

Your lids flutter and Katsuki tuts. “Eyes open, baby,” he warns, words shaky. “Look at yourself,” he reminds you and your eyes immediately rise to the mirror on his ceiling, you can barely focus on anything but the bruising of your pussy under Katsuki’s fucking but your expression becomes burned into your brain. “You look so good getting good dick,” he laughs. “Fucked out and adorable.”

Some sort of your brain registers that you’ve scratched red marks into he pale skin of Katsuki’s back. That you can see the shifting muscles of his back with each of his thrusts. That you have a perfect view of his tight ass and the way those muscles flex. But in the forefront of your mind you can only hear Katsuki’s words.

“Good dick has you glowing,” he gloats. And you have to agree. You look good spread under him, eyes hazy and lips parted to gulp air into your lungs. “My dick has you glowing.”

You can only whine your agreement. You don’t think you’ve ever looked this debauched or felt this sexy getting fucked but once again Katsuki takes a first you don’t even know existed. You’re creaming around his cock before you even notice it and his pace barely even falters. He fucks you right through it words of encouragement whispered into your neck.

You lock eyes with your reflection and you swear it winks back at you. Finally, we’re getting the dick we deserve, echoes in your mind but you’re too cock drunk to decipher whether it’s a conscious thought or not. All you know is you agree.

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chargeeboltz · 8 months

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GOLDEN┊all it takes is a messy breakup for the it couple on campus to be no more. the entire student body is surely talking about how pathetic you are but no worries, you’ll find an outlet to channel that frustration. how does the saying go? if he breaks your heart, fuck his best friend. or his older brother. that works, too.

content: frat boy!gojo x female!reader, college au, smut, angst, terms used (baby, princess, sweetheart, little girl, bitch), cunnilingus, rough sex, squirting, semi-public, hate-fucking, cum eating, named ex (gojo seiji), almost caught. word count: 5k

every school has its golden couple. we all know them well. they’re the pair that will stay together all through college, eventually get married, and live happily ever after with their large number of children and white picket fence. you’ve seen them in the courtyard with their hands clasped together in a perfect fit. you've seen them in your classes, effortlessly answering questions while sliding each other knowing looks. and, you've definitely seen them at all the parties, their equally as nauseating friend group fawning over their relationship.

you know them. everybody knows them. how could you not know them? their lives are perfect, their friends are perfect, and their looks are perfect. they are perfect. popular, admired and most importantly, in love.

or at least, they were.

"how could you?" you, one-half of the soon to be not so golden couple asks, tears building out the corner of your eyes. "how could you do this to me now?"

seiji, your now ex-boyfriend, barely looks fazed. if anything, he looks amused. the sight causes your blood to boil and you have to fight the urge to dig your manicured nails into your palms.

"so you’re just going to stand there?" you scoff, hands balled at your sides as you glared up at him. you want to hit him, you wish you could hit him.

seiji still looks stoic, hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt as his friends surround him wearing similar ones, albeit in different styles. when you agreed on going out with him you felt like you were taking on the entire fraternity. you knew they weren’t good guys; known for sleeping around with girls and leaving a trail of broken hearts to match. they took what they wanted without consequence, and although there were members who were better than others, they still fell into the same category － except for seiji.

he wasn’t like them at all. he cared for you, made sure you were healthy and never stressed yourself too much about school (mostly because he never did his work, to begin with).

he was so perfect, like a knight in shining armor with his long white hair and expressive eyes. it wasn’t until six months into your seemingly golden relationship that he started acting differently. he started making advances on you, like not so casually cupping your ass under your short skirts or letting his fingertips trail too far under your bra. you constantly told him that you wanted to wait but he’d still find some excuse. after a verbal tug of war, he’d always leave in a huff and disappear off home for the night, or so he’d say.

when you finally let him have you, when he convinced you into letting him into your bed, it was a night full of hurried thrusts and rough touches. when you’d finished, he ignored you as if you were a mere speck of gum on his shoe; insignificant and not the woman he supposedly loved.

you didn’t think too much of it seeing as he had already been acting out of character for weeks but now that you stood before him and his friends, you were slowly seeing seiji for who he truly was… and you don’t like what you see.

"what else do you want me to say, sweetness?” you grimace at the nickname that used to make you giddy. “i told you. we’re over. do you know how annoying it was to deal with a whiny bitch like you for the past six months? it was never gonna be worth the fifty bucks."

a majority of the party goers have stopped at this point to watch the drama unfold, letting out noticeable gasps and oohs at this proclamation. how could they possibly believe that their do-no-wrong seiji would commit such a crime? he was always considered one of the halfway decent guys out of the bunch. he’d never do something like this!

you shake your head in disbelief, feeling as if your world was crashing down on top of you.

he wouldn’t.

who was this person standing in front of you and what had he done to your seiji? “so this was all some kinda joke,” you ask, trying and failing to keep your voice from shaking, “you really made me think that you loved me for fifty dollars?”

“thirty, actually,” fushiguro speaks up, tipping his beer side to side as he casually leans back against the wall. you had never liked him, mostly because he had the personality of a brick and always had something rude to say when he saw you. seiji has always come to your defense but, this time, he’s silent. “we thought he deserved more seeing as you do have a tendency to be a whiny bitch.”

a large hand comes up to smack his chest. you can tell by the way he barely reacts that it’s itadori, slightly hidden behind two other members. “megumi,” he chastises, “don’t be so mean to her.”

the dark haired man shrugs and lifts his drink to his boyfriend's lips, the contents spilling over a little onto his hand. “quiet. drink.” and he does, skin tinting into rosy cheeks as his lips wrap around the rim.

at this point, the crowd has started to whisper amongst each other.

did she really think she was special? he’ll fuck anyone.

should have given the man at least a hundred.

bet she slept with all of them at least once.

each word feels like a shard of glass being plunged into your chest. the worst part was that you truly had, for the first time in a long time, thought you were special － at least to him.

wasn’t seiji fucking shoko the other night?

that does it for you. with a quick grab of your abandoned drink, a mixture of vodka and something fruity, you throw its contents all over seiji’s sweatshirt. you’re glad to see that it manages to spread to the rest of the group as well. “hey! aw, these are my favorite jeans,” haibara whines, only for nanami to stare at his shirt blankly and swiftly wipe away the liquor before it stains.

“fuck you,” you say venomously, only for seiji to smile and lean in closer with his shirt drenched. he has a slightly crooked nose, something that he’s told you he was insecure about when he needed someone to confide in. then there were his eyes, pools of silver that he always wished were bigger until you pressed soft kisses against his eyelids over and over － making his worry fade away even if only for those short moments.

he pulls something out of his pocket and when you glance over and see a fifty dollar bill in his hand you can’t help the tears from pouring down. “baby girl, you already have.”

you’re about to respond when geto speaks up. he’s one of the oldest in the group, quiet but arrogant. “what are you still doing here? just go and don’t embarrass yourself further.”

you glance around and the crowd is still focused on your group, their whispers ringing in your ears as they seem to grow louder. you feel your breathing start to turn sporadic and tense, a brief flicker of what you think is concern on seiji’s face appearing. in a normal instance, you’d reassure him that you were fine even if you weren’t and hope he’d hold you against his chest until you couldn’t feel the ache anymore. now, the idea of his touch makes you feel sick.

you needed to get away from here, away from everything that is gojo seiji. and that’s exactly what you do as you quickly turn on your heels and shove through the crowd, hearing the whines and annoyed grunts of partygoers until you’re finally in the dimly lit hallway of the kaisen house.

it’s not an ugly place, just well used and in need of repainting after the many years people have spent here. you start to speed walk, wiping at your tears and sighing heavily as the dark makeup smears against the heel of your hand. you tried so hard to look good for him. when seiji asked you to come to the party you thought that maybe you two would be okay again, that this was a sign that everything would be back to normal.

maybe you had been delusional, maybe you had lied to yourself for so long that you started to believe that he truly loved you. everything that he told you, everything that you told him, every moment you spent together… you thought it had meant something.

as you get closer to the main doors, ready to walk out into the warm night, you hear hurried footsteps following after you and turn quickly to see a familiar head of white hair.

“satoru,” you breathe out, almost in surprise. he hadn’t been around all night but you were almost certain that he had known what went down only a few minutes prior. you almost smile at him but then realize that now you don't have to pretend to like him as you had in the past.

satoru was definitely one of the worst members of the group and a complete and total womanizer, which was strange considering the fact that he was from such a well known family in the city. seiji mentioned it to you once, something about being the honored one, the heir to their father’s conglomerate. about how the family name would be tainted if the boys went too far out of line.

even though everyone on campus knew of his ways, girls still fell at satoru’s feet and he’d leave them right there on the ground to pick themselves back up. how you didn’t realize that he and his brother were one in the same… well, that was your mistake.

but you definitely know better now as he stands in front of you with an (annoyingly) handsome smirk. you definitely know.

“phew. you walk fast, y’know!” he huffs, leaning down to rest his hands against his knees and catch his breath. “you should consider track.”

you feel your eye twitch and his smile widens, suddenly gaining his second wind. “what do you want, satoru?” you can’t help but notice the way his eyes brighten behind his shades.

the man shrugs and motions his head over to the coat closet. you’d only been inside of there once and knew that there was only enough room for maybe two people, three pushing it. “let’s just say that i want to show you something. in private. i think it’ll be worth your time.”

you knew better, you truly did, but for some reason your curiosity is toying with you. your emotions are all over the place and you can still feel the trails of tears and black eyeliner mixing together on your cheeks. so you just sigh and, feeling defeated, agree. “fine. show me.”

satoru grabs onto your wrist, but you snatch it back in a knee-jerk reaction. his smirk falters slightly but it returns just as quickly as it left before he’s politely opening the closet door for you. “my apologies, princess. i’ll keep my hands to myself. after you.”

you walk inside cautiously and hear the sound of the door clicking behind you as you’re engulfed in darkness. satoru turns on the light before you can complain and when your vision focuses you can see an array of coats and jackets hung up on the thin railing. you guessed that this was where the frat kept all of their winter clothes until they were needed, some feminine items that you guessed were from the girls at the party catching your eye. “so what do you want?” you ask, turning around to face the man that’s a lot closer than you originally expected. if you moved forward even the smallest amount, your chest would meet his.

satoru crosses his arms again and you watch as his tongue gently glides across his lips. “truthfully, i was just hoping to comfort you is all. i mean sei did just embarrass you in front of half of the student body. well, the half that matters anyway.”

you roll your eyes, “he did, and if i remember correctly you knew all about it. everyone in your little clique, at least.”

“hey, it wasn’t my idea,” satoru whines with his hands raised, “if anything i told him to try it with some other girl like, i don’t know, shoko. i didn’t think you’d even go for him if i’m being honest. i’m way more interesting.” he’s smirking again and you can’t help but stare at him blankly.

“any girl would have still been wrong, satoru.”

“but it would have kept you safe from all this, no?”

“but it wouldn’t matter if it still happened anyway!”

he smirks. “inside voice, please.”

“go to hell.”

“think of it as collateral,” he lifts two fingers up, waving them back and forth, “you get to live your college life peacefully and some random ditz fucks seiji and the bet ends that night. way less damage that way if you ask me.”

you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “what the fuck is with you people?” anger begins to bubble up in your chest, forcing its way out of your lips. your tears have dried and all that’s left are the remnants of mascara and your teeth–bitten lips. before you know it, you’re pressing up against him, your fists beating down on his chest with each angry word. he barely even flinches.

“you think you can do whatever you want because you’re some rich, popular, fuck and then shit on people when they actually give you the time of day. what are you so scared of? that someone might actually want to be with you?” you know you’re taking things a bit far when satoru’s face starts to shift and turn sour with anger but you don’t care. you can’t. you both know what you’re getting at.

you stare at the faded scars on his skin, the way they cover some of his face and body and trail under his clothes. seiji hadn’t told you the whole story but you knew enough to push the right buttons.

“you and your friends are a group of failures that can’t do anything except fuck your way through school without having to work for anything you have. you’re pathetic—”

“and what about you, huh?” satoru asks with a furrow of his brow, closing the distance even further, “you’ve been dating my brother for what, six months with no idea that he was fucking other people behind your back? no warning bells went off for you, sweetheart? did you actually think he’d be different from the rest of us? if you want to blame someone then it’s yourself.”

