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pro player! sae itoshi x f! reader. inspired by mbappe so ooc lol.
sae itoshi despises social media with every fiber of his being. it’s too lukewarm for him. all his accounts are managed by some pr team that solely posts professionally shot photos of him and he only opens instagram for the following reasons:
to repost reels of his match highlights that re al’s social media team tags him in,
to reluctantly comment on shidou’s posts after receiving an absurd amount of threatening texts from him,
and to like your posts and stories within seconds of you uploading them.
the latter being the main reason he bothers to check the app.
you’ve been together since you were both awkward teenagers but sae is still adamant about keeping your relationship private. not because he’s ashamed — far from it — but because his fanbase is, for lack of a better word, unhinged.
they know he’s been in a relationship for years; he’s never denied it in interviews. what they don’t know is who he’s dating. and with how private the midfielder is, most fans had long since accepted that they’d never find out. but as fate would have it, they get their answer a few hours after re al wins the uefa champions league.
sae’s just gotten out of the shower, a towel slung low on his hips as he rummages through his bag for a fresh set of clothes.
“took you long enough” you sigh, you’ve been waiting for him on the king-sized bed — wearing nothing but his spare re al kit — for what feels like forever.
sae glances up, his usual detached expression softening for just a fraction of a second as his teal eyes sweep over you. he pads toward the bed, the carpet muffling his steps until he’s right in front of you, leaning over. his fingers brush against your collarbone as he traces the collar of the jersey.
“you’re wearing my kit again ?” he shakes his head fondly before saying, “it’s not even your size” he emphasizes his point by tugging gently at the sleeve hanging well past your elbow.
“it still looks better on me.” you grin as you look up at him.
“i think it looks better off you.” his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips and then he’s kissing you. veiny hand moving from the jersey to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place as he pours everything he felt during the match into your parted lips.
he barely pulls away, just enough to grab his phone from the nightstand without breaking the kiss completely. the screen illuminates his sharp features, casting a pale blue glow on his cheekbones as he opens the camera. he needs to commit this to memory, to capture this exact moment before he’s too lost in you to think straight.
there are few things sae itoshi loves more than taking pictures of you. he has thousands of them on his phone; candid shots of you sleeping, photos of you in his clothes, in your own, in nothing at all. on rare occasions he’ll post a picture or two on his close friends story. his way of showing you off without exposing you to his fans.
he doesn’t need to ask you to pose. you’re already turning onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows, and looking back at him over your shoulder. you reach back with one hand and point directly at the number ten between your shoulder blades. the soft click echoes in the hotel room as he captures the image. it’s perfect. you’re perfect. he’d be an idiot not to post it.
he’s quick, thumbs flying across the screen as he types out the caption, ‘the re al trophy’. he hits what he thinks is the right button to share this moment with his small, curated list: rin, his teammates, and shidou — who will undoubtedly send a tirade of messages saying he should be the one celebrating with sae instead of you. he tosses the phone onto the bed beside you, his attention immediately returning to more pressing matters. i.e. taking his jersey off you
he’s leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder when his phone vibrates. once. twice. then far too incessant for a close friends story. he breaks away with a frustrated groan, snatching his phone up. to his surprise and dismay, it’s not just shidou being shidou for once. but a tsunami of notifications from his official account.
his eyes widen as he opens instagram and sees it: the picture of you, in his kit, pointing at his number. posted to his public story, not close friends. thirty seconds ago. he scrambles to delete it even though he knows it’s already too late.
“shit” his thumb hovers uselessly over the screen as the notifications continue to pour in, each one a fresh wave of public exposure. the internet moves fast when it comes to sae itoshi.
you raise a brow, turning to look at him, “what’s wrong ?”
he doesn’t answer right away. his gaze is fixed on the ceiling, but you can tell he’s not actually looking at the ornate plaster. his jaw is tight, muscle ticking beneath his skin, and his eyes are clamped shut.
years of privacy, of sidestepping paparazzi and shutting down invasive questions, of keeping the person he loves safely beyond the reach of public scrutiny — all undone in less than thirty seconds.
he drops the phone onto the bed as if it’s burned him, running a hand through his damp maroon hair, “i posted it” he mutters dejectedly. and when you remain unfazed he adds, “publicly.”
you blink, processing his words. the indifferent look on your face, completely at odds with the panic etched onto his. “oh.” you say, your voice surprisingly calm. “well, that’s one way to do it.”
sae stares at you like you’ve just grown a second head. “that’s all you have to say ?” his voice is strained, “you’re not upset ?”
“why would i be ?” he lets out a sigh of relief, picking up his phone again. his pr manager’s name is flashing on the screen, but he ignores it. he clicks on the story a fan account’s tagged him in. they’ve already zoomed in on your face, trying to match you with old, blurry pictures from the stands. it won’t take them long to find your account. you reach out to still his frantic scrolling by placing a hand on his wrist. “are you upset, sae ?”
“obviously” he stops scrolling, his thumb frozen on the screen, but he can’t bring himself to look at you, “i’m very upset with myself.”
“why ?” you press gently, your thumb stroking the inside of his wrist.
“because i was careless” he admits, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. “and i would’ve preferred to do this properly.”
you shift, moving to kneel in front of him, your hands resting on his tense shoulders. you start to knead the tight muscles, feeling him gradually relax under your touch. “define ‘properly’”
he doesn’t answer right away. he leans into your touch, his head bowing slightly as you work out a particularly stubborn knot between his shoulder blades. “i don’t know . . . i just wanted it to be on our terms. when we were ready. not because i fumbled with my phone like an idiot.”
sae itoshi, who can slot a penalty past the world’s best keeper without so much as trembling, is freaking out over an accidental hard launch. you can’t help but laugh. it makes his shoulders, which were slowly relaxing under your touch, stiffen all over again.
“don’t laugh at me. it’s not funny,” he mutters, though there’s no real heat behind his words. “not in the slightest.”
“you’re right, it’s not funny, it’s adorable” you lean in and press a kiss that makes his frustration fade away to his lips.
deep down, beneath his initial panic, sae’s glad. he’s glad because he knows that once the world gets over the excitement of finally knowing who you are, he can finally show you off the way he’s always wanted to. he can finally hold your hand walking down the street, kiss you in the stands after a goal, and take you to those fancy award dinners he’s always avoided. the thought of it all makes his heart race. some mistakes are worth making.
your boyfriend always gets flustered when you kiss his neck
megumi is incredibly touch deprived, especially so around his neck and throat.
obviously, you love using that fact to your advantage.
and as much as he protests that he hates it, he and you both know that he loves it.
the other night, you two were laying in his bed as he went on a nerdy rant about pokemon. his arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, your head resting against his chest.
despite how much you love hearing him talk about subjects he was passionate about, you were growing a little bored of his chatter and decided to tease him a little.
you tilted your head up, pressing soft, slow kisses to the side of his neck, and the sensitive spots around his ear.
“so it’s- ah.. i mean, th-the water types and fire types- uh..” megumi stammers quietly, entire train of thought completely wrecked.
he feels you grin against his skin, amused with yourself. “quit it.” he mumbles.
you hum, innocently glancing up at him. “mm, sorry. what were you saying?” you ask, smiling sweetly.
“you don’t care.” he grumbles, not looking at you.
“don’t say that.” you lower your head to his neck again, gently mouthing at his soft skin.
he releases a soft, shaky breath, voice low and controlled. “… if you wanted me to pay attention to you, you coulda just said.”
you don’t reply, continuing to gently suck at his neck, trailing down to his collarbone. he shivers, bringing a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.
“feels good.” he murmurs, voice a low vibration in your ear.
you just smile, satisfied in knowing that your boyfriend would melt for you at such an easy touch.
