synopsis. satoru is a bonafide genius. he’s got the perfect transcript and ten-year plan to prove it. he knows how to keep his head down and avoid the chaos his twin thrives in. so when the unofficial frat princess sets her sights on him, he knows there’s a catch. he just doesn’t figure out what it is until he’s already fallen for her
pairing. nerd! satoru gojo x popular! fem! reader. ✶ contents. sfw! college + gojo twins au ⇢ fratjo’s called souta. cw. alcohol consumption , i mean it’s a frat party. mentions of ex bf! toji + reader’s colorful dating history + therapy. charas may be a little ooc. sexual entitlement as college guys suck ˖ ࣪ . ࿐
you’ve never been in love. you’re thoroughly aware of the concept – how it makes people feel, how it shapes the universe in its hands and weaves strings of fate together – but you’ve never experienced it. not really.
not in the way people describe it in rom coms, ballads, and new york times best sellers. you’ve felt affection, certainly, in friendships and the bond that ties you to your parents despite their many flaws, in fleeting attraction that makes your heart beat a little faster. but true love ? the notion of it has never crossed your path. rather, it seems to hesitate, look both ways and dejectedly retreat to toeing the sidewalk.
you’ve watched your friends fall in love time and time again. you’ve dated people – your high school prom date, who tasted like spearmint and entitlement and tried to feel you up in the back of his dad’s bentley, summer flings that fizzled out and faded into nothing – but you’ve never been in love.
you keep people at arm’s length. you gravitate towards guys like toji who are just as emotionally unavailable as you are. who don’t actually care about you. who only see you when it’s convenient for them, when they think their persistence might finally tear your walls down.
they always, eventually, give up. they grow tired of playing the cat and mouse game, and toji is no exception. he was the most patient – you’ll give him that – he’s lasted longer than the others. but even his patience has its expiry date.
you tell yourself it’s because men are shallow and they only want one thing – a notion you’re positive has been scientifically proven – but a quieter, insidious part of you wonders if there’s something wrong with you. if there’s something missing that prevents you from connecting with people in that way. if you’re so scared of being used that you’ve forgotten how to let yourself be wanted.
tonight, the little voice in the back of your mind is not-so-little. not-so-quiet. you can hear it over the music blaring from the speakers – despite it being loud enough to rattle the oak floorboards and absorb the laughter erupting from every corner of the frat house.
souta’s fraternity throws the best parties on campus. that isn’t even up for debate, psi bau’s been famous for its ragers since the beginning of time. or at least that’s what the super seniors swear by.
if a party’s happening on a friday night, it’s here.
where bodies press together beneath flashing lights. the scents of cologne, fruit punch, and beer linger in the air. and red solo cups litter every flat surface. a psi bau party ™ is exactly what you need after toji fushiguro dumped you, very publicly, for a sorority girl.
the aftermath of your split tastes like cheap vodka and dregs of regret. sour and acrid on your tongue.
psi bau has enough alcohol to numb the prickle in your spine from the people staring at you. but it doesn’t have enough liquor to dull the subtle ache in your chest.
it’s an ache that persists despite the fact that you’re not even remotely heartbroken. you’re never invested enough for that. you weren’t in love with toji. not even close. what you’re feeling is something else entirely.
irritation. you’re irritated. irritated at the way eyes follow you with morbid curiosity, waiting for you to shatter. irritated by the whispers trailing after you from the kitchen to the living room. irritated, because your time’s been wasted. again.
“did you hear ? he already took someone else upstairs. poor thing”
‘poor thing ??’ please. you lean against the beer pong table and stare the girl down. she quickly pretends to be very interested in the contents of her solo cup.
you adjust the hem of your top and let your face settle into something more indifferent. across the room, toji emerges with the brunette in greek letters tucked under his arm like an accessory. she giggles, looking extremely pleased with herself. how cute.
“ignore them” shoko says, brows furrowing as she follows your line of sight, “he’s not worth it, and she certainly isn’t either”
you turn away, the sight of toji and his new plaything is less painful than the concern etched across shoko’s features. you don’t want her concern, you want another drink.
“sugu can you make me another dirty shirley ?” you sigh, fingers brushing against his as you hand him your empty solo cup, “please. and make it strong , i can’t deal with this sober”
“anything for our ‘unofficial frat princess’” he grins, disappearing off into the kitchen before you can throw anything at him
utahime shifts closer to you, her shoulder bumping yours “so what exactly happened with toji earlier ?”
you swallow. you could tell them about the argument you had in his car. about him calling you a prick tease because you still wouldn’t have sex with him – in your defense, you didn’t have to, and you certainly wouldn’t be getting it on in psi bau’s parking lot – or you could avoid another pity party. you choose the latter, “it’s really nothing, he wanted me to rush his sister sorority”
shoko lets out a snort, “you ? join a sorority ?”
“exactly” you scoff, “he wanted me to fully commit to being his plus-one at all the boring philanthropy events. he wasn’t very thrilled when i told him i’d rather shit in my hands and clap”
“that’s not grounds for a break up. . what are we ?twelve ?” shoko sneers, “i knew his ego was fragile but holy shit that’s pathetic”
“it wasn’t just about frats and sororities though” you add, weaving a half-truth into the lie “the fight started because he has some bizarre issue with my friendship with suguru”
“what a hypocrite” utahime says dryly, “he hangs out with his exes too and he was hooking up with half the girls in that stupid sorority every time you two were ‘on a break’”
you nod, “he was, but i couldn’t care less, it was never that deep”
shoko watches you over the rim of her solo cup “it’s never ‘that deep’ with you”
you frown slightly. “that’s not true”
“for someone who’s got history with like half the guys in this frat—”
“it was all casual” you interject sharply
“—suguru, souta, toji, and what was it . .? like three athletes ?”
“it was two actually” you correct, your jaw tight
she waves her hand dismissively, “have you ever been in healthy, fully-committed relationship ? ”
you open your mouth, a protest ready on your lips, and close it just as quickly. you have nothing tangible to say.
utahime presses, her voice softer “have you ever allowed anyone to be in love with you ?”
the music seems to recede, the thumping bass replaced by the erratic thudding of your heart. suguru hands you your dirty shirley. you thank him absentmindedly.
“well ?” shoko prompts, arms crossed over her chest
“well, stop interrogating me” you retort, taking a drawn out sip from your crimson solo cup. rum and sickly sweet grenadine seep over your tongue. “i could make anyone at this party fall in love with me if i actually wanted them to”
utahime nearly chokes on her drink “righttt. . . ”
“wanna bet?” you grit your teeth, “i could have anyone wrapped around my finger in like . . ten days”
silence falls around your little circle. shoko and utahime exchange a look that’s a mix of disbelief and intrigue.
“aren’t we too old for stupid bets ?” suguru splutters
“i’m not too old for anything” you scowl, “because i’m quite sick of you guys acting like i’m hard to love”
“are you serious. . .” shoko says, it’s more of statement than a question
“oh, i’m dead serious” you reply, a smile playing on your lips “ten days. . or less. i’ll have someone head-over-heels in love with me before you can say six-seven”
“you’ll get bored by day three and start looking for an out that doesn’t involve hurting their feelings, which will obviously hurt their feelings even more” utahime murmurs
“i’m not the one who gets bored” you scoff
“regardless, it’s a terrible idea” suguru groans, dragging a hand through his dark hair, “it might be your worst one yet, and that’s saying something.”
“if i win” you continue, eyes gleaming as you look at each of them in turn, “i get to use suguru’s car for a month. and you” you point at suguru, “are going to campaign for me. i want to be psi bau’s princess”
suguru looks physically ill. “my car ?! you drive like you have nine lives. . and you hate greek life ! isn’t that the reason why you and toji–”
“semantics” you cut him off, “imagine the look on toji’s face when he has to attend a meeting about me”
“i thought you didn’t care about toji” shoko raises a brow
“i don’t, but i love being petty” you say, “if i don’t get someone to fall in love with me then i’ll just stay away from guys for a bit. happy ? ”
shoko shakes her head, “you’re gonna stay away from guys for the rest of the year”
you groan, dragging a hand down your face, “that’s insane i’m only using the car for a month”
“three months then” suguru counters, “no dating and absolutely no stupid situationships”
“fine” you agree, perhaps a little too quickly, “but if i have to be a chud, i want your car for three months too, not just one and i’m not paying for your gas”
“fine” he groans, “but for the love of everything holy don’t crash my baby”
“oh, and no flirting with anyone if you lose” shoko adds, “if you’re looking at a guy for more than ten seconds, it counts”
you sigh, glancing back across the room. toji’s disappeared with the brunette again. “fine”
“okay” shoko says, leaning against the sticky beer pong table. her expression is solemn, like this is a board meeting rather than a frat party, “glad we’re all on the same page. pick your next victim”
you roll your eyes but you let your gaze sweep across the room. your vision swims throughout the sea of jocks, frat boys, and stoners.
“shiu ?” utahime suggests, “he’s not that bad”
“toji’s best friend ? absolutely fucking not.” shoko shoots that down immediately, “they’re practically the same person”
“not nanami” you murmur, spotting the tall blond man near the staircase, “we’ve got too many mutual friends,”
“ryomen ?” utahime offers, nodding towards the left side of the living room
sukuna is leaning against the wall, looking like he’s allergic to joy. you wrinkle your nose, “hard pass. he’s literally unc and he hates everything and everyone,”
“choso ?”
“absolutely not” you laugh, “yuki would never speak to me again”
“higuruma ?”
you shake your head, “he’s pre-law, he’d figure it out almost immediately, and we have so many classes together. it’s not worth it”
“been there, also been there. plus souta hates me”
“see ?” utahime says, gesturing vaguely at the collegiate crowd “everyone here knows you and your track record. you’ve already lost the bet”
your lips part, ready to argue but then you see him. and the words die on your tongue
across the room souta weaves through the crowd like he owns the place. his toned arm is slung over someone who looks like a carbon-copy of him. same snow-white hair. same bright blue eyes. same looming height. but where souta is all loose shoulders, cocky smiles, and chaos, this guy is . . . the exact opposite. his jaw is clenched and he looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. cute
“toru c’mon” souta’s laughter carries over the music, “just one shot ! you’ve been doomscrolling that stupid interview script for hours”
“it’s not stupid” his twin snaps, adjusting his glasses with an irritated flick as they slide down his nose. “i have to prepare, the first round is tomorrow and i don’t want to smell like tequila during the selection process”
“you’re basically already dead inside, what’s a little liver damage ? ” souta groans, “live a little !”
“i’d rather live responsibly. unlike you”
“i’m plenty responsible” souta mumbles, but he finally gives up, throwing his hands in the air before slinking off to the kitchen. his twin retreats to the wall right across the beer pong table, completely out of place. he pulls out his phone, the screen’s blue glare reflects off his lenses.
“i didn’t know souta had a twin” you muse, setting your solo cup down on the edge of the beer pong table. a drop of your dirty shirley trickles down your knuckle. you absentmindedly lick it away. your friends follow your gaze across the room.
“uhh you had a thing with souta freshman year” shoko sighs, “how the hell don’t you know ?”
“souta and i never did much talking” you shrug, unable to tear your eyes away from the wallflower “so what’s the deal with his brother ?”
“that’s satoru” utahime quips, “the ‘other’ gojo. the one who actually uses his brain. he’s here on a full-ride even though their family’s filthy rich. perfect gpa, founder of the campus coding club and head of the debate team. your typical overachiever”
you study him as he frowns at whatever is on his screen. “he’s kind of cute” you admit, biting back a genuine smile.
“no” suguru says immediately, cadence firm and rigid “absolutely not, don’t even think about”
“please” shoko snorts into her drink, “you’ll have him questioning every single one of his life choices in seconds ”
“what ?” you whirl around to face them, arching a brow defensively “why the hell are you guys acting like i’m some evil man-eater ?”
“because” suguru says slowly, gesturing to where satoru stands, “that is souta’s identical twin brother”
“i’m aware of the concept of twins, suguru” you scoff, narrowing your eyes at him, “i’m not that stupid”
“and you” he continues, undeterred “are you.”
“what the hell is that supposed to mean ?”
“it means” utahime says, soft brown eyes pouring into yours, “you suck at relationships. you always end up really hurting people. and we know you don’t mean to–”
“i don’t suck at relationships” you huff defensively, folding your arms over your chest, “and i haven’t actually hurt anyone”
“you went out with souta for three weeks” suguru points out, “and then he spent the rest of the semester listening to juice wrld and xxxtentacion”
“we wanted different things !” you insist, though the memory of souta’s wounded puppy-dog eyes after you ghosted him flashes in your mind
“he wanted a girlfriend” utahime deadpans. “you wanted someone to go to parties with”
“and toji ?” shoko presses, “let’s not even get started on the last couple of months”
“toji doesn’t count.” you retort, “he’s a walking red flag ! he’s the one who’s avoidant. not me”
“i don’t think your therapist would agree with that statement” suguru snickers, “speaking of, when last did you see her because i think you should have a session as soon as possible”
( frankly, your therapist wouldn’t agree with any of this. she’d never approved of your love life anyway )
“okay, that’s enough” you look away before the irritation crawling up your spine can show on your face. you can’t believe this. your own friends, painting you as some heartless siren. it’s beyond insulting
( heaven forbid a girl isn’t the best at romance )
“look” suguru says, his tone softening as he follows your gaze back to satoru, “satoru isn’t like the guys you usually go for”
“and that’s the understatement of the century” shoko adds, “unlike the rest of these meatheads, he doesn’t care about popularity, or parties. hell, he barely cares about anyone who isn’t in the honors college.”
“he’ll be impossible to wrap around your finger” utahime agrees, “you didn’t even know he existed five minutes ago. plus, you’re literally polar opposites. you like partying. he likes engineering. it would never work”
across the room, satoru shifts against the wall. his discomfort is blatant even from a distance. someone tries to hand him a red solo cup and he declines with a barely perceptible shake of his head, his blue eyes never leaving his phone. he’s completely unimpressed by everything around him
you watch him a beat too long before murmuring, “exactly” you lower your cup slowly, glossy lips curving into a smile
shoko narrows her eyes suspiciously, “exactly what ?”
“exactly why it has to be him” you say, “the whole point of the bet isn’t to prove i can make some jock or frat boy fall for me. it’s to prove that i can make anyone fall in love with me. what’s the point of an easy win ?”
suguru lets out a long, pained groan “oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me”
“you said he’d be impossible” you continue, your gaze drifting back to satoru. your target is typing out something with an admirable degree of focus, thumbs flying across his sceen. his brows are slightly furrowed and his lips are pressed into a thin line. he exhales slowly, as if he’s counting down the seconds until he can leave.
“well, i think i’ll have him hooked in ten days” you grin
suguru pinches the bridge of his nose, “i’d rather call the bet off and let you drive my car for free”
“why ?” you ask, completely perplexed, “what’s the big deal ?”
“the big deal” suguru says, lowering his voice to a whisper, “is that satoru is actually a really good guy. and if you make him fall for you because of this stupid bet and whatever issues you still haven’t resolved in therapy and souta finds out. . . he won’t just be mad at you. he’ll murder me.”
“relax sugu” you murmur, “it’s pretty harmless. if he doesn’t fall for me, you guys are right and i’ll take a break from guys. if he does fall for me i’ll be with a good guy for once – which nitta will love! it sounds like a win-win to me”
utahime squints at you, “you’re not actually going to date him”
“why not ?” you counter, “he’s smart, he’s cute, and – no offence sugu – he’s definitely an upgrade from all my exes”
“because by all accounts satoru gojo is the most nerdy, boring person on this campus” shoko insists bluntly, “and you get bored very easily”
“i don’t get bored easily” you frown, “and i don’t appreciate this mischaracterization from my so-called best friends”
“that’s beside the point” utahime interjects, “a relationship built on deceit is good for nothing . .”
“i’m begging you” suguru pleads, digging his fingers into his temple, “just pick someone else”
you’re not sure if this impulsive decision stems from the liquor thrumming beneath your skin, or your infinite insecurities. but your mind is completely made up.
your gaze drifts back to satoru again. his eyes lift from his phone for a moment – sweeping across the room, passing over you like you’re just another person getting drunk by the beer pong table – before returning to the illuminated screen in his hand. you don’t even exist to him
“see ?” utahime says pointedly beside you, “he didn’t even notice you !”
you smile thoughtfully, you’ve never had to chase anyone before. you’ve never wanted to try, you’ve never had to but . . “now, i want this even more”
“that is the worst possible thing you could’ve said” suguru inhales sharply, “i’m a dead man, souta’s going to kill me . . .”
“he’s going to kill all of us” utahime sighs, “shoko, why the hell would you entertain this ?”
“i just asked a simple question, don’t throw me under the bus” shoko says, holding her hands up defensively, “ we, yes we, are all responsible for this”
satoru gojo stands by the wall, blissfully unaware that he’s just become the center of your very bad idea. he’s the only person who hasn’t looked at you twice tonight. and you are very determined to change that.
masterlist day zero ⇆ day one
── .✦ mimi’s notes: first chapter everybody twerk! going on the record to say that this series is nothing like the movie but i don’t wanna spill too much ( wink wink )
Choso couldn’t think straight as you continued grinding against him, your soaked pussy constantly rubbing against his clothed erection.
“y/n, please..j-just let me put it in.” He whispered in a desperate manner, grabbing a hold of your hips.
“I’ll make you feel so so good I promise.” He continued then whimpered into your mouth as you pulled him into an aggressive kiss.