“you’re seriously going to blame me for you all being pieces of shit?” you say incredulously, scoffing with a shake of your head, “and who the fuck are you to call a little girl? if the rumors are true, i’m not the only one that’s little in this fucking house.”

satoru gives you what seems to be a genuine laugh and he leans in closer to let out a low murmur of words, removing his shades so that those bright blues meet you directly. “if i were you i’d watch that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart. because i can assure you,” he leans in so close that you feel the faint warmth of his breath, “there isn’t anything about me that’s little.”

your gaze flickers between his eyes and mouth. what anyone else would do in this situation is leave; shut the door on this chapter of your life and move on. but something in you, that small voice that you ignore most days, is saying to you that maybe this was always going to happen. you’d never admit it but you originally had eyes for satoru, settling for seiji to prevent yourself from heartbreak (what good that did). who were you to delay the inevitable any longer? “prove it.”

a moment passes and then you’re being shoved back. rough hands grip onto your arms, pinning you to the wall behind the mountain of coats. you’re tempted to tell him to stop, to realize the possible repercussions of your actions, but your anger is clouding your judgment and you decide that you need this.

you feel satoru release you and make his way down to the floor, only for his hands to grip onto your thighs and eagerly tug your panties down to your ankles. you wince at the feeling of his nails digging into your supple skin.

“you want me to fuck this little pussy of yours so badly don’t you?” he chuckles, letting out a grunt of exertion as he shoves your skirt up against your thighs so that it bunches up around your waist. “you dumb bitch, thinking you fucking know me. you don’t know anything about me.” he forces your legs apart, hand cupping your warmth. you let out a gasp, gripping onto his shoulders.

“i do know you,” you unintentionally whimper, “you're useless like the rest of them and you’re going to eat my pussy because we both know that you’ve been wanting to since day on—!“ you don’t finish your sentence, silenced by two spit–slick fingers suddenly being shoved into your entrance, a thumb roughly massaging your clit.

“be quiet. the only thing i need to hear from that mouth is how good i’m making you feel. how badly you want this cock.” he continues to pump his digits into you, your juices are coating his fingers and your own dig into the pilling fabric of his black fraternity jacket. you see the hardening bulge against his jeans and you’re convinced you can see it twitch as he finger fucks you.

“oh — mmph — i want your mouth, satoru. please give it to me,” you moan, letting out a gasp as his fingers start to move inside of you in a come-hither motion. he bites down on your thigh and you gasp as his tongue runs over the bruising mark he’s creating on your skin.

suddenly satoru pulls his fingers out of you with a wet squelching sound, you let out a whine but stop immediately when you see them, slick with a slightly cloudy substance that hang in strings when he pulls them apart. “open,” he orders, his wet digits raising up to your lips and prompting you to take them in your mouth. you push your bottom lip out in a pout but follow his orders anyway.

you take the thick digits in, your tongue lapping up your essence with ease before sucking hard － cheeks hollowing as you take them deep into your mouth, curling down against the back of your tongue. satoru looks at you in amusement, letting out a hum of approval when you take them further in. he pulls them out when he feels your throat constrict as you gag. “i bet you taste so good, princess. do you mind if i have some? you can share, right?” you nod your head, pushing your hips forward and causing the man in front of you to let out a chuckle. “so eager,” he murmurs, leaning forward and pressing his lips to your exposed pussy.

his tongue is hot and all consuming when pressed against you, the warm muscle dipping into your wet cunt as you clench your thighs around his ears. it’s downright filthy the way he consumes you, spit and arousal coating your inner thighs and his chin. satoru’s nose presses against your clit as he nuzzles into your warmth. “forgive me for not commenting much on how sweet you are,” he laughs and the vibrations make you let out a whine, toes curling. “i guess you could say that i have a bit of a sweet tooth.”

your hands begin to wander, finding the material of satoru’s jacket again and tugging on it. he gets the message and looks up at you, voice muffled. “hm, baby? are you ready for my cock?” his hands squeeze your thighs so firmly that you were sure more bruises would appear in the morning. you find yourself not caring.

“mhm,” you whimper, “please fuck me, satoru.”

that’s the only incentive he needs before he’s quickly back on his feet, tugging his jeans and boxers down his waist while your trembling hands pull at his jacket to keep yourself steady. After a bit of fumbling and an impatient growl, he’s naked from the waist down and his throbbing cock stands in all its glory, the mushroom tip an angry red as precum drips from it. you feel your panties try and cling to you as he tugs them off, the lacy fabric hanging from your ankle.

you lean down and start to pump his length in your hand, a low groan leaving his parted lips. his precum covers him in a shiny coating and it slips between your fingers easily as you squeeze your hand into a tight fist. satoru’s eyes open wide before he shoves your hand away and lines up with your entrance. “as good as you are at that, i’m not cumming in your hand today.”

your kisses are rough and sloppy, both of you more excited for the main event instead of tasting you on your tongues. satoru murmurs something about a pill against your lips and you nod quickly as a way of confirmation. he teases your entrance with his tip, grinding against your folds languidly to collect you wetness.

when he finally thrusts himself inside of you. gasps of relief leave both of your mouths. he’s gracious enough to let you adjust to his size before you whimper and try to move your hips in desperation. “please.”

satoru’s initial thrusts are rough and unrelenting, your back slamming into the wall and knocking the air out of you with each strangled moan that falls from your lips.

“fuck you feel so fucking tight,” he curses, his hands gripping your thighs so hard that hard red crescent lines start to appear on your skin. "did seiji’s loser ass not fuck you right?"

you hadn’t slept with anyone since you and seiji stopped speaking, but the stretch you feel is different from before. you swear you can feel each drag of his cock, the tip of him hitting deeper than anyone has ever gone. it leaves you a complete and total mess as you whine and beg for him to go harder and faster.

satoru immediately covers your mouth with his hand, pressing his body against yours. the contact is hard enough that your lips sting.

“well aren’t you a loud bitch,” he teases, “wouldn’t want to be caught getting fucked in a closet would you, princess?”

“i hope i do,” you say as malicious intent starts to build up in your eyes. “maybe mommy and daddy will finally cut you off.” you look at him, face scrunched up in pure pleasure. his white hair is sticking to his forehead and his cheeks are flushed. he presses his face into the crook of your neck, hot skin on skin as his hand shifts to hook under your knee, pressing you impossibly close as he drills into your tight hole.

the steady pat pat pat of his balls slapping against your ass is hypnotic and you feel dizzy as sweat drops down your back and teases your skin. his body heat along with the extra clothing surrounding you was suffocating in the best way.

“i’ve w–wanted to fuck you ever since i first laid eyes on you,” he says, his lips now pressing against your ear as best as he could with your body constantly being pushed up into the wall, “you knew it too – shit – used to wear those slutty fucking skirts around me.”

his words alone cause a familiar tightness in the lower area of your stomach and your need for release grows. you mumble against his palm, the skin smeared with your makeup. “n–no! i wasn’t–!”

“you’re still gonna deny it? when i’m inside you – about to fill you up with my spunk? how cruel.”

you can’t focus, can’t breathe as you cling to him even harder than you were before. “i–i c–can’t.”

if you knew him better, you’d feel the way his body sags at your confession. satoru grips your chin so that your eyes are on him. “then tell me i’m better than him.”

“you are. y–you’re better.”

“louder.”

“y-you’re b–better!”

he lets out a hum of approval, the hand gripping your chin reaching down to quickly rub against your clit in hurried wet movements. you spasm against him, almost falling over the edge. “that’s right. cum for me, princess. cum all over my cock. show me what i’ve been missing out on.” his thrusts start to become less controlled and erratic, curses falling from satoru’s lips as his own high approaches.

you let go then, your orgasm hitting you hard as you chant what sounds like his name but comes out in strangled gasps. your walls clamp around him as you cum and satoru’s breaths become shaky. “fuck yeah! that’s my girl, keep cumming for me,” he hisses through clenched teeth, continuing to pump into your thoroughly used body to chase his orgasm.

your hands are barely able to hold onto his shoulders as moans and whimpers leave your lips. you’re the perfect little fuck doll, pliant and satiated. a deep growl comes from his mouth, cock twitching inside of you before he cums － filling you to the brim with ropes of white that just barely manage to not spill out of you if not for him fucking it back in.

satoru rests his damp forehead against yours, both of you panting against each other’s mouths. with a chaste kiss pressed against your lips, he holds you tighter against him, pulling you in close since your trembling legs couldn’t support themselves. “i fucking hate you,” you say, whimpering as he thrusts into your sensitive cunt yet again as punishment. some of his cum spills between your thighs and hits the floor. he kisses your cheek so… gently.

“the feeling is mutual,” he says, though you can hear the smirk in his voice. just as you’re about to respond, the closet door opens and you freeze completely. the coats were bulky enough to cover you both, but you were almost certain that whoever had come in could see the tips of satoru’s stark white hair. you were proven wrong, thankfully, when they casually grabbed their jacket and left the closet without comment.

“put me down,” you whisper, and he surprisingly obliges without much pushback. you grab your panties from where they’ve fallen to the ground to tug them back on, right as you are about to do so, you feel satoru’s lips press against your left asscheek. you yelp, pulling away before he swiftly grabs you again.

“relax,” you hear from behind you, shivering as you feel the warmth of his cum dripping from your folds.

his hands massage and kiss your reddened cheeks, licking and sucking on the skin. this is so embarrassing and weirdly intimate, especially when he turns you around to face him. “wanna clean you up,” he murmurs, “i’ll be gentle.”

you feel heat rush to your cheeks, glad he isn’t able to see how flustered you’ve become. maybe it’s the afterglow, but you lean back against the door and spread yourself open for him.

satoru’s lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, leaning in to lick a stripe up your entrance and to your clit. you whimper at the same time he does. “so fucking good,” he praises, moving to the junction between your thigh and pussy and even licking the soft flesh of your inner thighs. fuck, this was too much for you.

“why so embarrassed?” he teases, “seiji never do something like this?

“don’t talk about him,” you chastise, feeling another orgasm building despite the way you try to hold it back.

“why?” you see a hint of white in his mouth and you clench around nothing, “feelin’ guilty?” you whimper, and cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

“‘toru i–“ you feel him smirk at the nickname. that was new. “i think i’m gonna–!”

“do it,” he moans, “give me one more, baby.”

and you do, this orgasm more intense than the last as it sends chills up your spine. before you can warn him, you’re gushing in satoru’s mouth. he moves quickly to drink it in but your release still leaks onto his face and chest, some of it getting on the ground and dripping between your thighs.

“look at you,” he says in awe, “fuck, you’re perfect. such a good girl when you want to be.”

you quickly shove his face away in annoyance, embarrassed at the realization that he made you squirt for the first time. you pull down your skirt so that it covers your legs again and grab your phone that seems to have fallen during your activities. “if you tell anyone about this, satoru—“

“what happened to ‘toru?” he pouts.

“if you fucking tell anyone, i swear that you’ll regret it.”

he sighs, exasperated, the belt buckle of his jeans in his hands as he tugs them back over his ass. the same smirk from earlier is gone as he meets your gaze. his eyes are blank, more than you’ve ever seen them. he’s frowning at you, as if he had any room to feel used in this situation.

what did he expect? even without your other half, you are still golden. your hands are gentle and tender, made for holding and caressing and healing, not like his calloused fingers made for taking, made for hurting and making crescent moons in his palms. made for pocketing your pretty panties while you’re distracted.

“don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll keep quiet.”

note: lol hey. i originally wrote this for a different character but i realized that i don’t really like them much anymore. that being said, i changed it to satoru! i think he fits nicely. i also have him scarred in this fic because idk i think he looks sexy that way. thanks for reading.

TODOROSIE. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.

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chargeeboltz · 8 months

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"don't make fun of me but..." you start, which already puts you at a loss as your friend looks up from her book, then stifles a laugh once she catches your exasperated expression. you trail off, deciding not to say more, then rub your temples, and she pouts.

"keep going," she insists. by now she's closed her book and is taking a few notes in a notebook, legs cross-legged on the bench as she sits beside you. you're out in the park, per her request for you to get at least an hour of sun all day, and the sun really is overhead beating, but the shade does provide you some solace. there are a few children playing on a jungle gym across from where the two of you are facing, but you're not really paying too much mind to them - rather, you're thinking about your roommate and the fact that he's been acting strange.

you sigh.

"i'm not exactly sure what the best way to say it is," you start.