♯ can’t stop thinking about bestfriend!megumi recording you riding a dildo because the two of you want to earn some extra cash, and he insisted this would be the quickest way to save up for that brand new pc you'd both been eyeing. you trust him, and besides, who are you to refuse your horny best friend? (twt link at the end!)
the lighting in megumi’s bedroom was dim, save for the harsh glow of his phone screen and a couple of desk lamps that cast long, flickering shadows across the floor. you were stripped bare, save for a pair of black nylon thigh highs that hugged your legs, digging slightly into your skin. you felt exposed, the cool air of the room hitting your damp skin as you straddled the thick, silicone dildo propped up on the carpet.
you were on your knees, leaning forward with your palms pressed flat against the floor for support. your back arched, creating a tempting curve that highlighted the contrast of the thigh highs against your skin and your cunt began to stretch wide as you slowly lowered your weight onto it.
megumi, on the other hand, sat just a few feet away, leaning back on his elbows, holding his phone steady to capture every angle of your vulnerability. he looked completely unfazed, though his dark eyes were tracking every twitch of your muscles. his dark, spikey hair fell over his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze and leaving half of his face veiled in shadow. it gave him an air of detached mystery, though the way he held his phone, steady and focused, showed he was paying very close attention to every detail.
"you’re hesitating," megumi remarked, his voice cool and flat. he shifted his position, the phone camera zooming in on the point where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "you know, if we're doing this for the money, you can't look like you're scared of it. you have to look like you’re enjoying it.”
"i’m not— i'm just.." you whimpered, your voice trailing off as you began to lift and drop your hips. the friction was intense, the girth of the toy hitting that soft spot with every downward thrust.
"just what? flustered?" he let out a small, petty huff of a laugh. "it’s just a piece of plastic, but you're reacting like it's the real thing. if you can't even handle this, how the fuck are you going to take my dick?"
your face flushed a deep crimson, the heat radiating from your cheeks down to your chest. you let out a flustered whine, shifting your hips to settle deeper onto the toy. "shut up, gumi! don't say stuff like that," you whimpered, though you didn't stop moving.
"why not? it's just a question," he muttered, adjusting the camera to get a closer shot of where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "put some effort into it. move your hips more."
"besides, im tryna give you motivation. now, lean forward more. arch your back. i wanna to see more of your ass while you ride it."
you groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. you began to bounce, the rhythmic slapslapslap of your thighs hitting the base of the toy filling the quiet room. you focused on the sensation, the way the dildo filled you completely, stretching you wide.
suddenly, you felt a large, warm hand wrap around your hip, pulling you firmly against him. you jumped, a small shriek escaping your lips as megumi reached out. he didn't stop recording with one hand, but with the other, he began to grope your ass, his fingers kneading your soft cheeks with a possessive grip.
"megumi!" you gasped, your rhythm faltering.
"stay focused," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. smack! he delivered a sharp, stinging slap to your right ass cheek, the sound echoing in the room.
the sting sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit. you let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, your hips picking up speed. you started riding the dildo frantically, your tits bouncing with every downward thrust.
"thaaat’s it," megumi whispered, his eyes narrowing a little as he watched your pussy grip the toy. he slapped your other cheek, harder this time, leaving a faint red mark. "look at you. so desperate for a little bit of attention. you look like a total slut for the camera."
"i— i'm not— mmmh! shit!" you were losing it, the combination of the stretching fullness and megumi’s touch pushing you over the edge.
as the orgasm hit, your internal muscles clamped down hard on the silicone. your body shuddered violently, and you let out a loud, broken cry, your voice echoing through the room.
"megumi— oh god, megumi!"
you collapsed onto your elbows, panting heavily, your pussy glistening and open, leaking clear fluids onto the floor. you stayed there for a moment, panting, your chest heaving as the aftershocks of the climax rolled through you. slowly, with a wet, suctioning sound, you slid off the dildo, your pussy glistening and open.
megumi didn't put the phone away, though. instead, he crawled forward, bringing the camera inches away from your dripping cunt, capturing the way your folds twitched and leaked.
"fuuuuck.. that's so hot," he breathed, his voice raspy. he looked up from the screen, the shadows of his hair still dancing across his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze was unmistakable. he didn't move to help you up, instead, he shifted his weight, the heavy bulge in his sweatpants brushing against your hip, reminding you exactly how hard he was.
"you look like a complete mess," he murmured, though his voice lacked any real judgment. it sounded more like a compliment. "absolutely drenched."
“yeah, well, i wonder why.. this better earn us quite the money, fushiguro.”
megumi let out a low, humming sound in his throat. "well, i don't think i can just sell this video. i might have to keep a copy for myself. now.. i think it's time i get what i want."
“you’re so greedy,” you giggled.
how he had you later that night.
i need a bf that cosplays so bad. ANYWAYS!! more bestfriend!megumi because WE #wantdat
⡴ gym teacher!sukuna has an embarrassingly known crush on school nurse!reader
lowkey wanna turn this into a full oneshot
if he heard one more twelve year old’s squeaky voice whispering to one another, saying he’s ‘got a crush on the school nurse’ he swears he’s gonna write up the whole grade.
god, it’s even worse when one of the eighth grade girls come up to him when he’s on lunch duty.
“mr., mr. ! did you know the nurse mentioned she likes tall guys when i went into her room for a tylenol !”
“what does that have to do with me ?” he grumbles, scrunching his face while the girl and her friend stare up at him.
“well everyone knows you like like her—”
“GO SIT DOWN!”
he swears the whole lunchroom conveniently goes quiet when he yells that as the girls squirm away back to their tables and start whispering around gossip.
and even worse than the girls that draw hearts around you and sukuna’s staff photos next to eachother in the main office, he’s got gojo. gojo, who ships you two and nags him like worse-than a middle school girl. gojo, who shoves you two together for any school event.
“what game do you have planned for tomorrow?” you ask, leaning over to whisper to sukuna as eighth grade awards are called for each subject, timing claps inbetween your words while names are called. you smirk, “how many kids am i gonna have sent my way next time?”
“just dodgeball.” he leans down to whisper flatly against your ear, still staring down a kid giggling in the seating rows of the auditorium and effectively getting him to stop with his gaze.
“your version of dodgeball is basically to the death, i might have to have paramedics in my room on standby.” you joke, turning to smile at him so sweetly. in his mind, this counts as him making you laugh and therefore counts as a win.
he chuckles lightly, just a quick huff of his chest, but essentially the hardest he can laugh if he’s not looking at a kid getting tackled in class. “these kids will toughen up eventually, i am just teaching them to do it early.”
“were you a weak kid that needed to toughen up? i can really only picture you as a big scary dude.”
“i was actually a severely malnourished child due to my mothers impoverished state during her pregnancy.“ he says, truly not realizing how solemn he sounds in his voice even as he means it as a light hearted jest.
you blink at him, face contorted in confusion and awkwardness. he wants to hit himself.
the only thing that saves him from not saying anything stupid again is the end of the assembly, marked by gojo yelling into a megaphone and for kids to round up by homeroom.
the following week he’s still embarrassed to even look you in the eyes. he’s mulling over how stupid he must’ve looked infront of you while sifting through the equipment closet.
he hears steps echo throughout the currently empty gym before he yells out.
“gojo i’m not covering your lunch break, fuck off—” he turns around to not see the usual suspect he finds during his free period. instead, he sees you, leaning against the door in scrubs and white coat clinging to your body. he stills in his motion.
you speak before he can (if he can speak at all in his embarrassed state).
“i understand the confusion, he bothers me all the time too.” you dismiss, smiling at him with your glossed lips he probably thinks about hourly. waitwaitwait, gojo talks to you all the time ? he’s going to kill that lanky fuck. “just wanted to drop these off for yuri in your next period.” you jostle around a pill bottle in your hand, “she can get fainty on gym days so give these to her just in case to help prevent that.” he knows it’s your job and all, but your concern is honestly kinda cute.