You let go of his face, “No, you don’t deserve it. Letting some bitch touch up on you like you’re not my man.” You moved your lips to his neck, beginning to suck on the skin right above his collarbone softly, making him sigh.
“P-please if you would just let me explain-”. He attempted to prove his loyalty to you but was cut off when you suddenly bit his neck roughly as the image of the girl from his calculus class grabbing onto his arm flashed across your mind, the action wasn’t harsh enough to make him bleed but would surely leave behind a bruise later.
A jolt of pain mixed with pleasure shot up his body, resulting in his words turning into a moan momentarily. He spoke again, his voice cracking this time, “I- I swear I removed her hand as fast as I could and..fuck..told her I have a girlfriend.”
You paused your movements, narrowing your eyes into his, “Really?”
“Yes..fuck-”, he whined at the loss of friction.
“I’m all yours.” He reassured, placing a delicate kiss on your hand while glancing up at you through his half lidded eyes.
You grabbed him by his chin then and smashed your lips on his, the kiss later turning into a sloppy make-out session as you rolled your hips against him once more while pulling at his hair. This made him let out a quiet whine and instinctively buck his hips up, growing even more needy by the second.
Finally, you got off him. His eyebrows knitted in confusion before raising slightly in surprise as you started unzipping his trousers.
His dick sprung free, resting on his stomach. You started stroking his shaft tentatively, observing his little reactions. He whined, “Stop teasing.”
“Fine, I’ll let you have this just once.” You drawled before spitting directly on his cock and resuming stroking at an increased pace now. As you went faster, his whimpering got louder.
He suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping your ministrations. You gave him a confused look.
“Baby I can’t come like this, need to be inside you.” He complained then forcefully hitched your skirt up, revealing your soaked pussy.
He groaned at the sight and immediately began rubbing your clit, you bite your lip.
He carefully pushed his index inside your entrance, “tch, so tight.” He furrowed his eyebrows in focus before moving again.
You felt him insert a second finger in, moving painfully slow. “Go faster.” You ordered him, getting agitated at his pace.
Before you could complain again, his digits moved in and out of your slick with a sense of urgency, he curled his fingers slightly and continued which sent you over the edge. Only your lewd moans and the squelching of his movements filled the room.
“D-does this feel good?” Choso asked nervously, gulping as his boner grew more painful hearing your sweet noises.
“Yes ‘Cho, doing so good for me.” You whispered, about to be close to your climax.
He blushed slightly at your praise.
“Fuck…I’m close baby.” You told him, your voice becoming hoarse and body starting to tremble as he continued fingering you like a fucking pro.
“Wait. I want you to finish on my tongue.” He declared, hoisting your body up and carrying you over to the bed like you weighed nothing.
“Hold on-” You tried to get out of his grasp as things were going way different than what you had planned.
“Can’t. Need you now.” He said gruffly before placing you gently on the bed to your surprise.
He threw your leg over his shoulder, promptly diving into your pussy like a starved man. You let out a strangled whine and held the back of his hair instinctively. He groaned at that, sending vibrations to your cunt.
You tugged harder as his tongue explored your insides while one hand massaged your clit. He sucked and tongue fucked you all the way to your orgasm, “Oh fuck, I’m coming.” You whispered as your eyes shut, small tears painting your face and tremors racked through your body.
Your shaking seized as you rode out your climax at last. Choso hummed and immediately lapped up your juices with his tongue, swallowing every last bit of your essence.
You took minute to catch your breath in order for the frantic heaving of your chest to settle down from the events that just unfolded.
“Are you okay baby?” Your sweet boyfriend hovered over you worriedly, wiping your tears away with his hand.
“Ecstatic.” You replied in a monotone manner, still dazed for a moment.
He smiled, “I’m glad.”
Then you pushed yourself back up and leaned between his legs. Shoving his back against the headboard.
“Now I want to make you feel good, will you let me?” You questioned, searching his eyes for hesitance.
He squeezed your hips and eagerly nodded, “Been waiting forever for this.”
You giggled and placed a feathery kiss on his forehead.
“babe, hurry up.” you urged Sukuna, looking back at the timer on top of the screen that read one minute remaining.
“I’m trying, the male section is genuinely booty.” he grumbled as he furrowed his eyebrows at the laptop, his fingers aggressively tapping against the keyboard.
“you could always be a girl instead y’know.” you suggested thoughtfully, tapping your chin.
“that’s gay.” he scrunched up his nose, eyes still focused on his screen.
you blinked at him, “but playing a dress up game isn’t?”
“I’m this close to leaving the server.” he warned, eyes narrowing at you as his cursor hovered over the menu button.
“alright damn, my bad.” you quickly took it back, throwing your hands up dramatically.
you hastily tapped your keyboard as you rushed to add some final changes to your hair as soon as the timer read twenty seconds.
sukuna’s headache inducing keyboard smashing had seized so you assumed he was done with his outfit already.
the moment you clicked out of the hair menu, the timer was up. you sighed since you just barely scraped through.
sukuna placed his laptop away for a moment, picked up the almost empty sprite beside him and began to slurp his drink annoyingly loud.
“could you be any more classless?” you criticized him sharply, pinching your forehead together with your fingertips.
“god forbid a man rewards himself for hard work.” he rolled his eyes at you.
“you better not fuck up our duo.” you muttered, just as you mindlessly rated someone’s outfit two stars.
“now you know damn well my fit mogs yours.” he fired back, shooting a targeted look at you.
“all this talk and mind you, you’re not even a trendsetter rank at least.” you side eyed him.
“whatever.” he grouched and gave a player one star just out of spite.
the screen finally panned to your usernames and you instantly started bossing sukuna around on the specific poses to use.
“no ! use the left heart.” you corrected him.
“alright damn.” he begrudgingly obeyed and clicked on the heart pose l button.
“then do back to back.” you continued, weirdly focused on this.
he silently obliged.
“now use the first pose.”
“don’t tell me what to do.”
you shot him a pointed glare.
“never mind.” he muttered.
after your turn, the next player popped up looking a mess.
“sorry guys I didn’t finish. yeah we can tell.” sukuna read the chat out loud mockingly, proceeding to vote one star.
“I doubt finishing would have saved that outfit anyway.” you added on and giggled.
the next person flashed on the game, looking significantly better than the previous one.
you whistled and immediately gave her five stars.
“she’s really good.”
“meh. decent I guess.” he mumbled, his mouth positioned in a permanent frown as he clicked two stars.
“oh come on, that was at least four star worthy.” you reprimanded, looking back at him in disbelief.
“wasn’t as good as us though.” he shrugged.
“true.” you tilted your head slightly and gave an approving nod
the last player walked out looking an even bigger mess.
they went ahead to move around a plethora of poses you were ninety percent certain they just keyboard smashed.
“well, last and certainly least.” you corrected at the screen.
“she a mess, she the birthday makeup.” sukuna snorted as he started to type something in chat, which will probably get his account banned again.
you took a sip of water before asking, “wanna play cart ride into 17 pregnant hyenas after?”
“say wallahi that’s a real game.”
note: ts been MARINATING in the drafts for a while✌🏾🥀
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. In which you and Gojo become podcasters just for the hell of it (a fun side hustle) and unfortunately the guest on today’s episode is Naoya.
𝐜𝐰: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐠𝐲𝐧𝐲, 𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚
“Thank you to all our supporters for continuously showing our podcast some love, now before we start this episode, a special message from our sponsors…” Gojo introduced as always, flashing a boyish grin to the camera that made the women in the production crew swoon.
You tuned out his voice, letting it melt into background noise for a moment as your eyes scanned through the hefty script, going over your lines.
The set of papers were placed back on the table just as he finished the intro.
“Today, we have a special guest with us. Naoya Zenin, the leader of Hei unit in the Zenin clan.” The production crew applauded behind the camera as the blonde haired man walked across the room and made his way to the seat on set.
“Thank you for having me, it’s a pleasure to be here Gojo.” He greeted rather rudely, by that you mean completely ignoring you even though you’re also a host.
You just sucked it in and offered a polite smile, to which he scoffed at.
Gojo noticed the slight tension and promptly began the conversation, “So..Mr Zenin, it says here you’re the leader of a unit comprising of only the strongest sorcerers in the clan ranked semi grade 1 and above, how has that been going for you?”
“Well..I don’t really do much anyway, just occasionally assisting in combat trainings, some meetings here and there so it’s really not much work.” The unit head replied nonchalantly, seeming bored at such a question.
“Right..um-” Gojo cleared his throat, not sure how to respond to that.
“Interesting…so I hear you have quite the cursed technique and possess remarkable combat abilities, what was your journey like to get that strong?” You added on to the talk, quizzing him with your hands under your chin.
Naoya eyed you with disdain first.
‘Geez, does this guy have a crush on Gojo too?’ You thought to yourself as you already regretted having agreed to invite him.
He answered anyway, “Well it was easy of course, there were lots of difficult days and I did have to push myself twice as hard but I improved greatly in no time. I mean it’s to be expected, our biology is different after all.” He boasted, folding his arms and leaning back slightly.
You and Gojo looked at each other, confused.
“What do you mean by that?” You cautiously asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well I mean, a man’s of course. Women couldn’t achieve such strength even if they tried.” Naoya scoffed, the mere idea of that possibility was outlandish to him.
“What makes you say that?” Gojo tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows at his blatantly misogynistic comments.
You gave him a scolding look on the side since it was going against the script and he scratched the back of his hair nervously.
“It’s just for content baby, we’ll get mad views on this just think about it.” He whispered to you, covering the mic with his hand while persuading you.
The piss haired leader narrowed his eyes at both of you then rolled them before responding, “Take Maki for example, she’s a total weakling and will never be a real sorcerer anyway because of her disappointing lack of cursed energy, not to mention her being a female as well.”
You and Gojo opened your mouths to interject but he continued.
“See, Toji on the other hand is also a stain on the Zenin clan but at least he’s strong and I can admit that as a fellow high value man.” He pointed to himself dramatically and shook his head.
He went on a tangent at this point, “But you see, these women need to learn their place. They should be serving us, washing our feet, keeping to their rightful position. Ya feel me?” He looked around the room for validation, later sitting back as he was met with shocked expressions.
Gojo held up a finger, contemplating on which part to chastise. “By any chance, have you ever had a girlfriend or wife with this…personality?”
“Oh nah, never even had a girlfriend.” He admitted casually.
“..Okay-” You were about to comment but he was still yapping.
“But what I’m saying is, the reason I haven’t is because first of all, women be crazy as hell-”
“Okay so I think we’ve come to the end of this podcast-” Gojo attempted to stop him since things had quickly gotten out of hand.
“I don’t even let them bitches walk less than three steps behind me, and they better not even think of disobeying cause things gonna get active-” He began to spiral into unnecessary anger over the imaginary situation.
“Okay, we’ve come to the end of this episode now, thank you everyone for your continuous support and we’d also like to request you guys donate to my homegirl and Toji’s go fund me so they don’t get evicted-” You concluded and turned off your mic.
“And a special shoutout to @goatdori, our main camera man and our lovely editor @soso.da.goat for their consistent hard work and allowing episodes to run smoothly.” Gojo finished off, immediately signaling the camera crew to stop recording.
Click
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note. this was mostly inspired by da goat (notfathermariyuh on tt) ! the alpha male podcast parody was so funny omfg😭🙏🏾
Blind, deaf, mute and stuck in the arctic challenge with Choso and Itadori ! Featuring Gojo in the prison realm.
You set up the camera, ignoring the two brothers behind you audibly questioning why they bothered agreeing to this. Gojo was just happy to be there.
“always dragging us into stupid shit.” Choso grumbled.
“how the hell do you have wifi?!” Yuji asked in shock, pointing at the iPad I was FaceTiming Gojo on.
He shrugged, “I’m just built different I suppose.”
You shushed them both and resumed setting up the items for the challenge. Finally, you placed the bag of flour down and dusted off your hands.
“alright, who’s gonna be the mute?” You glanced between them, an evil grin plastered on your face.
“rock, paper, scissors to decide?” Yuji paused swinging between the countertops and suggested.
“sure.” Choso shrugged.
You nodded before asking, “let’s take turns maybe, Choso and I first?”
“fine by me.” He agreed.
You began chanting rock paper scissors at the same time, opening your fist with rock and Choso with scissors.
He facepalmed after realizing, “just kill me now.”
You and Itadori snorted. “It suits you big bro.” He joked.
“on god I will fuck your little ass up worse than I did in Shibuya.” Choso warned, sending him a stone cold stare.
“see now I personally wouldn’t take that disrespect. He might as well have called you a bitch.” You turned to Yuji, instigating an argument.
“lowkey insulted your entire manhood”. Gojo chimed in.
“I choose my peace.” He muttered then shivered as he got war flashbacks.
“that’s what I thought.” Choso replied cockily.
Yuji rolled his eyes and turned to you, “anyway, it’s our turn, the blind one I think?”
“right..” You held up your fist begrudgingly and started the game again. He opened his hand revealing paper and you mentally cursed since you chose rock again.
“oh god, I’m going to suck so bad at this.” You groaned, dragging a hand across your face.
“at least you’re not in a box..” Gojo trailed off.
“I think we’ve all been in boxes Gojo.” You rolled your eyes.
“yeah, stop making it about yourself.” Yuji added on. You both high fived.
“I swear to god, I will hollow purple both of yalls ass once I get out this bitch.” He warned.
“shiver me timbers.” You mocked then abruptly stopped as soon as you heard a crash on the other end, probably a result of him hitting the structure with his technique.
“yo it was a joke, chill out.” Your eyes widened as you stepped back to your side of the counter.
“someone’s on their period.” You mumbled.
“what’d you just say?” He narrowed his eyes.
“that you’re the best teacher in the world.” You quickly covered up, smiling nervously.
“thought so.” He eyed you sassily.
“anyway...” Choso attempted to changed the subject.
You sighed as you brought out the butter dish. Itadori perked up immediately after, “wait so if I’m deaf how am I supposed to communicate with you guys then?”
“Choso, Gojo and I will either gesture or talk really loud probably.” You clarified and he just let out an ‘ah’.
You clapped your hands once, “alright guys , it’s time to start, Yuji put your headphones in.” You proclaimed a bit too enthusiastically.
You walked over to Choso, grabbing the tape from the countertop to use on him. After cutting it out, you carefully placed it over his lips and all he could do was just stare at you with an ‘I’m so done’ look. You sheepishly apologized and went back beside Itadori.
“alright Choso, press the recording button.” You instructed as you grabbed your blindfold. After he gave a hum of confirmation and you heard the timer start, you put on your blindfold.
The video started. “hi everyone, I’m blind.” You tapped Yuji next.
“I’m deaf.” He raises his voice a decibel higher.
Choso’s words were muffled.
“and I’m stuck in the prison realm.” Gojo drawled.
“and today, we’ll be attempting to bake a cake” You finished off.
“wait, can someone point me downwards please??” Gojo interrupted, pleading through the screen.
Choso attempted to point it towards the table of ingredients, “why am I facing y/n’s ass?” He questioned, already getting distressed.
“what the hell?” You furrowed your eyebrows and turned around.
Yuji on the other hand was just in his own world, vibing to whatever was in those headphones. Probably one of Choso’s heavy metal playlists.
“guys, I think..I have the bowl, can one of you bring the flour over please?” You requested while attempting to feel the items around you.
Choso sidestepped Itadori and made his way over to help and tapped your shoulder. “can whoever that is please put the flour in the measuring cup, it should be like..two cups of flour I think?”
Choso hummed in acknowledgment then started pouring some into the cup, stopping when it looked like the measurement was about right. He proceeded to dunk the first cup into the bowl and repeated the process one more time.
“did y’all pre-heat the oven yet?” Gojo perked up over the call.
“I think so… Yuji make sure it’s on” You yelled, stopping him from cracking the eggs.
“…how do you pre-heat again?” He let out a nervous laughter.
The rest of you collectively facepalmed.
“oh my god, you see the bake setting right?” Gojo questioned, slowly losing his patience.
“yes.” He replied.
“okay so turn that on first.”
“It lit up that means it’s on right?” The pink haired boy asked, oddly focused on this simple task.
“yes it does, now you see the arrow there?” Gojo continued. He hummed in response.
“now press it until it says 180 ∘ c”.
“until what?” Yuji turned to the screen in confusion.
“Until it reaches 180 ∘ c”. You interjected a bit louder.
“okay.” Then a continuous beeping filled the room.
“alright done.” He announced, proud of his work.
“right…have you guys mixed all the dry ingredients?” Gojo ignored him.
Choso turned the iPad down to the bowl before you spoke, “We just need to add sugar now.”
“guys did any of you put a pan on the stove?” Itadori interrupted, grabbing the device to show Gojo.
Choso let out a muffled sound of shock.
“well don’t look at me, I aint even with yall.” The blue eyed sorcerer quickly said.
“…nobody looked at you sensei.” Yuji raised an eyebrow.
“well one of yall should turn it off please.” You ordered, fearing it was only a matter of time before they burnt something.
Choso turned off the stove and came back to assist you.
“someone tell me whether this is enough sugar.” You requested, fumbling with the measuring cup before finally scooping up some of the sugar from the pack.
“just put a little more.” Yuji ordered, putting emphasis on little.
You scooped up a little bit again and he stopped you, “okay that’s enough.”
You proceeded to angle the cup towards the bowl, using your other hand to feel where you’re positioning it. Once you felt it was pointed correctly you poured the sugar in.
Itadori then brought the wet ingredients. “alright we’re almost done guys, someone get the mixer?”
He paused before answering, “well..about that, Choso kinda broke it two weeks ago.”
