neighbor!shoko ieiri keeps finding excuses to send you videos of her playing with her pussy ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
cw: mdni, masturbation, pervert!shoko, art by shki00
It’s a beautiful night of summer and after a long day of heat, you’re thankful for the breeze coming through your window. You move slowly, taking your pack of cigarettes and a lighter as well as a glass of wine, just in case. Your hair moves as you lean in the window, lighting a cigarette and taking a few drags. You don’t even think about the sheer nightgown you’re wearing, no one is in the streets at these hours.
At least that’s what you thought, because after half of your cigarette you see your neighbor walking towards the entrance of the building, she makes contact with you instantly, smiling as her eyes lower just enough to catch your nipples poking in the dress.
You recognize her with just one look, dark brown hair and that cute mole next to her eye. You remember that her name is Shoko and that she’s rather odd and aloof. Since you found her at a bar and spent a night flirting with her without knowing that she’s your neighbor, she’s been acting strange. You went from never seeing her in the building, to see her at all times. In the elevator, in the entrance, in the supermarket close to the apartments. She was everywhere.
You keep smoking, the cherry of your cigarette glowing softly in the dark as you exhale a slow cloud of smoke into the warm summer air. The breeze feels nice against your skin, making the thin fabric of your nightgown shift and cling in all the right places. Shoko had already disappeared inside the building, but her little smile and the way her gaze lingered on your chest still replay in your head. Weird girl. Cute, though.
A few minutes pass. You sip your wine, letting the cool glass rest against your lips, when your phone buzzes on the windowsill. You glance down, expecting maybe a spam text or something from a friend. Instead, it’s from an unknown number. But you know who it is. You swapped numbers that night at the bar, back when the flirting felt light and fun and you had no idea she lived right across the hall.
The message is a video. Your thumb hovers for a second before you tap play, keeping the volume low just in case.
The screen fills with Shoko’s face first. She’s in what looks like her own bedroom, dim lighting, messy sheets behind her. Her dark brown hair is loose, falling over one shoulder, and she stares straight into the camera with a lazy smile. “Hey…” she whispers, voice a little breathy. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you at the window. Your nipples looked so pretty poking through that dress.”
Then the camera tilts down. She’s lying back on her bed, legs spread, completely naked. Her fingers are already between her thighs, sliding slowly over her pussy, glistening a little under the lamp light. She lets out a soft sigh as she circles her clit, hips twitching just enough to show how into it she is. “Mmm… wanted to tell you in person but this is easier. Look how wet you made me just from that little peek.”
The video keeps going, her fingers moving faster, dipping inside herself with wet sounds that make your face heat up. She moans quietly, eyes fluttering half-closed. “Come over if you want. Or keep watching. I don’t mind either way… your tits are still on my mind.”
It ends there, the screen freezing on her flushed expression.
You stare at your phone for a long moment, heart beating quicker than it should. Part of you wants to be offended, even harassed but the other part can’t ignore the rush spreading through your body, nipples tightening again like they know they’re being thought about.
Before you can even decide what to do, another text pops up. Just three words.
3ºA. Door’s unlocked.
You bite your lip, glancing toward the widow to gather your thoughts. You could ignore it. Pretend you never saw the video. Or—
You take one last drag of your cigarette, crush it out and set the wine glass down. Your bare feet pad across the floor as you grab a light robe, though you don’t bother tying it too tight. It takes you less than a minute to get to her door, you don’t even bother knocking.
synopsis: you accidentally get added to the wrong class group chat during the start of the second semester (a class you aren’t even taking), but the people in it are weirdly entertaining so you decide to stay. what’s the worst that could happen?
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ chapter summary: you wake in the morning to find two familiar figures asleep in your living room, then you learn a thing or two about what happened the night before
content: smau, college!au, eventual poly!krbk x reader, reader has a name (we don’t use y/n in this house)
xoxo, puma — i have nothing to defend myself, except for this funny shaped stick ... 18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
katsuki bakugō loses it when you yell at him. there’s something about how wild you look with fury in your eyes, something about the way you shove a finger into his chest and bark in his face. something about the way he can fuck it out of you, too, how you insist on going down spitting, biting, and pulling. when you get mad, katsuki gets the best sex of his life.
eijirō kirishima loses it when you return from the gym. there’s something about the way you smell, raw and alive and just for him. something about how you’re vaguely disheveled, skin sticky and limbs loose. he wants to pick you up and eat you out right at the front door, inhaling all you have to offer while making you feel good in the process. what’s a workout after a workout?
hanta sero loses it when you don’t wear panties. there’s something about easy access, about knowing that he can bend you over anywhere and you’ll be ready for it, pussy open and winking like she knows it drives him crazy. and, half the time, he does—bend you over anywhere.
denki kaminari loses it when you wear body glitter. there’s something about the residue—something about the way he’s covered in glitter after getting what he wants, like he’s been properly marked. it drives him crazy when he goes to shower afterward, with glitter all over his mouth and hands, and…and—
Saying it was sweltering outside would’ve been an understatement. The weather had been unbearable all day, a continuation of the heatwave that had been torturing Japan for the past week.
To try and combat the heat you and your boyfriend, Satoru, had decided to go out for ice cream followed by a trip to the local beach.
“Ugh it’s too hot,” he whined, “My popsicle is melting.” You watch as some of the sticky, blue syrup of the popsicle drips down the wooden stick attached.
You shrug playfully, “Should’ve gotten ice cream in a tub, Toru.” He pouts at you, nudging you playfully as the two of you walk over to a nearby bench.
“Well, guess we have to go back for seconds then!” He practically inhales whatever’s left of the half melted cold treat, lips and tongue turning a bright blue in return.
The sun continues to blare down, your ice cream is now reduced to soup. “Ugh, why didn’t we sit inside the shop,” you complain as a droplet falls onto your chin. Before you can grab a napkin Satoru has already leaned over to swipe the sweetness off of your chin.
Now, Satoru expected you to hand him that very napkin you were reaching for. Instead? You lean in and suck his thumb to clean it off.
“Oh”
He watches as you suckle on his thumb, batting your eyelashes at him innocently. He can feel your tongue trace the tip of his tongue in gentle circles, gathering the sugary residue from his skin.
By the time you pull off of his finger Gojo is bright red, bright eyes now darker.
“Toru?” You cock your head, tryong to figure out why your boyfriend was so uncharacteristically quiet. He leans in slowly, “Baby… I think I’m hard.”
You gaped at him, looking around to make sure no one had noticed your boyfriends raging hard on as he shifted. “You cannot be serious,” you whisper-shouted.
“I’m the most serious I have ever been, sweets. It hurts like hell.” His voice came out whiner than he intended, his hand twitched against your thigh desperate for some relief.
“Satoru Gojo! It’s too hot for your bullshit.”
“Mhm well, you’re too hot and you got me in this situation so who’s the real villain?”
God you’ve never wanted to slap him more
You sighed, “Let’s go to the car, you horndog.”
a quick one because I wrote this during sweltering heat ++ moved this up the queue because @torumaii
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cult leader!suguru geto knows exactly how to seduce you ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
your biggest weakness!
cw: mdni, he's a manipulative slut, you and satoru are both victims of his sluttiness, art by djune
You can’t believe it’s the third time Gojo was sent to check on Geto’s activity and came back with absolutely nothing but his face red and embarrassment filling his body. It has to be a joke at this point, you don’t know what Geto is doing to him to not have any consequences.
“I’ll go next time,” you tell him and he gets up from the couch so fucking fast he definitely felt dizzy.
“No! It’s not fair!” Gojo snaps, following you as you walk the hallway. “I have to go, I’m the strongest!”
“Definitely not with him,” you mutter.
Gojo clicks his tongue, crosses his arms over his chest and pouts, having a whole tantrum in the middle of the school as you just walk towards your office to gather a few things and go to see what Geto is doing.
“Listen,” Gojo tries to get your attention back, grabbing your arm so you look at him. “You don’t understand what you’re getting into.”
You blink slowly, tilting your head. “I think you’re a weak ass man that doesn’t know how to handle Geto.”
You get rid of his hold, grab your keys and sunglasses and start walking again while Satoru audibly groans and sighs, now doing anything he can to make you stay and not see Geto because he knows you’re going to fall into the same trap he keeps falling.
The bar is dim and hazy when you finally push through the door. Your heart is already hammering stupidly in your chest as you scan the room. And there he is, Suguru Geto, lounging in a back booth like sin itself decided to take the night off. His hair is half tied up but messy in the hottest way, a few silky strands falling loose around his neck. His simple black shirt is basically painted on, unbuttoned so low you can see the smooth dip between his pecs and the way his skin glows under the low lights. His pants ride low on his hips, tight enough to show off the lines of his thighs when he shifts. He looks slutty without even trying hard, he picked the outfit specifically to ruin whoever walked in.
The second his eyes find you, a knowing smile curls on his lips. He lifts his hand and waves you over, all affectionate and warm like you two are still on the same side. You walk up on shaky legs, trying to keep your face straight even though your brain is already short circuiting.
“Suguru,” you start, sliding into the seat across from him. “We need to talk. The stuff you’re doing it’s messing everything up and I can’t just ignore it anymore.”
He leans forward, resting his chin in his hand so his shirt gaps open even more. “You came looking for me this late?” His voice is honey sweet, wrapping around you. Before you can push harder, he raises two fingers toward the bartender. “Two drinks over here. Make hers nice and strong. My friend needs to loosen up after chasing me all night.”