“uhh yeah i’ll be sure to.” he nods, right as you drop the bottle on top of a stack of rubber cones by the door before you walk out. and he would just like it to be known he definitely didn’t stare at your ass as you left.
and he typically makes it easier for himself to deny how down bad he is to you, but now, after you spent a week of saved up sick days out last week, he’s kind of craving your voice. so who can blame him when he calls his 6th grade nephew into his office while he’s supposed to be at lunch.
“look, kid. i’m going to need you to do something, and i’m gonna need you to not be annoying about it, kay?”
yuji furrows his brows, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.
“you,” he gestures to his nephew, “are going to act like you collapsed and let me bring you up to the school nurse. you are then going to be quiet when i talk to her.”
“is it cause you have a crush on her—”
sukuna tenses before cutting him off.
“do a good job acting and i will consider buying you that human earthworm blu-ray. do you hear me, brat?”
yuji’s eyes light up at the mention of the dvd.
“is this impression good enough then?” yuji leans and clutches at his side in fake fatigue while moaning dramatically for help, then immediately straightens up with a smile like he’s waiting for a rating. sukuna shakes his head and genuinely wonders how he’s related to this—in sukuna’s words— pea brained doofus.
he dials your number on his offices phone, sitting tense in his chair while he shh’s yuji. yuji nods and salutes as sukuna continues to roll his eyes.
yuji could’ve sworn he saw him smile when you pick up. he continues to watch sukuna fiddle with the curled wire of the phone as he explains yuji’s apparently dire situation. he can just barely hear the muffled sound of you saying ‘just bring him up and i’ll check him out.” over the speaker of the phone before sukuna hangs up and fixes his hair.
sukuna walks out the door and desperately tries to ignore yuji’s terrible post fainting impression behind him as his nephew follows his step to your room.
just before they step into your room he whispers to yuji as he leans over.
“if you can bring up me being single i’ll take you out for ice cream, brat.”
I alr commented but im gonna request to be more specific. It’s really similar, butt basically one where the backstory is Megumi and y/n are dating and they met on a mission bc there were no other sorcerers available. But no one knows they’re together and they all find out different times, and everyone thinks they’re both perfect for each other bc they’re both so reserved and mysterious.
five times Megumi Fushiguro’s friends and family found out he had a girlfriend, and the one time he told them willingly
tags: ooc (?), fluff/crack, fem!reader, reader is a kyoto student, nonchalant!reader (kind of), mentions of violence, kyoto goodwill event, cussing, reader’s parent was a jujutsu sorcerer, reader’s parents are deceased, implied special grade!reader, brief mention of suicide (Megumi..)
Megumi Fushiguro never shared anything about himself. His friends didn’t even know he had a sister, why would they know that he was hiding a girlfriend 300 miles across the country?
In Megumi’s defense, he didn’t feel the need to share this information. It was his life, so it was his business. His life was in fact, none of their business.
The first time anyone found out you two were dating was after you completed one of your joint missions together. It was one of many, of course, so your routine was simple. Practiced even. Meet up, complete the mission, then he’d wait until you were safe on your train back to kyoto, then he’d allow himself to make his way back to Tokyo.
Unfortunately for Megumi, a little somebody was waiting for him at the train station that very day. That little somebody just so happened to be his annoying ass parental guardian.
Despite his tough exterior, Megumi was actually a clingy and affectionate person. He loved like a dog, snappy with anyone else, soft around the edges just for you.
Your bag was set at your feet. He had his arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders, cheek pressed against your [h/c] head of hair. He was squeezing you so hard it was like he was afraid you’d disappear the moment he let go.
You slapped his arm lightly. “Megumi Fushiguro, I’m gonna miss my train if you don’t let me go this instant.”
He huffed. “Fine then. Miss your train.”
Selfish bastard. He was only doing this so he could spend more time with you. He’d rather die than go home before knowing you were safe.
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head. “I’m gonna miss you..”
“You’re gonna see me in a week. The goodwill event is back at your campus this year.”
“A week is too long..” Sometimes you wondered if you were dating a jujutsu sorcerer, or a clingy baby. You shot him a rare smile, and he felt his cheeks heat up almost instantly. He almost murmured ‘pretty’ out loud.
Your cute moment was cut off when a loud voice called out Megumi’s name, drawing attention from literally everyone. Megumi groaned at the familiar voice. He wanted to jump in front of a moving train right then and there.
“MEGUMIIIIIIII!!!”
You turn around to see a scarily tall white haired man waving at your boyfriend like a toddler. He appeared beside Megumi before you could blink.
Megumi raised an annoyed brow. “Gojo-sensei.. what are you doing here?”
“I was passing by, so of course i had to pick up my favourite student!” Gojo grinned before mumbling something to Megumi about ‘not telling Yuta he said that’. Gojo’s attention eventually shifted towards you. His gaze trailed down to your hand, fingers intertwined with Megumi’s.
His eyes flickered back and forth between you two.
He raised a finger. “Is this..?” Gojo knew you were a sorcerer. He kept track of all of Megumi’s missions, and his adoptive son certainly did not have a solo mission today.
There was a beat of awkward silence. Megumi watched as the gears in Gojo’s head slowly clicked into place. It was hard to miss, because the moment it did, he exploded and-
“MY MEGUMI HAS A GIRLFRIEND??” Gojo shrieked, making Megumi physically wince.
Gojo went on an entire ramble about how Megumi never told his dear old dad anything and how proud of his son he was. Megumi clicked his tongue way too loud when Gojo got to the part about giving him ‘the talk’.
Gojo looked to you standing beside a fuming, red-faced Megumi, blinking.
“You’re [l/n]’s kid, aren’t you?”
You didn’t know how he knew that. You knew you came from a family of famous sorcerer’s, but your parents died so early on in your life even you didn’t know what they looked like.
“No wonder Megumi calls you ‘the creepy adult’ who follow him and his two friends around whenever they hang out.”
“He calls me what now?”
The second time somebody found out you two were a thing was a week later at Tokyo jujutsu high.
All you wanted to do was take a goddamn nap, but nooo, all your classmates were goddamn brutes. Todo was a smart person, but sometimes you wondered if he traded his brain for his muscles.
Your eyes snapped open at the loud bang from across campus. You sat up and yawned, and the sound of buildings crashing down hit you instantly. What a drag. You didn’t need to walk far to find the source of the noise. You had to rub your eyes to fully process the fight going on.
“I was just being nice, and you’re acting all high-and-mighty. Since you said that..”
“Then I’ll do it.”
Megumi raised his fists. Goddamit Fushiguro. Always pulling drastic measures for situations that didn’t call for it.
Todo and Megumi froze. At first they thought it was just the chill that was sent down their spines when Megumi tried to summon Mahoraga, but they were wrong.
It was just you. The presence of your high-pressure cursed energy was enough to halt their steps.
“Are you guys done?” You strolled to where Megumi was on the ground. “Todo, save that energy for the battlefield, alright? We don’t want you snapping a hip.”
Todo was about to open his mouth to protest, before he was cut off by a scene straight out of one of those sappy romance dramas.
He watched you, the least touchy person he’s ever met (so untouchy that you flipped people over your shoulder the moment they got too close), crouch down beside Megumi to brush his blood stained hair out of his eyes.
“You look like shit, Fushiguro.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
At this point, Todo didn’t even recognize you. It was like you did a complete 180° just for this first year student. You wiped the blood of his face carefully, concerned look in your eyes.
“Does it hurt?” You bit the inside of your cheek as you ran your thumb across his forehead. Megumi just shook his head. It always seemed like his face would go all red when you got close.
“I hate it when you always try to solve your problems with that stupid suicide god..” Megumi studied your expression. He hated being a burden, but he hated making you upset even more.
“Sorry, [n/n].”
“[Name]! Why are you wiping blood off the person we’re going to be fighting in a few days?”
You didn’t take your eyes off Megumi. “I’m sorry I don’t want my boyfriend to look uncivilized at a joint school event.”