You blinked once under the blindfold, breathing in before asking, “and how the hell did that happen?”
“beats me.”
“ok then…someone get a whisk and spatula.” Gojo suggested.
Choso rummaged through the drawer under the sink and later came back with said items.
“okay, Yuji you’re in charge of mixing and please try not to spill anything.” You pleaded, lowkey fearing for your life because your roommate Shoko might show up when her shift ends later and she’s scary as hell when she’s mad.
Gojo noticed Itadori still standing there doing nothing so he started yelling over the call, “Yuji, you’re in charge of mixing the batter and don’t mess up the table.”
The young boy flinched and immediately grabbed the whisk. Everything went wrong from there.
Yuji kept splattering the batter all over the place. It got so bad Choso just moved him aside and took over. Gojo wasn’t even paying attention anymore, he was literally playing block blast amidst the obvious chaos.
After mixing, Itadori brought out the cake pan from under the counter. “okay..bring the bowl closer..now stop.” He commanded as soon as it hovered directly on top of the pan.
“remember to pour it in slowly alright?” He reminded while guiding your hands.
“yes I’m aware.” You responded dryly and slowly tilted the bowl into the metal container underneath. Itadori stopped supervising as he thought you would be able to manage on your own but was proven extremely wrong.
As soon as he let go, you accidentally spilled some of the batter to the side of the pan, making the mixture gush onto the counter.
“wait. Stop, stop, stop.” He panicked, his eyes widened and grabbed the bowl from you. He then started to frantically clean the mess, gathering it with a bunch of paper towels.
“what happened?”. Your eyebrows knitted when he snatched the bowl away.
“oh nothing..just a little mess we’re cleaning up.” He tried to answer calmly as he rushed to throw away the paper towels while Choso wiped the table.
Later, the tattooed brother carefully placed the cake pan in the oven. Pressing the start and timer button to 30 minutes, he sighed in relief.
“ooh I just hit a new high score.” Gojo declared absentmindedly, ignoring the mayhem that just occurred.
You just shook your head, “okay, we’ll be back in 30 minutes to see how the cake looks.” You announced at the camera before turning it off.
1 HOUR LATER
You, Choso and Itadori were sprawled on your bedroom floor playing Roblox to pass time.
“you know, I think Choso should go downstairs first, as the oldest here.” You suggested while placing mouse traps near the stairs to capture the monster.
“I agree, set a good example you know.” Yuji nodded with a hand on his chin.
The lights down the steps flickered, “oh hell nah, y/n you’ve barely done shit this entire game.” He protested, sending a pointed glare your way.
“huh? I literally just got the map for you guys and set up the traps?” You defended yourself.
“and that’s all you’ve done the entire game, I’ve literally died like twice.” He threw his hands up in frustration.
“okay, okay fine. Yuji it’s your turn.” You immediately turned to him. Choso just shook his head.
“what? why me?” His voice slightly trembled as he peered downstairs.
“because, if you don’t you’re a pussy.” You shrugged while the other brother snickered.
He thought for a moment, “ugh fine, it can’t be that bad anyway.”
It was that bad.
His avatar slowly started walking down the stairs. Immediately, the light bulbs cracked. Suddenly this long haired and freakishly tall woman emerged in front of the door and jump-scared him.
He let out a high pitched scream as she chased him up the stairs, “nope, I’m a pussy never mind.” He screeched as he quickly ran up to hide under the bed in the game.
As soon as you and Choso saw the tall figure coming up, you accidentally hit the space bar in surprise and then long pressed sprint until you reached the room and hid in the closet, genuinely on the brink of tears. Those stupid traps didn’t do shit.
“what the hell is that?” Choso yelled in shock and you could hear him continuously slamming his keyboard as his avatar sprinted behind you.
“yo why is her ass not leaving??”. Yuji’s voice cracked as he saw her shadow right in front of the bed.
The monster retreated back downstairs and we all collectively exhaled in relief, unaware we were even holding our breath in the first place.
I was looking on the next floor for the second artifact when Yuji cleared his throat.
“Does anyone else smell something burning?” He asked in worry.
streamer!toji’s chat flames him until his secret girlfriend appears on his live
ac: Zaradrawings77 (twt)
“Why’s your apartment the size of my bedroom?” Toji read the comment section in disbelief and huffed in annoyance.
“Worry about your damn self brokey.” He fired back, eyes darting back to his monitor.
bumjino1hater: boy who you calling broke with your overly due rent
Seconds later, an automated voice read out “chosopegger3000 sent $500. message: we know you been streaming more cus you bout to get evicted, keep the change.”
“Thank you chosopegger3000 for the donation and to answer you all, I am perfectly financially stable.” He defended himself through gritted teeth, beginning to click his mouse more aggressively.
His focus shifted back to the game he was playing, tomodachi life.
Jude Bellingham had rejected his heart for the third time in a row and kept following Lebron James around like a lost puppy.
The screen suddenly turned pitch black for a moment before the setting changed to a diner.
Jude was sitting at the end of a booth by himself at the back of the restaurant, silently eating his burger until Toji’s mii rushed through the door.
The avatar’s eyes animatedly searched around the room for the mysterious footballer, soon enough he was spotted.
He quickly moved his tiny legs over to the table. His character was hunched over, holding his knees as he caught his breath before grabbing Jude’s attention.
He slowly turned his head after taking notice of Toji beside the table.
His avatar used this opportunity to confess his love for the star player. “ . . . Bellingham-senpai, I need to tell you something important.”
The mii motioned for him to continue.
“Well.. I-I…really like you. I’ve had feelings for you ever since I first saw you, please go out with me!” His character nervously admitted, squinting his eyes and lowering his head in embarrassment.
There was a long pause before the footballer’s mii responded. “. .Sorry, I can’t reciprocate these feelings at the moment, I’m just trying to focus on my career with real madrid right now.”
The shock was evident on Toji’s mii who kept blinking profusely while standing still as a rock.
While the devastated mii was still recovering from the rejection, an unexpected character appeared out of nowhere.
t0jitoe: HELPPP is that flippin sasuke??😭
Just then, Sasuke Uchiha teleported into the building with a poof, standing close to the entrance doors waiting.
Unbeknownst to Toji, he started to creep up behind and stopped just to dramatically fling him off screen.
He stood before Jude Bellingham now on some nonchalant shit, “Hold it right there, I’m the one that truly loves Jude.”
There was another long pause as his avatar waited for Sasuke to continue.
“I can treat you way better than that bum, say yes?” He finished off, his eyes trained on him with determination.
Toji’s mii swiftly ran back to the table, eyes darting between the two for a moment. “No ! I can treat you better.” He argued back, attempting to shove sasuke but failing and tripping onto the floor in the process.
“Who will you choose?” Both of the miis demanded, glancing at the footballer expectantly.
He paused for a moment before responding, “…Well I…I’ve always thought sasuke was really cool.”
Immediately after his answer, a cutscene flashed across the screen of Jude Bellingham and Sasuke holding hands while skipping towards the sunset.
Then the camera panned backwards to Toji’s mii on his knees with his hands covering his face.
Scene cut.
“Yo why the FUCK did Sasuke steal my goat Bellingham, that wasn’t how it was supposed to go??” He slammed his palm on his desk and shoved his headphones off in irritation.
mahoragahelpmedude: why u getting this mad over another man, gay ash
He glanced at the comment, not even bothering to respond.
“Alright guys, that’s it for today’s stream-” He paused his sentence when he heard the door to his office creak open, his eyes darted behind him.
“Baby? you weren’t answering the door so I just used my key.” Your soft voice filled the room and immediately, his chat started overflowing with a barrage of questions.
t0jisevictionotice: hold up, who that in the back??? mahoragahelpmedude: wait so he’s not a bum?? infinitebands101: WHO is that?? cursedeater05: ???
“Oh sorry, didn’t realize you were still streaming, I’ll just come back later.” You swiftly apologized and tried to close the door.
“It’s alright, you can come in sweets.” He reassured you, motioning for you to come closer.
You padded inside hesitantly, opting to position yourself away from the camera’s view since his fans didn’t know of you two’s relationship yet.
“Wanna say hi to my chat?” He asked gently, silently searching for any hesitation on your face.
You nodded, slightly surprised. “Sure, if you don’t mind them finding out.”
“Nope, secret’s already out anyway.” He drawled before casually plopping you on his lap, catching you off guard and that elicited a pointed glare his way.
Your attention went back to the stream and you waved shyly, “Hi everyone, and yes I’m his girlfriend so please stop calling him a bum.” You confirmed as your pupils shifted across the incoming comments.
darealattacktitan: ouu shii👀👀👀 [replying to darealattacktitan] gumigumi: fym ouu shii✌🏼😭 infinitebands101: yall need a third? haha mahoragahelpmedude: this mf pulls??? cursedw0mb: I’m always here just incase he fumbles yk
He gripped your waist tighter, eyebrows furrowed as he read the chat. “I’m never fumbling her, trust me.”
You giggled as he placed a tender kiss to your cheek.
“That’s it for today’s stream guys, same time tomorrow?” He ended the live, diverting his undivided attention back to his beautiful girlfriend.
synopsis. In which your date stood you up so your coworkers Nanami and Higuruma remind you what he’s missing.
( art creds | @/ayushnz_ on twt )
Slow jazz tunes resounded through the bar as you sipped your martini. You were beginning to grow impatient and to be honest, quite irritated as well due to your date’s unexpected lateness.
You checked your phone again and with a sigh, dropped it back on the table upon seeing nothing but your unread messages to Shiu.
He was over an hour late, you were mad at yourself for even still staying that long hopelessly waiting for him to walk through the entrance or for an explanatory text that would never come.
You gripped on your glass as you downed the rest of your drink, signaling to the bartender for another round of the same one.
Unbeknownst to you, two pairs of eyes were sneaking glances at you from across the room.
Nanami casually drank his whiskey as Higuruma went on about a difficult client who insisted on pleading guilty to a crime where the evidence is insufficient to prove that he did commit that felony.
“It’s just..frustrating you know, there’s no solid evidence to prove that he did do it..but he’s so adamant on taking the blame whereas this could easily be won with a not guilty plead.” He grumbled while dragging a hand over his face then gulped down the glass of brandy in frustration.
Nanami hummed, offering him an empathetic look. “It’s annoying yes but there will always be clients like that and you just have to..accept their decision by the end of the day, if they won’t budge that is. Downsides of being an attorney I guess.”
Higuruma huffed in response, “I’ll drink to that.”
Nanami glanced around the bar in boredom, swishing his drink but halting when he saw a strikingly familiar face sitting at the bar.
He eyed you down, his gaze moving down your legs watching as your short black dress rose up your thigh a fraction as you shifted around in your seat.
He tore his gaze away from you and looked back at the black haired lawyer in front of him. “Hey, behind you, isn’t that y/n?” He asked, nodding his head to her direction.
“Huh? she comes to these places?” Higuruma questioned incredulously then turned around searching the room to confirm. His eyes came to a stop as soon as he caught sight of you in your little black dress that complimented your brown skin perfectly.
“I guess so.” Nanami replied and shrugged, still stealing glances at you but there was a glint of desire in those eyes. Same as for Higuruma, who gave you a longing look.
“We should…keep her company maybe.” He suggested hesitantly, testing if both of them had the same thoughts.
“Yeah.” The blonde accountant agreed before setting the small glass down and standing up from the round table, Higuruma following after.
They made their way across the bar in short but efficient strides. Soon enough, they came up behind you and took a seat on opposite sides of you.
Higuruma spoke first, “Hey, y/n right?”.
You turned to the dark haired attorney in surprise. “Oh, Higuruma yeah? and yup that’s me.”
“Surprised to see you of all people here.” Nanami commented nonchalantly, his eyes boring into yours.
You yelped in equal surprise. “Nanami? I didn’t expect you to come round here either.” Your eyes narrowed slightly and your lips pursed.
“Higuruma and I just come for a drink here after work from time to time.” He shrugged coolly.
“So what brings you here? come here with someone?” The attorney asked, eyeing your attire with curiosity.
You let out a nervous laugh before answering, “Well.. technically yes but I was kind of uhm..stood up.” You finished timidly.
Both of the men raised their eyebrows in shock. You? what foolish man would ever fumble his chance with you like that?
“What a dick.” Higuruma stated flatly.
“Agreed.” Nanami drawled.
You let out an airy laugh, “Yeah, what a dick.”
Maybe it was your imagination but the pair seemed to shift closer to you.
“Let me buy you a drink, to help you push that man-child out of your mind.” He offered, slightly tilting his head awaiting your response.
You quickly waved your hands up frantically, “No it’s okay, you don’t have to really.”
Nanami furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “But I want to. Just think of it as a treat from a fellow co-worker.” He shrugged.
“Don’t think too much about it.” Higuruma interposed, lightly brushing his leg against yours.
You exhaled in defeat, “Alright then..one lychee martini.” You answered.
He smiled and Nanami told the bartender the order.
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You weren’t quite drunk yet, just tipsy since you didn’t want to overdo it tonight. The alcohol didn’t seem to be affecting the other two though, they continued drinking silently while you rambled about the boss overworking you half to death.
“I mean, how did he expect me to draft contracts, review case files, witness statements and then bring updates on the progress of the case in just three days?” You grumbled, holding the sides of your head in your hands as you stared at the now empty glass of gin.
Higuruma nodded in understanding, “Yeah he’s a real piece of work, so I’ve heard.”
“Next time just call one of us to help.” Nanami sternly instructed with his eyebrows knitted, wondering just how the hell you’re managing everything.
“Nah, wouldn’t want to bother you guys.” You dismissed the offer, much used to handling these complications on your own.
They both looked at each other apprehensively.
“You could never bother us, pretty.” Higuruma reassured firmly, placing a hand on your thigh comfortingly with his sanpaku eyes sinking into yours.
Your breath hitched at the nickname and sudden contact that sent a wave of electricity through you.
“We’re here for you..anything you need.” Nanami added on huskily, snaking a hand to the small of your back.
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Everything went by a blur, one moment you’re laughing and conversing with your handsome coworkers. The next moment, you’re sandwiched between the pair as they attack your neck with open mouthed kisses.
Nanami sucked and kissed up on the area near your collarbone while Higuruma held up your curls in his large hands as he placed feathery kisses on the side of your neck while pressing his hard-on against your clothed slit. You let out a breathy moan.
Nanami forcefully hitched your skimpy dress up, revealing your soaked panties.
“Already this wet for us? we haven’t even started.” He teased you, rubbing your clit through the fabric, his breath fanning your ear.
You could only respond with a whimper.
They suddenly let go of you, gaining a confused look from you.
“Need you to sit on my face pretty, can you do that for me?” Higuruma asked first, searching for any uncertainty on your face.
You nodded.
“Use your words.” He corrected you in a deceivingly calm voice, the back of his hand stroking your cheek.
“Y-yes.” You responded meekly.
He smiled widely, “Good. And you’re going to suck his cock like a good little slut.” He instructed, glancing at Nanami who now started touching himself at the scene before him.
You were in a daze and just nodded before positioning yourself, hovering your pussy over him just as he lied down under you.
He then grabbed the back of your thighs and shoved you down on his face. He hummed contentedly as he began exploring your cunt with his tongue. You let out a strangled whine then involuntary started grinding into his mouth, his nose lightly brushing your clit.
“Been waiting for this day so fucking long.” He slurred against your entrance.
“R-really?” Your eyes widened a fraction in surprise as you looked down at him.
Nanami nodded, “Ever since we saw that pretty little ass and tight button up walk into the office, you occupied our every thought. Night and day.” He confessed, stroking tentatively as he continued watching Higuruma tongue fuck you to oblivion.
“Want to know what we’ve been aching to do to you for months?” He asked in a low voice, one hand tilting your chin higher.
You nodded fervently without a second to waste.
He smiled faintly and then carefully lined his painfully hard cock towards your mouth. You sunk your mouth on it, stroking the remaining length, starting at the tip with your tongue resulting in a satisfied groan from the blonde as the sensation of your warm mouth enveloped his senses.
Without warning, Higuruma inserted an index finger into your entrance, bringing it in and out of you sensually while flattening his tongue to trace your opening. You writhed under his touch, moaning around Nanami’s length.
Your cheeks puffed as you bobbed your head against it, delivering swift licks from his tip to the shaft. He tilted his head back and moaned, “Fuck, even better than I imagined.”
He instinctively pushed your head deeper on his cock, your eyes teared up a bit but you fought through and proceeded to deep throat him, placing a hand on his hip to balance yourself just as Higuruma’s tongue lapped up your folds. Your touch burned through him.
You swirled your tongue around his base, continuing to rock your head up and down his cock.
He let out a strangled groan and began thrusting into your mouth, the movements getting more erratic as he drew closer to his orgasm.
Beneath you, only the slurping and content hums of Higuruma could be heard as he eagerly sucked on your clit. He drove his tongue in and out of your hole with urgency and slowly rutted against the bed as your whines grew more vocal, sending waves down Nanami’s length.
You held Higuruma by his hair and pulled on his strands, hips unconsciously grinding into his face. You were soaked, your juices trailed down his chin though he didn’t seem to care, eagerly slurping all you had to offer.
Your thighs squished on both sides of Higuruma’s face as you were nearing your climax.
“I’m gonna..hah…Hiromi !” You whined out as you detached from Nanami momentarily, your eyes blowing backwards as the weight of your incoming peak overwhelmed you.
His movements had heat spreading within your belly. Each flick of his tongue and swirl between your folds intensified that feeling.
The man beneath you ate you out fervently, bringing you the pleasure you deserved.