"then say it however you can," she says. she takes a sip of her lemonade and you remember that you have a drink too, a peach tea without boba, and reach for yours to buy yourself some time. the condensation of the plastic cup almost makes it slip out of your hand. a lot of things are slipping between your fingers recently, you think.

"does uh..."

"yeah..."

you swallow hard then go ahead.

"is kento seeing someone?"

you pause and she pauses and then she laughs so loud and recklessly that you want to blame satoru for influencing her. she doubles over cackling and you fume, crossing your arms, but you deserve to be made fun of a bit.

"since when do you care what he does?" she asks. "also don't you live together? just ask him."

you purse your lips.

"if i ask, it has the implication that i'm interested."

"and are you not?" she asks.

the question shouldn't take you off guard, it's the natural course of this type of conversation, but you can feel your cheeks warm.

"if i didn't like him back in high school, why would i like him now?"

she gives you a look and shrugs, and in the look, you recount nearly her entire history with gojo. it's a very loud look and you look away.

"anyway, ken hasn't said anything to me, if that helps." she leans in further as you absorb that information and process why it even bothered you enough to ask. "did you hear anything? do you want to be that person? i can help, you know. i would do an excellent job at selling your good points."

you roll your eyes.

"we didn't meet yesterday so it's not like he doesn't know me. actually, the issue is that our walls are thin. i'm hearing... things."

she blinks.

"what do you mean things?"

your face warms again.

"i've overheard him, a few times... i'm just not sure if he's sexting or what... since it's all of a sudden."

she freezes for a moment, and you're reminded of how cute and innocent-looking she is with doe eyes and round cheeks, but the next thing that comes out of her mouth is far too crass.

"a man is allowing himself a well-deserved nut after a hard day of work and you're being insecure about it?"

"shh! not so loud!!" you hiss, your heart feeling like it will stop as you look around the area to make sure no kids overheard. her eyes twinkle as she leans him.

"if you're so concerned, then take care of him yourself!"

"___!"

"you don't have to be a thing, you can stay friends, but clearly you want to, unless you wouldn't be here pressing your knees together in public and asking me about it."

you blink, dumbfounded, but she's right.

perhaps.

you give it a little more thought on your way home, and when you stumble into him on your way back in the hallway, an unintentional dance to the left and to the right before he stops and allows you to step around him, you try to stop thinking about last night's moans and/or how he'd feel inside you.

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chargeeboltz · 8 months

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“you’re a killer and im your best friend / I think it’s unfair, your situation” satosugu

#satosugu #satoru #suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo #gojo satoru #geto suguru

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chargeeboltz · 8 months

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ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE┊ despite what’s written on the bathroom stalls, twenty-three year old gojo satoru, is a virgin. this was a well kept secret until he made a drunken social media post spilling his dirty laundry. worried about his standing in the university hierarchy — satoru turns to you, his oldest friend, to save his social life. how? by taking his virginity, of course.

content: a college au, angst if you squint, smut and fluff. gojo being an oblivious dork, afab!reader x gojo satoru, piv sex, fingering, cunnilingus, a brief conversation regarding consent, no power dynamics, reader is called (hot, baby, sweatheart, is shorter than gojo.) all lowercase. word count: 10k

satoru guesses it is nearly five in the morning when his phone chimes three times in quick succession. he immediately regrets choosing a quacking duck as his notification tone, waking with a start and banging the top of his head against his coffee table.

the vibrations occur no more than seconds apart, the screen lighting up each time and nearly blinding him from its place on the floor; propped against one of the legs of the violent table. his body is awkwardly contorted, head turned in its direction.

satoru lifts up his head to glance at it — squinting in pain as he tries to focus on the kanji. It darkens before he can see who woke him and he turns up his nose in annoyance when he notices the cracked upper corner of his very expensive cell phone. he runs the heel of his hand roughly against his eyes, wiping the crusted edges in an attempt to clear his blurry vision.

despite not being fully coherent, satoru can tell that he’s hungover. his memory is hazy at best but some of it comes back in short flashes; being at the bar with nanami, drunken coin fumbling to buy another round of shots, someone tossing him on his living room floor and ruining his favorite shirt.

his white leather ottoman is bowing in the middle, obviously broken. the minibar is ransacked and the floor is covered with remnants of the night before: empty beer cans, a plate of chicken bones, a cowboy hat, half-eaten skinless mangos, his favorite jacket, a plastic battle ax, etc.

snoring on the couch and wearing only jeans and one sock, the words MUNCH written in sharpie across his forehead, is geto suguru. a cat that satoru assumes is his now, struts across the top of the couch until it reaches a plastic cup blocking its path.

recognizing the obstruction, the feline slaps it off the side and the cup hits suguru in the face. hard. stale saké splashes all over him and he jerks awake before falling directly onto the pile of beer cans on the floor. the black sharpie starts to drip down his forehead in jagged lines that look almost like stitches.

“oh shit,” he groans, strands of black hair falling out of his top knot and into his eyes. “what the hell happened last night?”

satoru goes to shake his head, but the heaviness of it makes him nauseous. he glances over at his friend and then down at himself. “pajama party?” he lays in the same position he originally slept in and the same white button up he remembers wearing (albeit with a few buttons missing).

the two men groan in unison, satoru lifting himself up and using his now broken leather furniture for leverage. vertigo hits him hard and black dots are on the edge of his vision, but he’s able to stumble his way into his kitchen while keeping hold of the contents of his stomach. on his marble countertop are painkillers, candies that he’s sure are from his pantry, and a note. it reads: try not to black out again. you almost killed me for attempting to put you in bed.

satoru raises a brow, recognizing his friend’s font-like handwriting well. how sweet of nanami to look out for them in this way! he makes a mental note to tease him about it later.

satoru pops a candy in his mouth, the hard sugary treat clacking against his teeth. he scrolls down on a search engine for hangover remedies and just as he learns that sugar is apparently not what he should be having (oops?) a new notification appears, grouping with the three from earlier:

INU_NOT_YASHA liked your post.

the notification itself wouldn’t be so strange if it weren’t inumaki that liked his post. he rarely ever saw the underclassman on the app (and if he did it was watching slime making videos.) satoru can hear the rustling of beer cans as suguru must be removing himself from the floor now, too. another notification comes up and then another:

JLAWFAN39 liked your post

JLAWFAN39 commented on your post: woah gojo-senpai you’re way braver than me. why were your nipples out btw? ://

satoru raises an eyebrow. he hadn’t posted a shirtless picture in… like three days. (a new record) he goes to respond to the comment and defend his honor, but the next one makes him pause.

NANAMI.KENTOBOX commented on your post: he insisted that they needed to “air out.”

nanami often preached about how much he hated social media, how the instagram account he had was purely for convenience. what would have caused him to comment on one of satoru’s posts? he never had before.

satoru taps on the notification then, wanting to know what the fuss was all about, especially since he was the topic of conversation. what he finds makes him almost drop his phone in the sink.

for starters, he had posted six images at once (which did not fit the minimalist aesthetic he’d curated over the past two years.) one photo is of him, suguru, and nanami in the bar. the more stoic man is begrudgingly standing with his arms crossed. from there, each picture gets progressively more raunchy. until the very last one, a recorded video, starts to play.

it’s definitely him, pulling at his own button up in an attempt to flash the camera. nanami is heard sighing in the background and geto is making weird mouth sounds at what satoru assumes is the mystery cat. “could you at least give me a warning before you strip?” the blonde man chastises. satoru can hear the sound of him rummaging through his kitchen cabinets.

video satoru lets out a laugh, throwing himself back on the living room floor with the phone raised over him. there’s a thick thud where his head connects to the ground, one that makes both suguru and nanami wince. “ouch!” he whines, pouting at the camera and using his free hand to rub the sore spot on his head. his cheeks are red and his eyes are almost closed, obviously intoxicated.

“i’m soooo lonely, guys. who wants to come keep me company?” satoru instantly cringes at himself. this was definitely embarrassing (and explained the 200 followers he’d dropped in the span of only a few hours) but not enough for him to be concerned, right?

video satoru gets a faraway look in his eyes, the kind that says he’s about to either burst into song or is very deep in his feelings. “don’t any of you get jealous, okay? i’m just kidding! i wouldn't please you, anyway. i don’t have the experience.” satoru sees his past self start to tear up and suddenly, he remembers the feeling of laying on his expensive rug and feeling the cool air riddle his chest with goosebumps. he also remembers what he says next for all 4,000 3800 of his followers to see:

“being a virgin fucking blows.”

and there it is on the internet forever. his biggest secret. something that only one other person knew about until now, broadcasted on his most used social media platform. shit. shit!

suguru has managed to lift himself off the floor somehow, making his way over to the kitchen while holding the street cat in both hands. his sock is practically hanging off his foot now, the black ink on his forehead streaky as if someone ferociously tried wiping it off. “don’t look so distraught, satoru. just make another post saying you were drunk.”

satoru gives this some thought but one look at his dms and he knows he won’t be able to salvage this social nose dive. people were blowing him up asking if the post had any truth to it, if he needed a warm body to fill his bed at night. it was all too much, panic starting to set in.

noticing his friend’s genuine distress, suguru raises a brow. slowly, a smirk starts to appear on his face. “wait… is it actually tru-”

“of course not!” satoru interjects, shutting off his phone and flippantly waving a hand in his friend’s direction. he flinches at the volume. “i lost my virginity years ago, you know that. besides,” he grabs the street cat from suguru’s hands and lifts it so that their cheeks are pressed together. “who needs sex when you have this adorable little thing?” the adorable thing in question immediately tries to squirm out of his grasp.

the smirk doesn’t leave suguru’s face and in response he shrugs his shoulders. “alright then, who popped your cherry? you never told me that many details. is it someone we know?”

satoru feels his face redden. “uh, well-”

this is where things get complicated. if he made up a name then suguru would surely grill him on every detail of the encounter, finding holes in his lie. he had to think of someone and fast.

“well?” the dark-haired man presses, lips still curled in amusement.

in satoru’s defense, he was cornered! he couldn’t possibly tell him the truth now, could he? it is a split second decision (the only response he could conjure up) when satoru opens his mouth to say the first name that comes to mind. it is only by pure necessity and recency bias, that it is yours.

judging by the angle of the sunlight filtering in through your cheap blinds, soft yellow that just barely comes over the horizon, it was most definitely too early for you to be awake. you glance over at your alarm clock, the green letters showing that it was without a doubt, too damn early. whoever was pounding at your front door must have wanted a death sentence.

at first, you decide to let their knocking be until they give up, assuming no one was home. one quick glance at the opposite side of your dorm and you see that nobara is nowhere to be found – already up and at her morning class. unfortunately for you, this person was persistent and what was once a pounding of a fist turns into a song of some sort… as if they were entertaining themselves until you decided to stop ignoring them.

you consider your options – one of them being whether or not prison is as horrible as they say – and another debating the logistics of jumping out of a third story window and landing directly on concrete. you roll both options back and forth in your head like a mental tug of war – but right as you are about to decide – the knocking stops.

a sigh escapes you as you roll over onto your side, back facing the window behind you. your eyes close and you nuzzle deeper into the warmth that is your bed. before you can appreciate the sudden silence, the shrill jingle of your cell phone blares to life on your bedside table.

“are you-” you slam your hand down on the device and drag it by its tied charms to your side. you don’t look at the caller id before you swipe to answer and lift the screen to your ear. “fucking kidding me?!”

“i most certainly am not! good morning to you, too by the wa-”

you immediately hang up at the sound of his voice, letting your phone fall onto the ground. you were not letting that string bean ruin your slumber again. the last time you answered this early, he’d been drunk off his ass slurring about something you don’t even remember. not this time! you close your eyes again but the same agitating, grating voice comes out behind a muffled door. it calls out your name in a sing-songy tune, followed by knocks that hit the same melody. “open up,” he sings, “i know you’re in there~!”

you groan loudly into your pillow.

you’ve known gojo satoru long enough to deduce two things about him – he was definitely persistent, and annoyingly patient when he wanted to be. no amount of potential embarrassment could sway him. if you didn’t answer now, he’d knock until your neighbors called the police and you’d have to deal with their nagging for weeks; especially from the two sophomores in 1B, they fucking hated you.

you begrudgingly lift yourself up out of your warm bed and trudge to the door. as soon as you open it a flash of what can only be described as a tall shadow moves past your vision so quickly that you almost get whiplash. “thank god,” a voice you recognize chirps, “it took me forever to even get you to wake up.”

you shut your door and turn around to see none other than gojo satoru, your best friend, dressed in his campus hoodie. the same design of hoodie that you had slept in the night before. he’s as handsome as ever, stark white hair and bright blue eyes covered with thin shades. he smiles at you and you return a frown. it’s only then that you notice the plastic bag in his left hand and the familiar brown label on the bottle that pokes through.