Todo grabbed the back of your uniform and you let out a tiny passive ‘ow’ before getting your ears yelled off. “BOYFRIEND? DOES MAI KNOW? WHY DON’T I KNOW?”
The questions just kept coming. He started dragging you away to look for your other classmates. You gave Megumi one last shrug and a tiny wave, leaving him there on the floor. Megumi watched you disappear into the distance as you were dragged further across campus.
Megumi sat there, hand over his mouth as he fought back a smile, but he ended up grinning like an idiot anyways. Good thing no one was watching him.
The third time, Megumi just dropped it like a bomb. Maki and Toge were searching for Megumi so they could talk strategy for the goodwill event. He was usually awake around this time, so it was weird that he was nowhere to be seen. They made their way to his room, with Maki starting to bang on his door with her fists.
Megumi may just be the lightest sleeper on the planet, his nightmares certainly didn’t help with that factor either. One time Yuji was trying to sneak back into his own dorm past curfew, and he let out the tiniest sneeze that sounded more like a squeak than anything. He woke Megumi up, and his best friend threatened to- let me check my notes here.. “smoke his shit”.
“Fushiguro! Open this door right now!” Maki hollered. Toge backed up a few paces. He did not want to be caught between an angry Maki and a grumpy Megumi.
Maki didn’t wait any longer. She just slid open his door so hard it hit the wall. “Fushiguro, what the hell did I say? Get your ass out here or-”
“I’m up, I’m up, okay?” Megumi threw his arms over his eyes, sleepy, morning voice startling Toge and Maki.
“You’re never late, what’s gotten into y-?” Maki trailed off as a second figure sat up in his bed. You ran a hand over your face before turning to the two standing at the door.
“Hey guys.”
“Mustard leaf..?” Toge stood there, absolutely flabbergasted. I mean, who wouldn’t be shocked if you went into your own friend’s room and saw a whole other person sit up in their bed.
“Before you ask, yes we’re dating.” Megumi just flipped onto his stomach, away from the intruders standing at his bedroom door.
“What- huh?- how? How did you two even meet? You literally live halfway across the country from each other!” This is why
“Uh.. remember when I went on that mission in Yokohama?”
“.. yes?”
“The higher ups didn’t trust me to exorcise a special grade curse on my own without coming back half dead, so they sent backup for me. [Name] over here was the only one available.”
“If I knew it was Fushiguro I wouldn’t have gone.”
“Hey.”
The fourth time came so abruptly your friends almost didn’t catch it. You were so closed off at times Mai would call you a turtle, even learning your date of birth was a miracle to them.
You, Miwa and Mai were passing by the Tokyo campus’s training field. You spotted Megumi and paused to stare for a second. It was just a quick glance to see how he was doing, nothing more.
But Miwa and Mai caught you red handed.
“Who are you staring at, [n/n]?” Miwa peered over your shoulder. Before you could mutter the word ‘nobody’, Miwa was already in the midst of following your line of sight towards the field.
“Oh my god, are you staring at Fushiguro?” Mai cackled, and you felt your face grow hot. Somehow, you were able to compose yourself in a matter of seconds. You went back to your stoic facade, face going cold once more.
You rolled your eyes. “I am not staring at Fushiguro. All the Tokyo students are there. I’m judging them.”
“You judge literally everybody, and there is no way in hell that’s your judging people face!” Miwa giggled. “Awww.. don’t tell us that our little [n/n] has a crush on the bad boy!”
“It fits, right? Just imagine it, the two of you hating everybody together, but then deep down, you guys are all soft and care for each other with your whole hearts..” Mai nudged you with her elbow playfully.
“Are guys seriously writing fanfiction about me and my boyfriend right now?” You huffed.
“No but I totally ship it. Everyone says opposites attract, but I honestly disagree. Megumi wouldn’t be able to deal with someone much louder than him, so him falling in love with someone who’s just as moody and broody him is perfect, no?” Miwa beamed.
“Miwa’s right, [n/n]. With all due respect, you’re basically just the genderbent version of-”
Record scratch.
She backed up. “[Name].”
“Yes?”
“Did you just say boyfriend?”
“Yeah.”
Mai linked her arm through yours. “What? You’re dating fushiguro? Since when?”
You sucked in a breath before answering. You and Megumi actually kept your relationship on the down low quite well. It didn’t take much effort though, because all your friends thought you two were so anti-social, that you’d never be able to get into a relationship anyways.
“… we’ve been dating for a year.”
“WHAT??”
Miwa and Mai started interrogating you aggressively. You weren’t listening though. Every word went through one ear and right out the other. You looked right past them back onto the training field.
Maybe you were staring. Just a little.
The fifth time someone found out you were dating was completely on accident. Maki was on a FaceTime call with Yuta, and she ran off somewhere. She decided to shove her phone into the arms of the closest person without a second thought. Megumi yelled something about how she shouldn’t trust people with her unlocked phone, but she was already too far away to hear.
“Hey Fushiguro!” Yuta Okkotsu’s voice rang through the phone speaker. “How have you been doing?”
“I’m doing.. im doing just fine.” Megumi hated small talk. If this was his own phone, he would’ve cut the call right then and there without a second thought. But of course, everyone at Tokyo jujutsu high knew not to ruin Maki’s weekly FaceTime calls with Okkotsu. All Megumi could do was stand there awkwardly like a toddler who pissed his pants after a nightmare.
Megumi’s ears perked up when he heard someone’s footsteps. He was fully ready to drop Maki’s phone and fight the mystery person. “Who’s there?”
“Calm your tits, Megumi. It’s just me.”
You rounded the corner verrry smugly, enticing a scoff out of the dark haired boy. Despite the fact he was acting irritated, you caught him fighting back a smile.
Megumi sort of forgot that he was still holding up the phone, and Yuta was still on the other end. Yuta was supposed to be training, but watching this entire interaction go down was way more entertaining.
You walked into frame, staring up at Megumi. You two were only ever acted like this in private, well- as much privacy you two could get as jujutsu sorcerers.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you love me..”
You socked his shoulder playfully. (your version of ‘socking him playfully’ almost send him tumbling to the ground) “And what if I do love you, Fushiguro? What are you gonna do about it?”
He didn’t get to answer. You patted his cheek, pecking him temple like he was made of glass. “I’ll see you on the battlefield, okay?”
“I’ll beat your ass.”
“I’d like to see you try. You love me too much.”
Megumi’s eyes never left you as you walked off. He let out a dazed, love-struck sigh. An awkward cough violently dragged him out of his thoughts. He looked down, and he finally realized he was holding the phone up the entire time.
“Was I interrupting something?”
“How long.. have you been watching?” Megumi squeaked, body going fully rigid. He was gripping the phone so hard his knuckles were beginning to turn a ghostly white.
Yuta had a hand over his mouth, chuckling. “So.. [l/n], huh?”
“Shut up! Why the hell are you still here?”
The one time he did tell anyone? It was only cause he was pressured into doing so. Talk about peer pressure, am I right? Megumi didn’t know why he was friends with Nobara and Yuji anymore. All they brought to the table was pissing him the hell off. (he’s a liar. he loves his friends.)
Nobara and Yuji had been watching him closely ever since the spirit bash race. The three of them were together, and they just so happened to run into you.
The only thing you had to do to make Megumi back off was tilt your head and flash your pretty smile. Nobara and Yuji watched as their best friend’s eye twitched, then blurted nervously that they shouldn’t risk fighting you because you were ‘dangerous’. He bolted away from that part of the forest faster than the two of them could comprehend.
After the event, they burst into his dorm for answers. Their Megumi Fushiguro, incapacitated by a pretty girl breathing in his vicinity.
Nobara glared at him. “Alright, Fushiguro! Spill it! What’s been going on with you? You’ve been a lot more smiley lately, and saying your name in the same word as ‘smile’ is weird enough.”