That foolish man didn’t know what he was missing, god he would drown in your pussy like this if he could.
“Cum in my mouth, pretty.” Higuruma calmly instructed, gripping your thighs tighter.
A choked sob escaped you as your release spurted out all over his face.
He voiced a satisfied sigh as he desperately licked up your juices.
Your body collapsed back on the bed until suddenly a finger plunged between your folds then pulled out, making you yelp.
“Wanna taste?” He turned back to Nanami and asked, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Without a second to waste, he leaned in and sucked the outstretched fingers soaked in your slick.
He hummed contentedly after pulling back.
“Fucking addictive, isn’t she?” Higuruma probed then moved back to you, caressing your cheek.
“Mhmm..taste yourself y/n.” He directed at you. He leaned down and grabbed your chin softly, a contrast to the manner his lips met yours, rough and desperate. His tongue dueled with your own as he deepened the kiss, gripping your hair at the back of your head harshly.
With his mouth still on yours, Higuruma lifted you up slightly and unclipped your bra, the sudden cold hitting your chest made you shiver.
“So pretty..” He whispered, fingers tracing from the curve of your breasts then down your spine.
His ministrations seized for a moment. Afterwards, his palm settled on one of your breasts and squeezed.
His head inclined towards your other breast, suctioning his mouth on the lump of fat.
The feeling of his tongue administering painfully slow and unfaltering flicks around your stiffened nipple led to a muffled whimper into Nanami’s mouth.
The blonde accountant followed suit, laying popcorn kisses that trailed from the side of your neck down to the center of your chest.
His mouth skipped over to your chest too, beginning to lick around the bud and eventually letting his tongue swipe over your other nipple leisurely, as if he were savoring this very moment.
He continued, abruptly wrapping his mouth around the area and sucking on it ravenously. The sound of your whimpers went straight to his dick, cursing himself when he felt his boner resurfacing.
A beat after, the pair detached from you. Abruptly, careful hands hoisted one of your legs over their shoulder.
You looked up under your eyelashes to be met directly with Higuruma’s lightly blushed face. Your pupils traveled down and couldn’t help but notice the evident tent in his slacks.
Nanami brushed strands of hair away from your face, “Want him to fill up that pretty pussy, sweetheart?”
You eagerly nodded just as the lawyer began unbuttoning his trousers, fearing the tremble rumbling in your voice would betray you.
“I want to hear you say it.” Higuruma commanded curtly, his movements halting as his cock head remained stationary between your folds.
You whined at the sensation of his length brushing against your entrance and obliged, “Need you ‘n me .”
He groaned at the confession, slowly sinking into your hole. You wrapped around him just right, making his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he was overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Tell me when I can move.” He softly instructed, rough hands cradling the back of your head as he tried so hard to be patient because as much as he’s been aching to fuck you stupid for a while now, he didn’t want to hurt you in any way.
After several seconds, you reassured him and inclined your head. “It’s alright.”
He smiled slightly and without warning, slammed into you abruptly.
His thick cock dragged in and out of your puffy folds, gauging a repeated squelch.
Higuruma moved within you in a frenzy, your whole body shaking in rhythm to his thrusts.
Nanami’s delicate touch behind you was a sharp contrast, he placed one hand on your lower hip to steady you and kissed below your ear.
“You’re doing so well for us sweetheart.” He praised, tracing his thumb to wipe away a stray tear.
He could hardly form intelligible sentences as he rammed deeper in your intoxicating pussy.
“mmh, f-fuck, taking me sooo well pretty.” He gasped and gripped your hips tighter.
You caught a glance at him below your eyelashes, his hair disheveled, a few strands stuck to his forehead as it gleamed with sweat.
His head slightly tilted back and adam’s apple shifted, your slick enveloping his senses sent him over the edge. He wasn’t planning to cum so soon but at this rate he’d be a goner.
With that thought in mind, he slowed his pace faintly in order to savor this very moment. You let out a protesting noise and he smiled down at you reassuringly before claiming your lips in a messy kiss, his tongue dueled with yours and let out a moan as you granted him more access, deepening it.
A string of saliva followed as you two detached and without a second to waste, Nanami tilted your head and pulled you into another kiss. The momentum was different from Higuruma’s, it was softer, delicate, more calculated.
He moved at a steady pace, his tongue politely asking to enter before you obliged.
Higuruma below you picked up the tempo, his length brushing against that very sweet spot that made your back arch.
The lewd sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room, a stray tear escaped your eye, to which Nanami carefully swiped away with his thumb as you got closer to your peak.
Higuruma’s hips stuttered above you as that warm sensation pooled across his lower stomach, “C-can I cum inside pretty? need to fill her up.” He asked breathlessly, silently pleading with his eyes.
Immediately you nodded, his hips snapped against you restlessly, with urgency, whimpering as his dick slammed in and out of your walls.
His grip on your waist tightened and his breathing grew even more irregular as he was reaching his own climax.
His eyebrows furrowed in concentration but ultimately failing when the sensation overtook him, shooting thick splashes of his seed into you.
Your orgasm followed a beat after, creating a sticky mess between both of you.
He leaned down to peck at your lips, then let his head fall into the crevice of your neck.
“You did so good for me baby.” He mumbled into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to it.
Then he lifted his body slightly off you, “Gonna be a good girl for Nanami now?” Higuruma asked softly while slowly tracing your cheekbone.
You nodded stiffly.
“Words, pretty girl.” He corrected you in a dangerously sweet tone.
“god yes, need it ‘s much.” You admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you made eye contact with the blonde.
Nanami’s face was flushed as he held his weeping cock, still slightly panting as he had been silently pumping himself to the sight of Higuruma buried deep inside you.
The bed dipped under his weight as he approached you.
The sight of Higuruma’s cum still spilled down the inside of your thighs made him leak out a low whimper.
He pressed his tip against your swollen clit, taking in the way your body squirmed beneath him. Prodding the head of his cock into your greedy hole.
You moaned as he captured your lips into a sloppy kiss just as his length hit your sweet spot. He set a brutal pace, making every word out of your mouth come out in a babble.
“ngh, d-don’t stop, please ‘ken.” You rambled on, you could barely form coherent thoughts as he drilled into you, balls smacking roughly against your front.
His hips stuttered at the nickname falling from your lips.
He was going to make you cum sooner than you expected.
The completely unhinged look in his eyes and precision he was fucking into your g spot sent you over the edge. Your walls clenched around him, inciting a needy groan from him.
“Close baby?” He checked in between thrusts, admiring your disheveled state.
You nodded, paired with a whimper as that same sensation before pooled up your stomach while Nanami dragged his cock between your overstimulated walls.
While you were lost in your pleasure, Higuruma’s mouth attached to yours. A mess of tangled tongues began and he moaned in between your lips as he kissed you desperately, drinking in the taste.
A string of saliva followed as you two detached, his eyes were in a dazed state, staring intently at you like he badly needed more.
He moved downwards to your hardened nipples and tentatively massaged one of them in his palms, “So beautiful, isn’t she Kento?”.
“Gorgeous, and taking me so well too.” Nanami grunted, thrusting in and out of you, obscene sounds followed as he was nearing his own orgasm too.
He carefully lifted one of your legs up and placed them on his shoulder. His pace became erratic as he was chasing his own release too now, his chest glistened with sweat and jaw clenched in deep focus.
At the same time, Higuruma began to suck on your nipple, his hand massaging the other. His tongue lapped around your areola then proceeded to widen his mouth to take more in and purse his mouth around the area, continuously sucking and releasing it.
The combined sensations elicited a sharp cry from you as your body twitched, your release consuming you.
Nanami’s tempo had slowed down, he pushed one last thrust before coating your insides with his release.
After he pulled out of you, the two helped clean you up. Your body was too tired to move, talk less of getting out of bed.
Higuruma left the room momentarily and came back with a towel and started cleaning the mess they both made between your thighs.
Nanami brought back some smaller clothes he found for you to sleep in then diligently helped you put them on.
Afterwards, both men showered you with affection as you were sandwiched between them. Kisses placed on either side of your forehead and two strong arms embracing you brought an involuntary smile to your face.
Nanami observed your relaxed expression, the way your curls framed your face and how your lips fixed slightly in a pout in your sleep.
Higuruma hugged you from behind, his body so close that he could feel the steady rise and fall of your breathing, ultimately lulling him to rest.
Nanami followed suit, his arm resting on the other side of your waist as he eventually shut his eyes.
synopsis. satoru is a bonafide genius. he’s got the perfect transcript and ten-year plan to prove it. he knows how to keep his head down and avoid the chaos his twin thrives in. so when the unofficial frat princess sets her sights on him, he knows there’s a catch. he just doesn’t figure out what it is until he’s already fallen for her
pairing. nerd! satoru gojo x popular! fem! reader. ✶ contents. sfw! fluff. eventual angst. college + gojo twins au ⇢ fratjo’s called souta. takes place during junior year. brief mentions of ex bf! toji. loosely inspired by ‘how to lose a guy in ten days’ and very romcom-esque with a lot of drama. reader is very flawed and lowkey insufferable + the bet is hella dumb ˖ ࣪ . ࿐
day zero ✶ day one ✶ day two ✶ day three ✶ day four ✶ day five
day six ✶ day seven ✶ day eight ✶ day nine ✶ day ten ✶ weekend
+ more days to come
synopsis. In which your date stood you up so your coworkers Nanami and Higuruma remind you what he’s missing.
( art creds | @/ayushnz_ on twt )
Slow jazz tunes resounded through the bar as you sipped your martini. You were beginning to grow impatient and to be honest, quite irritated as well due to your date’s unexpected lateness.
You checked your phone again and with a sigh, dropped it back on the table upon seeing nothing but your unread messages to Shiu.
He was over an hour late, you were mad at yourself for even still staying that long hopelessly waiting for him to walk through the entrance or for an explanatory text that would never come.
You gripped on your glass as you downed the rest of your drink, signaling to the bartender for another round of the same one.
Unbeknownst to you, two pairs of eyes were sneaking glances at you from across the room.
Nanami casually drank his whiskey as Higuruma went on about a difficult client who insisted on pleading guilty to a crime where the evidence is insufficient to prove that he did commit that felony.
“It’s just..frustrating you know, there’s no solid evidence to prove that he did do it..but he’s so adamant on taking the blame whereas this could easily be won with a not guilty plead.” He grumbled while dragging a hand over his face then gulped down the glass of brandy in frustration.
Nanami hummed, offering him an empathetic look. “It’s annoying yes but there will always be clients like that and you just have to..accept their decision by the end of the day, if they won’t budge that is. Downsides of being an attorney I guess.”
Higuruma huffed in response, “I’ll drink to that.”
Nanami glanced around the bar in boredom, swishing his drink but halting when he saw a strikingly familiar face sitting at the bar.
He eyed you down, his gaze moving down your legs watching as your short black dress rose up your thigh a fraction as you shifted around in your seat.
He tore his gaze away from you and looked back at the black haired lawyer in front of him. “Hey, behind you, isn’t that y/n?” He asked, nodding his head to her direction.
“Huh? she comes to these places?” Higuruma questioned incredulously then turned around searching the room to confirm. His eyes came to a stop as soon as he caught sight of you in your little black dress that complimented your brown skin perfectly.
“I guess so.” Nanami replied and shrugged, still stealing glances at you but there was a glint of desire in those eyes. Same as for Higuruma, who gave you a longing look.
“We should…keep her company maybe.” He suggested hesitantly, testing if both of them had the same thoughts.
“Yeah.” The blonde accountant agreed before setting the small glass down and standing up from the round table, Higuruma following after.
They made their way across the bar in short but efficient strides. Soon enough, they came up behind you and took a seat on opposite sides of you.
Higuruma spoke first, “Hey, y/n right?”.
You turned to the dark haired attorney in surprise. “Oh, Higuruma yeah? and yup that’s me.”
“Surprised to see you of all people here.” Nanami commented nonchalantly, his eyes boring into yours.
You yelped in equal surprise. “Nanami? I didn’t expect you to come round here either.” Your eyes narrowed slightly and your lips pursed.
“Higuruma and I just come for a drink here after work from time to time.” He shrugged coolly.
“So what brings you here? come here with someone?” The attorney asked, eyeing your attire with curiosity.
You let out a nervous laugh before answering, “Well.. technically yes but I was kind of uhm..stood up.” You finished timidly.
Both of the men raised their eyebrows in shock. You? what foolish man would ever fumble his chance with you like that?
“What a dick.” Higuruma stated flatly.
“Agreed.” Nanami drawled.
You let out an airy laugh, “Yeah, what a dick.”
Maybe it was your imagination but the pair seemed to shift closer to you.
“Let me buy you a drink, to help you push that man-child out of your mind.” He offered, slightly tilting his head awaiting your response.
You quickly waved your hands up frantically, “No it’s okay, you don’t have to really.”
Nanami furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “But I want to. Just think of it as a treat from a fellow co-worker.” He shrugged.
“Don’t think too much about it.” Higuruma interposed, lightly brushing his leg against yours.
You exhaled in defeat, “Alright then..one lychee martini.” You answered.
He smiled and Nanami told the bartender the order.
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You weren’t quite drunk yet, just tipsy since you didn’t want to overdo it tonight. The alcohol didn’t seem to be affecting the other two though, they continued drinking silently while you rambled about the boss overworking you half to death.
“I mean, how did he expect me to draft contracts, review case files, witness statements and then bring updates on the progress of the case in just three days?” You grumbled, holding the sides of your head in your hands as you stared at the now empty glass of gin.
Higuruma nodded in understanding, “Yeah he’s a real piece of work, so I’ve heard.”
“Next time just call one of us to help.” Nanami sternly instructed with his eyebrows knitted, wondering just how the hell you’re managing everything.
“Nah, wouldn’t want to bother you guys.” You dismissed the offer, much used to handling these complications on your own.
They both looked at each other apprehensively.
“You could never bother us, pretty.” Higuruma reassured firmly, placing a hand on your thigh comfortingly with his sanpaku eyes sinking into yours.
Your breath hitched at the nickname and sudden contact that sent a wave of electricity through you.
“We’re here for you..anything you need.” Nanami added on huskily, snaking a hand to the small of your back.
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Everything went by a blur, one moment you’re laughing and conversing with your handsome coworkers. The next moment, you’re sandwiched between the pair as they attack your neck with open mouthed kisses.
Nanami sucked and kissed up on the area near your collarbone while Higuruma held up your curls in his large hands as he placed feathery kisses on the side of your neck while pressing his hard-on against your clothed slit. You let out a breathy moan.
Nanami forcefully hitched your skimpy dress up, revealing your soaked panties.
“Already this wet for us? we haven’t even started.” He teased you, rubbing your clit through the fabric, his breath fanning your ear.
You could only respond with a whimper.
They suddenly let go of you, gaining a confused look from you.
“Need you to sit on my face pretty, can you do that for me?” Higuruma asked first, searching for any uncertainty on your face.
You nodded.
“Use your words.” He corrected you in a deceivingly calm voice, the back of his hand stroking your cheek.
“Y-yes.” You responded meekly.
He smiled widely, “Good. And you’re going to suck his cock like a good little slut.” He instructed, glancing at Nanami who now started touching himself at the scene before him.
You were in a daze and just nodded before positioning yourself, hovering your pussy over him just as he lied down under you.
He then grabbed the back of your thighs and shoved you down on his face. He hummed contentedly as he began exploring your cunt with his tongue. You let out a strangled whine then involuntary started grinding into his mouth, his nose lightly brushing your clit.
“Been waiting for this day so fucking long.” He slurred against your entrance.
“R-really?” Your eyes widened a fraction in surprise as you looked down at him.
Nanami nodded, “Ever since we saw that pretty little ass and tight button up walk into the office, you occupied our every thought. Night and day.” He confessed, stroking tentatively as he continued watching Higuruma tongue fuck you to oblivion.
“Want to know what we’ve been aching to do to you for months?” He asked in a low voice, one hand tilting your chin higher.
You nodded fervently without a second to waste.
He smiled faintly and then carefully lined his painfully hard cock towards your mouth. You sunk your mouth on it, stroking the remaining length, starting at the tip with your tongue resulting in a satisfied groan from the blonde as the sensation of your warm mouth enveloped his senses.
Without warning, Higuruma inserted an index finger into your entrance, bringing it in and out of you sensually while flattening his tongue to trace your opening. You writhed under his touch, moaning around Nanami’s length.
Your cheeks puffed as you bobbed your head against it, delivering swift licks from his tip to the shaft. He tilted his head back and moaned, “Fuck, even better than I imagined.”
He instinctively pushed your head deeper on his cock, your eyes teared up a bit but you fought through and proceeded to deep throat him, placing a hand on his hip to balance yourself just as Higuruma’s tongue lapped up your folds. Your touch burned through him.
You swirled your tongue around his base, continuing to rock your head up and down his cock.
He let out a strangled groan and began thrusting into your mouth, the movements getting more erratic as he drew closer to his orgasm.
Beneath you, only the slurping and content hums of Higuruma could be heard as he eagerly sucked on your clit. He drove his tongue in and out of your hole with urgency and slowly rutted against the bed as your whines grew more vocal, sending waves down Nanami’s length.
You held Higuruma by his hair and pulled on his strands, hips unconsciously grinding into his face. You were soaked, your juices trailed down his chin though he didn’t seem to care, eagerly slurping all you had to offer.
Your thighs squished on both sides of Higuruma’s face as you were nearing your climax.
“I’m gonna..hah…Hiromi !” You whined out as you detached from Nanami momentarily, your eyes blowing backwards as the weight of your incoming peak overwhelmed you.