“before you kick my ass, just hear me out. yeah?” he rolls up the sleeves of his hoodie and you try to not let your gaze linger on his forearms. “have a seat. i’m gonna set the table.”

satoru places the bag on the table in question (which is just a desk next to your bed) and grabs you by your shoulders to guide you to sit down in your chair. you comply, your half-asleep state focusing only on the sweet cheese danish he places in front of you along with your favorite bottled coffee drink. he pulls out his own goodies and you raise a brow at the very modest bottle of water.

you see, satoru had a vice. one you had known well after your many years of friendship. every morning, without fail – he’d drink the most sugar-induced, whipped cream, caramel drizzled frappuccino known to man. you’d always tease him and ask how satoru still had all of his teeth and he’d just lick the caramel that dripped on his fingertips and give you an annoyingly handsome smile. for him to drink anything without artificial sugar was concerning, to say the least. he sits on the opposite side of you on your bed and starts to tap his fingertips on the desk. he seemed almost…nervous? you open your coffee, the plastic top cracking under your hand.

“so,” you lift the bottle to your lips, “was starbucks closed or something–?”

“i want you to take my virginity.”

you choke on your coffee mid-sip, sputtering as you try to repress a coughing fit. it takes you a moment for you to catch your bearings, grabbing a packed napkin from the bag and pressing it against your now stained hoodie. “shit–! ‘toru, what?”

satoru lays down with his legs spread out in front of him and his elbows keeping him up; the sheets moving beneath him. you can tell by the gleam in his eyes that he’s dead serious. frighteningly so. “i want you to take my virginity! pop my cherry. steal my virtue–“

“stop!” you interrupt him, hand lifting up in front of you as the other places a now soiled napkin on the table. “please, don’t elaborate, satoru.” you press two fingers on the bridge of your nose and take a moment to collect yourself.

“what do you mean you want me to take your virginity?”

he rolls his eyes at this, sitting up so that one arm supports him. his hand reaches out to grab your discarded stack of napkins, playing with the ends of the paper. “you told me once that people should share their first time with someone they care about, that they trust.” he shrugs his shoulders. “i trust you more than anyone.”

you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “there’s more to it than that, toru.” how could he be so calm about this? “you have to actually love the person to some degree–!”

“who says i don’t love you?”

that makes you pause, lifting your head to make eye contact with the man in front of you. he said it in a way that suggests that it was ridiculous for you to believe otherwise.

exasperated, you sigh through your nose. “satoru, you know what i mean. it’s a different kind of love. you need someone who wants to… i don’t know! build a life with you or something.”

he laughs at this. “right because when you lost your virginity to maki, it was because you were madly in love?”

“that’s not the point.” he raises a white eyebrow.

in a way he’s not entirely wrong, you and maki were dating at the time but you never saw a future with her. when you broke up it was amicable, two people realizing that they just weren’t all that compatible. still, your point stands. you didn’t regret the way you lost your virginity or who you’d lost it to but would the same be said for gojo? could your friendship survive that?

as if sensing that you were thinking entirely too much, a long pale finger flicks your forehead.

“ow!” you instinctively look over at the other side of the room — turning away once you remember that nobara is still out for the day. you can practically feel her eyes burning the side of your head because of the noise.

“pay attention! i’m practically giving you my body on a silver platter and you aren’t even giving me the time of day?” he suddenly hops (or more accurately steps with his long ass legs) to your side of the table and plants himself on nobara’s bed next to you, moving your feet to relax on his lap. “i’m not asking you to give me the most mind blowing experience of my life just… i want to get it over with.”

(somewhere, nobara feels a shiver run down her spine. a great disturbance only caused by gojo satoru.)

you give him the look he hates, the one that says he’s not getting what he wants. “what if this ruins our relationship? i-i have an idea! what if you ask suguru to take your virginity?”

if looks could kill you’d be six feet under. “and get throttled with his bare hands for even asking? besides he’s ugly,” his nose scrunches up in disgust, “you’re hot and like, soft. you exfoliate.”

“gojo satoru–“

“i also might have told him that you took it already.”

that makes you pause. of course he told the second most popular man on campus. “you did fucking what?”

“don’t worry about it! i doubt he believed me!” you give the same look from before. “okay, admittedly i could have framed this conversation better–“

“you think?”

“but… if i were to be with anyone, why wouldn’t it be you?”

you consider this for a moment, covering your face in your hands. maybe if things were simpler, if the two of you were just acquaintances, it would be easier to agree to. but how are you expected to sleep with someone who you’ve known since you were freshmen in high school? you’d helped his mom cook dinner, talked to his dad about the family business even when you had no interest. they were like a second family to you.

you feel a hand grab your wrist and you look up to see the face of a man you know better than anyone, who you would hate to lose. “don’t look so freaked out! i’m not going to force you or anything so... just think about it?”

you sigh but nod your head, ignoring the pounding of your heart. “alright… yeah. i’ll think about it.”

you did not think about it. in fact, you did everything in your power to not think about it. that meant burying yourself in your studies and avoiding gojo satoru at all costs, giving the excuse of being busy every time he tried to meet up.

by the time the two of you left your dorm that day, you’d not only found out why exactly he was in a rush to lose his v-card but that the school was now divided on the legitimacy of gojo’s virginity claims. especially since you were allegedly the one to have taken it. geto suguru made quick work of spreading that fact to anyone who would listen.

on one hand, you were happy that satoru had some of the heat off him but that meant that you were getting dms from people you’d never even spoken to before, asking for you to confirm it. eventually you just went private but that made the rumors spread even more. were you two together? friends with benefits? was it just a one night stand?

after a week of this – you started practically barricading yourself in your dorm room, avoiding not only gojo but anyone else that was trying to get the latest news on your relationship. of course, you could only keep this up for so long, message after message hitting your phone. once from itadori on how to use a rice cooker but mostly from satoru asking if he’d made you uncomfortable or crossed a line.

you would say no, that you just needed to focus on your classes, but he didn’t take that answer — posting sad bart simpson edits on his instagram story to further prove his point. you hated making him feel this way (even if he was being overly dramatic) but you weren’t someone that liked being in the spotlight. satoru had always been popular, adored. you tended to just fade into the background and you liked it that way.

when you try to lift your head, you realize that your face is pressed into the crook of your arm. there’s a blanket draped over you that you don’t recognize and it slips off your shoulders when you start to move from your uncomfortable position at your desk. the blinds of your dorm are open wide enough for pale blue light to peer through them and it blinds you momentarily as your vision clears. the light reflects off of something black and metallic on your right hand, pen stains from last night. gross.

you groan and place your face back into the cocoon your arms have created. you have a class fairly early today but by the color of the sky through your window, that time hasn't come yet. maybe you could get just a few more hours in…

“rise and grind, sleepyhead!" your roommate says way too loudly for the early morning. normally you had no issue getting up, but the cram session from the night before presents itself with the pounding headache you have and the taste of a fruity energy drink on your tongue.

“nobara… as much as i appreciate the positivity,” your words are muffled in your arm, “i’m not exactly in the mood for it today.” you let out a sigh, feeling unreasonably hot all of a sudden. “this week–“

“i know exactly what happened this week. i think the entire campus knows at this point! i mean, jesus, all you've done is sleep.” you and nobara weren’t friends exactly, a frenemies type of relationship if you will, but you could see the obvious concern on her normally stern features, brows furrowed and lips pouty.

she was attractive in an… aggressive way. a cute bobbed haircut and a bright, full laugh so contagious you couldn’t help but smile when you heard it. she was the type of girl to have both men and women alike on their knees.

when you first met nobara she was too focused on flirting with a classmate of yours, and not focused on where she was going. to make a long story short, you both got into an intense screaming match. all of this in the middle of the courtyard, while standing over the box of personal items that you had been carrying to your dorm. it didn’t exactly make things easier for the two of you when you found out that you would spend the entire semester together. satoru had to practically hold you both back so you wouldn’t start throwing blows. she saw you as a clumsy, irritable nuisance and you saw her as an annoying flirt with too much time on her hands.

somehow over the course of time you two had come to a mutual level of understanding and the hostility slowly dissipated from your living space. now, months later, she was one of the few people on campus that you felt comfortable venting to.

you stretch your arms over your head, ignoring the way her eyes peered down at you in what you perceived as pity. “yeah well the entire campus doesn’t know the whole story, do they?” you say with a hint of exasperation in your voice.

she grins. “no, i suppose they don’t.” nobara pulls over her own desk chair as you spin yours around to face her. you tuck your knees up to your chest and she gets comfortable across from you. “tell me everything.”

you proceed to explain the events of the week in vivid detail, making sure to emphasize how mortifying it all truly was. she wasn’t there, so you had to paint a vivid picture. the determined look he had given you, the early morning bed hair he still had. nobara’s nose curls at the sound of satoru’s name and she almost has a heart attack when she realizes he sat on her bed. when you explain exactly what satoru had asked from you, she crosses her arms against her chest and her lips curl up on one side. your voice is soft and your cheeks feel warm. even if your face were stoic as ever right now, your anxious hands were a dead give away to how flustered you were.

“he wants you to take his virginity.” this is a statement, not a question. you nod. “and not only did he lie and tell geto that you already had” you nod again, slower this time. “but you’re considering actually taking up the offer.”

“well – yeah. pretty much.”

nobara shrugs. “honestly, i didn’t think you had it in you but a dirty mind can come from even the most innocent–“

“who says i’m actually going to sleep with him?” you interrupt.

she raises a brow. “you’re not?”

“no! i-i don’t know! maybe?”

nobara’s signature smirk is back and she’s leaning in closer to you, knees knocking against the edge of your chair. “are you positive?” your friend reaches behind you and grabs one of the sticky notes off your desk. in barely legible writing it reads your first name and then the last, replaced with gojo instead of your own. shit.

it was a joke the two of you made after a long night of studying. nobara had made a comment about how you had a crush on your longtime friend and you didn’t exactly deny it. “gojo isn’t that bad of a family name. if gojo ever gives you the opportunity, fuck him. hell, you can even marry him if you’re feeling bold! do that thing that americans do where you take his last name.”

you had laughed it off, even though at the time you had been completely committed to maki. it was supposed to be a joke, a little thing between the two of you. now, many months later, it’s obvious you weren’t the only one who remembered that conversation.

“i knew you had some type of feelings for him!” she whisper-yells, “is that why you’re so scared to go through with it?”

you can’t help the way your lips twitch downwards, breaking your stoic appearance. nobara knew you better than you thought. it was equally flattering and annoying. “fine,” you huff, “you got me. is this the part where you tell me that i’m gonna get my heart broken? that i should have told him how i felt months ago?”

nobara shakes her head. “obviously not. this is the part where i say that as your friend, i want what’s best for you.” she leans in impossibly close now, her hands resting against the arms of your chair. you stare into her eyes and the glossy brown color stares right back at you.

“maybe the only way you’ll get over this little crush is by testing out the merchandise or maybe he just feels the same way!” she pauses and you see her dark eyes narrow with mischief. “besides, you’re practically attached at the hip anyway. he’s come to check on you ten times in the last four days.”

you think of the days this week that you’ve hidden behind the door as nobara rattled off an excuse for you, saying that you’d gone to the library or to visit a professor. the times you’d seen him in a hall and took a detour around campus just to avoid awkward conversation. if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t being entirely fair to him.

“yeah, yeah i get it. i’ll talk to him.” you lift your hands in defeat, ignoring the way she practically shakes from excitement.

“thank god! do me a favor ‘n fuck him dumb so that he forgets how to speak, yeah?”

you only shove her away, her laugh filling the room as you turn around to grab your cell phone from your night stand. you turn it on and see a slew of messages:

[12:00 am] toru: u know things are bad when im up this late

[12:30 am] toru: i know ur awake :((

[12:57 am] toru: or maybe you arent? ur dorm light was on earlier

[1:25 am] toru: that sounds so creepy i was just walking by :((( 🙏🏻!!