“Yeah! You’ve been all warm and soft for hours.” Yuji started looking around the room. He didn’t get many chances to even take a peek at Megumi’s room. The last time he did, Megumi slammed the door closed while Yuji was still standing in the door frame.
It took them a full minute to finally realize Megumi wasn’t in his uniform. He was already halfway out the door, putting on his shoes when they noticed him.
“Hey! Where are you going dressing all fancy? We just spent the entire day fighting. Don’t tell me you’re going on another snack run for gojo-sensei.” Nobara placed her hands on her hips as Yuji attempted to mess up Megumi’s tamed hair.
“I’m going on a date with my girlfriend.” Megumi tied the final loop of his shoelaces. “If you guys follow me, I will kill you.”
What.
Yuji felt himself malfunction on the spot. “Huh.”
“My girlfriend.” He adjusted the cuff of his white button up. “[Name]. I think you two talked to her once.”
His two friends grabbed his arms simultaneously, dragging him back into the room. Yuji was still processing the information, and Nobara was already yelling (like always) “[Name]? You’re dating the [Name]? Since when? How? Who confessed?”
“I was the one who confessed to her.” He admitted quietly. It was uncharacteristic of him. Megumi Fushiguro was the one who people had a crush on, not the other way around. He was Satoru Gojo’s son after all.
No one ever thought you two could actually pull anybody. Everyone around you believed that Megumi would probably end up living alone with 20 different pets to keep him company. Nobody would’ve thought the reserved Megumi Fushiguro would have the guts to confess to you out of all people. Who knew that you two would be the first ones to get into a relationship?
Still, they were happy for you. Despite how annoying they could all be, they were still your friends. They were way too nosy and way too interested in your relationship, but you knew it was only cause they cared.
Dealing with a bunch of annoying teenagers (and gojo) was probably the least of your problems as jujutsu sorcerers, anyways.
content . . ৎ → in which you get possessive over them and they secretly love seeing you claim them ☆
ft. vivien hugo, sae itoshi, michael kaiser, julien loki, and bunny iglesias ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
˚₊‧꒰ა VIVIEN HUGO
The little bell above the sweets shop chimed as the two of you stepped out into the cool evening.
A paper bag full of pastries swung from your wrist while Hugo casually walked beside you, one hand tucked into his pocket. Even after dessert, the ridiculously tall midfielder somehow looked composed enough to be walking into a press conference instead of down a crowded street.
"You've been smiling ever since we left the café," you pointed out, glancing up at him with a teasing grin. "Something must've put you in a really good mood."
"Hm."
You nudged his arm lightly. "Is it because you're spending the afternoon with me..."
You watched him pause, as if he were genuinely considering your question.
"...Or because you finally got your favorite éclair?"
"The éclair made me happy."
You frowned dramatically, narrowing your eyes at him.
"And what about me?"
He turned his head to look at you, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever.
"You made today worth remembering."
You stared at him for a moment before letting out a quiet, disbelieving laugh.
"...You really have a talent for saying the sweetest things with the most unreadable face possible, don't you?"
"So I've been told."
Before either of you could continue walking, a wave of hushed squeals erupted a few feet away.
"Oh my gosh—that's Vivian Hugo!"
"He's even taller in person!"
"And he's so much more handsome than on TV..."
The group huddled together, practically vibrating with excitement as they debated who would approach him first. And after a brief round of panicked whispering, one of the girls finally stepped forward, her friends hiding behind her as moral support.
"Excuse me, Mr. Hugo?" she asked, trying not to stumble over her words. "We're really huge fans! We watched all of your matches, and... um... would it be alright if we got a picture with you?"
Hugo nodded once.
"Of course."
The girls immediately erupted into delighted squeals.
"I told you he'd say yes!"
"Oh my gosh, look at him..."
One of the girls clasped her hands together before blurting out, "This is so embarrassing to ask, but... do you happen to have a girlfriend?"
Her friends immediately gasped.
"Oh my god!"
"I'm so sorry—we tried to stop her!"
"I just had to know! He's ridiculously handsome!"
Before Hugo could answer, you slipped in beside him wearing a look that was clearly meant to be intimidating. To Hugo, however, it looked more like a cat proudly guarding its favorite sunspot.
"Sorry, everyone." You gestured toward him with your free hand. "This absurdly tall guy with an unhealthy addiction to éclairs is already spoken for."
You smiled brightly.
"By yours truly."
The girls stared for a beat.
"...Oh."
"Oh my gosh."
"Wait, that's actually so cute."
One of them laughed sheepishly, nudging her friend.
"Girls, let's give them some space."
"Yeah, we already got our picture. Let's not interrupt their date."
"Sorry for bothering you two!"
With a chorus of embarrassed giggles and quick apologies, they waved goodbye before disappearing down the street.
Hugo let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "Oh là là... Do you have any idea what you looked like just now? You marched over, wrapped yourself around my arm, and looked at them like a cat proudly marking its territory."
You looked at him as though he'd just said the most ridiculous thing imaginable. "I was not marking my territory!”
"You looked incredibly pleased with yourself though. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were silently celebrating because you'd scared off the competition."
"...Well," you admitted after a brief pause, "they did leave. I'd call that a successful operation."
He studied your face for another second before quietly chuckling.
"...Come here."
Before you could ask why, both of his hands found your cheeks.
"V-Vivi! What are you doing?"
"I've been trying not to do this ever since you called me your absurdly tall sweet tooth."
"You can't just squish my cheeks because I embarrassed myself!"
"I'm doing it because you were adorable." Hugo said softly, finally letting go. "I just think you're unbearably cute whenever you get possessive over me."
You rubbed your warm cheeks, refusing to meet his eyes.
"...I'm never doing that again."
A quiet chuckle escaped him.
"I sincerely hope that's not true."
˚₊‧꒰ა SAE ITOSHI
The little bell above the teahouse door chimed as Sae stepped inside, his gaze briefly sweeping across the familiar wooden interior. For the first time in years...Nothing had changed.
The elderly shop owner looked up from behind the counter before her eyes widened in recognition.
"...Sae-chan?"
Sae gave a small nod.
"It's been a while."
"Oh, my goodness!" she exclaimed, hurrying around the counter with a bright smile. "Look at you! You used to come in here with your little brother after practice, and now you're all over television." She clasped her hands together, looking him over proudly. "You've grown into such a fine young man."
"I've gotten taller."
"You certainly have." She laughed before suddenly narrowing her eyes. "Now, tell me... are you married yet?"
"...No."
"Engaged?"
"No."
"A girlfriend, then?"
Sae sighed almost imperceptibly.
"...Why does every visit home turn into this conversation?"
"Because you're handsome!" she replied as though the answer were obvious. "If you don't have anyone, I know a lovely young lady whose mother comes here every Thursday. She's sweet, polite, and she's been asking if I'd ever met that football player from Kamakura—"
Before she could finish, you quietly stepped beside Sae, slipping your hand into his before intertwining your fingers.
You offered the shop owner a warm smile.
"I'm afraid your matchmaking services won't be needed today."
The elderly woman blinked.
"Oh?"
You glanced up at Sae before smiling just a little wider.
"This hometown celebrity has already been claimed."
The shop owner gasped, both hands flying to her cheeks.
"Oh! So that's why you came back looking so much happier!"
The shop owner disappeared into the kitchen with a cheerful hum, leaving the two of you by the counter.
A moment later, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.
"...Sae?"
He rested his chin lightly atop your head, his voice as calm as ever.
"Thank you. I was starting to think I'd have to sit through another round of matchmaking proposals."
You let out a soft laugh, relaxing against him.
"So that's why you let me interrupt? I was wondering why you looked so unbothered while I practically claimed you in front of her."
"I was hoping you'd do exactly that," he admitted without the slightest hint of embarrassment. "It's considerably more effective than rejecting every recommendation she has."
You tilted your head just enough to look back at him.