His movements had heat spreading within your belly. Each flick of his tongue and swirl between your folds intensified that feeling.
The man beneath you ate you out fervently, bringing you the pleasure you deserved.
That foolish man didn’t know what he was missing, god he would drown in your pussy like this if he could.
“Cum in my mouth, pretty.” Higuruma calmly instructed, gripping your thighs tighter.
A choked sob escaped you as your release spurted out all over his face.
He voiced a satisfied sigh as he desperately licked up your juices.
Your body collapsed back on the bed until suddenly a finger plunged between your folds then pulled out, making you yelp.
“Wanna taste?” He turned back to Nanami and asked, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Without a second to waste, he leaned in and sucked the outstretched fingers soaked in your slick.
He hummed contentedly after pulling back.
“Fucking addictive, isn’t she?” Higuruma probed then moved back to you, caressing your cheek.
“Mhmm..taste yourself y/n.” He directed at you. He leaned down and grabbed your chin softly, a contrast to the manner his lips met yours, rough and desperate. His tongue dueled with your own as he deepened the kiss, gripping your hair at the back of your head harshly.
With his mouth still on yours, Higuruma lifted you up slightly and unclipped your bra, the sudden cold hitting your chest made you shiver.
“So pretty..” He whispered, fingers tracing from the curve of your breasts then down your spine.
His ministrations seized for a moment. Afterwards, his palm settled on one of your breasts and squeezed.
His head inclined towards your other breast, suctioning his mouth on the lump of fat.
The feeling of his tongue administering painfully slow and unfaltering flicks around your stiffened nipple led to a muffled whimper into Nanami’s mouth.
The blonde accountant followed suit, laying popcorn kisses that trailed from the side of your neck down to the center of your chest.
His mouth skipped over to your chest too, beginning to lick around the bud and eventually letting his tongue swipe over your other nipple leisurely, as if he were savoring this very moment.
He continued, abruptly wrapping his mouth around the area and sucking on it ravenously. The sound of your whimpers went straight to his dick, cursing himself when he felt his boner resurfacing.
A beat after, the pair detached from you. Abruptly, careful hands hoisted one of your legs over their shoulder.
You looked up under your eyelashes to be met directly with Higuruma’s lightly blushed face. Your pupils traveled down and couldn’t help but notice the evident tent in his slacks.
Nanami brushed strands of hair away from your face, “Want him to fill up that pretty pussy, sweetheart?”
You eagerly nodded just as the lawyer began unbuttoning his trousers, fearing the tremble rumbling in your voice would betray you.
“I want to hear you say it.” Higuruma commanded curtly, his movements halting as his cock head remained stationary between your folds.
You whined at the sensation of his length brushing against your entrance and obliged, “Need you ‘n me .”
He groaned at the confession, slowly sinking into your hole. You wrapped around him just right, making his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he was overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Tell me when I can move.” He softly instructed, rough hands cradling the back of your head as he tried so hard to be patient because as much as he’s been aching to fuck you stupid for a while now, he didn’t want to hurt you in any way.
After several seconds, you reassured him and inclined your head. “It’s alright.”
He smiled slightly and without warning, slammed into you abruptly.
His thick cock dragged in and out of your puffy folds, gauging a repeated squelch.
Higuruma moved within you in a frenzy, your whole body shaking in rhythm to his thrusts.
Nanami’s delicate touch behind you was a sharp contrast, he placed one hand on your lower hip to steady you and kissed below your ear.
“You’re doing so well for us sweetheart.” He praised, tracing his thumb to wipe away a stray tear.
He could hardly form intelligible sentences as he rammed deeper in your intoxicating pussy.
“mmh, f-fuck, taking me sooo well pretty.” He gasped and gripped your hips tighter.
You caught a glance at him below your eyelashes, his hair disheveled, a few strands stuck to his forehead as it gleamed with sweat.
His head slightly tilted back and adam’s apple shifted, your slick enveloping his senses sent him over the edge. He wasn’t planning to cum so soon but at this rate he’d be a goner.
With that thought in mind, he slowed his pace faintly in order to savor this very moment. You let out a protesting noise and he smiled down at you reassuringly before claiming your lips in a messy kiss, his tongue dueled with yours and let out a moan as you granted him more access, deepening it.
A string of saliva followed as you two detached and without a second to waste, Nanami tilted your head and pulled you into another kiss. The momentum was different from Higuruma’s, it was softer, delicate, more calculated.
He moved at a steady pace, his tongue politely asking to enter before you obliged.
Higuruma below you picked up the tempo, his length brushing against that very sweet spot that made your back arch.
The lewd sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room, a stray tear escaped your eye, to which Nanami carefully swiped away with his thumb as you got closer to your peak.
Higuruma’s hips stuttered above you as that warm sensation pooled across his lower stomach, “C-can I cum inside pretty? need to fill her up.” He asked breathlessly, silently pleading with his eyes.
Immediately you nodded, his hips snapped against you restlessly, with urgency, whimpering as his dick slammed in and out of your walls.
His grip on your waist tightened and his breathing grew even more irregular as he was reaching his own climax.
His eyebrows furrowed in concentration but ultimately failing when the sensation overtook him, shooting thick splashes of his seed into you.
Your orgasm followed a beat after, creating a sticky mess between both of you.
He leaned down to peck at your lips, then let his head fall into the crevice of your neck.
“You did so good for me baby.” He mumbled into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to it.
Then he lifted his body slightly off you, “Gonna be a good girl for Nanami now?” Higuruma asked softly while slowly tracing your cheekbone.
You nodded stiffly.
“Words, pretty girl.” He corrected you in a dangerously sweet tone.
“god yes, need it ‘s much.” You admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you made eye contact with the blonde.
Nanami’s face was flushed as he held his weeping cock, still slightly panting as he had been silently pumping himself to the sight of Higuruma buried deep inside you.
The bed dipped under his weight as he approached you.
The sight of Higuruma’s cum still spilled down the inside of your thighs made him leak out a low whimper.
He pressed his tip against your swollen clit, taking in the way your body squirmed beneath him. Prodding the head of his cock into your greedy hole.
You moaned as he captured your lips into a sloppy kiss just as his length hit your sweet spot. He set a brutal pace, making every word out of your mouth come out in a babble.
“ngh, d-don’t stop, please ‘ken.” You rambled on, you could barely form coherent thoughts as he drilled into you, balls smacking roughly against your front.
His hips stuttered at the nickname falling from your lips.
He was going to make you cum sooner than you expected.
The completely unhinged look in his eyes and precision he was fucking into your g spot sent you over the edge. Your walls clenched around him, inciting a needy groan from him.
“Close baby?” He checked in between thrusts, admiring your disheveled state.
You nodded, paired with a whimper as that same sensation before pooled up your stomach while Nanami dragged his cock between your overstimulated walls.
While you were lost in your pleasure, Higuruma’s mouth attached to yours. A mess of tangled tongues began and he moaned in between your lips as he kissed you desperately, drinking in the taste.
A string of saliva followed as you two detached, his eyes were in a dazed state, staring intently at you like he badly needed more.
He moved downwards to your hardened nipples and tentatively massaged one of them in his palms, “So beautiful, isn’t she Kento?”.
“Gorgeous, and taking me so well too.” Nanami grunted, thrusting in and out of you, obscene sounds followed as he was nearing his own orgasm too.
He carefully lifted one of your legs up and placed them on his shoulder. His pace became erratic as he was chasing his own release too now, his chest glistened with sweat and jaw clenched in deep focus.
At the same time, Higuruma began to suck on your nipple, his hand massaging the other. His tongue lapped around your areola then proceeded to widen his mouth to take more in and purse his mouth around the area, continuously sucking and releasing it.
The combined sensations elicited a sharp cry from you as your body twitched, your release consuming you.
Nanami’s tempo had slowed down, he pushed one last thrust before coating your insides with his release.
After he pulled out of you, the two helped clean you up. Your body was too tired to move, talk less of getting out of bed.
Higuruma left the room momentarily and came back with a towel and started cleaning the mess they both made between your thighs.
Nanami brought back some smaller clothes he found for you to sleep in then diligently helped you put them on.
Afterwards, both men showered you with affection as you were sandwiched between them. Kisses placed on either side of your forehead and two strong arms embracing you brought an involuntary smile to your face.
Nanami observed your relaxed expression, the way your curls framed your face and how your lips fixed slightly in a pout in your sleep.
Higuruma hugged you from behind, his body so close that he could feel the steady rise and fall of your breathing, ultimately lulling him to rest.
Nanami followed suit, his arm resting on the other side of your waist as he eventually shut his eyes.
synopsis. In which your date stood you up so your coworkers Nanami and Higuruma remind you what he’s missing.
( art creds | @/ayushnz_ on twt )
Slow jazz tunes resounded through the bar as you sipped your martini. You were beginning to grow impatient and to be honest, quite irritated as well due to your date’s unexpected lateness.
You checked your phone again and with a sigh, dropped it back on the table upon seeing nothing but your unread messages to Shiu.
He was over an hour late, you were mad at yourself for even still staying that long hopelessly waiting for him to walk through the entrance or for an explanatory text that would never come.
You gripped on your glass as you downed the rest of your drink, signaling to the bartender for another round of the same one.
Unbeknownst to you, two pairs of eyes were sneaking glances at you from across the room.
Nanami casually drank his whiskey as Higuruma went on about a difficult client who insisted on pleading guilty to a crime where the evidence is insufficient to prove that he did commit that felony.
“It’s just..frustrating you know, there’s no solid evidence to prove that he did do it..but he’s so adamant on taking the blame whereas this could easily be won with a not guilty plead.” He grumbled while dragging a hand over his face then gulped down the glass of brandy in frustration.
Nanami hummed, offering him an empathetic look. “It’s annoying yes but there will always be clients like that and you just have to..accept their decision by the end of the day, if they won’t budge that is. Downsides of being an attorney I guess.”
Higuruma huffed in response, “I’ll drink to that.”
Nanami glanced around the bar in boredom, swishing his drink but halting when he saw a strikingly familiar face sitting at the bar.
He eyed you down, his gaze moving down your legs watching as your short black dress rose up your thigh a fraction as you shifted around in your seat.
He tore his gaze away from you and looked back at the black haired lawyer in front of him. “Hey, behind you, isn’t that y/n?” He asked, nodding his head to her direction.
“Huh? she comes to these places?” Higuruma questioned incredulously then turned around searching the room to confirm. His eyes came to a stop as soon as he caught sight of you in your little black dress that complimented your brown skin perfectly.
“I guess so.” Nanami replied and shrugged, still stealing glances at you but there was a glint of desire in those eyes. Same as for Higuruma, who gave you a longing look.
“We should…keep her company maybe.” He suggested hesitantly, testing if both of them had the same thoughts.
“Yeah.” The blonde accountant agreed before setting the small glass down and standing up from the round table, Higuruma following after.
They made their way across the bar in short but efficient strides. Soon enough, they came up behind you and took a seat on opposite sides of you.
Higuruma spoke first, “Hey, y/n right?”.
You turned to the dark haired attorney in surprise. “Oh, Higuruma yeah? and yup that’s me.”
“Surprised to see you of all people here.” Nanami commented nonchalantly, his eyes boring into yours.
You yelped in equal surprise. “Nanami? I didn’t expect you to come round here either.” Your eyes narrowed slightly and your lips pursed.
“Higuruma and I just come for a drink here after work from time to time.” He shrugged coolly.
“So what brings you here? come here with someone?” The attorney asked, eyeing your attire with curiosity.
You let out a nervous laugh before answering, “Well.. technically yes but I was kind of uhm..stood up.” You finished timidly.
Both of the men raised their eyebrows in shock. You? what foolish man would ever fumble his chance with you like that?
“What a dick.” Higuruma stated flatly.
“Agreed.” Nanami drawled.
You let out an airy laugh, “Yeah, what a dick.”
Maybe it was your imagination but the pair seemed to shift closer to you.
“Let me buy you a drink, to help you push that man-child out of your mind.” He offered, slightly tilting his head awaiting your response.
You quickly waved your hands up frantically, “No it’s okay, you don’t have to really.”
Nanami furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “But I want to. Just think of it as a treat from a fellow co-worker.” He shrugged.
“Don’t think too much about it.” Higuruma interposed, lightly brushing his leg against yours.
You exhaled in defeat, “Alright then..one lychee martini.” You answered.
He smiled and Nanami told the bartender the order.
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You weren’t quite drunk yet, just tipsy since you didn’t want to overdo it tonight. The alcohol didn’t seem to be affecting the other two though, they continued drinking silently while you rambled about the boss overworking you half to death.
“I mean, how did he expect me to draft contracts, review case files, witness statements and then bring updates on the progress of the case in just three days?” You grumbled, holding the sides of your head in your hands as you stared at the now empty glass of gin.
Higuruma nodded in understanding, “Yeah he’s a real piece of work, so I’ve heard.”
“Next time just call one of us to help.” Nanami sternly instructed with his eyebrows knitted, wondering just how the hell you’re managing everything.
“Nah, wouldn’t want to bother you guys.” You dismissed the offer, much used to handling these complications on your own.
They both looked at each other apprehensively.
“You could never bother us, pretty.” Higuruma reassured firmly, placing a hand on your thigh comfortingly with his sanpaku eyes sinking into yours.
Your breath hitched at the nickname and sudden contact that sent a wave of electricity through you.
“We’re here for you..anything you need.” Nanami added on huskily, snaking a hand to the small of your back.
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Everything went by a blur, one moment you’re laughing and conversing with your handsome coworkers. The next moment, you’re sandwiched between the pair as they attack your neck with open mouthed kisses.
Nanami sucked and kissed up on the area near your collarbone while Higuruma held up your curls in his large hands as he placed feathery kisses on the side of your neck while pressing his hard-on against your clothed slit. You let out a breathy moan.
Nanami forcefully hitched your skimpy dress up, revealing your soaked panties.
“Already this wet for us? we haven’t even started.” He teased you, rubbing your clit through the fabric, his breath fanning your ear.
You could only respond with a whimper.
They suddenly let go of you, gaining a confused look from you.
“Need you to sit on my face pretty, can you do that for me?” Higuruma asked first, searching for any uncertainty on your face.
You nodded.
“Use your words.” He corrected you in a deceivingly calm voice, the back of his hand stroking your cheek.
“Y-yes.” You responded meekly.
He smiled widely, “Good. And you’re going to suck his cock like a good little slut.” He instructed, glancing at Nanami who now started touching himself at the scene before him.
You were in a daze and just nodded before positioning yourself, hovering your pussy over him just as he lied down under you.
He then grabbed the back of your thighs and shoved you down on his face. He hummed contentedly as he began exploring your cunt with his tongue. You let out a strangled whine then involuntary started grinding into his mouth, his nose lightly brushing your clit.
“Been waiting for this day so fucking long.” He slurred against your entrance.
“R-really?” Your eyes widened a fraction in surprise as you looked down at him.
Nanami nodded, “Ever since we saw that pretty little ass and tight button up walk into the office, you occupied our every thought. Night and day.” He confessed, stroking tentatively as he continued watching Higuruma tongue fuck you to oblivion.
“Want to know what we’ve been aching to do to you for months?” He asked in a low voice, one hand tilting your chin higher.
You nodded fervently without a second to waste.
He smiled faintly and then carefully lined his painfully hard cock towards your mouth. You sunk your mouth on it, stroking the remaining length, starting at the tip with your tongue resulting in a satisfied groan from the blonde as the sensation of your warm mouth enveloped his senses.
Without warning, Higuruma inserted an index finger into your entrance, bringing it in and out of you sensually while flattening his tongue to trace your opening. You writhed under his touch, moaning around Nanami’s length.
Your cheeks puffed as you bobbed your head against it, delivering swift licks from his tip to the shaft. He tilted his head back and moaned, “Fuck, even better than I imagined.”
He instinctively pushed your head deeper on his cock, your eyes teared up a bit but you fought through and proceeded to deep throat him, placing a hand on his hip to balance yourself just as Higuruma’s tongue lapped up your folds. Your touch burned through him.
You swirled your tongue around his base, continuing to rock your head up and down his cock.
He let out a strangled groan and began thrusting into your mouth, the movements getting more erratic as he drew closer to his orgasm.
Beneath you, only the slurping and content hums of Higuruma could be heard as he eagerly sucked on your clit. He drove his tongue in and out of your hole with urgency and slowly rutted against the bed as your whines grew more vocal, sending waves down Nanami’s length.
You held Higuruma by his hair and pulled on his strands, hips unconsciously grinding into his face. You were soaked, your juices trailed down his chin though he didn’t seem to care, eagerly slurping all you had to offer.
Your thighs squished on both sides of Higuruma’s face as you were nearing your climax.
“I’m gonna..hah…Hiromi !” You whined out as you detached from Nanami momentarily, your eyes blowing backwards as the weight of your incoming peak overwhelmed you.
His movements had heat spreading within your belly. Each flick of his tongue and swirl between your folds intensified that feeling.
The man beneath you ate you out fervently, bringing you the pleasure you deserved.
That foolish man didn’t know what he was missing, god he would drown in your pussy like this if he could.
“Cum in my mouth, pretty.” Higuruma calmly instructed, gripping your thighs tighter.
A choked sob escaped you as your release spurted out all over his face.
He voiced a satisfied sigh as he desperately licked up your juices.
Your body collapsed back on the bed until suddenly a finger plunged between your folds then pulled out, making you yelp.
“Wanna taste?” He turned back to Nanami and asked, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Without a second to waste, he leaned in and sucked the outstretched fingers soaked in your slick.