[1:30 am] toru: i miss you

you let out a chuckle but it comes out more sad than you mean for it to. you missed your friend just as much as he seems to have missed you.

[7:45 am] you: meet me at our place after class?

you don’t expect a response to come so quickly, the vibration going off before you can even fully place your phone back on the table.

[7:46 am] toru: i’ll be there.

the sharp crunch of torn flesh clear in your ears, the salty juices coating your lips and tingling from spicy red pepper flakes. your plate of chicken is practically empty and you sigh in content as you place down your final bone and wipe your mouth. satoru is sat beside you and for the first time since this whole fiasco you actually see a hint of a smile on his face, watching you enjoy your meal with his own plate nearly empty.

you’re currently sat next to each other in the busy restaurant. everyone who had gotten off of school or work stopped by on their commute home and now it’s so packed that the two of you have no choice but to share a small booth area in the corner. to anyone looking on, you seemed like a normal couple sharing a meal after a long day. it was nice, comforting even, to imagine.

you’re staring down at your plate still, contemplating whether or not you want to order another round. your fingers tap on the table, the surface dented slightly from drunken toasts and sticky with cheap cleaning solution.

you feel a wave of air in front of your face and satoru is looking at you with the same sly grin. he looks so natural like this, warmth radiating from the hand he raised in front of you to get your attention.

“are you sure you don’t want to eat the bones, too? maybe suck on the marrow?”

you take a sip of your drink and roll your eyes at him. “laugh all you want but i’m trying to compensate for a week of surviving off of granola bars and gatorade.”

at the sound of your eating habits, he frowns and you wonder if making that comment was a mistake.

“and why would you do that?”

you shrug a little and play with the bracelet on your wrist, one he gave you only a few birthdays ago. “i wasn’t exactly worried about my eating habits. this semester has been draining me so i’ve been preoccupied and everyone is up my ass about you, if you’ve forgotten.”

“oh, i haven’t forgotten. i guess i just… started drowing it out? maybe we should just try not to care what other people think about our relationship. it’s just college – none of this will even matter in a few years!”

you raise a brow at him.

“that’s rich coming from you,” you say, leaning in closer to the man next to you, “all you’ve cared about for the past few years is how everyone else perceives you! who cares if you’re a virgin? are you supposed to be some type of playboy because you’re pretty?”

he smiles at you and you immediately regret your choice of words. “you think i’m pretty?”

“objectively,“ you interject, “you are objectively pretty.”

“but i’m still pretty–“

“can you be serious for once in your life?”

“not a chance!”

you lean back so that your head is against the booth. “you’re stalling.”

“and you’re letting me.”

you close your eyes (hoping that if you couldn’t see him he’d just disappear) and get even more comfortable in the booth. you two were fairly far away from the rest of the afternoon crowd, the sound of moving plates and chatter filling your mind. you feel at peace sitting in the muffled silence, even though you know that satoru is watching you expectantly. you set up the meeting after all and he’d already said his piece.

you open your eyes and look into satoru’s very blue ones. they’re mesmerizing, a bit frightening if you didn’t know the person behind them.

“so…why’d you ask me? to… take it, i mean. was i just the easiest option?”

for the first time in the years you have known satoru, he looks genuinely taken aback. maybe because you sprung this all on him suddenly. your mood had been a little sour ever since you guys originally met up so this should have been expected.

he opens his mouth to speak but closes it again and you see his internal battle right in front of your eyes. “you aren’t the easiest option at all.” he murmurs, voice so low you almost missed it.

“what?”

“i didn’t ask you to fuck me because i thought you were easy. i guess i just wanted you.” you can practically see his jaw struggle to move, as if getting the words out were painful. for a man that was usually so confident to feel any type of timidity…

now it’s your turn to be confused. “satoru, what the hell are you talking about?“

“just please, listen. can you do that for me?”

you nod, trying your best to follow directions and let him speak.

with a deep sigh, satoru looks more tired than he did earlier. you miss that warmth already. “i’m not exactly the best when it comes to not fucking up my relationships with people,” he thinks this part over a bit more, “hell if i know what a real relationship is even supposed to be like. what i do know is that it isn’t whatever i’d find with someone else so… i wanted to try it with you. maybe i saw this as an opportunity to eventually get there? i promise i never meant for any of this to happen, but i panicked. then you started avoiding me and i felt awful. i thought that i ruined everything.”

out of all the things he could have said, you weren’t prepared for this.

“i guess i never expected you to not be around. we’re almost always together! and yes, i was being childish and maybe even a little selfish but… i really didn’t mean to hurt you. you have to know that.” he pouts a little as he says this and you try to ignore how soft his lips look.

“are you mad at me?” you ask.

his expression turns sour, eyes dramatically wide. “no! i’m mad at myself. i shouldn’t have put you in this situation. it’s not your responsibility to make me feel better about something i caused. that would be gaslighting… is that the word for it?”

you stifle a laugh but nod. “yeah, that’s the word, toru.”

“look,” he starts, “i’m tired of pretending we’re strangers and walking around campus like a lost puppy. think of this as a sorry and a thank you for dealing with all my bullshit for the past few years.”

you know he’s serious. can see it in the way he looks at you and the way his eyes shimmer with a certain fire. you’re so used to seeing satoru as this goofy man who you managed to tolerate for the sake of your friendship. someone that you occasionally thought of on nights when you were particularly lonely. now all you see is just how appealing he looks with his pouty pink lips and pretty hair tickling his forehead. you wanted to run your hands through it and—

“—pull my head out of my ass or he would.”

you blink. “what?”

“you are really distracted today. when i talked to nanami about everything he said i had to pull my head out of my ass or he would.”

this was not the time for you to be drooling over him, not with so many people around.

satoru places a hand on the bare skin of your arm, squeezing the flesh gently before rubbing his thumb over it in small circles. “anyway, i know that it’s a lot to process at once but i’m really just offering here. do you… want to try being with me?”

you stare at him for a while but realize the heat of his hand is distracting you. your own hand reaches up to move his off of your arm, but he catches it and places it against his cheek firmly. satoru leans into your touch and hesitantly turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand. he doesn’t miss the way your pulse quickens when he starts to kiss down your wrist.

“you make a good offer, but i think there’s something i want to add.” you lean in to him to feel his warmth again, so close now that your lips graze his other cheek. you hear his breath quicken but he recovers with a small laugh.

“really now?” you can hear the smile in his voice, softer now.

you hum in response, your hand drifting down from his cheek to his chin, shifting a blue gaze to yours. “do you wanna get out of here, toru?”

and it's here in this tiny booth, fingertips pressed against his smooth skin, that you decide to take the leap.

because if gojo satoru wanted his first time to be special — to be with you of all people — then fuck, it was going to be.

satoru is panicking. you can see it in the way that he fidgets with the contents of the bag, reading the labels carefully to make sure he grabbed the right items. you’re sat on his bed, criss-crossed in front of him and everything he’d dumped on the duvet. condoms, lube, water bottles, a bag of candy. everything you’d need for what was to happen next.

he’d already spent fifteen minutes on the phone with you at the store asking what kind of condoms you preferred and if a certain lube was better than the other. the attentive, albeit sometimes annoying personality you’d become accustomed to.

you try to ignore the tremble in his hand and the hard swallow he does before he speaks. “so, uhm. i didn’t get water based like you said but i have it in my bathroom if you change your mind.”

you smile at him. “toru, this is fine. perfect actually.”

“are you sure? i don’t want to hurt you–“

“you won’t. i’m not the virgin here, you are.”

“still–“

“satoru.” you places your hands on his, rubbing soothing circles on his skin. “please, i need you to relax. i’ll tell you if something feels wrong, don’t stress yourself out.”

he nods before letting out a small laugh at himself. “i don’t know why i’m so nervous.”

you place the items back in the bag, leaving the condoms and lube on the bedside table. “let’s try and loosen you up then, yeah?”

you tug on his hand so that he moves forward. satoru follows you as you guide him to rest against the headboard and you sit patiently between his thighs. “okay, so we should express some boundaries before we start, yeah?”

satoru nods and tilts his head a little to the side, you can’t help but be reminded of the cat you just met that’s currently resting in the living room. apparently, he named her candy bag. he has no idea where she came from.

“first, i want you to know that we can stop whenever you want–“

“trust me i’m not–“ he interjects.

“if you do, though. we’ll use the stoplight system. red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for keep going. understood?”

gojo nods, not realizing that he’s gripping the sheets with his hands. “yeah, i got it. could you... not call me like daddy or anything like that? at least not yet. i’d like it more if you called me nice things or my name.”

“bold of you to assume it’ll be that good.”

“i’m aiming to please.”

“i’m sure you are. but, nice things?” you tease with a small smirk, “like what?”

he shifts under you and you see a rising blush against his cheeks. “you know, like baby or that name you call me– ‘toru. something like that.”

you nod. “alright, i can do that. for me uh, don’t push my head down at any point, okay? it sort of freaks me out.”

he gives you a shocked look and you realize that the implication of what you said just hit him. “what?” you awkwardly scratch the back of your neck, “i’m going to at least try to make you feel good.”

satoru smiles at you and his grip on the sheets loosens. “i’m not complaining, just surprised. i guess.”

you roll your eyes. “just lean back, idiot.”

knowing that the conversation has come to an end, you move to straddle satoru’s hips. there’s a warmth where he automatically rests his hands on you, fitting against your hips perfectly. “that feels nice,” you praise. he fails to hide the way he preens underneath you. you make note of it for later.

you lean in close, your breaths mingling and chests almost touching. satoru lets out a shaky breath and you gently cup his cheeks. “can i kiss you, toru?” he gives you the smallest of smiles but nods, still a little tense.

first you press a kiss to his cheek and then to the corner of his mouth. “relax, sweetheart… touch me.” and he does, his hands gently trailing up your spine and down to the dip of your back. you kiss him then, soft pecks that soon turn deeper as you lips mold together.

he’s a good kisser, almost too good with the way you forget what you’re doing. his tongue is hot and experienced, curling against your own. his teeth nibble at your bottom lip, sucking the flesh into his mouth with a groan. without even realizing it, you’ve started to move against his slowly growing bulge, gasping as you feel a familiar throbbing, aching arousal between your thighs.

satoru moves his hands lower to cup your ass, hovering before he gets to the swell of it. “go ahead,” you say, “i want you to touch me.”

with a firm squeeze of his hands, satoru presses you closer and grinds your front against his own. it’s in this moment that you hear him moan for the first time. it’s a low and breathy sound but now you want to pull every noise from him. you want to hear the deep ones from his chest that you would fantasize about on nights when you were alone – fucking yourself on the silicone toy you kept under your bed. you pull away from him and satoru looks dazed.

“i wanna put my mouth on you,” you pant, “can i?”

it takes him a moment to realize what you’re asking and then he’s nodding and looking down at the bulge of his pants. you lift yourself up from his legs and grip onto his sweatpants. “just so you know,” he starts as you tug his pants down, “i’m actually pretty big so just be careful to not hurt yourself–“ he gasps at the feeling of you palming him over his boxers. a shudder moving down his spine when you start to fondle his balls.

“f-fuck okay that for sure feels different when someone else is doing it.” you can’t help but laugh and he rolls his eyes at you. “stop making fun of me, i’m in a very vulnerable state right now!”

your fingertips graze his waistband and start to tug down. even though he has already consented, you glance up at him anyway for approval. when he slowly nods, you finally pull his cock free from its place under his boxers and hold in your gasp.

you would not give him the satisfaction… but, fuck was he pretty. he wasn’t very thick but he was long. soft pale skin until it reached the thick blushed tip. he had a bit of a curve and twitched every time the cold air hit him.

satoru watches as you take him in and feels something stir in his chest. he liked the way you gawked at him, your mouth hovering just barely an inch away and teasingly puffing warm breaths against his already sensitive length.

you examine him more, wanting to see him squirm for a little while longer. and when you finally lean in, it’s to press your tongue to the underside of his clock and drag it up until you reach the tip. satoru let’s out a strangled moan, trying his hardest not to buck his hips into you. you take him in your mouth and use a hand to hold his hip, immediately dropping yourself lower until he hits the back of your throat and his trimmed pubic hair tickles your nose. “f-fuck!” he moans, a hand gripping your shoulder. “baby, shit- slow down or i’m gonna cum before we’ve even started.”

you slowly pull yourself up, tongue smoothing around his tip as he lets out another pretty sound. you decide then that you want to hear it again and reach out a hand to cup his balls. his grip on your shoulder tightens as you move faster, bobbing your head around him as saliva collects in your mouth. “you can take it,” you say with a mouth full of cock, pulling yourself up briefly to speak. “just enjoy it, ‘toru.”

and enjoy it he does, releasing his grip on your shoulder so that he can caress your hair. he makes sure not to pull or tangle his fingers in it for fear of hurting you, just gently feeling your pretty strands against his palm.