"So I'm your official anti-matchmaking strategy now?"
"The only one I need," Sae replied. "Besides... you looked rather cute getting possessive over me."
Your face immediately warmed.
"...Don't get used to it."
˚₊‧꒰ა MICHAEL KAISER
The bell above the bakery door chimed softly as you wandered past rows of freshly baked pastries, the warm scent of butter and sugar filling the air.
"I still can't believe this place is open," you murmured, eyeing the display case. "You talked about these rusks so much I was convinced they only existed in your memories."
Kaiser slipped his hands into his coat pockets, a smug smile tugging at his lips.
"I have excellent taste, Liebling. Some things simply survive the test of time."
Just then, one of the bakery employees approached carrying a tray of neatly cut sample pieces.
"Good afternoon!" she greeted warmly before her eyes landed on Kaiser. There was a brief pause.
"...Oh."
Recognition flickered across her face.
"You're Michael Kaiser, aren't you?"
"The one and only."
Her smile widened almost instantly.
"I knew it! Welcome back!" She laughed nervously before holding the tray toward him. "We're handing out samples of our new honey rusks today. Please, have one—it's on the house."
You waited beside him, expecting the employee to extend the tray your way after offering Kaiser a sample.
She didn't.
Instead, she lingered in front of him with an eager smile, her entire attention fixed on the famous footballer standing before her.
"I really hope you like it," she said. "It's one of our newest recipes, and we've been recommending it to everyone today."
You glanced from the tray to her, then back again.
...I guess I'm invisible.
The faint pout that settled on your face didn't escape Kaiser.
His eyes flickered toward you for the briefest moment before a knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He plucked a honey rusk from the tray, turned toward you without the slightest hesitation, and held it just beneath your lips.
"Open, Schatz."
You looked up at him, momentarily caught off guard.
"...You're feeding me?"
"I don't see anyone else I'd rather share it with."
Your cheeks warmed instantly. Aware of the employee still standing there, you hesitated for only a second before leaning in to take a bite. Kaiser watched with quiet satisfaction, then popped the remaining half into his own mouth as if the gesture required no explanation at all.
The employee blinked several times before an embarrassed laugh slipped past her lips.
"Oh... I'm so sorry." She pressed a hand to her forehead, mortified. "I completely misunderstood. I thought you were here alone—I didn't realize you two were together."
"It's alright," you replied with a reassuring smile as your hand naturally found Kaiser's forearm. "Don't take it personally. He has a habit of collecting attention wherever he goes."
The employee disappeared behind the counter with another apologetic smile, leaving the two of you alone beside the shelves lined with warm loaves and pastries.
No sooner had she walked away than Kaiser's arm found its way around your waist, drawing you effortlessly against his side. His shoulders gave the slightest shake as a quiet laugh escaped him.
"So..." He glanced down at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Were you genuinely jealous over a complimentary bakery sample, Liebling?"
You looked up at him with an offended gasp. "I wasn't jealous. I was simply wondering why I was standing there like decorative furniture while you were being treated to free food."
"Oh?" He arched a brow, the corners of his lips lifting. "Then why did you cling to my arm the second she realized we were together?"
"Because she looked embarrassed," you defended, trying your best to sound convincing. "I was helping her recover from the awkwardness."
"How noble of you." His thumb absentmindedly traced small circles against your waist. "And here I was thinking you were reminding everyone that I'm your boyfriend."
"You already know you're my boyfriend. Everyone else was just... receiving the same information."
A satisfied grin spread across his face as he leaned down to press a quick kiss against your temple.
"My beautiful, sweet Liebling..." His blue eyes met yours, sparkling with unmistakable amusement. "Getting jealous over a complimentary bakery sample... I do hope you realize you've just made my day."
˚₊‧꒰ა JULIEN LOKI
The morning air carried just enough of a chill to make jogging pleasant. Beside you, Julien matched your pace with effortless ease, his breathing so steady it was almost insulting.
"You know," you said between breaths, "I refuse to believe you're actually running."
He glanced over with a faint smile. "I am."
"You passed three cyclists in the last five minutes."
"They were going rather slowly."
"They were on bicycles, Julien."
"They'll recover."
You laughed, giving his arm a light bump as the two of you rounded the next corner.
Just then, a young woman stepped out of a nearby café with a cardboard tray balancing two coffees in one hand and a paper bag of pastries tucked beneath the other. She looked up at the same moment Julien noticed her, both of them reacting a fraction too late.
"Oh!"
Before the drinks could topple, Julien was already moving. He caught the sliding coffee with one hand, steadied the paper bag with the other, and instinctively reached for the woman's arm to keep her from stumbling.
"I'm terribly sorry," he said at once, releasing her as soon as she regained her footing. "Are you alright?"
The woman blinked up at him, still trying to process what had happened.
"...Julien Loki?"
A small chorus of delighted gasps came from the nearby bench.
The elderly ladies who had been chatting moments ago were now watching the scene unfold with unconcealed interest.
"Oh, look at that..."
"He caught her before she fell."
"Mon Dieu, it's just like one of those romance dramas."
The poor girl's face turned scarlet.
You could practically see the imaginary opening credits rolling.
Absolutely not.
Suppressing a laugh, you walked over and slipped comfortably beside Julien, your hand finding his forearm as naturally as if it belonged there.
"I'm so sorry about that," you said with an apologetic smile. "My boyfriend has this unfortunate habit of forgetting that normal people can't react as quickly as he can. He was only trying to save your coffee."
The woman looked from your hand resting on Julien's arm to his face before letting out an embarrassed laugh.
"Oh! I... I'm sorry. I completely misunderstood."
"No harm done," you assured her. "I'm just glad nothing spilled."
One of the grandmothers smiled knowingly.
"So that's the girlfriend."
"I was wondering when she'd make her entrance."
After another round of apologies and relieved laughter, the woman excused herself, leaving the two of you to continue your jog as though nothing had happened.
You barely made it half a block.
"Eh bien..." Julien's voice was soft with amusement. "You were very quick to clarify that I was your boyfriend."
You kept your eyes ahead, pretending the conversation didn't interest you.
"I was preventing a misunderstanding."
"Were you?" He glanced at you, a knowing smile forming. "Because you repeated it with such confidence, darling. Almost as if you wanted to make certain everyone heard."
"They were already deciding who you should marry."
Julien let out a quiet laugh, his fingers slipping between yours as you walked. "So you saved me from a future arranged by strangers?"
"Exactly."
"How fortunate I am, then." His smile grew. "Saved from an imaginary marriage by my very devoted girlfriend. I should probably thank you, non?"
As if on cue, he brought your joined hands closer, pressing a small, affectionate squeeze as the two of you continued along the path.
˚₊‧꒰ა BUNNY IGLESIAS
The cameras were still flashing when Bunny Iglesias stepped out of the stadium corridor, his lavender hair slightly messy from the match and his expression as calm as ever.
A few reporters gathered around him almost immediately.
It wasn't unusual. Bunny had become someone everyone wanted a piece of—the young Spanish forward who had taken the football world by storm, the New Generation World XI player everyone expected to become one of the faces of the sport.
But tonight, they weren't asking about his goals. They were asking about her.
"So, Bunny, there has been a lot of discussion online recently regarding the rumors about you and Valeria Cruz," one reporter said, raising his microphone. "Many fans believe the two of you are more than friends. Would you like to address those rumors?"
Bunny blinked once.
"Valeria Cruz?"
The reporter nodded. "Yes. The photos of you together have caused quite a reaction. People are saying she might be the person you're dating."
For a moment, Bunny simply stared. Then a small, almost amused smile appeared.
"People seem to be very good at creating stories."
The reporters laughed softly.
"So you're saying there is nothing between you?"
"I am saying that people often see two people standing near each other and decide they already know the entire story."
"And what is the real story?"
Bunny looked thoughtful, his fingers adjusting the sleeve of his jacket.