He hummed contentedly after pulling back.
“Fucking addictive, isn’t she?” Higuruma probed then moved back to you, caressing your cheek.
“Mhmm..taste yourself y/n.” He directed at you. He leaned down and grabbed your chin softly, a contrast to the manner his lips met yours, rough and desperate. His tongue dueled with your own as he deepened the kiss, gripping your hair at the back of your head harshly.
With his mouth still on yours, Higuruma lifted you up slightly and unclipped your bra, the sudden cold hitting your chest made you shiver.
“So pretty..” He whispered, fingers tracing from the curve of your breasts then down your spine.
His ministrations seized for a moment. Afterwards, his palm settled on one of your breasts and squeezed.
His head inclined towards your other breast, suctioning his mouth on the lump of fat.
The feeling of his tongue administering painfully slow and unfaltering flicks around your stiffened nipple led to a muffled whimper into Nanami’s mouth.
The blonde accountant followed suit, laying popcorn kisses that trailed from the side of your neck down to the center of your chest.
His mouth skipped over to your chest too, beginning to lick around the bud and eventually letting his tongue swipe over your other nipple leisurely, as if he were savoring this very moment.
He continued, abruptly wrapping his mouth around the area and sucking on it ravenously. The sound of your whimpers went straight to his dick, cursing himself when he felt his boner resurfacing.
A beat after, the pair detached from you. Abruptly, careful hands hoisted one of your legs over their shoulder.
You looked up under your eyelashes to be met directly with Higuruma’s lightly blushed face. Your pupils traveled down and couldn’t help but notice the evident tent in his slacks.
Nanami brushed strands of hair away from your face, “Want him to fill up that pretty pussy, sweetheart?”
You eagerly nodded just as the lawyer began unbuttoning his trousers, fearing the tremble rumbling in your voice would betray you.
“I want to hear you say it.” Higuruma commanded curtly, his movements halting as his cock head remained stationary between your folds.
You whined at the sensation of his length brushing against your entrance and obliged, “Need you ‘n me .”
He groaned at the confession, slowly sinking into your hole. You wrapped around him just right, making his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he was overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Tell me when I can move.” He softly instructed, rough hands cradling the back of your head as he tried so hard to be patient because as much as he’s been aching to fuck you stupid for a while now, he didn’t want to hurt you in any way.
After several seconds, you reassured him and inclined your head. “It’s alright.”
He smiled slightly and without warning, slammed into you abruptly.
His thick cock dragged in and out of your puffy folds, gauging a repeated squelch.
Higuruma moved within you in a frenzy, your whole body shaking in rhythm to his thrusts.
Nanami’s delicate touch behind you was a sharp contrast, he placed one hand on your lower hip to steady you and kissed below your ear.
“You’re doing so well for us sweetheart.” He praised, tracing his thumb to wipe away a stray tear.
He could hardly form intelligible sentences as he rammed deeper in your intoxicating pussy.
“mmh, f-fuck, taking me sooo well pretty.” He gasped and gripped your hips tighter.
You caught a glance at him below your eyelashes, his hair disheveled, a few strands stuck to his forehead as it gleamed with sweat.
His head slightly tilted back and adam’s apple shifted, your slick enveloping his senses sent him over the edge. He wasn’t planning to cum so soon but at this rate he’d be a goner.
With that thought in mind, he slowed his pace faintly in order to savor this very moment. You let out a protesting noise and he smiled down at you reassuringly before claiming your lips in a messy kiss, his tongue dueled with yours and let out a moan as you granted him more access, deepening it.
A string of saliva followed as you two detached and without a second to waste, Nanami tilted your head and pulled you into another kiss. The momentum was different from Higuruma’s, it was softer, delicate, more calculated.
He moved at a steady pace, his tongue politely asking to enter before you obliged.
Higuruma below you picked up the tempo, his length brushing against that very sweet spot that made your back arch.
The lewd sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room, a stray tear escaped your eye, to which Nanami carefully swiped away with his thumb as you got closer to your peak.
Higuruma’s hips stuttered above you as that warm sensation pooled across his lower stomach, “C-can I cum inside pretty? need to fill her up.” He asked breathlessly, silently pleading with his eyes.
Immediately you nodded, his hips snapped against you restlessly, with urgency, whimpering as his dick slammed in and out of your walls.
His grip on your waist tightened and his breathing grew even more irregular as he was reaching his own climax.
His eyebrows furrowed in concentration but ultimately failing when the sensation overtook him, shooting thick splashes of his seed into you.
Your orgasm followed a beat after, creating a sticky mess between both of you.
He leaned down to peck at your lips, then let his head fall into the crevice of your neck.
“You did so good for me baby.” He mumbled into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to it.
Then he lifted his body slightly off you, “Gonna be a good girl for Nanami now?” Higuruma asked softly while slowly tracing your cheekbone.
You nodded stiffly.
“Words, pretty girl.” He corrected you in a dangerously sweet tone.
“god yes, need it ‘s much.” You admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you made eye contact with the blonde.
Nanami’s face was flushed as he held his weeping cock, still slightly panting as he had been silently pumping himself to the sight of Higuruma buried deep inside you.
The bed dipped under his weight as he approached you.
The sight of Higuruma’s cum still spilled down the inside of your thighs made him leak out a low whimper.
He pressed his tip against your swollen clit, taking in the way your body squirmed beneath him. Prodding the head of his cock into your greedy hole.
You moaned as he captured your lips into a sloppy kiss just as his length hit your sweet spot. He set a brutal pace, making every word out of your mouth come out in a babble.
“ngh, d-don’t stop, please ‘ken.” You rambled on, you could barely form coherent thoughts as he drilled into you, balls smacking roughly against your front.
His hips stuttered at the nickname falling from your lips.
He was going to make you cum sooner than you expected.
The completely unhinged look in his eyes and precision he was fucking into your g spot sent you over the edge. Your walls clenched around him, inciting a needy groan from him.
“Close baby?” He checked in between thrusts, admiring your disheveled state.
You nodded, paired with a whimper as that same sensation before pooled up your stomach while Nanami dragged his cock between your overstimulated walls.
While you were lost in your pleasure, Higuruma’s mouth attached to yours. A mess of tangled tongues began and he moaned in between your lips as he kissed you desperately, drinking in the taste.
A string of saliva followed as you two detached, his eyes were in a dazed state, staring intently at you like he badly needed more.
He moved downwards to your hardened nipples and tentatively massaged one of them in his palms, “So beautiful, isn’t she Kento?”.
“Gorgeous, and taking me so well too.” Nanami grunted, thrusting in and out of you, obscene sounds followed as he was nearing his own orgasm too.
He carefully lifted one of your legs up and placed them on his shoulder. His pace became erratic as he was chasing his own release too now, his chest glistened with sweat and jaw clenched in deep focus.
At the same time, Higuruma began to suck on your nipple, his hand massaging the other. His tongue lapped around your areola then proceeded to widen his mouth to take more in and purse his mouth around the area, continuously sucking and releasing it.
The combined sensations elicited a sharp cry from you as your body twitched, your release consuming you.
Nanami’s tempo had slowed down, he pushed one last thrust before coating your insides with his release.
After he pulled out of you, the two helped clean you up. Your body was too tired to move, talk less of getting out of bed.
Higuruma left the room momentarily and came back with a towel and started cleaning the mess they both made between your thighs.
Nanami brought back some smaller clothes he found for you to sleep in then diligently helped you put them on.
Afterwards, both men showered you with affection as you were sandwiched between them. Kisses placed on either side of your forehead and two strong arms embracing you brought an involuntary smile to your face.
Nanami observed your relaxed expression, the way your curls framed your face and how your lips fixed slightly in a pout in your sleep.
Higuruma hugged you from behind, his body so close that he could feel the steady rise and fall of your breathing, ultimately lulling him to rest.
Nanami followed suit, his arm resting on the other side of your waist as he eventually shut his eyes.
SYNOPSIS: in a world still adjusting to its newest (and most questionable) hero satoru gojo, you find your first job out of college as his unlucky rookie assistant assigned to keep him on schedule, out of trouble, and preferably not causing more destruction in his wake. but can you handle the stress of this job?
✗ CONTENT: superman!gojo x assistant!reader :: art creds: @/zeamayos :: workplace dynamic, public indecnecy, reckless behavior, dysfunctional relationships, alcohol mentioned, praise kink if you squint, public humiliation,slowburn tension, mutual obsession & SMUT :: note; for @jazzthatonewriterchick 7k event! congrats babes you deserve all your flowers!! :3
gojo satoru was nothing short of perfection.
new in his role as a well-known superhero, he made many mistakes, some career-ending but even though he was super!, alas he was just a man.
a man who could hide behind his crooked, boyish smile and a light blush on his cheeks during a press conference and win the favor of the public again.
but behind the scenes, all you see is: a hero who doesn’t quite know how to exist in a world that expects perfection everyday.
well…visually he could he was divine perfection.
every girls wet dream and every man’s vision board for physique.
otherwise…well that’s debatable.
“and at 3pm you have a—“
“sir?..are you listening?,” you sighed as you watched the man do pushups next to his desk he was just sitting on.
“awww c’mon! you know i told you to call me satoru!”
“it’s to be professional, sir.”
“mmm i am a professional superhero! it’s time to be carefree everywhere else”, he grinned, “you’re so strict! my cute little assistant!”
“well someone has to be.,” you muttered back looking down at your notes again.
“hmmm, what was that?”
“nothing, sir—we should go over your schedule it’s of the upmost importance,” you stressed, watching him finally go back behind his desk.
he hummed watching where you stood, arms falling in defeat at your sides and you big eyes staring at him past your black frame glasses.
“you’re right. no—no you’re right,” he conceded gesturing to his desk, “take a seat and i’ll do my best to listen.”
you beamed almost jumping out your skin as you approached one of the chairs before he tuts as you and motions at his desk.
again?
you sit on his desk, legs crossed on top of one another as you looked back down at your clipboard and past it to see a tuft of white hair on the floor.
and up you went, seeing the ground get inches further from you as satoru did reps…with his desk…with you on it.
“alright, hit me!”
oh, you wished you could.
you started reciting the list of his schedule, his grunts passing in your ears as he pulled the desk back down to where it barely rest on the floor and pushing allllll the way back up.
and when you finally finished, he plopped the desk unceremoniously back on the ground, the side making a resounding crack as it landed its final blow.
“are you hurt?”
“just peachy, sir.”
“satoruuuuuu!”
you sighed, dusting off your skirt, “i’ll have maintenance bring the replacement up.”
this is how you days went.
cleaning up, chasing and trying to maintain order to the man that was gojo satoru.
and honestly you were getting paid enough, to get deal with this but your sanity was always at its tipping point.
“don’t do this, sir.”
“that’s offensive, sir.”
“you’re getting sued again, sir.”
it was truly an uphill battle to keep the man in check but now that he had an established agency to help with his superhero duties it was even worse since his shortcomings were now your shortcomings.
“i did not know he was going to do that.”
you were clutching your pearls in the room full of executives, who stared back at you like a piece of meat ready to go on the chopping block.
“you are with him everyday. and you didn’t keep notice to see him fly through a laundromat butt naked.”
“he caused severe damage.”
“i didn’t! i know something dropped on his suit so he went to get cleaner! i wasn’t aware he meant taking off the suit,” you sighed clutching your sleeves tighter in your hands, “i was working on the appeal to the criminal suit that the court filed yesterday.”
“as his assistant—“
“as my assistant, she helps me. she’s not my keeper,” the man of the hours voice called through as he slammed the door open, and pulled you out the room, back down the hall to the elevator.
“bunch of fuckin pricks”, he muttered turning slightly so he could see your face, his hand coming up to brush the tears that broke free from your armor.
“why don’t you call me when they do this stuff?”
“it’s not your responsibility, sir,” you sniffled pushing up your glasses quickly to avoid having him see you break any further, “it is my fault when things don’t go as planned and—“
“it was better when it was just us, huh?”, he pouted, hand still brushing your cheek as he pressed for the elevator.
the doors opened and he pulled you inside and pressed the door where your offices were.
“go home,” he grinned at you, “i’ll pay you for the whole day don’t worry about this.”
“i got it under control.”
you watched in shock as his head pulled back through the elevator doors just as they shut, probably to address the room full of executives again.
hopefully he doesn’t mess anything up too bad…but hope is such a fickle thing.
“you did what?,” you screeched looking in each of the rooms that now laid bare except for the maybe five employees satoru spared.
“yup”, he smiled popping the p as he spun around, “gutted the whole thing!,” he laughed watching you grab your head in horror,” just like how it used to be! just me and you.”
“satoru.”
woah, you were mad.
“i’ve only been working for you for 3 years. in that time the best decision you made was getting the investors to establish this company,” you snapped eyes fully on him over the top of your glasses, “now they’re gone.”
“exactly!”
“so is our funding satoru.”
silence passed as you watched the realization fall on his face, his mouth taking a pretty O shape as he nodded slowly in understanding, “oh right…i don’t think about that.”
“of course. you didn’t.”
okay. okay? okay!
as disastrous as this looked, you still have a good convoy of workers who somehow were still holding the entire operation together by sheer willpower:
01. nanami :: sales — the only man alive capable of selling ice to someone in a snowstorm. he could advertise anything to anyone.
02. sukuna :: spokesperson — the face of the company. unfortunately. a handsome face, attractive enough to distract the public from the lawsuits, rude enough to create three more by the end of the interview.
03. kirara :: costume design — the sole reason satoru ever looks presentable.
04. you :: assistant / manager — more accurately the glorified babysitter, the crisis negotiator…let’s hope you can get through one good day on the job without feeling like strangling your boss.
05. hakari :: personal trainer — tasked with keeping gojo attractive (and buff) enough for the public to forgive his catastrophically stupid behavior. honestly the easiest job ever.
06. choso :: advertising / creative dpmnt — the genius behind every breathtaking billboard, cinematic teaser, and carefully curated campaign convincing the world this train wreck is still worth supporting.
07. gojo :: superman — allegedly humanity’s greatest hero. praying he doesn’t kill us all.
somehow… against every law of nature, against every blaring alarm bell, this could still work.
but alas satoru gojo isn’t satoru gojo if he doesn’t fuck something up.
like his many other powers, he had an innate superpower for turning “manageable disaster” into “national emergency.”
BREAKING NEWS
the obnoxiously cheesy theme music exploded through the conference room speakers, followed by the bright bold red headline spinning around the bottom of the screen like a taunt.
like it was mocking you, personally.
“good afternoon, everyone! i’m suguru geto, and welcome back to your afternoon spill.” the man grinned directly into the camera, “today’s top! story: our beloved superman has been caught. again.”
he paused dramatically, tapping down his note cards on the desk as he geared up to speak again.
“doing what, you ask?” his smile widened, “having sex.”
“however! we do have never-before-seen footage of what appears to be superman suspended several hundred feet above the empire state building with his entire ass out while engaging in what legal experts are begging us to call slight public indecency.”
the screen immediately blurred into shaky paparazzi footage.
someone in the room whispered, “oh my god.”
“and if that wasn’t enough,” suguru continued cheerfully, “last tuesday he was allegedly seen in a male strip club performing what witnesses described as— and i quote— a ‘full helicopter rotation’ with his genitalia to the song pony by ginuwine.”
“in other news,” the co-host sighed in visible defeat, “are penis piercings making a comeback? coming to you live after the break—”
the television clicked off, plunging the conference room into a suffocating silence.
nanami exhaled slowly through his nose before tossing the remote onto the table with the kind of exhaustion unseen for usual humans…but accurate for anyone forced to work with satoru gojo.
everyone’s eyes locked onto satoru, who in the middle of the table, scrunched his eyebrows in deep concentration.
“do you have anything to say for yourself?”
satoru lifted his head immediately, nodding. “yes. absolutely,” he sighed like he made his mind up about something, “dick piercings are definitely in right now. i don’t even know why that’s being debated—”
a collective groan ripped through the room.
your palms slammed against the table before you could stop yourself.
“satoru,” you snapped, “you are fucking superman. you cannot keep waving your dick around the city like it’s a campaign poster.”
“i wasn’t waving it around,” he argued instantly, using air quotes before dropping his hands, offended. “it was a circle. a very controlled movement, actually. and they loved it.”
“please stop talking,” nanami muttered into his hands.
“i mean…” sukuna leaned back in his chair with a shrug. “he’s right about the piercings.”
you stared at him in disbelief, of all days the man could be amicable it had to be today?
“weren’t you literally considering that jacob’s ladder piercing i sent you last week?”
“yeah, but i’d need custom sizing,” sukuna replied seriously. “my dick’s longer than th—”
“i swear to god—,” you cut yourself off with a sigh before you gritted your teeth to address him again, “you were supposed to be doing reconnaissance…we don’t need any more bad press.”
“i don’t think people knowing i have a big dick is bad press.”
“i don’t care.”
“the approval ratings actually went up three percent,” hakari mumbled while checking his phone.
“hakari.”
“sorry.”
another heavy silence settled over the room.
then nanami stood abruptly, gathering his folders. “meeting adjourned before i develop a stress-induced aneurysm.”
one by one, everyone filtered out, hakari talking about a new protein shake, kirara suggesting to add alcohol to it, and sukuna just patted satoru on the shoulder like he’d just survived a difficult interview instead of causing an international embarrassment.
eventually, the room emptied…leaving you and a still huffing satoru.
“i get it!—i guess—it could be bad but—”
“after the next press interview,” you cut him off quietly, “i’m putting in my two weeks.”
the man’s smile dropped as he stiffened in his chair, “what?”