You try to protest but he is already sliding out of his seat and into yours, pressing right up against your side in one smooth move. His thigh molds against yours and his hand lands casually on your knee.
“You’re so tense,” he whispers, fingers tracing small circles. His deep purple eyes find yours. “Let me help with that.”
You feel like a total loser with him right now. Your eyes keep dropping to the way his hair frames his face, to the exposed collarbones, to the smirk playing on his lips. You want to stay mad, to lecture him properly, but he is right there looking like every dirty thought you have ever had about him comes to life. “Geto, please. This is serious. People are getting hurt because of what you are building.”
He pouts, full lips pushing out in a devastating way, head tilting so his loose hair brushes your shoulder. “Always scolding me. It makes me sad.”
Then he reaches up, pulls the tie from his hair completely, and lets all those long, dark strands tumble down around his shoulders. He runs his fingers through it slowly, arching his back just a bit so the movement pulls his shirt tighter across his chest. The act is pure slut, shameless and beautiful, and you cannot stop staring. Your face feels hot. Your mouth is dry. You are losing so bad.
Suguru notices and he manages to lean even closer. “You like it when I let it down, don’t you?” His hand slides higher up your thigh, squeezing gently, possessive but teasing. The heat from his palm burns through your clothes.
“Geto, no.” You’re trying, you’re really trying but it just sounds terribly pathetic.
“Drink with me. Let me take care of you tonight instead of fighting.”
You try to pull your thoughts together, but he shifts again, pressing his chest lightly against your arm so you feel how solid he is. His hair smells amazing, every time he moves it fans across your skin like silk.
“The… the damage…” you mumble, but it comes out weak, almost a whine. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against you.
“Shh. Just look at me for a second.” He turns fully toward you, one leg hooking over yours under the table, he looks like he’s about to straddle your lap right there. He bites his lower lip while watching your reaction. “See how much I want you here? I dressed like this hoping you would show up and get all flustered exactly like you are right now. Pathetic for me, aren’t you?”
Your brain melts. You cannot even deny it. He is too much. Too hot, too close, too good at playing you like this. His fingers trail up your arm now, light and teasing, stopping just below your collar. “Just one drink. Touch me if you want. I won’t stop you.” His voice drops, filthy and sweet all at once. “I have been thinking about your hands in my hair all week.”
You are gone. Completely lost in the sight of him like this, hair down and messy, body pressed against yours, eyes dark with want. Every serious word you came here with is crumbling away under the weight of how badly you need him right now. Suguru smiles, he knows he has already won, lips hovering inches from yours, waiting for you to finally give in.
You stumble back to the school sometime after midnight, legs still shaky and your mind a complete mess. The bar feels like a fever dream now. You lost so bad.
Now you are slumped on the old couch in the common room, staring at the wall. Your face feels warm every time you remember how easily he broke you down, you melted the second he let that long hair down and started grinding against your thigh under the table. Regret and embarrassment hit in waves. You were supposed to talk sense into him. Instead you let Suguru Geto seduce you like a complete loser and you loved every second of it.
Footsteps echo down the hall, you don’t even look up. Gojo walks in, hands in his pockets, that blindfold pushed up on his head. He stops right in front of the couch and just stares at you for a long moment. You know you look wrecked as Gojo lets out a low whistle.
“Damn,” he says, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Look at you. Regretting every last decision.”
You groan and cover your face with both hands, sinking deeper into the couch. You feel pathetic. Hot and pathetic.
“I told ya,” Gojo continues, flopping down on the arm of the couch. “I fucking told you not to go. But nooo, you just had to call me a weak ass and march in there like you could handle him.”
You peek through your fingers, cheeks burning. “Shut up, Satoru.”
He laughs, clearly enjoying your suffering. “Did he do the hair thing? He always does the hair thing. Gets me every time.”
You don’t answer, but the way you shift on the couch and press your thighs together gives it away.
Gojo leans closer, poking your shoulder. “Hey, at least you lasted longer than me last time. I came back after twenty minutes. You were gone for hours.” He pauses, then smirks again. “So… you gonna go back tomorrow or what? Because we both know you will.”
You bury your face back in your hands, but when you close your eyes: Suguru’s smile, his touch, the way he looked at you. Yeah. You are so screwed. And the worst part is, some stupid part of you is already thinking about the next time.
“Do you think that if we go together we could get him?” you suggest, letting your hands down and resting your head in the back of the couch.
Satoru imitates your position, hands folding in his lap while he thinks about it. “I mean, we definitely can handle him together. Right?”
synopsis :: dating sukuna was never easy, it’s a good thing it’s manwhore of a best friend came with him, right? (+18).
art :: @/thatsallitchief, @/su2kuna . dividers :: @/cafekitsuna .
1.8k words.
dating sukuna always came with toji. you didn't sign up for it, but everybody knew they were a deal, if you tolerated one of them, you instantly had to tolerate the other.
and you'd found yourself tangled in sukuna's life and his sheets—and you knew that came with toji loitering around the two of you constantly. you were always barely given time to breathe, with sukuna fucking you into a mattress, and toji walking straight into the room right after, rolling your naked body up in the blanket and carrying you away.
it was normal, you told yourself. it was normal, the way he was so used to seeing you naked, the way he kissed your neck when he thought sukuna wasn't looking and the way his hands always found their way between your thighs while the three of you binged movies on their shitty couch.
so you tried to ignore the way your thighs always clenched whenever toji was around, or the way your eyes would wander down the expanse of his muscles whenever the two of them worked out together.
you weren't that kind of person, right? the kind of girl that would shut her eyes the second sukuna slipped inside of you, wishing it was toji instead.
—
"y'know you really are too good for him."
"what?"
toji moved behind you, holding you from the back before spinning you around, his arms wrapped around your waist, his lips hovering over your neck while you giggled.
"i mean it—you're pretty, kind, smart and you're insane for putting up with a guy like sukuna."
"says you." you said, turning over to face him, pouting just a little to get your point across.
"what? you've never seen me leave you behind, have you, pretty?" his voice was smooth, laced with the slightest bit of condescension.
"it's whatever." you rolled your eyes at him, lightly hitting him on his chest while he laughs, his grip tightening around your waist while he slowly leaned in.
"what's going on here?"
"sukuna! you're home." you shoved toji off of you, sauntering your way to sukuna, wrapping your arms around his neck before he kisses your senseless, eyeing toji the entire time his lips were connected to yours.
because sukuna ryomen knew. he knew the way toji looked at you, and he saw the way you looked at him when you thought nobody was looking.
but it was just a fleeting thought, right? i mean, yeah, he'd been busy, ditching dates to stay over at practice—and he knew you didn't like it when he just left, only to show up in the dead of night, drunk out of his mind and on the verge of collapsing.
sukuna ryomen knew you deserved better. but better didn't mean toji fushiguro.
—
"fuuuck you feel so good—." sukuna was rutting his hips against yours, his cock buried inside your walls while you held onto his back, leaving behind bruising marks on his skin, biting down on his shoulders to stop yourself from screaming.
"oh come on, the least you could do is let me hear you." he purred, his eyes glinting a little underneath the dim lights while he lifted himself up a little.
"f—fuck but to—ji might hear us."
sukuna cocked his head in confusion, because knowing you, wouldn't you have wanted toji to hear how pretty you sounded getting absolutely wrecked?
"i barely get to see you all week, at least let me hear you, doll." is all he said before quickening his pace, his hips snapping against yours forcefully, your slick running down your thighs, with the entire room filled with the noises of the two of you moving against each other.
"so—good kuna nngh—."
—
"fuck, this is pathetic." toji whispered, fisting his cock, his ears pressed against the shared wall of his room, listening to your whimpers through the walls.
he could hear you chanting sukuna's name, the creaking with every thrust—
"keep going toj—sukuna-!"
what. the. fuck.
—
sukuna was gone. again. and knowing him he was probably black out drunk on someone's lawn, with a sorority girl half asleep on top of him while he tried to figure out where the fuck he was.
you tried to tell yourself that you could put up with it—the parties, the alcohol, the sheer amount of people that orbited sukuna, but it got to a point. where you just want to fuck it up so you can finally let go.
but sukuna knew. he knew you wanted him to change, to swoop into your life like some kind of knight in shining armour. so he kept you close enough to have you stay.
well, that's what you would've done, anyway. until toji decided to get himself involved, which he always did, he was tojiafterall.
and when sukuna walks back home with a pretty girl with a heart of gold wrapped around his fingers, toji's only goal is to unravel it.
and when you looked up and him and blinked through your lashes, toji fushiguro knew that he'd do anything to fuck over anything you had happening with sukuna.
—
"he's not home again, huh?"
"fuck off toji."
you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, still dressed in the stupid outfit he was supposed to take you out in, curled up in his bed while toji barged in like he owned the place.
"why do you even put up with this, pretty? you can do so much better."
"by better, you mean you, right?" you let out a bitter laugh, barely looking at him while he closed the space between the two of you.
"well, you can allow me to be selfish just this once, right?"
you let out a bitter laugh, hitting him on his chest once, expecting him to move away, to leave you to wallow in your own misery and hope sukuna would at least show up before two in the morning.
"whatever, toji."