"The real story is that I played a football match today, and I am more interested in discussing that."
A few reporters smiled, but they clearly weren't ready to let the topic go.
"But you understand why fans are curious. You're one of Spain's biggest young stars. Everyone wants to know about your personal life."
"I understand," Bunny replied calmly. "But curiosity does not always mean people are correct."
Before another question could be asked, Bunny noticed you making your way through the crowd toward him, your expression calm but familiar enough for him to recognize your quiet determination.
You didn't interrupt the interview or draw attention to yourself; you simply reached him, took hold of his arm, and gently guided him away from the reporters. The sudden movement left the media team staring as the cameras quickly followed the two of you.
Bunny allowed himself to be pulled along without protest, a small smile forming as he looked down at you.
"I believe they have their answer now."
You looked back toward the reporters and the cameras, finally realizing the conclusion everyone had reached. The rumors, the speculation, the endless guesses about Bunny's supposed girlfriend—it was no longer a mystery.
Bunny, however, seemed far more entertained than bothered. He glanced at you as the two of you continued walking away from the crowd.
"You know, cariño, I think that was the fastest way anyone has ever ended one of my interviews."
"I didn't want to wait until they finished making assumptions."
A quiet laugh escaped him. "Ah, so that was the plan? Walk in, steal me away, and let everyone figure it out themselves?"
"It seemed easier."
Bunny nodded thoughtfully, a small smile appearing. "I have to admit, mi amor, I respect the confidence. Walking into a crowd of reporters like that was bold."
"You think I was brave?"
"Very." He looked amused. "I spend my life in front of cameras, and even I don't enjoy that many people staring at me."
"Then why are you smiling?"
"Because you looked completely serious while doing it." His smile widened slightly. "It was cute."
He stopped walking for a moment, gently taking your hand in his before lowering himself slightly until he was at your eye level. The teasing expression on his face faded into something warmer as he looked at you.
Then he turned your hand over and pressed a quiet kiss against your palm, holding it there for a brief moment.
18+ nsfw | best friend! suna takes pictures for your new OF
"i don't know.." you'e kneeling on the hardwood of suna's living room, clad in only a pair of thigh-high stockings and a black thong. you're completely topless, hence your arms instinctively fold over chest and wrap around yourself, protecting what little modesty you have left while also shielding your nipples from the cold draft in the room. "i'm not so sure this is the most effective way to make quick money. can't we just doordash like normal people?"
"bit late to back out now; i've already taken most of the pics." he mutters, knelt a few feet away from you. he's already captured a collection of photos while standing, with the camera angled down and you looking up dotingly. now he's on his knees as well, adjusting the lens as he peers at you through the viewfinder, one eye closed, "doordashing is too stressful, anyway. move your arms, need to get your tits in this shot." he says bluntly.
your cheeks heat up at his request; there's something obscene about your best friend asking you that so casually. "well, it's not up to you, dummy, since it's not photos of your ass that are going on the internet for old pervs to jerk over." you huff, actions contrasting your sharp words as you pliantly drop your arms to expose your tits to the camera, nipples pointed under the chilly air. you almost wince as the flash of his camera goes off, along with the shutter noise.
"oh, shit, your ass, i forgot about that. we should get some pics of that before i put the camera away." his eyes flickers with realisation, as he looks down and idly adjusts the settings. it's like he isn't even fully listening to what you have to say, but you've been friends with suna for long enough to know that he's purposefully trying to annoy you. hence, you narrow your eyes at him but refrain from immediately cursing him out. he probes further, "weren't you the one who was just talking about how badly she wants a new computer? eh?"
you duck your head slightly, hair falling in front of your face and you grimace, "yeah.." you whimper as there's another bright flash.
clicking through the photos he just took, a smirk tugs at his lips while he can feel erection aching in his sweats. he gulps and instructs. "cool. so do i. so get all on all fours." it comes out less commanding than he had hoped, yet you obey none the less. albeit, while grumbling and groaning about it.
"ugh.. can't believe you're pimping me out for a new keyboard." you remain on your knees but lean forward and set both of your forearms on the ground, shifting your weight onto them and leaving your ass in the air.
"yup. and you've got your tits out to buy a new pc, so who's worse?" it comes out as less of a question and more of an insult. suna stands up and looks down at you, ass up for him with a measly thong covering you up — most of your cheeks were exposed and the thin fabric molded to the shape of your damp folds, and the strip was so narrow that your lips threatened to escape with one wrong move. he licked his lips and tried to focus, snapping another picture.
"and you know," he remarks, "a custom pink build costs extra. so if you want one, you're gonna have to drop your panties too."
There is a faint mark on your back, fading traces that resemble tight grip of fingers.
It isn't rare for you to be littered in bites and bruises, Bakugou took pride in marking you up any way possible, but this wasn't his mark.
"So, you let your side piece mark you up too?" He huffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, grey sweats loose on his waist, cum-gutters peeking through the elastic, whore.
"Which one are you talking about?" You move around sluggishly, trying to find whatever mark he was taking about, twisting your torso in an awkward angle before giving up and going back to getting ready.
"So, multiple side pieces, un-fucking-believable!" He groaned, arm raising up to run a hand through his hairs, "at least tell me, I am your favourite." He pleaded, tilting his head, sighing dramatically.
You scowled, "You are like 4th on the list." The pair of pants you had chosen today, refused to co-operate, stuck at your thighs despite your constant struggles to pull them up.
"Huh?! 4th?!!" He exclaimed, in utter disbelief, watching you hop around, "You better tell what he is doing so I can up my rank." He walked over, yanking you close by your arm, before reaching for your waistband gently pulling your pants up, hands circling your waist to make sure it didn't get stuck at the back of your thighs.
You let him manhandle your body, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you lightly kiss his cheek, "He helps me dress up." Another kiss on his forehead. "Pulls my pants up for me." Another one on the tip of his nose. "Stares lovingly as I talk about my side pieces."
He grunted, zipping up your pants and pulling you closer, "Yeah." He mumbled against your lips, "Something tells me I might know this guy." Не pressed his lips against your jaw, hands tracing your body as he grabbed your shirt.
"Maybe." You slide your hands into the sleeves, letting him button up your shirt, "He is tall, blonde, and so utterly handsome." You moaned obnoxiously. "And he has a huge coc—"
"We can't have a cute moment, can we?" He sighed, letting go of your shirt buttons as he leaned his forehead against yours, "Your pant aren't too tight, are they?" He asked, eyes meeting your dumbfounded ones, "Ma can design you a perfect pai—"
You cut his words off, pressing your lips against his, swarm of butterflies erupting in your belly as you take in his words, "You considerate, caring asshole," You huffed pulling away from his lips, "you'll kill me someday."
He let out a breathy chuckle, cradling your jaw, pressing a kiss against your forehead, "Just trying to improve my rank, you know." He hummed, swaying slightly despite no music playing in the background, "Can't let your side pieces steal you away from me."
"It's a bruise by the way."
Bakugou hummed in question pulling away from you slightly.
"The mark you were looking at, bruise from sparring with Mina."
"Racoon eyes is your side pieces no.1?!!"
"Katsuki NO."
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a/n: reposting an older fic (that I deleted along with few other fics, last year when I was tweaking)
summary: your daughter has her dad bakugou all figured out! | just super fluffy and domestic.
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“papa, i know your secret!” announces your daughter to a very tired bakugou.
he tilts his head, trying to shake off the restlessness from patrol today.
“oh yeah, and what are my ‘secrets’ exactly princess?”
“you,” she says, booping his nose.
“have a crush on mama!” she finishes off, jumping up and down around him in excitement like she’s got her dad all figured out.
he stares at her for a second, then shakes his head and tries to fight the smile forming on his lips. he stabilises your daughter’s movements with his firm hands.
“you got me all figured out princess, you’re so smart,” he tells her, giving her all the positive affirmations so she grows confident like him.