“i’m serious, satoru.” your voice was exhausted more than angry now. “i can’t keep cleaning up after you. every week it’s something worse. and honestly im getting dragged just as much if not worse than you.”
“im done. im tired.”
“woah— wait.” he sat up immediately, panic flashing across his face for the first time all day. “you’re quitting?”
his eyes searched your face for anything other the disappointed resignation about your decision and the seriousness that made your all that tired face clear as day to him.
“no, no, no, c’mon.” he stood quickly enough for the chair to screech against the floor. “don’t do that.”
“satoru—”
“i can do better.” the words came out rushed now, desperate. “seriously. i can. i’ll stop screwing around during missions, i’ll go to the interviews, i’ll listen to nanami— hell, i’ll even let kirara pick all my clothes without complaining.”
despite yourself, your serious expression twitched, just for split second quick enough the average human would’ve missed it.
but satoru wasn’t average, he noticed immediately and stepped closer.
“see? that almost made you smile.”
“this isn’t funny.”
“i know.” quieter this time. honest. “i know i make everything harder for you.”
“but i cant do this without you…i can't live without you.”
maybe it was your mind or maybe because satoru actually cared enough that he didn’t want to see you leave…
because after he brushed his hand against your cheek, and you parted away from him that fateful day in the conference room…he was on his best behavior.
well… as close to “best behavior” as satoru gojo could physically manage.
the scandals didn’t stop entirely, but they softened into something strangely endearing instead of catastrophic.
instead of drunken strip club incidents, headlines became:
SUPERMAN STOPS TRAIN DERAILMENT — THEN BUYS EVERY PASSENGER DINNER
GOJO SPENDS THREE HOURS HELPING LOST CHILD FIND HER CAT
there was even an unfortunately viral video of him rescuing a kitten from a tree only to get stuck in the branches himself afterward.
it was dumb…it was cute but perfectly satoru. and it showed since the public loved it.
the changes came gradually, his apporval ratings came up, even his actual likability and he even started problem solving at meetings?!?! like an actual boss.
and worst of all… he kept looking at you after every interview like a dog waiting for praise.
“did you see that one?” he’d ask, grinning boyishly while shoving his phone toward your face. “people called me ‘surprisingly charming.’”
you’d barely glance up from your clipboard.“congratulations, sir", was all you would monotously reply back flashing him a quick tight lipped smile, turning to continue whatever it was he interupted again.
but that wasn't all, he stopped flirting with the reporters (mostly) at the interviews, eyes always catching yours like he needed to be sure you were focused , needed to be sure you were in his orbit and that your attention was on him.
and now, sitting beneath the blinding lights of another packed press conference, satoru looked almost painfully perfect.
his suit was tailored flawlessly against his broad frame, snowy hair swept neatly back from his face as cameras flashed endlessly around him. every smile he gave while answering the originally tense questions, seemed managed to make the public swoon.
unfortunately, you knew him too well now for any of it to work on you.
standing off to the side near the back wall, tablet tucked against your chest, your feet shuffling from the uncomfortable pinch in your heels, you looked exhausted…defeated.
and as much as satoru was a sweetheart, he was unknowingly manipulative. not in a bad way entirely, but once he saw he needed to change to fix something, whether if its public perception, you wanting to stay as his assistant, he would change. but ultimately he was human and would fall back into his ways.
so how long would this one last for?
but no matter how many questions the reporters asked, satoru’s attention kept drifting back toward you.
“superman!” one journalist called eagerly. “what can you tell us about the recent… uh… indecency allegations involving that model?”
a few reporters laughed nervously, eyes stuck on the man, ready to write any change in his reaction. even with the hundreds of flashing lights and large video cameras pinned on him.
satoru leaned back lazily in his chair.
“first of all,” he began smoothly, “i’d like to say the media has been incredibly judgmental toward people exploring creative forms of intimacy.”
the room erupted into laughter.
“creative intimacy?” another reporter repeated.
“what can i say?” satoru shrugged dramatically. “we were being kinky.”
another reporter stood quickly. “was anyone jealous about the situation?”
satoru snorted. “no.”
“really?” someone shouted from the back. “a girlfriend? not even your assistants? nobody got possessive?”
more laughs filled the room, before they slowly trickled off from seeing satoru's face finally drop its smile for the first time in the past 90 minutes he sat up there.
the cameras flashed violently, capturing every slight movement of his jaw, nanami murmuring next to you in confusion at his drastic change.
slowly, satoru's gaze slid across the crowded room until it landed directly on you.
then he leaned forward slightly, lowering himself closer to the microphone like he wanted to make absolutely sure every single person in the room heard him clearly.
“i would hope not,” he said lightly, his gleaming eyes shining in mischief as they refused left yours, “she knows where she stands.”
"i know where i stand?", you chuckled rubbing a finger against the spot between your brows as you brought the glass of wine back up to your lips, "and where is that?"
satoru was silent, his haor ruffled as he stared at you, legs crossed on the adjoining couch as he manspreaded, arms strecthed out against the back. "right here, with me."
"ah, like i am now? just the helpful assistant, through and through," you sighed resting the glass on the table in front of you as your uncrossed your legs.
the man didn't say anything, his tongue lulled against the side of his mouth head falling back as a laugh ripped through his throat before he looked back at you, "what is it going to take for you to believe me?"
"to believe this," his arm lightly gestured between the two of you.
"what is there to believe?," your arms shrugged, "you are only doing this since the only person that will run themselves ragid to save you…is deciding to leave."
"is that how you think of me?"
you watched him stretch pushing off the adjoining couch before he sauntered over to you slowly, watching you fold your arms around yourself.
“that i’m just doing all this to keep you here?”, he scoffed dragging his hands down his face as he landed in front of you, “yes. yes i am is that what you want to hear?”
he shifted flopping his arms at his side, watching your face with a renowned intensity. “i want you here cause i need you—i—”
“i would do anything for you. i even scarped this bullshit ass company for you,” he leaned down his face towards yours, his arm coming next to your body, “i would dismantle the world, if they did anything to you.”
“so if i say jump…you’ll say ‘how high?’”
he huffed, the air brushing against your lips as he leaned in your space, “i’d say how far.”
you don’t know who moved first. you hands gripped at the ends of his hair, his lips greedily kissing on yours.
his hands moved down your body, gripping and holding on your hips, as his mouth kept moving against yours. he held on and he flipped you both until you were nestled on his lap, a eep! falling into his mouth as he dragged you down against his growing erection.
your nails dragged against his undercut, panting as he licked back into your mouth, slowly grinding up into your covered cunt while your skirt pushed up from your thighs.
your lips separated with a quick smack!, as you gripped on his shirt, head lulling back as he descended his kisses lower on you neck to the unbuttoned parts of your shirt.
“i wouldn’t be súper without you,” he murmured almost lovingly as he draped you down on the couch, “i wouldn’t be here without you,” his kisses continued, his hands pulling your panties down your thighs slowly as you arched up into him.
“i didn’t let you go then…why would i do it now?”
his lips crashed back into yours, his long fingers finding your clit, pressing down until you whimpered in his mouth and going in rough circles before finally slipping inside.
“satoru—”
“shhh,” he hugged his teeth pulling out your bottom lip as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, “just let me make you feel good…i’m holding back so hard to not leave a scratch on your pretty self.”
his second finger slipped in, pumping in and out of you rhythmically before he curled them just right against the spongy spot inside you.
“right there!—”
his fingers kept fucking into you, brushing inside you and getting sucked by your gummy walls before you gripped his shoulders, scrunching up his shirt again, your toes curling as you came.
"i need you so bad," he murmured between kisses as he opened up his pants, pulling it down enough for his cock to spring up against his belly, hard, red and angry.
he lined up against your entrance leaning down to slot his lips against yours as he popped his tip inside and slowly oushed inside, pushing your legs up to your chest in a mean mating press when he finally oushed in.
of course, satoru is superman…he isn't going to fuck gently.
he slammed inside you, pulling back until just his tip rested inside before pressing all the way in at the hilt, pressing your legs further than you ever thought they could go, feeling the stretch of his cock and the stromg burn in your legs as he bent you in half.
his balls slapped against you ass with each pound, his blue eyes wide and manic as he gazed intently at every twitch of your face, at every spasm of your hands and at the drool falling out your mouth as you babbled at him, your arms reaching to pull him closer.
your walls gripped around him, causing him to slow down with a hiss, pulling away from your messy spit filled kiss as you pulled on any part of him that you could reach.
"you ready?"
"come with me then."
you let out a wanton moan, your body clenching up as you grasped at him, feeling him lock up not too long after, his thick load into you and callopsing finally.
your chest heavied, pushing at him when he draped his full weight down,
"get off." you whined, "you're heavy."
"i just fucked you, and you're still so mean," he huffed, snuggling closer in your shirt before checking his shiny watch on his wrist.
synopsis. after two weeks of radio silence, katsuki finally confesses
contents. suggestive! angst with a happy ending. pro hero! katsuki bakugou x pro hero! fem! reader. canon compliant. mutual pining. friends to lovers. post-argument. bakugou is bad at feelings. first kisses and confessions. light on smut࿐
katsuki bakugou is angry. he’s holding two plaques made of polished metal and engraved with flowery script, playing nice with the heroes that dare to approach him, and all he wants to do is blow up the entire damn gala.
he wants to shred it all with his bare hands. the shimmering gowns, the flashing cameras, the ceaseless, vapid small talk. he wants to tear it all down and watch it burn. in part, because he hates attending these pointless glaze fests.
but the real reason, the epicenter of his explosive fury, is standing across the room, looking beautiful as always. you.
you haven’t spoken to him in two weeks. fourteen days. three hundred and thirty-six hours of suffocating silence. and here you are, bathed in the soft glow of chandeliers, looking like you don’t have a care in the world. you’re holding a glass of deep red wine, the dark liquid swirling in the bowl of the glass as you listen, rapt, to every word that falls from shoto todoroki’s lips.
todoroki. icy-hot. of all fucking people.
anger is constantly simmering just beneath katsuki’s skin, a thrum he usually channels into his hero work. rage he so often uses to fuel his quirk. but tonight, his anger is personal. it’s a hot, sick feeling in his gut that coils tighter every time he hears your laugh — a sound he used to be able to coax out of you so easily — now echoing across the room because of someone else.
that half-and-half bastard. shoto fucking todoroki.
the plaques in his hand feel heavier than they should. ‘for exceptional valor and strategic brilliance in the neutralization of villains” and “for outstanding contributions to civilian safety” bullshit.
all he did was what he always does: find the bad guys and blow them the hell up. but the cameras keep flashing, and a portly man in a too-tight tux is slapping his back and telling him he’s a credit to the nation. katsuki bares his teeth in what he hopes passes for a smile.
his agent, a harried-looking woman with a clipboard, had drilled it into him: “smile, dynamight. look approachable. you’re a brand.”
a brand. right now, he feels like a malfunctioning appliance about to short-circuit and take out a whole power grid. his eyes keep drifting away from the sponsor, scanning the opulent ballroom. it’s a sea of shimmering gowns and dark suits, of sparkling champagne flutes and forced smiles. but he only sees one thing. you.
you’re standing near one of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights a glittering backdrop behind you. you’re not dressed in anything flashy, not like some of the other heroes here trying to outshine each other. your dress is a deep, muted blue, simple in its elegance, but it clings to you in all the right places.
your hair is swept up, exposing the long, graceful line of your neck that he has spent far too many nights thinking about. you look . . . ethereal. and completely, infuriatingly, absorbed in the man standing next to you.
the number two hero, is leaning in slightly, his voice a low murmur that katsuki can’t hear but can imagine. all calm and collected and fucking loquacious. and you’re nodding, your head tilted, a genuine smile playing on your lips as you swirl the red wine in your glass. you take a sip, and your eyes, bright and beautiful, never leave his face.
it’s the two weeks of silence that makes this unbearable. two weeks since the argument. two weeks since you walked out of his penthouse, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing in the sudden quiet.
he’d been an idiot. a complete, selfish bastard. he remembers it with crystal clarity. he’d gotten his ribs busted on a mission, nothing too serious, but enough to warrant a few days of mandatory rest. and you, being you, had descended upon his apartment like a force of nature.
“no, katsuki, you are not getting up. you’re going to lie on that couch and you’re going to let me take care of you.”
“i don’t need a fucking babysitter,” he’d snarled, trying to push himself up, wincing as the pain shot through his side.
“i’m not babysitting you, i’m making sure you don’t pop your stitches and bleed out on your ridiculously expensive couch because you’re too stubborn to admit you’re hurt,” you’d shot back, pressing a firm hand to his chest. “now lie down.”
he’d hated it. hated the feeling of being weak, of being managed. it reminded him too much of his mother, of all the times she’d fussed over him when he was a kid. and in a moment of frustration, laced with a fear he refused to acknowledge, he’d lashed out.
“quit nagging me, you’re not my mom or my damn girlfriend, so just back the fuck off!”
the words had hung in the air, ugly and so fucking sharp. he’d seen the change in your face instantly. the soft concern in your eyes had hardened. you’d straightened up, and your expression became unreadable.
“you’re right,” you’d said, your voice quiet and its cadence devoid of all its usual warmth. “i’m not.”
and just like that, you were gone. you didn’t yell back. you just . . . left. and the silence you left behind was louder than any explosion he could possibly ever create.
he’d told himself he was right. that you were overstepping. but the satisfaction he thought he’d feel never came. instead, there was just a hollow ache in his chest and the phantom scent of your vanilla perfume on his couch cushions.
he hadn’t texted. his pride was sacrosanct, and he couldn’t bring himself to be the first one to break the stalemate. he’d waited for you, checking his phone every five seconds like a pathetic loser. but your name never lit up his screen.
the days after the argument bled into a week, then two. the only communication he had from you was a group text about the gala, one sent to the whole old class 1-a crew. and tonight, seeing you here, looking so beautiful and so far away, it fucking hurt.
“bakugou? earth to bakugou?”
katsuki blinks, dragging his gaze away from you. kirishima is standing in front of him, his trademark sharp-toothed grin looking a little forced. sero is beside him, nursing a drink and looking around the room with a bored expression.
“the fuck do you want, shitty hair?” katsuki grunts, his voice rougher than he intended.
“whoa, easy there, man. just checking on you. you look like you’re about to set the whole place on fire,” kirishima says, holding up his hands placatingly. “which, you know, is kind of your deal, but maybe not tonight.”
sero follows his line of sight, his eyes landing on you and todoroki. he lets out a low whistle. “ahh. i see. that’s the problem.”
“shut the hell up,” katsuki warns, his knuckles white around his plaques. he can feel the heat prickling at his palms, a sizzle that he has to consciously suppress.
“look, man, i don’t know what happened,” kirishima says, lowering his voice. “but you’ve been in a foul mood for weeks. and you haven’t stopped staring at her and todoroki since they started talking. it’s been like, thirty minutes. maybe you should just . . .go talk to her?”
“and say what? ‘hey gorgeous, sorry i’m a colossal asshole but i get territorial when you talk to other guys’?” sero chimes in, earning himself a glare from katsuki. “what? it’s the truth.”
“it’s not like that,” katsuki lies through his teeth. it’s exactly like that. he’s a fucking caveman. he sees you with someone else and all he wants to do is drag you away, mark his territory, prove to everyone — but mostly to himself — that you’re his. except you’re not. and that’s the whole damn problem.
“then what’s it like?” kirishima pushes, his tone gentle. he’s the only one ( excluding you ) who can get away with this, the only one who knows how to navigate katsuki's landmines. “you guys are weird. you’re not together, but you’re always together. you stay at her place more than your own. you have her patrol route memorized. you text her more than you text us. but then you pull shit like this. it’s confusing for everyone, man. especially her.”
katsuki’s jaw ticks. he knows kirishima is right. he knows he’s been sending you mixed signals for years.
( it started wayyy back in kindergarten, when you were the only girl who didn’t annoy the shit out of him. the only one who stood up for deku when katsuki was picking on him he was being a pathetic crybaby, earning you grudging respect from katsuki even as he cussed you out for having a bleeding savior complex.
his mom had loved you, always saying how nice it would be to have a daughter like you, which had simultaneously embarrassed him and made him weirdly proud. you’d stayed close through all the chaos of ua, through internships and wars and the steady climb to becoming pro heroes. )
he’s always had a soft spot for you, a fact he’d rather die than admit out loud.
he likes taking care of you — he likes you taking care of him, even if he frames it as nagging. he likes knowing you’re safe, that you’ve eaten, that you’re drinking water instead of those disgusting energy drinks you love so damn much. he likes the way you leave your socks on his floor and the way you steal his hoodies. he likes all of it. and it terrifies him. it’s too much vulnerability and he doesn’t know how to handle it, so he defaults to what he knows: pushing you away before you can get close enough to see that he’s not worthy of you.
“i’m not talking to her,” katsuki says, rigidly “not tonight.”