"aw, don't be like that, doll."
his arms looped around your waist again, pressing you into his chest like he always did, your soft sobs muffled by his boobs pecs.
he slowly shifted you onto his lap, kissing the top of your head before looking down, your eyes brimming with tears while you looked up at him, your cheek still pressed up against his chest.
"he's good to me, toji."
"sometimes. i could be better, y'know."
"i don't know that."
"then let me show you. please."
his eyes were flitting down to your lips, only when he thought you weren't paying attention, slowly drawing mindless circles around your waist with his hands.
you nodded once, and that was all the permission he needed before his lips were on yours, his tongue sliding on the edge of your lips while you sobbed into his mouth.
"are you sure?"
"you wanted this, toji, why are you so hesitant now?"
"because now, there's no turning back."
well, fuck it, right?
—
"f—fuck t-toji, s—slow down."
"never heard you sound like this around sukuna, doll."
"stop talking about him—while you're inside me."
"you're unbelievable, you know that?"
you rolled your pretty eyes at him, only to have him thrust into you again, your ankles up to your ears while you tried to muffle your screams.
"i've heard you—before."
"w—what?" you sputtered out, your saliva dribbling down the corners of your mouth while your cunt clenched around his stupidly big dick.
"i've heard you a—almost moan my name before."
"fuck."
"you're gonna tell me when it's too much, alright?"
you nodded against him, trying to bite back your noises while the room filled with sickening squelches, and toji's grunts filling the gaps of silence that echoed.
"f—fuck, what if kuna hears us—."
"let him." he let your legs down, his lips finding yours again, nipping at your skin while they cascaded downwards, soft lips kissing each and every little darkened bruise he'd left on your skin.
"even better."
"you're sick."
"well i'm not the one sleeping with my boyfriend's best friend, am i?"
"asshole." you laughed out while his pace quickened, his hands moving down to your core to thumb at your clit, knocking the words right out of your pretty lips while whispered filthy, filthy words into your ears.
"gods, you suck."
"and you're screaming my name, doll, i must be doing something right."
—
with his ears pressed against the door, sukuna finally heard you scream the name you'd been trying not to yell while he was inside you.
and this time around, he was the pathetic one, fisting his poor, leaky cock to the sounds of his best friend putting you through the mattress.
—
you were tracing mindless patterns on toji's chest, his arm casually slung around you while he kissed your forehead, holding you close as if you'd disappear if he didn't and—
slam!
"sukuna—." you gasped out, trying to get the blanket to cover your naked form. like that'd make it any better that you just fucked toji.
"hey man."
"what the fuck."
"sukuna i swear i can explain—."
"oh, but there's no need to, doll." toji purred, pulling you back into the bed while sukuna was all but punching his nose in.
"toji what the fuck are you talking about—."
"y/n, he was listening in the whole time."
you looked around you for a second, your eyes finding sukuna's eventually cascading lower and lower until—.
"this never would've happened if you were better, right 'kuna?"
"oh fuck off, fushiguro."
sukuna moved towards you, kissing you like he never had before, his tongue finding its way into your mouth slowly while you sunk back into the mattress next to toji.
"if you were into this, i would've done it sooner, kuna."
"don't test it."
"shut the fuck up." you spat out. you knew you were in the wrong, going behind his back, essentially cheating on him, but whatever, right?
his fingers found your core immediately, thumbing at your already swollen clit while toji moved behind you, kissing the back of your neck, one arm finding its way around your throat while sukuna scissored you open.
"f—fuck it's too much."
you squirmed, while the two of them held you down, with toji pushing your thighs apart from behind you while sukuna moved lower and lower, his mouth finding your cunt, lapping up your slick mixed with toji's while you bit back a moan.
"gods she's pretty, isn't she?" toji cooed while sukuna shot a glare right at him, but remaining laser focused on making you cum on his face, his tongue moving against your folds when his lips eventually found your clit.
you could feel your vision going blank, your legs struggling to close around sukuna's head while toji continued to keep them apart, still pressing kisses to your neck while you came on sukuna's face, slick dripping down his chin while he licked it off his lips slowly.
you were slowly coming down from your high, panting in toji's lap right when—
"so what does this make us?" sukuna said, eyeing both you and toji on the edge of the bed.
"well, i guess we're about to find out." is all toji said before unbuckling his pants.
you’re straddling choso on the couch, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips, your fingers tangled in his messy black hair as you kiss him like you’ve been starving for it.
his mouth is warm and eager under yours, breathless whimpers escaping him every time you roll your hips down against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. he tastes faintly of the strawberry candy he had been eating earlier. you moan into the kiss as his big hands are sliding up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh like he can’t decide whether to pull you closer or slow you down.
“princess…” he mumbles against your lips, voice already husky and a little breathless. his cheeks were flushed that pretty shade of pink you loved so much. “we should–mmh–get a condom first.”
you pull back just enough to look at him, grinding down again so you can feel exactly how hard he is.
“choo…” say, dragging his name out sweetly, “we’ve been over this. i’m on birth control. i’ve told you a hundred times.”
he swallows hard, his eyes darting away. his hands flex on your thighs. “i know, but…it’s not just that. you know…my issue.”
you frown at how he gets about it, even after being together for months. he’s always been so careful, so worried he’ll overwhelm you.
you always knew he struggled with hyperspermia, he always said it or treated it like it was some kind of curse. the first time you found out, he panicked and apologized all night too you. choso cums so much it’s ridiculous–thick heavy loads of cum that spills everywhere. you wanted it–rather you needed to feel it inside you but he always avoided, insisting on comdoms.
you cup his face with both hands, thumbs brushing over his warm cheeks. “but i want you. i don’t care about that silly issue baby..no condoms please?”
his breath hitches at your pout, his eyes wide and glassy with need and hesitation. “what if it’s too much? i don’t want you to regret it.”
you leaned in, pressing your lips against his causing him to groan, trying to deepen the kiss. you pulled back however, grinning. “the only thing i regret is waiting this long,” you whisper against his lips.
“i love you..please don’t let me wait any longer..”
choso made a helpless sound, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “you’re gonna kill me y’know that?” he mutters, clearly giving in as he lifts his hips so you can shove his sweatpants down. his cock springs free–thick and flushed dark at the tip. he was already leaking pre as it twitches against his stomach.
you push your shorts and panties aside, not bothering to take them all the way off. your grips his cock, lining it to your entrance. the blunt head of his cock presses against your already slick entrance causing him to groan.
“fuck–baby are you sure?”
“yes now shut up.” you sank down in one smooth motion, taking him all the way. “o-oh fuck.” choso’s head falls back against the couch, his eyes fluttering close as he whimpers. his fingers dug into your skin so hard, you worried it’d bruise–not that you cared anymore. all you cared about was him.
“you’re so tight and soo warm..shit–feels so good,”
you moan at the stretch, the way he fills you so perfectly, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix effortlessly. you lift your hips before slamming back down, your head falling back in pleasure. “nghh cho..i feel so full..”
"you’re so tight… so warm… shit, no rubber feels—feels too good—”
choso already seemed completely wrecked, his cheeks were burning red and his lips parted as he releases the prettiest sounds, giving you more confidence as you began fucking yourself on him. every time you drop back on his cock, he whines, trying so hard to stay gentle with you, even as his hips jerk up to meet your thrusts desperately. “ah–i’ve wanted this so bad, thank you baby oh fuck.”
“..and i love it so much,” you gasped, bracing your hands on his chest as you ride him faster. the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the room, so perfectly. “d-don’t pull out okay? hah..cum inside me please,”
his eyes widened slightly, a fresh wave of heat flooding his face, but the words clearly affected him. his cock twitching inside you at the thought of cumming inside you–the thought of breeding you, his pretty girlfriend. “d-do you really want that? want me to pump you full of me..? breeding you baby?”
“yes–god yes,” you moaned, your pace getting faster as you began chasing your orgasm. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his thick length. the thought of him cumming inside you, claiming you so throughly made you completely dizzy with need. you ride him like you’re trying to milk him dry–which you technically were. your hips rolling as your slick drips down his balls with every thrust.
choso sat up suddenly, wrapping pulling you closer, your mouths crashing in a desperate kiss. “i love you,” he pants between kisses, taking control of your pace as he began thrusting his hips, forcing himself impossibly deeper inside you. your eyes rolled back, a surprised cry coming from you. “i’ll give you everything yeah? gonna fill you all the way up..you’re gonna take every drop right baby?”
you nodded frantically, nails digging into his shoulders as the coil in your belly gets tighter and tighter. “please cho–i need it so bad–ah!”
he kept going, pounding up into you in desperate strokes that were so deep he hits you sweet spot without trying. his thumb trails down, finding your clit and rubbing in messy circles. the pressure builds inside you, your moans turning into whimpers and whines against his neck. you felt him swell and throbbed inside you as he nears the edge.
“i’m so close baby…fuck i can’t hold it much longer,” he whimpers, his voice wrecked as he completely destroys you. “take all of me yeah?”