“fuck, you’re perfect.” he praises, “i knew you’d be perfect.” when you start to rub your thighs together against the bed, it’s hard for him not to notice.

“i’m a fast learner, you know. y-you can teach me what to do. how to – ah – make you feel good. do you want that?”

you respond by squeezing his balls and satoru jumps, his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. he puts his hand on the nape of your neck and rubs the skin as a way of apology. you lift your head and smile at him.

“you taste good,” you murmur, your lips slick with saliva and precum. satoru thinks he might pass away from the sight. you tug on his shirt, and satoru quickly yanks it off with one arm to toss on the floor. he’s always been thin but it’s only now that you see his toned muscle, the hard contours of his stomach and chest.

following his lead, you reach to tug off your clothes but satoru places his hands over yours. “wait,” he moves them away and grips the hem of your favorite sweatshirt, “i’ve always wanted to take this off you. can i?”

you smile and tilt your head a bit. “always, huh?”

he playfully shoves your shoulder. “shut the hell up. lay back.”

you follow directions, back firmly against the large bed as he pulls your sweatshirt from your head. you aren’t wearing anything underneath and he stares at your breasts in what could only be described as awe. you lift your arms to cover yourself, but satoru is faster. his hands move yours to your sides and he situates himself between your legs. “stay still.” he demands, and you do as you’re told.

he’s deliberate in the way he removes the rest of your clothes, making sure to rub his hands together first so that they don’t feel icy against your skin, pressing kisses against your thighs as he situates himself between your legs. you have half a mind to clamp them shut as he gets unbearably close to where you want him most. “so wet,” he murmurs, glancing up at you in surprise. “i didn’t even touch you.”

you feel heat rising up your neck and face, hoping the darkness concealed the embarrassment on your face. “didn’t have to.”

trying his best (and failing) to hide how pleased he was in himself, satoru reaches over to the bedside table and squirts some of lube on his fingers. he looks up at you for guidance.

“rub them together, warm it up a little,” he nods and you see the slickness seeping in between his long (and recently clipped) fingers.

you show him with your own fingers how to touch you. “use your pointer finger first and then slowly ease into me, okay? take your time but don’t be afraid to tell me if you’re lost.”

satoru’s listens intently, for once not joking as his pointer finger enters your already dripping hole with ease. you make sure to relax further and nod as he starts to gently thrust it into you. “good job, baby, you’re doing so well.”

his fingers are so long that you start to feel a bit of sweat on your brow, you want him to touch the most sensitive part of you, to have you shaking and crying on his cock, but you knew that this wasn’t the time yet. patience was key.

he makes sure to ask you if you’re okay as he adds more fingers, your gentle encouragement turning into pleas. when he leans in to gently stimulate your clit with his tongue, you let out a whimper. “am i doing a good job?” he asks, words muffled as his mouth suckles and licks at your sensitive clit.

you whine, the pace of his fingers quickening after what feels like hours of him easing you open. “fuck, you’re doing so good. keep going, ‘toru.”

the inclusion of his mouth on you is almost overwhelming. you’re surprised that he was doing so well despite having only porn for reference. you know he’s being thorough but it’s hard to keep yourself from pushing him down and taking what you want.

satoru can feel you tighten around him. your moans causing his cock to twitch against the sheets. he needs you, craves you. “baby,” he leans up so that you are face to face, “i want to be inside you now. is that okay?”

you nod your head so quickly he laughs at you. “someone’s eager.”

“shut up and just do it already.” you pout, but he kisses it off your face. partially because he wants to taste you again, and also to distract you from the feeling of his fingers pulling out of you.

“can i ask you for something?” he murmurs, gently biting on your bottom lip and pulling it into his mouth.

“hm?” you murmur against his mouth, “what is it?”

“i want you to ride me,” he says, kissing down to the spot where your shoulder and neck meet. his kisses become rougher, for sure leaving marks on your skin. “i wanna watch you bouncing on top of me, wanna see you make a mess while i’m buried inside you. you can say no but i think i’ve touched myself to the thought too many times to not ask.”

you feel your heart jump to your stomach. “you… thought about me?”

“i still think about you. i know you think about me, too.”

you decide to not engage, ignoring the sudden desire to confess something to him. “get on your back then.” you say, pushing into his ribs so that he’d roll over to the side. he looks so pretty like this, lips all red and puffy. you position yourself over him and satoru runs his hands up your stomach.

“hold me for a sec,” you say, grabbing the box of condoms once he has a steady hold on you. you tear open the packaging and ease it on his extremely hard length. he winces as your hand grips him as it goes down but once it seems to be properly secured, you grab some more lube and squeeze it onto him.

you position yourself on top and line his tip up with your hole. for a moment, you see a look of anxiety in his eyes but it quickly turns into determination. “what’s your color, toru?” you ask, your hand moving to brush some of the hair from his face.

“green. definitely fucking green.”

you feel his grip on your hips tighten and you ease yourself down on his length. he tenses up once he feels the first squeeze of you around him but as you slowly sink down his grip on you tightens and he forgets how to breathe. “h-holy shit why are you so tight?”

you let your hands rest on his chest as you catch your breath, you realize how thankful you are for the prep from before when you shiver at the feeling of him twitching inside you. “c-can i move?” you whimper, feeling his grip release just a bit.

satoru nods his head and you feel him helping you lift yourself up and then back down again, sucking him in from the tip and back down to the base. he lets out a guttural moan that you feel rumble in his chest. he looks up at you with an expression you’ve never seen before.

“faster,” he breathes out, “fuck me faster.”

“s-satoru!” you moan, burying your face in his neck as you grind your hips against him.

“wrap your arms around me. i want to try something.” your arms loop around his neck and he plants his feet into the mattress. before you can process the change, he starts to thrust into you at a brutal pace, the air in your lungs leaving you with each thrust. it isn’t perfect and it takes a moment for him to get a solid rhythm but once he does you feel yourself relinquish control.

your mouth falls open as you pant into his skin — a thin layer of sweat sticking your bodies together. you feel a familiar pressure between your legs and try your best to warn him. “baby i–“

“you’re squeezing me so tight. are you gonna, oh fuck–!” you can’t stop yourself from cumming against him, your release pouring out of you and dripping down on his cock as he continues to fuck your tight hole. the mixture of cum and lube sticky and matting the hair at his finely trimmed base. satoru’s thrusts get sloppy and hurried, his grip on you keeping you from moving away. but you have no intention of running from him.

“t-too t-tight. gonna cum–!”

satoru’s releases into the condom, his hips jolting with each thick spurt. his pace slows as you whine and whimper against his chest. your fucked out body barely registering the hot, sticky mess between you two. “sorry, i think i might have scratched you,” you whisper, finger grazing over a red line in his shoulder.

“it’s alright… just lay here with me for a sec.” you nod your head weakly, pressing your face into his neck. you decide to talk about things in the morning but that doesn’t stop him using a warm rag to clean you off and giving you one of his shirts to sleep in.

he also forces you to drink a few gulps of water. some of it spills out the sides of your mouth and he makes you laugh when he sticks out his tongue to lick it up. he then makes sure that you take care of your hair before you fall asleep, keeping it protected under a bonnet. he’s attentive and gentle, so far beyond what you imagined he’d ever be towards you with his usually goofy personality.

that is until you wake up the next morning and see a few messages light up on your phone.

[8:00 am] toru: ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ヽ(°□° )ノ me drowning in your pussy last night lol

[8:10 am] toru: jk plz come help with breakfast i burned the pancakes.

let’s just say that you appreciate the attempt.

over he next few days, you talk a bit more about the state of your relationship. if you wanted to be open about it online or if you wanted to let things fizzle out on their own. eventually, after setting more than a few ground rules, you both agree to be discrete. you'd let everyone else figure it out in their own time.

this doesn't halt satoru's social media presence, though, the man posting a photo of the new feline addition to his family. he easily gains back his two hundred followers thanks to ‘exploiting his new child’ as you put it.

the future looked promising, but there were still things you both had to work through to make your relationship work. it was going to be hard navigating life as lovers instead of friends but if anyone were to ask you – it was well worth the effort.

note: so if this looks familiar, it is! this is a repost. i unfortunately deleted this fic on accident so, here it is again. it felt like the perfect opportunity to reformat and change some things so hopefully you guys like it. this is the longest fic i’ve ever written and it holds a special place in my heart. thanks for reading.

also ty to @saintshigaraki for originally inspiring this story.

TODOROSIE. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.

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hair flutters lightly by your ears as you sit, passenger side. shotgun was your call, everyone knew better than to disagree as far as bakugo katsuki was driving. it had been this way for some time now, all your friends from UA sticking together on the outside. out of them all, you had never gotten quite as close to bakugo as you may have liked, although your strong connections with the others meant that you were a constant in the group.

despite this, you always seemed to rank pretty highly in bakugo’s opinion. he always let you sit shotgun, always shared his food or drink with you, made sure your voice was heard. the last one is a particularly impressive feat - his friends are loud, and sometimes maybe don’t pick up on certain social cues.

today is no different, the drive is peaceful despite the constant chatter from the trio in the back. kirishima, denki and sero are almost shouting as they debate their favourite patrol places. bakugo is focused on the drive, and you’re leaning your head just slightly out of the window, letting the wind cool your skin. the weather is wonderful, sun beating down on your face and causing you to squint your eyes slightly, view blurring as you speed through roads. it’s the reason for the excursion - a beach day to commemorate the first days of summer.

the white noise of the passengers gets a little quieter, though you don’t pick up on it initially. bakugo leans towards you to speak, eyes still focused on the road.

“what’s your favourite patrol spot?” he asks, voice noncommittal. he almost doesn’t expect you to answer, his embarrassment slowly increasing as you take time to think about his words, honeyed in your ears.

you open your mouth to speak, and bakugo turns to look at you, catching your gaze for a second before he grins and refocuses his attention. “down by the pond, gives me a nice space to think when I’m not stopping attempted kidnappings,”

he hums a little, letting your words linger in the air. a second passes, and he nods.

“I like it down by UA,” he doesn’t elaborate, but you’re sure you don’t need him to. it’s obvious bakugo misses his school days, they gave him an opportunity to speak to his friends without needing a real reason. from what you’ve heard, bakugo katsuki misses his friends so dearly that he forces excuses to visit them. kirishima has text you many times to tell you his ridiculous excuses for visits, ranging from ‘being in the area’ to ‘left a drink here last time i came, wondered if you still had it’. each of the tales had brought a smile to your face, and recalling them here brings another one.

“what’s funny?” his voice cuts through your thoughts, and you pull your head back into the car to face him, angling yourself towards him with knees pointing to the console.

“you like it by UA because you see so many people you know, without having to actually seek them out, right?”

his breath catches, all of the white noise stops at once, and you feel overexposed, like a spotlight is shining down on the pair of you.

bakugo speaks after a tense silence, but his voice holds none of the tension so palpable in their environment.

“yeah. it’s.. it’s good memories,”

you smile at him, dimpled cheeks plump and glowing, and it’s all it takes for bakugo to resign himself to his fate. it takes a little, but with shocked glances towards kirishima and sero, denki manages to resume the conversation in the back of the car, despite his burning desire to know what just went down.

the scenery blurs as you zone out, your mind firmly focused on reliving your own high school memories, especially those concerning the driver of the car.

you remember training alongside him, no words shared, only glances of concern as one of you connects too hard with the other. no matter how hard you were hit, neither of you would admit defeat, both of you bringing your dirtiest tactics. fun turned sour one day, when he finally spoke up during a sparring session.

“god, i could punch a wall and have it be more rewarding than this,” he says, voice completely cool. he says it like he’s just standing doing nothing, not half an hour into an intense sparring match. your brows furrow, your next hit a little harder than you had been intending.