“fine,” kirishima sighs, defeated. “but don’t come ranting to me when todoroki makes his move.”
katsuki doesn’t dignify that with a response. he just turns his back on his friends, his eyes finding you again in the crowd. you’ve just accepted your own award, a sleek thing for your humanitarian work, something about setting up a support network for young heroes with trauma. you’d given a short speech, and the applause had been incessant.
now, you’re back with todoroki, and he’s handing you another glass of wine. you touch his arm as you laugh at something he says, and katsuki feels a tiny spark in his palm. he shoves his hands into his pockets, clenching his fists until the urge to blast something subsides.
he seethes as the night begins to wind down. deku and pink cheeks leave together, their heads close together, smiling. raccoon eyes is dragging sparky towards the bar again. he sees you talking to ponytail, pointing towards the exit. he knows you. you’re about to call a cab.
fuck that.
he’s been an idiot. he’s been a coward. he’s let you slip through his fingers because he’s too proud and too scared to admit what he wants. but he’ll be damned if he lets you leave here in some stranger's car when he’s right here. he’s not letting you go that easily.
without so much as thinking, he starts moving. he cuts a direct path through the dwindling crowd, his shoulders set, his expression a thundercloud. he doesn’t care who he has to shove out of his way to get to you.
you’re still talking to momo, your back to him, when he reaches you.
“let’s go.”
his voice cuts through your conversation roughly. you freeze, then turn slowly. your eyes, when they meet his, are wide with surprise, then they narrow with irritation.
“huh?” you ask, your voice laced with disbelief.
he stares at you, jaw set. “i said. let’s go.”
momo is looking between the two of you, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in intrigue. you cross your arms over your chest, defiantly
“and why, exactly, would i go anywhere with you?”
“are you gonna make me beg you or some shit”he shoots back, his patience wearing thin. he sees your mouth open to retort, but he doesn’t give you the chance. he reaches out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. he doesn’t wait for your permission, just turns and starts pulling you along with him.
“bakugou, what the hell are you doing? let go of me!” you’re squawking, stumbling a bit in your heels as you try to keep up with his long, angry strides.
“shut up and walk,” he growls, not even looking back at you. as he drags you away from the gala and out into the night.
the bickering starts the moment you hit the pavement. a verbal sparring match that’s as second-nature as breathing.
“you’re an asshole, you know that?”
“yeah? well you’re a stubborn pain in my ass.”
“i wouldn’t have to be stubborn if you weren’t such a neanderthal who thinks he can just manhandle people whenever he wants.”
“i wouldn’t have to manhandle you if you’d just listen when i fucking talk to you.”
“you haven’t ‘talked’ to me in two weeks, bakugou!”
“you haven’t talked to me either”
the argument dies on your lips as he leads you to the valet stand. he gives the attendant his ticket with a sharp nod, his hand still firmly on your wrist. the sleek black porsche pulls up a moment later, its engine a low, predatory purr. he opens the passenger door for you, a gesture so out of character it momentarily stuns you into silence.
“get in,” he orders, his voice clipped.
you glare at him, but you do it. you slide into the plush leather seat, grumbling under your breath about bossy, arrogant pro-heroes who think they own the world. he slams the door shut, rounding the hood to get in the driver’s side. the moment he’s behind the wheel, the atmosphere in the car shifts. the music blasts on, some thrash metal band screaming about death and destruction, so loud it makes your teeth ache.
he doesn’t say a word. he just grips the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, the veins in his forearms standing out like cords. he peels away from the curb, the tires screeching in protest. you press yourself back into the seat, staring at the dashboard, refusing to look at him. the city lights blur past the window, streaks of color in the darkness.
ten minutes pass in suffocating silence. the only sound is the aggressive music and the low hum of the engine. you can’t stand it. it’s worse than the fighting.
“you know,” you start “for someone with such great taste in cars, your music taste is absolute garbage.”
he grunts. but he reaches over, his fingers jabbing at the touchscreen on the console. the screaming metal cuts off abruptly, replaced by the soft strains of an indie band you love.
you shiver, a sudden chill raising goosebumps on your arms. the air conditioning is cranked up to arctic levels. he notices, of course he does. he just nods his head towards the back seat, where his suit jacket is carelessly tossed.
you hesitate for a second, then sigh, reaching back to grab it. you shrug it on, the heavy fabric immediately enveloping you. it smells like him. that woodsy, smoky cologne he wears, mixed his the unique scent. it’s simultaneously comforting and infuriating. he reaches down without a word and turns the ac down a few notches.
but he still doesn’t speak to you.
“can i ask you something, bakugou?” you ask,
the constant use of his last name hits him like a punch to the gut. so it’s like that now? he grits his teeth, his jaw ticking like a time bomb. “you just did, dumbass,” he scoffs.
“don’t be a smartass,” you snap, your voice rising. “why the hell did you make me come with you if you’re not going to talk to me?”
“you’re the one who didn’t say shit to me all night!” he retorts, “i walked in, saw you, and you looked right through me. not even a fucking ‘hi, katsuki’”
“maybe because you didn’t say shit to me all week!” you fire back, turning in your seat to face him. your eyes are blazing, and in the dim glow of the dashboard, he can see how beautiful you are when you’re angry.
“yeah? maybe because you fucking left!” he scoffs, his hand slamming on the steering wheel. the car swerves slightly.
“don’t act like i wanted to!” you shout, your voice cracking with frustration. “i took off because you can’t make up your damn mind! one minute you’re acting like we’re a . . . a thing, and the next you’re pushing me away and making me feel crazy for actually giving a damn about you!”
“what are you talking about?” he growls, his eyes glued to the road.
“oh, don’t play dumb, bakugou!” you exclaim, gesturing wildly. “you stay at my place and make me breakfast in the morning. you’re always showing up on my patrol route to ‘check in’. you’re always sending me texts, being all ‘don’t skip meals like a dumbass’ and ‘drink some fucking water today like a normal person’ and ‘don’t stay up all night watching those shitty rom-coms, you’ll be useless tomorrow’ ! you’re the one who acts like we’re a couple, and then you turn around and make me feel like i’m wrong for caring about you!”
he’s silent. the only sounds in his porsche are your ragged breathing and the soft music playing from the speakers. he just drives, his face a mask of stone. the silence is worse than the yelling. it feels like a dismissal.
“well?” you demand, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. “do you have anything to say?”
“well i’m trying to think,” he grits out, his voice low and strained.
but he hasn’t raised his voice. not once. through the entire tirade, he’s kept it level, controlled. because as pissed off as he is, as much as he wants to rage and scream, he can’t. he can’t scream at you. he can’t stay mad at you. not really. not when you look like this.
your glossy bottom lip is caught between your teeth, your brows are knitted together, your eyes are slanted with a fury that’s breathtakingly beautiful. your voice, high and pitched with emotion, is reverberating off the windows, filling the small space with your presence. he hates it. he loves it.
you look away from him, staring out the window, your shoulders slumping in defeat. and that’s when he breaks. one hand is still on the wheel, but the other moves, finding its way to your thigh. his touch is hesitant at first, then firm against the thin fabric of your dress.
“look,” he starts, “i’m sorry, ‘kay?”
you scoff, not looking at him.
“i fucked up but that doesn’t mean you need to run off with someone else,” he says, his voice strained with jealousy he can no longer hide.
you let out a humorless laugh, finally turning back to him “i didn’t run off with anyone else.”
“you know what i mean,” he insists, his grip on your thigh tightening slightly.
“no, katsuki, i don’t think i do,” you say, “why don’t you spell it out for me?”
“i’m not gonna spell it out for ya,” he grunts, his eyes flicking to you before returning to the road. “it’s bad enough he was hogging you all night.”
“are you jealous, katsuki?” you ask, your voice softening, a hint of realization dawning in your eyes.
“huh?”
“are you jealous, katsuki?” you echo, enunciating each word clearly.
“the hell?” he sputters, his composure finally cracking.
“jealous. like the feeling you get when you’re scared of losing someone to someone else and—”
“i’m not scared of shit!” he snarls, cutting you off.
the car is low on gas, the warning light a small, glowing beacon on the dashboard. he spots a gas station up ahead and swerves into the lot, pulling up to a pump with a screech of tires. he cuts the engine. the music dies, plunging the car into a heavy silence that’s more deafening than the noise had been.
he turns to you then, his face illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lights of the gas station.
“jealousy is for fucking losers who are scared of shit they can’t control,” he says, “that’s not what this is. this is me being pissed off because i had to watch the only person i actually give a damn about laugh at some half-and-half bastard’s shitty jokes. it made me want to put my fist through a goddamn wall.”
he takes a shaky breath, his gaze dropping to his hands on the steering wheel.
“i told you to quit nagging me because this is confusing,” he admits, his voice barely a whisper. “i don’t fucking know where i stand with you. and i’m not used to feeling like this. i never know what to do, and i’m always fucking up and pushing you away. but i’m not jealous. i’m fucking pissed with myself for being a damn coward.”
and with that, he shoves his door open and gets out of the car, leaving you alone with his words and the frantic beating of your own heart.
you watch him through the windshield as he jams the nozzle into the gas tank, his movements sharp and angry. he stares blankly ahead.
he fills the tank. he replaces the nozzle. he gets back in the car. he starts the engine. he turns to look at you, his expression raw and vulnerable.
and you’re done. you’re done with the fighting and the silence. you’re done with the uncertainty. you lean across the center console, the plastic digging into your abdomen, and you cup his face in your hands. his skin is warm, his stubble rough against your palms. his ears and cheeks flush instantly, a deep, burning red that rivals his crimson eyes. a deep red that you can see even in the dim light.
“the hell are you doing?” he manages to stutter, his eyes wide with shock.
you don’t answer. you just close the distance and press your lips to his.
it’s not gentle. it’s all the frustration and longing and unspoken feelings of the last two weeks finally exploding. it’s teeth and tongues and desperate, hungry kisses. one of his hands comes up to tangle in your hair, the other gripping the back of your neck, holding you to him like he’s afraid you’re going to slip through his fingers. you get lost in it, in the taste of him, in the feel of him whimpering against your lips, until a loud, impatient honk from the car behind you shatters the moment.
you pull back, breathless, your lips swollen and tingling. he moans, a low, frustrated sound, and you can’t help but laugh. he looks like he’s about to get out of the car and start a fight, even though he’s the one blocking the pump.
“be patient for fucks sake!” he yells, winding down his window to flip the other driver off.
you’re still laughing as he pulls away from the pump and merges back onto the empty street. the sound of your laughter seems to quench some of his remaining anger, and a small, reluctant smile tugs at his lips.
“we left our conversation unfinished,” he says, his voice softer now. he glances over at you, and his eyes are funny. all soft and warm in a way you've never seen before. “can’t just kiss me out of the blue when we’re not done talking, dumbass”
“unfinished, huh?” you hum, a little flustered under his gaze. you can still feel the lingering sensation of his lips on yours, the ghost of his touch on your skin. “i thought we came to a pretty solid conclusion.”
he scoffs, but there’s no frustration in it. “we came to a conclusion about me being a coward. we still haven’t figured out what this is.” he gestures between the two of you. “i’m not good with labels and shit. and you’ve got so many expectations i probably won't meet. i’m guaranteed to fuck something up ‘cause i don’t know how to be all . . . lovey dovey,” he says the words like they taste bad, “but i know what i want.”
he pulls up to a red light and turns his body fully towards you. the soft glow of the traffic light paints his face in shades of crimson, making his eyes glow like embers.
“i want you to stop looking at icy-hot and other extras like they’ve got something to offer you,” he says, “cause they fucking don’t. i’m all you need and i’m done pretending this isn’t everything to me.”
the man who’s too proud to ask for anything is asking to be your everything.
“everything?” you whisper, your heart hammering against your ribs.
he simply nods.
“define everything,” you tease, a smirk playing on your lips. you expect him to call you a brat, to accuse you of trying to rile him up. but it doesn’t come.
instead, he looks away from the road for a second, his gaze dropping to your hands, which are now tangled together on the center console. the red light bathes him in its unforgiving glow, and you see something shift in his expression. the defensiveness melts away, replaced by honesty that’s far more disarming.
“everything,” he repeats, his voice a low rumble, “is you living in my head rent fucking free.”
your smirk falters.
“it’s me getting pissed off for no goddamn reason when you’re not with me and i don’t know what the hell you’re doing. it’s me staring at my phone after that stupid argument, wanting to text you so bad my thumbs fucking hurt, but not knowing what the hell to say because i’m the asshole who made you to leave.”
he takes a shaky breath, his eyes fixed on the steering wheel now, as if confessing to it is easier than confessing to you.
“it’s me wanting to drag you away from icy-hot the second i saw you with him, not just because i was pissed, but because i’m greedy, okay? i want all that shit you watch in those dumb rom coms. i want an apartment, or a shitty little townhouse, i don’t give a fuck. i want to wake up and know you’re the first thing i’ll see. i want to cook for you because you seem to get off on neglecting yourself and someone’s gotta make sure you actually eat your goddamn three a day. i want to take care of you.”
he finally looks at you, and his eyes are burning with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs.
“that’s what everything is,” he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. “it’s selfish. it’s me wanting all of your time, all of your attention, all of your annoying, stubborn, fucking beautiful self. all to myself. it’s me wanting to be the one who makes you laugh. it’s me wanting to be the only one who gets to see you like this. so yeah. you’re everything to me.”
the light turns verdant. the car behind you honks. but neither of you moves. you’re frozen in this moment. static in this raw confession that has completely dismantled every defense he’s ever built around you. he didn’t just answer your teasing question; he laid his soul bare on the console between you, waiting for you to either take it or leave it.
the world shrinks to the space inside his car. the honking from behind fades into a distant, meaningless buzz. your teasing smirk is long gone, replaced by a slack-jawed awe. you’re not breathing. you’re not sure you even remember how.
katsuki bakugou — the boy who called you a bloody samaritan for standing up for deku. the teenager who scoffed at every romance movie you made him watch. the explosive hero who snarls at cameras and sneers at press conferences — just confessed to wanting a life so domestic, so tender with you. and it sounded just like something straight out of one of those ‘shitty rom coms’ he claims to hate.
a choked sound escapes your throat, something between a gasp and a sob. you’re not crying, not really, but your eyes are stinging. you squeeze his hand, your grip tight enough to make him look at you, really look at you.
“katsuki,” you breathe, and his name is a prayer on your lips. “you. . you really want all that?”
he flinches, just slightly, as if your disbelief physically hurts him. the vulnerability in his eyes hardens into that familiar, defensive glower. “i just laid my damn heart out for you and you’re gonna question me?” he starts to snap, his old reflexes kicking in.
“no,” you shake your head. you lean forward, closing the distance until your forehead is nearly touching his. “no, i’m not questioning you. i’m . . . trying to believe it’s real.”
the anger in his face dissolves instantly. he lets out a shuddering breath, his shoulders slumping. “it’s real,” he says, his voice barely a whisper. “it’s always been real.”
your heart stutters, then restarts at a frantic, pace. all the years of friendship, the bickering, the unspoken tension—it wasn’t in your head. it wasn’t just you wishing for something more. it was real for him, too.
“tsuki, i’ve wanted this forever” you whisper back, your voice trembling. it’s like you’ve just defused a bomb you’ve been carrying around for a decade. the last of the tension drains from his shoulders, and he sags against you, his forehead resting on yours. he closes his eyes, and when he opens them again they’re the softest they’ve ever been and his pupils are blown so impossibly wide.
“me too” he breathes, reverently. “you have no idea.”
he finally starts driving again. you’re so close to your place now. rounding the corner onto your street. when he finally pulls up in front of your buildinh, he cuts the engine but doesn’t let go of your hand. he turns to you, his expression serious again
“i’m gonna say this once” he starts, his voice low. “so you better be listening.”
he leans in closer, “you’re not my mom. you’re not some random girl to me. you’re it. you’ve always been it. i was just too stupid to say it. so if i’m being a dumbass, you tell me. if i’m not taking care of myself, you nag me. if i’m pushing you away, push back harder. don’t you ever let me get away with that shit again. you hear me?”
“i hear you,” you whisper, your heart swelling so much it feels like it might burst.
“good,” he says, and then he’s kissing you again. it’s slower this time, deeper, a kiss that’s not born of frustration or desperation, it’s sealing of the deal.
when he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours. “now,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips. “are you gonna invite me up, or are we gonna sit here all night? i didn’t fill up my tank to just drive you home and leave.”
a laugh bubbles up from your chest, light and airy. you pull back just enough to look at him, to see the hope mixed with his usual cocky assurance in his eyes.
“i mean. . “ you trail off, reaching up and tracing your fingers along the sharp line of his jaw, “after a speech like that, how could i possibly say no?”
he huffs, contently. he nips playfully at your thumb as it passes his lips. “don’t you fucking start with me,” he warns
you lean in and press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. “i’m starting” you whisper against his skin. “come make it up to me before i change my mind”
that’s all the encouragement he needs. he’s out of the car in a flash, rounding the hood to open your door with an urgency that makes your heart race. he offers you his hand, and you take it, letting him pull you to your feet and into his arms right there on the sidewalk. he kicks the car door shut with his foot, the sound echoing in the quiet night, and then his arms are around you, lifting you slightly off the ground.
you laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck as he buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. “god, you smell good,” he murmurs, his voice muffled.
you’re not sure how you make it from the car to your front door. it’s a blur of tangled limbs, laughter, and kisses that are more about staying connected than anything else. he presses you against your door. he’s fumbling for your keys, his hands clumsy with impatience, and you’re not helping, too busy nipping at his jawline.
“give me the damn keys,” he groans
you hand them over, and he manages to get the door open after a few tries. he practically kicks it open, scooping you up again and carrying you over the threshold like it’s your wedding night. he kicks the door shut behind him, plunging the entryway into darkness, save for the soft glow of the city filtering through your windows.
he sets you down gently, but he doesn’t let go. his hands are on your waist, his forehead resting against yours.
“katsuki,” you whisper, your voice trembling as his calloused fingers slip the straps of your dress down your arms.
“shh,” he murmurs, his lips finding yours in the darkness. “no more talking baby”
and for the first time, you think you might actually be okay with that.
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