“y-yes please..i’ll take it all–“ your works break off into a sharp cry as your orgasm suddenly crashes over you. your vision whiting out, walls clamping down hard around his cock. hot white pleasure rips through you in waves as your thighs shook, your cunt gushing around him.
choso lets out a broken moan at the feeling of you gripping him so tight. “s-shit i can’t..”
he buried himself to the hilt with a groan, his cock twitching as he cums. thick heavy spurts flooding inside you, his hips twitching as he fills you completely–so much so your belly felt swollen, his seed spilling around his cock making a mess between you both. “oh my god–cho..”
your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming sensation, the feeling forces another orgasm out of you, your body shuddering and clenching around him–milking every last drop like your body was made for him. you were whimpering, moaning his name as you got lost in the bliss of being filled so much. choso gasped, holding you tight against him, his voice shaky with pleasure. “look at you baby..taking it so well, such a good girl aren’t you?”
it felt like forever before his cock twitched one last time, clearly coming down from his orgasm. he buries his face into your neck, pressing gentle kisses there as he catches his breath.
“that was amazing…can we do that again..?” he asks, his voice hopeful as he smiles when he finally looks at you. “only if you want to..”
you laughed breathlessly, placing a small kiss against his lips. “we can do this all day cho..we’re never using condoms again.”
he grins at your words, his eyes darkening. “good, time for me to breed you nice and proper now yeah?”
a/n: SO i realized i’ve BARELY…written for most of the characters in my mlist so ill focus on them now ok. also hyperspermia is so interesting, i might make this a series featuring choso..
synopsis: you accidentally get added to the wrong class group chat during the start of the second semester (a class you aren’t even taking), but the people in it are weirdly entertaining so you decide to stay. what’s the worst that could happen?
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ chapter summary: after another successful performance, you and the gang go out to celebrate. however you had a liiiittle too much to drink….
content: smau, college!au, eventual poly!krbk x reader, reader has a name (we don’t use y/n in this house)
NOTE: this chapter has a written section at the end—please read it!
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The night air was cooler than you expected, a refreshing sensation after being surrounded by warm bodies all night.
It hit your cheeks the second the three of you stumbled out of the bar, Kirishima laughing at something you’d said under your breath, Bakugo walking a half-step behind you with his signature scowl etched on his face.
“I’m fine,” you announced, very confidently before immediately stepping sideways.
Kirishima caught your elbow before you could smack into a street sign. “Totally fine,” he said, grinning. “Careful Sparks—you’re gonna run into something.”
You looked up at him, eyes bright and unfocused, and burst into giggles. “You’re so nice.”
He blinked. “Huh?”
“You,” you said, poking him lightly in the chest. “You’re nice. Like—annoyingly nice, in a good way.”
From behind you, Bakugo snorted. “Annoying’s the only accurate part of that sentence.”
You gasped dramatically and turned toward him too fast, wobbling. “And you.”
Bakugou’s brows drew together. “What about me?”
“You act all mean,” you said, pointing at him with the seriousness of someone delivering a courtroom verdict, “but you’re not.”
His face twisted. “I am mean.”
“No,” you insisted, giggling again when Kirishima steadied you by the shoulders. “You’re… secretly nice.”
From over your head, Kirishima locked eyes with Bakugo and a knowing smile appeared on his face, but he kept his mouth shut as his thumbs gently rubbed the skin where his hands still lay.
"You know...what Kaminari said...to me one time?" Your voice was practically slurred at this point; however, that didn't stop you as you continued to sway back and forth.
Bakugo clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Tch, whatever that idiot said is probably—"
"He said that you're a big ol' softie once you get to know people."
That shut him up.
"And I...didn't believe him at first, but..." You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Then I had that whole episode in the library in front of you—sorry again about that, heh—and you were just so...so patient with me and didn't invalidate my feelings, and I know sometimes I can be too much but it didn't feel like that when I was with you y'know?"
Bakugo looked away first, jaw tight, hands shoved deep into his pockets. “Dumbass,” he muttered. “No idea what the hell you’re talking about.”
“I mean it,” you mumbled. “I know we only got close recently, but… I’m really happy you guys are my friends. You make things feel easier.”
Kirishima’s expression gentled immediately and his hand slid more securely around your arm. Then you tried to take another step and nearly folded at the knees. Thankfully, his fast reflexes kicked in and he tugged you back upright
“Alright, that’s enough of that," Bakugo said irritably.
“I’m walking,” you protested.
“Yeah like a baby deer.”
Kirishima laughed, but Bakugou was already nodding toward you. “Carry her.”
Kirishima's eyes widened as he pointed at himself. “What? Me?”
"Well I ain't fucking carry her," Bakugo snapped. "With how drunk she is, she might throw up on me."
“I can walk,” you insisted, though you were currently holding onto Kirishima’s sleeve with both hands.
Bakugo stepped closer, eyes narrowed as he gazed down at you. “You can barely stand dummy.”
You smiled up at him. “You’re worried about me.”
“I’m worried about my car if you throw up in it.”
“You care,” you sang.
Bakugo’s face went red. “Kirishima.”
“Okay, okay, okay! I'm on it,” Kirishima said with a shit-eating grin on his face. He crouched slightly and dipped his head down to look at you, big red eyes locking onto yours. “You okay if I carry you?”
You nodded immediately, arms already lifting. “Yes please.”
His smile softened. “C’mere then.”
A second later, he had you scooped up against his chest like it was nothing. You let out a delighted laugh, looping your arms around his neck as the world tilted comfortably.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, awed. “You’re strong.”
Kirishima laughed. “I would hope so. That’s kinda my whole thing.”
Bakugo walked ahead, keys already in hand, but you caught the way he glanced back a few times. “You better not drop her,” he snapped. "I'm not dealing with her drunk and injured."
You rested your cheek against Kirishima's shoulder, still smiling as Bakugo unlocked the car. “You guys are my favorites,” you mumbled.
“Yeah, yeah. Get in before I change my mind and leave you both here," Bakugo grumbled, though with less bite than usual, and opened the back door. But despite all his moaning and groaning, his hand instinctively came up to rest over the rim of his car, preventing your head from hitting against it as Kirishima gently settled you down onto the leather seats.
“Comfy, Sparks?” Kirishima asked sweetly, reaching over you to buckle your seatbelt in. “Do you want me to ride with you back here or you think you’ll be okay?”
“I’ll b’fine,” I mumbled, head lolling forward as my eyes began to droop. It was that time of night where your entire system came crashing down after the effects of the alcohol. “Just…tell Bakugo not to drive like a maniac again.”
You heard him scoff from outside the car before his hand reached in and yanked Kirishima back, causing him to let out a loud yelp. “If you puke on my leather dummy I’m kicking you to the curb.”
With another roll of his eyes, Bakugo shut the door, surprisingly gentle for how abrasive he usually is. As the car rumbled to life a few seconds later, you leaned your head against the window and allowed your body to relax, soothed by the rhythmic movement of the car and the familiar voices of the two people in front of you.
to explain, you and satoru were quite adventurous with anything to do with sex. he would buy all these things or propose an idea on how to keep things interesting, and you would agree. every time. all because you knew it would be better than the last time.
this cycle had been going on for a few months now, and no problems have occurred. you guys are perfect.
satoru had been holding back this… idea for long, even though he's wanted it from the start.
he wanted to see your pretty eyes obstructed, unable to know his next move he knows that your senses would be heightened to the max, pussy dripping like never before at his teasing touches.
you're now in your shared bed, grinding down on his muscular thigh.
"yeah, pretty girl, you want more?" his eyebrows raise, voice laced with mock sympathy.
"you'll have to earn it."
you whimper, body shaking at every attempt for more pleasure. he grabs your face, kissing your gloss straight off.
"mmngh, fuck, toru!" you moan into his kisses, grabbing onto his shoulder.
he places his free hand on your own, moving his thigh up and down— matching your pace.
"fuck. i can feel you getting soaked already. so sexy."
he tucks hair behind your ear as he pulls you in for another kiss, tongue dancing with yours in a ruthless, passionate makeout.
he slides a hand up your bra, cold and long fingers palming the soft flesh, nipples turning hard almost immediately.
"oh, you've definitely earned it now. look at you." he exclaims, sliding his hand down to grip your ass, pulling you onto him.
satoru quickly disposes of your bottoms, taking a moment to trace the lace of your panties. his hand goes further down, just feeling the wetness.
he flashes you a shit eating grin, pulling down your panties by the waistband. satoru puts the panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply.
"shit. you smell amazing, sweetheart." he moves them from his nose, wrapping the beautiful lace around his wrist.
your soaking cunt clenches around nothing, the musky scent of wetness filling satoru's senses.
he sucks his teeth. "just one thing." satoru unties the blindfold from his head, icey blue eyes staring into yours.
"you're blindfolded." he leans in, kissing and biting your bottom lip before tying the blindfold around your eyes. you whimper in response, his hand going to your nipple— kneading the ball of warm flesh.
he feels his dick go hard in his pants, and he leads your hands towards it. "you feel that, pretty girl? it's all for you."
you locate the zipper on his pants, pulling it all the way down. he slides his pants straight off, pre dripping through thin boxers.
he strokes your hair as your hand slips under his boxers, stroking his dick softly with wet pumps.
you pull his boxers off, joining his pants on the floor. his tip is practically leaking mass amounts of pre at this point.
he grabs the back of your head, leading your mouth down to his dick. he makes sure your lips pick up some of the pre, substituting for that lipgloss he kissed off a few minutes ago.
you wrap your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip, occasionally touching his slit.
he hisses in response, gripping onto your hair tighter.
your spit mixed with pre forms a ring around his cock as you take him in deeper, fondling his balls every time you go to the bottom.
he lets out a choked groan, playing with the edge of your blindfold as you move. you are getting quite used to the feeling of his huge cock blindfolded.
your eyes water up under the blindfold as you deepthroat him— the jet black piece of fabic mopping up every tear, not every gag, though.
one of his hands go down to your neck, feeling the bulge of his dick imprinted into your throat.