“are you holding back or are you just this fucking stupid?”

he may as well have slapped you, because the way you react is one of retaliation. your next punch is low, a firm fist hitting him square in the kidney. you hear him react before you see it, a choked gasp first, and a shocked expression second. his eyes change, they darken, and his lips curl in a snarl.

from then on, every single shot you two exchanged was harsh, and you were aiming to hurt. hurt they did, and it was from that day the two of you started to spar with quirks. days were spent together nursing each other’s wounds, hours spent bitching about how many bruises you had. there had been a point in time when his hands had soothed the same aches they inflicted, massaging the tension from your shoulders. occasionally, wound so tight that the very hands aiming to alleviate the aches were leaving purpled marks behind, the only indication that bakugo katsuki could be soft.

he never looked at you any different. no one could tell that the two of you spent hours together behind closed doors. no one knew, the pair of you barely exchanged glances outside of conversations with your shared friends. nothing at all changed, until one of his shots connected with your jaw and you tumbled like a puppet with strings cut.

after that day, he had never laid a singular finger on you again. not to spar, not to soothe your pains, not even in passing. it had been that way since, and was still that way to this day.

at least, until now. there's a hand on your cheek, and you startle at the contact, the scent of burnt sugar reaching your nose before your brain truly processes who is touching you.

"you good?" he asks, one hand gripping the steering wheel as the other drops to rest on the stick. words fail you, and you just nod dumbly as you shake yourself back into reality. your skin burns, little pinpricks where bakugo's hand rested, but you do nothing to give away your mild discomfort.

"mhm, just got in my head," you smile in his direction, looking at him for a split second before you turn back to stare out of the window, eyes stinging as you force the gaze. a split second was too long, it turns out, because the concern on bakugo's face burns onto your retinas, there even when you close them.

it doesn't take much longer for the journey to be complete, your destination somewhere straight out of your imagination. the beach seems to stretch for hours, the water sparkling as the sun begins to set. it's nothing like you expected when bakugo had told you he 'knew a spot', but the little pit with charred wood seems to insinuate his plans. he's last out of the car, following you down to the edge of the water, with denki, sero and kirishima already halfway to their knees in the ocean.

there's a smile on your face, one you don't even realise you have before bakugo cuts into your thoughts yet again. "like it?" he asks, looking over at you with an emotion in his eyes you can't quite pinpoint.

"yeah, it's really beautiful!" you grin, dropping your bag down in the sand, reaching to it for your towel to sit on. you don't really get a chance, because he beats you to it, plopping down and taking your hand, calloused fingers lacing through yours as he tugs you down beside him.

"good. i didn't really know if you liked the ocean. never really seen you around water," he admits, deliberately not meeting your eyes. it's killing him to admit he doesn't know something, but you're not surprised, you did have a tendency to avoid water around UA.

"it's not that i don't like water, it's that mineta did, and i wanted to stay as far as physically possible from anything he was near," you laugh, looking down at your entwined fingers and marvelling at how big his hand is in comparison to yours. he follows your gaze, swallowing before he responds.

his face is calm, but he's still wearing that emotion you can't pinpoint. "that's fair, i wish he hadn't have ruined so much, i would have outswam you anyday," he hums, like it's nothing, when in reality it's probably high up on the list of nicest things bakugo has ever said.

you turn to him, smiling a little, and nod. "sure you would have. same way you said you'd be better at punching walls?" you grin, and he just scoffs, squeezing your hand gently.

"you'd never punch a wall unless you missed a shot on me, but then again that happened often enough,"

the banter is easy, the jokes flow fast, and the quips are just as brutal as they've always been. it doesn't take long for things to get mildly personal, as they always do where katsuki is concerned.

"you were better at dating shitty boys that only wanted one thing," he teases, and you swat at his chest lightly, with your free hand.

"and you were better at not dating! check and mate!" you laugh, waving your finger in his face triumphantly. he follows it with his eyes, and there's a second where you consider that maybe you went too far. almost as soon as that thought enters your head, he reacts, reaching up and grabbing your free hand with his other, thumb and pointer finger encapsulating your wrist effortlessly.

"i was better at knowing what i wanted." he says, like it's such an obvious thing to say. "at least, when i realised,"

your brow twists in confusion, and bakugo commits your perplexed face to memory there and then, amused at the expression. "what, number one?" you ask, tilting your head.

unconscious movement takes hold, and bakugo mirrors you, tilting his head too. "nah. didn't mean in that aspect, i meant in the dating scene,"

he lowers your hands, letting go of your wrist when he's convinced you're not going to swat at his face anymore. "realised what i wanted like, a year before we finished, but didn't really fancy fucking it up," he shrugs, nonchalant, and non-committal in his explanation.

you rack your brains, head still tilted as you try to recall what bakugo could possibly have wanted. "not to be rude," you start, and he fixes you with an unimpressed look that has your eyes and nose scrunching with a smile. "but the only romantic thing i can think of you doing was when you hugged kirishima that one time. or, like, beating the shit out of midoriya like everyday,"

he sighs, squeezing your hand (which he is still holding) a little harder than necessary.

"ow-!"

"shut up," he cuts you off, rolling his eyes and looking over at the ocean, staring towards his friends. "wasn't either of those, deku is a bitch and kirishima has no hope when it comes to a relationship-"

"did you try?"

"shut up!" bakugo snaps his gaze back onto you, thoroughly unimpressed, and his words tumble from his lips before he gets a chance to take hold of his emotions and shape them into something prettier than the words he spits at you. "i didn't try with anyone but you,"

your breath catches in your throat, the playful grin that split your features disappearing and shock taking it's place. "me?"

it's the only word you can get out, and it's underwhelming to your ears, and positively soul-crushing to bakugo.

"yes you. especially when.. when you spent those hours training with me, it was.. it was the best part of my days." the admission looks painful for bakugo to say, but he keeps talking. "i pushed you away when i hurt you because i was convinced i'd ruined it, was utterly convinced you'd never want.. never want to be by my side again."

there's a heavy feeling in your chest, words you want to say that are full of an emotion you couldn't accurately convey.

"bakugo i.." you pause, and his face falls as he turns away. "look at me," you urge, squeezing at his hand, the callouses rough beneath your skin, hypersensitive to his touch. "it killed me when you just.. turned me away, and i know you were scared, i get it, but i thought.." you take a moment, letting your brain wires untangle.

"i thought you didn't want to be seen with me because i was weak, i thought you had gotten sick of mending my wounds, i thought you were repulsed by the idea of me being visibly weak, the bruises, the- your massages, i thought-"

"wrong. you thought wrong." he interrupts, his gaze fierce. "it was you from the first ever punch you swung at me. you weren't scared, you didn't admire me, you actively thought i was beneath you, and i had nothing but admiration for you," he blurts.

"fuck- i never knew it was a crush," he wrinkles his nose at the word, like it's too childish for him, but continues nevertheless. "when i realised i was falling for you it was too late, and i was too fucking far gone," he laughs a little. "and now we're here and i only brought us here because i know you like sunsets and i knew you'd agree to come if i said i was driving, because you hate being in the back seat and in my car you get shotgun,"

your cheeks are burning, eyes wide and stinging from the sea salted air, all of the air in your lungs punched out of you.

"i knew you'd come if i was here, and i knew those idiots would run into the sea, and i knew i'd have a chance to tell you i am so fucking in love with you it hurts."

a laugh bubbles up from within you, glee twisting your windpipe and butterflies constricting your lung capacity. "good fucking god bakugo katsuki, you glorious dumbass,"

his face contorts, confusion written across his features, so you act on impulse, as you always do around him. words are no longer needed, you've exchanged enough. your lips meet his, moulding together like they were never meant to touch anyone else's, and he sighs against them, before his hand meets your cheek and he pulls you in close.

you get about thirty seconds of privacy before your eagle eyed friends spot you, and denki lets out the loudest wolf-whistle you've ever heard, forcing you to split from bakugo's embrace. he laughs, his thumb gently stroking your lips, and he looks at you in nothing short of adoration.

"glorious dumbass, hm?"

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chargeeboltz · 9 months

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bakugou still does press ups before his dates with you so his muscles look nice and prominent. he’s did it from his first ever one with you, nervous n desperate but still does it a year within your relationship for a completely different reason. now he’ll do it in-front if you to make you laugh whilst you’re all dressed up, him in a three piece suit on the ground. then he gets up brushes off invisible dust and grins, “lets get goin’. don’t wanna be late for the reservation.”

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chargeeboltz · 11 months

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hiiii! I’ve been in such a funk since I lost my wips 🥲 but it feels good to be writing again! Thank you all for 700 followers 🥹🫶🏾 it’s crazy cause I was just celebrating 500!

Also, I’m obsessed with this tiny font :)

Warnings: smut, dilf bakugo, milf reader, afab reader, black coded! reader, mutual pining, baby mentioned, breast feeding mentioned, unprotected sex, creampie, lactation kink, pet name usage (ex. baby, mama, papa), excuse any mistakes, MDNI!

Word count: undetermined

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Babydaddy!Bakugo who's stopping by to pick up his son Katsumi from your place. He scans the vicinity, still as quiet as usual but he does notice someone’s finally moved into the townhouse adjacent to yours.

He’s not sure if it’s a man or woman, and he’s not comfortable with it, especially since it’s just you and ‘Sumi here. He made a note to get someone at the agency to check them out.

He’s standing there for about a minute until you’re opening up the door with the baby attached to your tit in a tight fitting sun dress, just begging him to run his hands all over you. He’s undressing you with his eyes, not that the dress leaves anything to imagine anyway.

“Come on so you don’t let any flies in. He was fussing real bad so l'm feeding him, I'll be done in a second."

He just nods, it's all he can do as he stares, mesmerized. He doesn’t mind anyway, he isn’t in any kind of rush.

It never gets old—seeing you be a mommy. Seeing you care for the beautiful being the two of you created. Makes him fall in love with you all over again. It’s also a bonus being able to call you a milf.

He hands you a vanilla parfait from the cafe he gets his coffee from, remembers you used to love them before ‘Sumi, hopes you still do.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t have much of an appetite, taste testing your different dishes in the midst of preparing Sunday dinner has you a little full so you opt for picking the fruit off your parfait.

“No problem, you’re running a dairy farm over here, gotta keep ya fed.” “Are you calling me a cow?”

“I’m not wrong.”

Your kid has one breast occupied, the other is stuffed in the electric pump. You’re not sure if you’ve gotten used to being ‘milked’ as Katsuki usually calls it, but it certainly feels better than letting the milk swell inside.

It’s safe to say you got this parenting thing down fairly quickly, or at least it seemed like you did. Time moved fast, your baby nearing six months already. He doesn't see much of you anymore, just those days when it's time for him to get the little brat or drop him back off.

He's not sure how things got the way they were—seems like just yesterday you were about to be his wife and now, things were just complicated. The two of you were high school sweethearts, first everything’s, now well into your late twenties with a baby. There was no infidelity involved in the split, just a matter of you two not seeing eye to eye, butting heads far too often for comfort. He admits it’s his fault, but he truly meant no harm, just wanted to protect his family.

But, he still loves the hell out of you. Hopes you still love him too. And even if you don't, he'll still love you. You gave him his child, after all.

That little boy is his pride and joy. He's the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes on, a chunky little nugget with rolls everywhere and now he has a double chin. Obviously didn’t miss any meals.

Katsumi's the perfect mix of the two of you. His complexion has settled as the months passed by, darkening to a deep golden tan, a head full of thick curly hair and of course his daddy's angry red eyes and ever present scowl. He looks like a mean little shit just like his daddy did at his age, except he's literally the sweetest baby, always ready to show those two little teeth in a big smile.

He can't believe he helped create something so precious and most of all he can't believe he created him with you.

“You haven't been sleeping much lately, I can tell."

Time apart didn’t change much, you still knew him like the back of your hand and vice

Babydaddy!Bakugo finds himself seated in one of your bar stools, looking around at your home.

It looks like you’re almost done decorating, and you actually did get that dumb couch you’d been raving about. He takes in the shades of green and cream, the earthy tones accented in, the plants, fluorescent lighting, it’s all so you.

He loves it. Wishes he lived in it with you. Fuck he missed you so bad.

"Schedule change. I work a week on-week off now." Truth is, he hasn’t had a good rest since you left, on top of his new crazy ass schedule he’d be lucky if he got three consecutive hours of sleep a night. And some nights when he had ‘Sumi, he had to forgo sleep completely.