"how are you— fuck! taking that, baby? isn't it too— shiittt much for you?" he cries out breathily, holding his grip on your hair for dear life.
you shake your head, going back up to spit on his dick, deepthroating him many times again. he wishes he could see your eyes staring up at him.
"fuuuck! i'm gonna—" he holds your head down, riding out through his orgasm.
ropes of cum run down your throat and you of course swallow it all like the good slut you are.
sweat runs down satoru's face and he takes off the blindfold.
"fuck, you did better than i could've ever imagined." he takes a shaky breath and runs a hand through his ivory hair.
you move your hand towards his face, stroking his plump lips.
"you did great too." you say, pressing a small kiss to his lower lip.
diary entry: you know I had to give him his theme tune... Daddy's home 🥹 ... Also I realized in all of these he's out of the house, where is he? Come back? Tf? -- SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG bro I had no ideas at all 🥹
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The blue hour hung heavy over the shoreline, that soft, in-between hush where night still clung to the edges of the world and dawn had not yet arrived. Mist rolled low across the sand, cool and damp against your skin, carrying the sharp, clean scent of salt and distant rain. The air was cold enough to raise goosebumps along your bare arms, but you didn't mind. Restlessness had driven you from the warm room earlier, your mind too full of thoughts to stay still beneath the sheets. Sukuna had simply grunted, pulled on loose dark pants, and followed you out without a word. He never let you wander alone.
Now the two of you walked barefoot along the shore, the wet sand cool and shifting beneath your feet. The beach was nearly empty, save for a few distant fishermen hauling their small boats and the occasional local wrapped in thick shawls, moving like shadows through the mist. The waves rolled in with gentle crashes, a constant, soothing rhythm that blended into the background like a lullaby. Foam kissed your ankles every few steps, icy and fleeting, before retreating back into the sea.
You had been holding Sukuna’s hand earlier, your smaller fingers laced through his much larger ones. At some point you let go, distracted by the vast stretch of water and the way the mist made everything feel dreamlike and far away. Now you trailed a few steps behind him, eyes tracing the deep imprints his feet left in the sand. Each footprint was massive, a reminder of just how enormous your husband truly was.
Your gaze lifted slowly, drinking him in. The salty breeze tossed his pink hair, strands whipping across his sharp features and falling into his eyes. You followed the slope of his broad back, the powerful lines of muscle shifting beneath tattooed skin with every step. Even in this quiet, misty dawn, Sukuna moved like a predator, graceful and commanding, yet here with you he walked at a pace slow enough for you to keep up.
Something hard pressed against the sole of your foot. The retreating wave brushed cool foam around your ankles as you paused and looked down. There, half-buried in the wet sand, sat a small, rounded piece of sea glass. Oval-shaped and smooth, its edges worn soft by years of tumbling in the ocean. The color was a beautiful, muted teal, almost glowing in the blue light.
You bent down, fingers brushing away wet sand as you picked it up. The glass felt cool and silky in your palm, perfectly polished by time and tide. You turned it over slowly, heart tightening with a sudden wave of emotion.
Sukuna had always been a rough man. Sharp-edged and closed off to the world. A monster forged in blood and violence, feared by everyone who crossed his path. But with you… with you he had changed. Slowly. Gently. Just like this piece of sea glass. Your love had worn down his sharpest edges over time, smoothing the cruelty, softening the walls he once kept so high. He was still Sukuna. Still terrifying to the rest of the world. But with you he allowed himself to be held. To be touched. To be loved without suspicion or demand.
You stared at the sea glass, thumb stroking its smooth surface, a small smile tugging at your lips.
Ahead of you, Sukuna had stopped walking. He turned, four crimson eyes finding you instantly through the mist. His expression was unreadable at first, but then one of his upper hands lifted, beckoning you forward with two curled fingers.
“Come here, little wife.”
His voice carried easily over the subtle crash of the waves, low and warm in the quiet dawn.
You closed your fingers around the sea glass and hurried after him, bare feet kicking up small sprays of sand. It only took a few quick steps to catch up. The moment you were close enough, Sukuna’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his warm, solid chest. Two hands settled on your lower back, cradling you closer, another cupping the back of your head and the other resting possessively at your waist.
He leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead, lips warm against your cool skin.
You melted into the embrace, arms winding around his torso as best you could, cheek pressed to his chest. The sea glass slipped from your relaxed fingers, tumbling quietly back onto the sand. A moment later another gentle wave rolled in, sweeping the small teal piece back into the sea where it belonged.
Neither of you noticed.
Sukuna held you tighter, chin resting on top of your head as the mist swirled around your joined bodies. The sky was beginning to lighten ever so slightly at the horizon, the first hints of sunrise threatening to break the blue hour’s spell.
“You were restless again,” he murmured, voice rumbling through his chest. One hand stroked slowly up and down your back. “Couldn’t sleep?”
You nodded, nuzzling closer. “The room felt too still. I needed the air. Needed to walk.”
He hummed in understanding. His fingers threaded gently through your hair, untangling a few strands the breeze had knotted. For a long time he simply held you there on the shoreline, the waves brushing your ankles, the mist cool against your skin, his body a solid wall of heat keeping the chill at bay.
“You are too soft for this world,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “Yet you chose me. A monster. And somehow… you make me less of one.”
You tilted your head back to look up at him, eyes shining with quiet affection. “You were never just a monster to me, Ryo-kun. Not anymore.”
Sukuna stared down at you for a long moment, four eyes searching your face. Then he leaned down and kissed you properly, slow and deep, tasting the salt on your lips. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.
“Come,” he said, voice rough but impossibly tender. “Walk with me a little longer. The sun will rise soon.”
He took your hand again, lacing your fingers together, and the two of you continued down the shore. Your footprints followed his in the sand, sometimes overlapping, sometimes side by side. The sea glass you had found was already gone, carried back into the vast ocean by the tide, but its lesson remained.
Just like you had smoothed Sukuna’s sharp edges with patience and love, the sea had done the same to that small piece of glass. Some things only grew softer, kinder, and more beautiful with time and gentle care.
The first rays of sunlight finally pierced the horizon, turning the mist into gold and painting the waves in warm light. Sukuna squeezed your hand, pulling you closer as you walked.
And in that quiet, misty dawn, the King of Curses walked barefoot beside his wife, content to let the world keep turning while he cherished the only person who had ever dared to love him completely.
The sea whispered its endless song behind you.
The sand held your intertwined footprints for a little while longer.
your incredibly smart boyfriends average test scores were 95% to 100% percent. why were you surprised when he started practically quizzing you on your own pussy?
he brings a finger up to the fleshy skin of your outer lips, skin pulsing at the touch.
"now, these are your outer lips. scientifically called labia majora pudendi. they act as protective barriers, comparable to the male scrotum." he says, removing his finger from the area.
his uni work was all completed but he was still quizzing you or himself in any way possible. it's not even ruining the moment anymore, it's making it better.
he pulls the left outer lip skin back, placing his finger on the wet, soft skin on the inner.
"now, baby, do you know what this is? the part of this pretty pussy i'm touching now?"
you stare at him like he just hung the world up himself, shaking your head.
"no? that's fine. these are your inner lips. a delicate, sensitive skin folds located between the part i just told you about, your outer lips. these vary widely in size, shape and color among different women." he collects a bit of the spread wetness on his fingers, moving them up to his mouth.
you hear a very faint groan over your heavy breathing, tongue lapping up the evidence of your arousal off his own fingers.
he points to the bundle of nerves above your urethra, tapping a finger on it.
"this is your clitoris. it's extremely sensitive. in fact— if i just simply did this.."
he moves two fingers towards the organ, circling it in deep, slow strokes.
you groan and tilt your head backwards, hands latching on to the closest surface you could find.
"you can feel that, can't you? that's why i told you it's sensitive." he smirks, moving his fingers faster.
"toru—" your voice came out strained, almost a warning. "f—fuck. feels ssooo good!"
his fingers are coated with this sticky, gushy mess, loud squelching noises filling the organized room.
"i can tell, sweetheart. you can hear it too— how this pretty pussy sounds with a few languid touches." he says softly, tongue running over braces.
your eyes go watery and suddenly you feel tears run down your cheeks. you can't even think because of the intense pleasure. your boyfriend told you this was about an exam that made up most of his grade.
"cum for me, pretty. right on my hands. i've got you." he says, wiping tears off of your wet cheeks.
and you finally let go.
thick, white cum drips down his fingers as you finally reach your climax, the liquid travelling down to his digimon sheets.
he lays you down, cleaning up your clit and his fingers.
a/n: mirio mirio mirio mriomrironkasfoi mmfgghhh...wrote this while actively falling asleep
divider cred: @cursed-carmine
Mirio’s so perfect. So handsome under you as his fat cock fills you up, repeatedly fucking that gummy spot inside of you that makes you drag your nails down his chest and have your eyes roll back.
He’s such a sweetheart, a giver in every sense, a true hero. That’s why it’s so hot when he gets like this, big hands wrapping around your hips so he can do the work for you, his pretty face scrunching up at the feeling of you around his length. Having sex with Mirio feels like having a gift bestowed upon you. Something about the fact he was letting you see him in a light that no one else got to see. It feels like he’s giving a part of himself to you.
“Th-there we go, sweetheart…so good..” he gasps out, his pace consistent with each one of his heavy thrusts.
“You feelin’ good, beautiful?” He whispers softly, gazing at your face, your jaw dropped, your head slightly tilted back. “Mmm…?” He hums when he doesn’t get a response from you, smiling fondly, knowing.
“Nghhh…mhm..Mir..Mirio..” you mumble out softly, letting out a whine as his calloused thumb goes to rub at your puffy clit.
“That’s me, baby. I gotcha..” “Jus’ let go for me, mm?”
It doesn’t take long for your body to listen, shuddering above him as his name leaves your mouth, choked out and breathless while your hips buck in little bursts.
“Good girl, beautiful…good job..” “Just a little more for me, yeah?” He asks, the pace of his thrusts speeding up, sloppy and desperate as he chases his own release.
“Oh..oh god..” he pants, kind eyes staring into yours like he’s begging for it. “Oh..honey, mmffghh..nnagh..!” He groans as he cums, hips holding themselves deep inside of you, like he’s sure you’ll have it all. That you’ll have him all.
Huh. Maybe having sex with Mirio really is like receiving a gift.
thank you @kieangelic for tagging me and omg i’m so sorry it took me a whole week 😭💔 i’ve been crazy busy lately </3 but this looks fun so thank uu!! 🫶
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contents: 18+ MDNI!!! deku sensei x fem!reader (they're both in their mid twenties), canon-compliant, minimal spoilers (i tried my best to keep it vague), reunion, exes to lovers (they didn't break up on bad terms), oral (f. receiving), unprotected piv, crampie, vague talk of breeding kink, THEY TALK. A LOT. SOMEONE MAKE THEM SHUT THE FUCK UP wc. 5.4k (sorry if i missed any typos) art cr; @/EyeEmpty on X
[p.s. read author's note at the end ty]
izuku thought he would never see you again. not after the night you parted ways, when you said you would be moving to the other side of the country to pursue your passion, and who was he to stop you? it wasn’t a goodbye, either, but rather an until we meet again.
he just didn’t expect again to be in a downtown izakaya that shouto had invited him and katsuki to, with you sitting just a few tables away with people he didn’t know, cradling a beer that was one wobble away from toppling over whenever you laughed.
“oi, deku,” katsuki waves a hand in front of his face, chopsticks wedged between his fingers. “fuck you lookin’ at?”
izuku is quick to whip around, forcing out an apologetic chuckle. “nothing, nothing!” he reassures. “just got lost in thought, you know…lots of papers to grade, i’ve been pulling a few all-nighters.”
shouto, ever the observant one, leans back in his chair to find what had caught his friend’s attention. “it’s her,” is all he says. katsuki doesn’t even try to be subtle, pushing himself up on an elbow to look. “huh, it really is. didn’t know she was back.”
“i-i didn’t know either,” izuku says sheepishly, already sinking in his shoulders. “i’m just as surprised as you guys are.”
“are you going to talk to her?” shouto asks, tilting his head slightly. “we don’t mind if you want to go catch up.”
“who’s we—” katsuki starts to protest, but izuku cuts him off. “no way! she’s with friends, and she clearly hasn’t noticed us here, so…let’s just not make a scene and keep eating, alright?” his tone borders on pleading, chopsticks reaching for another bite of chicken karaage.
“thought you still liked her,” katsuki muses, popping a dumpling dripping in spicy sauce in his mouth. “it’s been five years, kacchan,” izuku washes down his mouthful with a sip of beer. “a lot has happened in my life, and i’m sure it’s the same for her as well. j-just forget it, alright?”
thankfully, they listen, changing the subject to funny things they encountered over that week’s patrols. it was nice, knowing that the city was safe enough to allow heroes to have time for themselves, to be able to go to an izakaya with friends and enjoy a beer or two.
it’s not until izuku is skimming the menu to order some dessert that he feels a hand on his shoulder. he’s immediately mortified of the way he flinches, and the fact that he’s dead sure katsuki’s going to tease him for it later. “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you!”
that voice. it’s—
“midoriya. izuku, right?”
it’s you.
“y/n,” he says almost out of breath, a smile stretching over his face. he stands up, offering a scarred hand you immediately take in a warm shake, flushed cheeks bracketing a wide grin. when you let your arm fall back at your side, you look over izuku’s shoulder to the two boys sitting at the table. “forgive me for my interruption,” you bow. “you’re…dynamight and shouto, right? big fan.”
“that’s us,” shouto nods with a twitch of his lips. katsuki mirrors his friend’s gesture with a grunt.
“i won’t hold you any longer, just a quick stop to say hi before leaving,” you look at izuku again, who was barely registering the words coming out of your mouth. his mind was too busy committing to memory how much you had changed, yet it was still…you. and he was just as fucked as the day he met you.
when he feels three pairs of eyes staring at him waiting on an answer, he snaps back. “i-i…you weren’t holding us up!” he reassures, the words coming out too fast for his liking as he nervously adjusts his tie. “and you’re…leaving already?” it probably sounds pathetic, but he doesn’t care. not when he’s waited five years and was nowhere close to giving up.
you blink, lips parted for a reply that comes out a beat too late. “we’re, uhm…the others want to move the night at a karaoke not far from here,” you look out the window, where your friends are waiting, then turn to izuku. “b-but hey, how about i give you my number? to…catch up?”
izuku fishes the phone out of the pocket of his slacks so fast it almost slips. almost. “yeah, of course! here you go,” he beams, handing it to you.
after putting in your number and dialing yourself to save his contact later, you say goodbye with a quick, polite bow. then, you’re catching up to your friends outside, and izuku’s emerald eyes are fixed on you as he sits back on the chair.
“well, i’d say that went well,” shouto speaks, snapping him out of his trance. “she gave you her number and everything, and you didn’t even have to ask for it.”
“like hell he would’ve had the balls to ask for it,” katsuki scoffs, a rare - yet snarky - smirk on his lips. “did you pee your pants, nerd? you sure looked like you were about to.”
“e-enough,” izuku shakes his head. “i just…didn’t expect her to come to me, it took me by surprise! anyways, this is over. are we ordering dessert or not? maybe some sake too…”
shouto snorts quietly, eyes focusing back on the paper menu.
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you should’ve known, izuku is a habitual man. it made total sense for him to still be living in musutafu, that he didn’t let go of his safe nest. and you were in no place to judge him, either, because here you were, crawling back to your hometown. things hadn’t gone wrong, not exactly. you just liked to tell yourself that you felt homesick. it was easier that way.
the underground tunnel of the train station is stuffy, beads of sweat clinging to your temples, throat still parched from all the singing at the karaoke; beer doesn’t quite quench the thirst. a metallic voice announces that the train will arrive in ten minutes.
“ah, you’re here!”
the loud announcement had covered the hurried steps of a breathless izuku, standing hunched over behind you with his hands planted on his knees, yellow backpack rising and falling to the rhythm of his heaving chest. the sudden presence behind you makes you jump with a loud gasp.
“izuku! oh my god, you scared me to death!” you whip around, holding a hand over your heart as if trying to keep it in place after the scare. his emerald eyes snap up to meet yours, a dark flush blooming over his freckled cheeks. “i’m sorry!” he stands upright abruptly. “didn’t mean to spook you.”
“you’re fine, you’re fine,” you giggle, waving him off. “seems we’re getting on the same train.”
“mhm, seems like it,” he adjusts the straps of his backpack, then flashes you a smile. “i’m glad, means we have time to catch up, right?”
the train is basically empty at this hour, but you still keep your voices somewhat hushed during the ride, as to not disturb the exhausted - and very much drunk - salary man sitting towards the end of the car, eyes covered from the harsh lights with his tie wrapped around his head.
izuku talks about his job at UA, his promising pupils reminding him so much of his younger self. there’s a spark in his gaze while he speaks, fierce and bright— but deep down, you know it’s bittersweet. still, neither of you address it. you don’t really have anything exciting to contribute to the conversation with, so you simply tell him about your new occupation, something not as demanding as the last, one that can actually allow you to have some time to yourself.
time flies by, and before you know it, the announcement for the next stop cuts through. you both stand up.
“you get off here as well?” izuku asks, moving to the side and letting you step out of the doors first. “yeah, gosh, at least i think so?” you hurriedly reach for your phone, checking the note in your phone with all the information to reach your apartment. “can you believe i already forgot how to move through my hometown?” you chuckle nervously.
“city’s big enough to get lost in, i don’t blame you,” he reassures you gently. “so, is it the right stop?”
“yes!” you cheer happily, pocketing your phone. “which way are you going?”
izuku is fidgeting with the hem of his jacket, eyes not quite meeting yours. “i…actually i was thinking i could w-walk you home? it’s pretty late and—”
“of course you can, you’re very kind,” your gaze softens. “i’m this way.”
he might’ve gotten taller, shoulders broader, even more handsome…no, that’s not where you wanted your thoughts to go. what you meant to say is that, despite everything, it’s still him. the awkward, slightly dorky, and sweet boy you’d fallen in love with.
“oh, what a coincidence, me too!”
as he falls into step next to you, you look up at him. “good to know we live close to each other,” you hum happily. “we’ll have more chances to meet up.”