“Damn, that’s a lot. It’s not too much for you? What if you’re too tired for ‘Sumi, he’s rolling over and shit now so you really gotta watch him.”

“Yeah yeah, I’ve been a baby y/n, I know what babies do.”

“Don’t piss me off, that’s not even the same thing.” You take a jab at the side of his head with your finger. “I’m just saying, he’s real active now, I catch him trying to do backflips off the bed at least ten times a day.”

You feel his sucking on your breast slowing, signs that he’s done with his feeding.

“I hear ya, y/n. I‘m not gonna let him crack his skull open on my watch.”

“Good, best daddy ever.” You roll your eyes playfully but you mean your words wholeheartedly. Regardless of the situation between you two, Katsuki was so helpful and supportive now that ‘Sumi was actually here, and he made this co-parenting thing so much easier than you thought it’d be.

Katsumi pulls away from you, easing his head away until your nipple is no longer in his mouth. He hears Katsuki but he can’t see him, tossing his head back and moving it side to side until he finally lays eyes on his daddy.

One of his tiny hands is clinging to the thin strap of your dress while the other makes grabbies at Katsuki.

“You wanna come to Papa?” He asks, the big grin on his face is so precious.

Bakugo washes his hands with cold water, drying them off before he gently grabs him from you, laying him over his shoulder to burp him. He catches the little bit he spit up with the bib, and hands it to you to swap for a clean one.

He sits Katsumi on the counter, pretending to punch him with his own little fists and it sends him into a fit of giggles and screams.

"You got anything going on today?" You’re leaned against the counter, just watching the two of them. It brings a smile to your face, one you quickly drop before he could realize it cause it almost feels wrong to enjoy it.

"Nah, mom wants to see em' so we're gonna head over. That's all though, you?"

“Nothing today, but I’m going clothes shopping for ‘Sumi soon, tomorrow or Tuesday.”

“Yeah? Already?”

You nod your head as you lift the lids on your pots, stirring one more time before turning the burners off.

“Yeah, I didn’t think he’d be growing out of all his stuff so damn soon. I was thinking we could pick out some of the neutral stuff for Denki and Jirou. Donate the rest to the hospital.”

Now that he’s really looking at it, the onesie is a little tighter around his thighs. His baby boy is growing so fast it almost brings tears to his eyes. Soon enough he’ll be crawling, then walking and then college—he couldn’t even fathom the thought of his little nugget going to college!

He disregards his manic thoughts when he hears your voice again. “Maybe we can go together..you can hold the bags like you used to…if you want to, and if you have time, of course.”

“Of course I do, I’ll make time.”

You’re shocked at his enthusiasm because this couldn’t be the same man who’d ‘rather take a slug from Kirishima than get stuck shopping with you.’

But who could blame him, coming home to an empty house for the past couple of months had him going damn near insane. He was craving any kind of contact with you.

Babydaddy!Bakugo who just can't resist your cooking, especially when it meant being in your presence even longer than usual. Now standing at your kitchen island eating the hefty plate you made him, watching you wrap the ones you’re giving him to go for him and his parents. Next you’re tidying up the area and putting the rest of the food up in tupperware bowls.

He's stalking your every move, watching you like a hawk. Like prey. And don't think for one second that he doesn't notice the way your dress gets stuck in between the cheeks of your ass when you bend down to put your clean pots and pans in the cabinet.

He thinks you’re teasing, bets you’re not even wearing panties. Maybe you're innocent, but either way he takes the bait, pressing his crotch against your ass while you’re still bent.

“Katsuki.” You try to keep your voice stern but it doesn’t phase the crimson eyed devil behind you.

“Y/N.” He says your name back just as serious, but you can hear it, the lust oozing from his tongue. It sends chills down your entire being as he rubs up against you, and god you hate being so weak.

Babydaddy!Bakugo who should've only been there to pick up his kid, but instead has you in his lap, palms planted on the round globes of your ass while you’re bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it.

It’s hard to keep a steady pace when he’s lifting you and dropping you back down so hard and fast. You're forced to bite your lip to keep your moans at bay, your son just a few feet away, sleeping in his swing.

“Kid can sleep through an earthquake, lemme hear that pretty voice."

Babydaddy!Bakugo who's still the hot headed idiot he's always been, is only gonna tell you one time. Gives you about a minute or so before he's holding you taut, bucking his hips up into you with the meanest, most devilish grin on his face.

ow you're whining and moaning like an absolute slut.

It makes his dick throb and his balls tighten, pussy clenching around him like a vice.

"Fuck, I miss hearing those sexy sounds."

He's licking and sucking on your nipple, squeezing and kneading until he's tasting that sweet liquid gold coating his taste buds.

"St-stopppp." You're whining and pushing at his head, doing nothing but egging him on. “You're wasting it."

"Nah, Papa's gonna drink it all up." He’s holding you tight, licking at the white beads that dribble from your nipple and fucking up into you so good you start to see spots of white in your vision. He feels the way you go rigid in his arms, the first syllable of his name stuck in your throat, and he knows you’re cumming for him. He doesn’t stop—his strong hips keep bouncing your stiffened figure like you weigh nothing, fucking you through your first orgasm.

Your pussy leaves him coated in your milky white cream, still dribbling onto his lap when he lifts you off.

“Made a mess of me.”

You’re nodding like he asked you a question, it makes him chuckle. “I’m sorry.”

He surely doesn’t mind, especially not with the way he swipes his two fingers through the folds of your cunt, gathering more of that creamy wetness on his hand to stroke at his cock. The loud squelch of his hand rubbing up and down, using it like a lubricant and coating himself in your essence, your scent. It all should’ve been disgusting. Lewd and indecent.

Except it wasn’t.

If anything it turned you on more, an indirect laying of claim, reminding you that he was still yours. God knows you shouldn’t be having those kind of thoughts, not until you two have reached a common ground, but Katsuki knew every which way to push your buttons.

He’s got you on your back now, panting like a dog as he drills your cunt with remnants of your milk trailing down the bottom of his chin.

A hand between your thighs and thumb strumming at your clit while he fucked you had you in a trance. Eyes rolled into the back of your head and your plump bottom lip pulled tightly between your lips. The sheer force and friction of every thrust has your bonnet slipping and sliding until the luscious jet black locks of your wig are free. Fuck it’s so long and pretty and you look like a fucking goddess underneath him. He wishes he could have you like this all day, everyday.

He's not letting up, both of those big hands of his now palming at the back of your thighs as he pushes them flat against the couch, pounding you to oblivion, digging you out like this might be the last time. You pray it's not the last time. You also pray your couch comes clean, he's got your pussy gushing, dripping all over your sage colored cushions.

Katsuki sees your eyes trailing over to Katsumi, the swing is still going, you wonder how long he set the timer for.

"Eyes on me baby, he's good. I promise."

He is. Mouth slightly open and he’s snoring a little, still sleeping like the little cherub he is while his daddy bullies your cunt, fucking you like he hates your guts.

"Just focus on me." He's peppering kisses all over you in between his speaking. "I know you miss me fucking you. Tell me how much you miss this dick."

It's been almost five months since you've been fucked like this, or fucked at all for that matter.

"So so much! Miss you so much papa." You’re pulling his face down towards yours, pressing your lips together, legs wrapped around his waist. This scene probably resembles the one that got you pregnant in the first place.

"Yeah? Talk to me, mama.” He hopes you mean it. Prays it isn't just cock-drunk babbling cus he misses you too. So fucking much.

"Yeahh.” Your brows are scrunched together as you nod furiously. “I haven't fucked nobody else. This pussy's still yours baby."

God he misses you like this, so cock-drunk and cute.

He leans in to kiss you again, tongues fighting for dominance against each other’s. “Haven’t fucked anybody either. This dick is always gonna be yours baby.”

He feels you clenching around him and that’s all the confirmation he needs as he shoots his seed deep in your pussy.

The both of you lie there together, there’s no telling how many minutes have gone by—just skin to skin basking in the afterglow of eachother until Katsumi let’s out a yelp that startles the both of you, whining a little as his swing comes to a stop. He’s stretching his tiny arms and smacking his lips, both signs of a great nap, making those weird baby noises.

Katsuki smirks to himself. He knows his kid like the back of his hand and wants to hit you with a big, fat ‘I told you so’ for doubting him. Instead, plants a kiss on the side of your face before he gets up.

Babydaddy!Bakugo who has you blinking back tears as you stare at his retreating form exiting the threshold of your home.

“Be safe.” You call out just before the door closes. It’s always bittersweet every single time, watching the two of them leave, praying they both returned to you safely. It makes you yearn to have your family back. Back under the same roof, and back to the way things used to be.

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Bakugou would listen to you rant all about work. Even though he’s the one out on the streets with more exciting stories to tell, one of his favorite things is to hear you talk about your own work. He follows and nods along with whatever work story you have for him for the day, always attentive but never telling you what you should do to handle it (as he had learned from a prior relationship).

“I can tell he fuckin’ hates me, you know?” You continue on about your current work events as you sit on the countertop and watch Bakugou cut vegetables, “He keeps on bringing up my old manager as if she has anything to do with it now. Like, no motherfucker! You answer to me now and I’m saying pay your stupid invoice!”

The vegetables for dinner are set aside while the oven is still preheating. Two pieces of pork chop are taken from the fridge and is set aside on a clean plate as Bakugou looks for spices to rub into the meat. “So what happened baby? Did he pay? Y’said you were dealing with this for almost two weeks.” He asks you, genuinely curious if your annoying client is actually complying with you. The thought in his head is wondering how you handled it.

“I have to read you this email that I wrote. I gotta say the professional ways of dissing someone in email is something I finally understand now.” You laugh as you pull up your work email on your phone. Word for word you read out your well thought out response to your difficult client, not backing down and upholding work policy as you are expected to. Bakugou had never really bothered with any type of skill of being professional through communication in his job; it’s what his team is for while he gets the really privilege to cuss as he pleases and have his team handle it for the public. “Here is how I signed off, I think it’s probably my most eloquent and business-like ‘fuck you’ I’ve written so far.”

You clear your throat first before reading aloud, “‘I hope that the explanations of how to navigate your account has cleared up any confusion you may have and that you are able to move forward in compliance with our company policy, if you have any further questions then please let me know.’ God I know he’s going to hate me as soon as he reads it!”

He chuckles, happy that you know how to stand your ground in such a manner that Bakugou knows he struggles in. “You tell him, baby.”

“I fucking did Katsuki!” You boast with a proud little smile as you hop off the countertop and go to his side as he heats oil in a pan. “Sorry, I’ve been going on about this annoying client for a while. I wanna hear about your work today Tsuki.”

Bakugou shakes his head though and urges you to talk about what else happened at your work. The meat sizzles as he presses it into the pan, crackling and sizzling in a way that’s reminiscent of his quirk but to a much lower degree. The oven beeps to indicate that preheating is finished and you move to put all the vegetables into the glass pan and stick it in for him, already setting a timer before he can even ask. “What about that other guy? The one who keeps on saying that he’s getting investors so he wants to make you wait a little longer?” He asks you when he recalls another client you complained of a few days ago.

You excitedly pop off about your work again, unknowing how you calm Bakugou down with your own work stories. Your series of responsibilities that he wouldn’t know the first clue how to handle are interesting to him to hear how you handle yourself. It’s simple compared to what he does but in no way is it easy either. To see you struggle sometimes with your own career wasn’t easy for him but you were also strong enough to handle it all the same.

And he liked to think that he made it easy for you to handle because he wanted to hear anything and everything about your job that’s so different from his. “Tell me about the parking permits, did that get solved yet?” He asks as he starts to set food on the plates.

“No! I’m on week three of dealing with it and it’s ridiculous! I sent everything in so early and they deal with it so late!!”

Bakugou listens with a happy heart to hear you talk, never wanting you to apologize over the things that frustrate you. And by the end of your rants, even he feels a little lighter as he readies to get in bed with you.

And the next day as he’s just about to enter a meeting in his agency, Bakugou gets a text from you.

[1:57 pm] omg i need to tell you what this mofo emailed me when we’re home

He looks forward to it, letting a little smile come onto his face. He can see you all cute and puffed up and mad, and he can’t wait to hear about it.

[1:58 pm] can’t wait baby. love you.

You text him back within seconds.

[1:58 pm] love you!!!

Bakugou can’t wait to be home and listen to you.

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