“mhm!” he grinned back.
the silence between you is filled by crickets, the occasional passing car, a baby’s cry coming out of the open window of an apartment. being so close to him in such a casual way after all these years was…weird, to say the least. so familiar yet so foreign all at once.
and perhaps his face wasn’t showing it, but you were sure izuku was feeling the same way. back too straight, a subtle movement in his jaw like he was chewing the inside of his cheek. to think you still remember how every inch of your body used to fit against every inch of his, yet now you’re keeping a foot of distance between you as you walk.
it’s ridiculous.
it wouldn’t be like this if you never left.
after silently passing by building after building, you finally recognize the one you’re staying in, footsteps coming to a halt. “alright, this is me,” you announce.
izuku’s eyes move between you and the apartment complex in a few rapid saccades, mouth opening and closing a couple times as his eyebrows knit. “you…moved here?”
you tilt your head, curious, and honestly, a bit concerned too. “i-i did, yeah. why? is it haunted? is it a bad place?”
“gosh i hope it’s not haunted…i live here.”
your jaw unhinges, falling open in utter disbelief. “you’re joking, right?” you whip around, running up the three steps leading to the front door to check the tiny nameplates next to the doorbells. eyes finally landing on ”midoriya”. you gasp, “we’re literally neighbors!”
you hear him laugh behind you, a hand clutched over his stomach. “hey, what’s so funny?” you pout. “nothing, nothing,” he shakes his head. “that was cute, that’s all.”
heat blooms beneath your skin, and you still for a moment. after a beat too long of silence, izuku also realizes what he’s said, hand finding the nape of his neck to rub as he chuckles timidly.
“i…sorry, uh…let’s get inside shall we?”
the heat is definitely less aggressive inside the lobby, motion-activated led lights flickering to life the moment you step in. it’s a decently good building, less than a decade old, built after the war. you turn your head to the mail boxes lines up on the wall to your right, but as expected, yours is empty.
izuku has already gone ahead and pressed the button to call for the elevator. once you’re both inside, his finger hovers over the numbered dials. “what floor are you on?”
you slot yourself beside him, pressing your back to the cold, metal wall. “fourth floor,” you sigh, enjoying the refreshing sensation against your heated skin. he presses down on the button labeled “4” only once, but you don’t notice, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
you open them again at the faint ding! that signals you’ve reached your floor. when the doors open and izuku also walks out, you turn to him. “there’s no need to walk me to my door, i know the way,” you joke with an awkward giggle. “oh i know you’re a big girl,” he teases back. “but i guess we live closer than either of us expected.”
what. the fuck.
“this is actually insane,” you gasp, voice hushed as to not disturb the people living in the other apartments, who were all most likely sleeping at this hour. “i’ve been living here for weeks now, how come we’ve never run into each other?”
“i’m at UA almost all day, every day, even when i shouldn’t be,” izuku admits meekly, rubbing the back of his neck. “paperwork, grading…hero work related stuff, too.” when you tilt your head in a silent question, he shakes his head. “long story.”
“wow, what are the odds we would actually find ourselves living only a few doors away from each other?” you murmur, still in disbelief. your footsteps fall in sync, soft against the carpeted floor of the long hallway.
then, a form takes shape in your mind. it had been simmering at the very back since getting off the train, then became more and more impossible to ignore the moment you walked into the building. you hear izuku take in a small breath to say something, but you know that if you don’t speak now, you’re gonna end up not sleeping the whole night, tossing and turning in bed while mentally scolding yourself for being such an idiot to waste an opportunity like this.
“would you like to come in for some tea?” the words come out too fast they almost stumble over each other on your tongue, eyes downcast to the floor, fingers torturing the hem of your short-sleeved blouse. you brace yourself for the rejection, somehow a much more welcome outcome than the regret of not asking.
“i would love to.”
your head snaps up to a soft smile gracing his face, the scar tissue on his cheek creasing slightly. you can’t help the tug on your own lips, relief flooding your tight chest. you keep walking down the hall, hand reaching into your bag for the keys, but you stop before sliding it into the front door lock.
“humor me for a second,” you look over your shoulder. “which one is yours?”
izuku chuckles, raising a thumb to point behind his back. “oh, you’re shitting me!” you’re shaking your head.
“well, since i’m right here, i’ll just drop my backpack inside and be right with you, okay?”
you hum, turning the key into the lock and opening the door. you leave it cracked open for izuku to come in, kicking off your shoes and sighing in relief in the meantime. after having your feet constricted for so many hours, the wooden floorboards are a welcome feeling.
“can i come in?” izuku slips inside a couple minutes later, wearing his house slippers. you’re already in the kitchen, kettle on, measuring loose tea leaves into a strainer. “yup, come on in,” you chirp back. “it’ll be just a little longer. oh, and don’t mind the mess, please. still finishing up the last things around the place.”
“it’s hardly a mess,” he reassures gently, voice growing closer as he takes a seat at the small dining table. “it looks really nice. really…you, i’d say.”
you look over your shoulder, and seeing him just sitting there so comfortably is…a nice sight. something you wouldn’t mind coming home to every day.
stop yourself. right now. you scold yourself mentally, immediately pushing the thought to the side. he only came over for tea, don’t get ahead of yourself.
it’s a few more minutes until you’re sitting across from him, warm mug in hand, blowing the steam that billows up from the dark amber liquid. izuku’s posture is stiffer than before, hands clutched in his lap, shoulders looking constricted in his suit jacket.
“izuku…are you alright?” you ask, tentative and soft. “i-is something wrong? did i—”
“n-no!” he’s quick to answer. “gosh, sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong. i guess, i just got lost in my thoughts.”
his hands reach for the mug in front of him, lift it like he’s gonna bring it to his lips, then put it down again with a sigh. “i was too focused on trying to find the right words, but there’s no right way to say that i’ve missed you.”
you almost spill scalding hot tea all over yourself, hands going lax around the ceramic for a fraction of a second. you manage to place it on the table, albeit shaky. izuku is watching you with wide eyes, worry so evident on his face you think he might faint.
“i’m so sorry! shit, i knew i shouldn’t—”
“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you too, izuku.”
you say it with such a tiny voice he almost misses it. almost. you see all the tension he had been storing in his muscles dissolve in an instant, eyebrows knitting what looked like pain. or longing. “every day,” he breathes out. like it’s hurting him. “i’ve spent every single day missing you, wishing i could tell you about my achievements and know about yours. i know we weren’t together for that long but, fuck—” he dips his head down, rubbing both his hands over his face.
while he still has his eyes closed you stand up, silently circling the table until you’re right in front of him. your fingers find his, gentle and cautious. he looks up at you, and your heart skips a beat, his gaze so full of adoration it startles you, but you still manage to find your words.
“i haven’t stopped thinking about you either,” you admit meekly. “when i left, no matter where i stayed, no place ever felt like home. neither did this apartment when i came back. but when i saw you just on the other side of the room earlier…i felt it. home.”
his breath hitches, pupils dilating until they almost eclipse the beautiful emerald of his irises with utmost, undivided devotion. slowly, oh so slowly, he brings your wrist to his lips to press a kiss. then another, this time a little higher. and then another, and another, climbing up your forearm as he starts rising to his feet.
you can only watch him, rapt, unsure if you’re even breathing at his point because all you can feel is him, him, him. his nose is pressed against your bare skin, inhaling your scent, reverent and desperate, like he can’t believe he’s finally getting to taste - or smell - you after all these years.
his fingers untangle from yours when his lips reach your shoulder. he’s standing straight now, hands coming up to cradle your face as he locks eyes with you. neither of you say anything, both unsure how to do this, if it’s okay to do this.
but you can only wait so long.
taking his yellow tie in your fist, you tug with purpose, until his lips crash into yours.
home. this is exactly what it feels like.
you both moan, completely melting into each other. memories flood the front of your brain in a rush, the countless times you had him just like this - even if he was a couple inches shorter - make your chest ache, a sob bubbling in your throat, threatening to choke you.
and izuku is just as ruined as you, hands flying down your body and committing every curve to memory. but no matter how different, you still fit so perfectly against him. you, you, you. and he’d missed you so fucking much.
you’re still holding his tie, keeping him close, fingers finding his soft curls and tugging, enough to draw out a pathetic, needy sigh. the sound shoots straight between your legs. his tongue pushes past the seams of your lips as he finds firm purchase of your waist, pressing your chest into his like he’s trying to get you to fuse into him— he would totally try to do that if he found a way.
“izuku,” you whine quietly into the kiss. “please…”
you don’t have to say anything else. he’s spinning you around, walking you backwards until the back of your thighs bumps into the counter. he finally pulls back, giving you both a chance to breathe, only to start shedding his suit jacket and letting it fall to the floor.
“d-don’t you maybe want to go to the bedroom—”
“no time for that,” he breathes out, shaking his head. “i need to taste you now, or i might die.”
“oh,” you gasp, pleasantly surprised, and incredibly turned on by the way his voice dropped a significant amount of octaves when he said that. so you complain no further.
he makes quick work of your pants, helping you shimmy out of them as he drops to his knees. once they’re out of the way, you think he’s gonna do the same with your panties. except he doesn’t. his palms slide up the sides of your legs, kissing up one of your thighs until he buries his face into your clothed cunt.
“izuku!” you half-croak, half-moan, heat erupting beneath your skin at the sudden, lewd gesture. “turn around,” he orders with a low murmur, nose lining the seam of your cotton panties. “turn around f’me, please.”
you gulp, but obey nonetheless. the edge of the counter presses into your lower stomach, both elbows coming to rest on the cold granite. you feel izuku’s head nuzzle the underside of your ass. “leg up, want to see you.”
you try not to think about how embarrassing it is, the thought worrying you for all of two seconds because you need him. bad. now. you hoist your leg up, knee right next to your arm. “thereeee she is,” izuku groans happily, thumbs spreading your pussylips through the fabric before the flat of his tongue licks a loooong stripe, from clit to hole.
”fuck!” you sob, hips involuntarily jerking back into his touch. izuku chuckles, fucking chuckles, the sound husky in the back of his throat. “gonna make you feel good…have to make it up to my girl…”
you’re not sure who he’s talking to exactly - you, or your pussy - but you’re unable to entertain the thought for much longer because he repeats the same agonizing move, like he’s trying to make out with the cotton. your head dips forward, another moan wrenched out of you.
his thumbs are keeping you spread open, the damp patch on the fabric turning soppy when he pwahs! a fat wad of spit on it. when exactly did izuku midoriya become this filthy!? the man that had his head between your thighs now was nothing like the nervous nineteen year-old who panicked because he’d forgotten how to put on a condom. it was like having your first time with him all over again.
cold air hits your bare pussy when he finally moves your panties to the side, glistening slick following the cotton with a string that he’s quick to greedily lap at, before his tongue is drawing hearts against your clit— or maybe you’ve already lost your mind and you’re imagining it.
“izuku…izuku - ah - fuck—” you’re reaching behind you to find soft tufts of hair and tugging, pressing his mouth even further into your core. he moans, the vibration spreading to your lower belly, where heat was coiling tighter and tighter.
his finger traces the side of your folds, then circles around your entrance, collecting enough sap to make the slide easier before slipping inside, a second digit following suit. you keen, the leg you’re keeping on the counter trembling from the strain and the imminent orgasm that’s gonna crash over you.
“oh ‘m close,” you heave. “i-izuku…izuku ‘m gonna—”
fingertips curl at the perfect moment to brush against your soft spot, and you’re a goner. you cum, loud and hard, biting into your forearm to save yourself a noise complaint, shaking as you come undone. izuku doesn’t pull back until he’s sure he’s made you ride it out, drawing out your orgasm to make it longer and more intense.
you collapse with your chest against the counter, and you feel him gently helping your leg back to the ground, kissing the skin and murmuring sweet nothings that barely reach your ears, every sound muffled in the aftermath.
“hey, still with me?” you don’t even notice he’s come back up on his feet, turning your face against the granite to look at him. his face is a mess— hair tousled, pearlescent juices coating him from nose to chin, yet he’s still sporting the cutest, goofiest grin ever.
“yeah…yeah i think so,” you hum, still not quite out of your daze. he leans forward, until his nose is touching yours, and he’s close enough for you to almost taste yourself on him. “we can take this to the bedroom, then.”
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the suit didn’t do him justice. because when the fuck had he gotten so built!?
standing in front of you on the bed, shirtless, chest covered in scars - you still remembered where each one of them was positioned - and currently unbuckling his belt.
you were naked now, sitting back on your haunches on the mattress, eyes fixed on the dark patch of precum on his boxers, his erection throbbing and leaking. when he hooks his thumbs into the waistband, you stop him. “wait, let me do it.”
you reach over, and izuku lets you guide him forwards. “can i say i’m a bit nervous?” he whispers, breath slightly uneven. “it’s been so long since i—”
“are you seriously saying that after pulling that stunt in the kitchen?” your eyes widen, fingers stilling mid-motion through taking his underwear off. his cheeks grow one shade darker of pink.
“d-did you, did you like that or—”
“izuku, that was the best orgasm i’ve had in years!” you exclaim, still not believing that now he’s acting nervous. “you…have another best?” he asks tentatively.
now you’re the one that grows shy, averting his gaze. “the…the first one you gave me six years ago?”
his breath hitches, then he softens, a hand coming up to cup your jaw and guide you to face him again. “that was mine, too,” he murmurs. “and…every other one i’ve had with you after that.”
it went unsaid, that you both had experiences with other people during the years apart, but one thing was clear— all those other people paled compared to each other. be it because it was your first time, be it because you were both young and insanely horny, or…be it because you were still so hopelessly in love.
“izuku—”
but it’s like something in him switches, the same hunger that had mounted so ravenously in him earlier in the kitchen, because your back is suddenly pressed to the mattress, and he’s climbing on top of you, kicking off his boxers with haste.
his lips find yours, needy and with every intention to devour. his erection presses angrily against your inner thigh, your hips bucking up involuntarily, seeking any form of contact. the first brush of your bare core against his is maddening. the second? you think you might die if he doesn’t put his dick inside you within the next minute.
“please,” you whine, parted lips pressing messily against his. “izuku, i need—”
“yeah, yeah,” he pants back, forehead dropping to meet yours. he reaches down between your bodies, giving his cock a couple tugs before lining it up with your entrance. “tell me if i’m hurting you okay?” he checks in with you, voice shaky as his tip can already feel your wetness.
unable to wait any longer, your ankles lock around his waist and push. he bottoms out in one, fluid thrust. you both moan at the same time, his cock filling you up so deliciously, heavy balls flush against the plush of your ass. “oh fuck…fuck you feel so—”
“—good,” izuku finishes for you. his eyes are locked on where your bodies are meeting, and he moves his hips once, slowly, just to watch himself sink inside you again. you throw your head back with a whine, trying to muffle it by sinking your teeth into your bottom lip.
“ah…god, you feel perfect,” he buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the heated skin. his forearms rest on each side of your head for leverage, but his hips are still. “izuku, i need you to start moving, like, right now,” you plead, heels digging into his lower back.
your walls reiterate by fluttering around his cock, coaxing a moan from his lips. “yeah, let me just…” one of his palms finds the top of your head. “there, don’t want you to get hurt.”
get hurt? why would you get—
snap! his pelvis slaps against yours with a harsh thrust. then another. and another, until he’s set a merciless pace. it’s not too fast, giving him the time for his deliciously curved tip to brush against all the soft spots inside of you. and then you understand why the hand on your head, the force he’s driving himself into you with pushing you both to the edge of the bed, his knuckles taking the impact against the headboard.
your ah! ah! ah!s and the slapping of skin against skin fills the bedroom, izuku’s groans soon growing higher in pitch, until he’s just as much of a whimpering mess as you, louder when your fingers tug at his scalp.
“i love you,” he blurts out, his other going to your hips to keep you pinned to the mattress when your legs fall open, too weak to hold on around him. “i - ngh! - n-never stopped loving you and i-i can be good, so. good. i can give you what you want, a-anything. anything—”
“i love you too,” you heave, throat so parched your voice comes out weak. “s-so fucking much, izuku…”
he kisses you again, somehow more desperately, his tongue invading your mouth along with his spit, which you swallow greedily. his pace slows down to deeper, more intimate strokes, every inch of his cock dragging so sweetly against your walls, fluttering to suck him right back in whenever he threatens to pull out.
the tufts of hair at the base of his cock stimulate your clit just right with every thrust, your second orgasm of the night building up at an alarming speed. “close,” you moan into his mouth, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth to his.
“me too,” he pants. “gonna cum inside…fill you up, hm? mine, and full of me…”
“yes!” you cry out. “yes, please!” izuku’s hand trails down from your head to your cheek, then his middle and ring finger push past your lips. “can’t have you be too loud,” his voice drips with something filthy when he presses down on your tongue.
your eyes roll back into your skull as you cum. hard. you moan around his digits, cheeks hollowing as you suck them further into your mouth with each bated breath. izuku’s forehead presses against your collarbone as he teeters over the edge himself, cock pulsing, filling you up with his cum.
your name spills from his lips over and over again, like a prayer, staying buried inside you even after you’ve both come down from your high. when he takes his fingers out of your mouth is only to kiss you, sweet and slow, enjoying your closeness, your warmth.
it takes a while for you to actually come back down to planet earth, having dozed off somewhere between cuddling with izuku and giggling at something funny he’d said. you hear the water running in the bathroom first, followed by his footsteps when he comes to tell you he’s running you a bath.
he holds your back close to his chest once you’ve both in the tub, submerged in warm, bubbly water. your head lolls back against his shoulder, the perfect position for him to kiss the side of your face.
“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, like a secret. “pretty and perfect and…in my arms again. i thought i’d never get to have you like this again.” you smile, moving a curl away from his face. “yet here we are,” you hum.
“here we are,” he echoes. “and i’m not planning to let you go this time.”
┊┊a/n. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 2K KAMILINGS!!! it's an insane achievement and i'm just so so so happy and grateful for all the support there will never be enough words to express it to its full extent. it's only been a little over a month since hitting 1K and i can't believe how much i've grown in such a short time. i'm so thankful for you guys and i hope we'll keep growing together every day. i love you kamilings with all my heart <3 also take this fic as a deku bday fic since july 15th is around the corner lol
synopsis: you accidentally get added to the wrong class group chat during the start of the second semester (a class you aren’t even taking), but the people in it are weirdly entertaining so you decide to stay. what’s the worst that could happen?
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ chapter summary: you find yourself always around them now
content: smau, college!au, eventual poly!krbk x reader, reader has a name (we don’t use y/n in this house)
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