“but don’t tell mama, okay?”
she gives him her pinky finger and nods seriously. bakugou instantly locks his pinky with hers, solidifying their pinky promise.
“i understand why you have a crush on her… even uncle deku broccoli hair blushes at mama!” states your daughter with the brightest smile, oblivious she’s triggered her father’s jealousy.
“broccoli hair? you’re just like your dad… giving everyone nicknames, and about this uncle deku blushing… how does he act around mama?”
“he just smiles and gasps every time she’s near…”
“right, right,” replies bakugou, playing around with your daughter while she hands him a toy tea cup to drink.
just then, you enter the room after your long relaxing shower. one look at you and bakugou has unintentionally fixed his posture and his hair.
your daughter comes closer to his ear, “papa, you’re being obvious, mama shouldn’t know…”
“what shouldn’t mama know?” you ask, offended at the fact that father and daughter are in on something.
“mama, you can’t tell anyone this, but papa has a crush on you!”
bakugou bursts out laughing and his contagious laugh makes you as well. you walk up to the two of them and their tea party, sitting on bakugou’s lap.
“thanks for telling me sweetheart, let’s hope papa never finds out i know!”
just then, your daughter giggles too and makes herself comfortable on your lap as well. bakugou hugs you two with both of his strong arms as you all enjoy every bit of this family bonding.
bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him
“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”
you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.
“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.
the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.
“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”
you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.
“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”
you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.
“what is that? what are you reading?”
still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”
then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”
you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.
“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.
nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.
“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”
he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”
“you’re not now! give it back!”
“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”
“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.
bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it.
“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pouts his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”
if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—
he stops pouting at you.
“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”
“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.”
you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.
he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.
“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.
“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”
“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”
“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”
“it’s so much better now!”
bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”
“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”
“three. his job is terrifying.”
bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.
“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”
“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”
“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”
“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”
bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”
“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend.
“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”
“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”
“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.
“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”
“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t.
you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”
he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”
“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”
“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”
you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”
bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.
then he looks down at you, looking up at him.
“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”
bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.
“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms.
bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”
you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”
“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.
“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.
he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.
“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”
you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”
he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”
you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”
bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”
“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.
“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck.
“look at me.”
shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you.
“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”
you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.
“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”
he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.
“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.
you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”
“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.
“promise. now you promise me.”
“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”
“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”
bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”
you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”
he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”
“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”
bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”
“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”
with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.
he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”
you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”
he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”
hihi! may i request headcanons of kaiser (and maybe sae and rin too if that’s okie) with a beauty-fashion influencer (but like in a madelineargy sort of way) girlfriend that has his teammates gushing over her, much to his dismay <3
Off the Pitch, On the Feed
synopsis michael kaiser and rin Itoshi have double lives when it comes to their influencer gf!
michael kaiser
You are a massive fashion and beauty influencer, Your feed is a mix of high end style lookbooks, unfiltered oversharing, and chaotic GRWM videos that pull in millions of views.
Kaiser’s massive ego absolutely hates sharing the spotlight because he is used to being the flawless centerpiece of every single room.
Walking into the training lounge and seeing Ness, Grim, and Kurona huddled around a phone watching your latest TikTok outfit-styling video drives him insane.
"Look at her efficiency," Ness gushes, pointing at the screen. "She styled those two pieces of clothing perfectly! I hate to say I didn’t think she could.."
“Cool cool” Kurona agrees.
"Shut that garbage off," Kaiser snaps, stalking over and aggressively slamming his water bottle onto the table while his blue eyes narrow with pure irritation.
"You're supposed to be studying match footage, not analyzing my girlfriend's seasonal style guides for ten minutes."
Because you’re a top beauty and fashion influencer, your apartment is constantly overflowing with massive PR boxes from luxury brands.
Kaiser gets tons of high luxury packages himself from his elite sports and modeling sponsors, so your shared entryway is basically a delivery war zone.
"I’m actually losing my mind because it is physically painful watching you walk around in basic training kits 24/7 when you literally have access to the highest tier of European luxury," you ranted to Kaiser one evening, aggressively dumping a massive heap of unreleased streetwear clothes onto his lap. "Like, you genuinely look like a background character from a mobile game off the pitch, and it’s a massive waste of your actual genetics. Your wardrobe is giving zero effort, Mihya. Stand up right now, you’re my new mannequin."
Kaiser scoffs, crossing his arms and throwing his head back with a dramatic sigh, but a slow, smug smirk cuts across his stupidly handsome face. He isn't genuinely rude to you, he just loves the attention far too much to actually refuse, his pride thriving under your focus.
"Watch your mouth, babe" Kaiser murmurs, leaning down until his lips are brushing your ear as he lets you handle his frame. He catches your lips in a kiss as if to assert whatever dominance he thinks he has. "I don't need fashion advice from an internet ranter. But if you want to show off your prize to your followers, I'll let you play stylist for the night."
He stands completely still, a deeply satisfied, arrogant glimmer in his blue eyes as you forcefully yank off his basic clothing and begin going through his packages of unreleased clothes, settling on something, you dress him like he’s your own ken doll, which technically he is right now.
You stand on your tiptoes, aggressively fixing his collar and styling his blue-tipped hair while casually talking to your camera about how his posture is to die for.
Kaiser doesn't pull away, he leans into your touch, while also pulling you closer ‘subtly.’
"See? Perfect results," Kaiser murmurs against your hair, pulling you flush against his chest without a care in the world that the camera is recording. "But if your followers start paying more attention to me than your actual video, you're going to have to praise me in private, ja?"
rin itoshi
The blue lockers find it absolutely hilarious that a girl who casually overshares her entire life to millions of people on the internet is the only one who can make the Rin Itoshi sit quietly.
Isagi, Bachira, and Aryu think your chaotic storytimes and unfiltered fashion rants are peak entertainment.
"Look at her under eyes, not a single shadow! And they look so plump! So glam!" Aryu gushes the most about your looks.
"Rin, how could you not tell us about someone so glam! She's beautiful, I need to take fashion notes."
Isagi and Bachira tease Rin about it constantly, though it's mainly Bachira leading the charge.
Meanwhile, Rin finds the entire concept of social media completely disgusting and an absolute waste of human time. (just like his big brother)
He hates noise, he hates attention, and he especially hates hearing his teammates' annoying voices buzz about his personal life.
Walking into the gym and hearing Aryu or Bachira quote one of your viral makeup tutorials makes his veins literally pop.
"Her latest skincare tutorial was so stylishly glam," Aryu hums, adjusting his long hair in the mirror. "A true fashion icon."
"Die." Rin growls, his voice dropping into a dark, murderous baritone that echoes through the weights room. "Mention her name again and I will personally crush your throat. Focus on the ball, lukewarm trash."
Rin is hyper disciplined about his body, but he completely neglects his skin after rough outdoor practices, contrary to his older brother, Sae Itoshi.
Speaking of Sae, you and him definitely exchange/recommend skincare products, fashion ideas, and makeup reviews, since we all know he takes immaculate care of his skin. You always compliment his look every time you see him, which completely drives Rin up a wall.
"Honestly, it’s genuinely tragic how most men just walk around with crusty, bone dry faces and think it’s aattractive, like it’s actually a crime." you ranted to rin offhandedly one afternoon while blending your lip liner. "Sae is literally the only man on this planet who actually understands a moisture barrier. His skin is practically glowing, it’s insane. The rest of them are just out here raw-dogging the wind and letting their faces crack."
You weren't trying to insult rin, he actually wasn't even on your mind when you were talking about men who don't take care of themselves. You also weren't thinking about the dangerous competitive spirit that statement would spark in him. The fact that you were openly complimenting his brother's pristine complexion, while basically calling him crusty, is the exact spark that sets his sibling rivalry completely ablaze.
He storms into your apartment later that evening, his teal eyes burning with a dark intensity as he tosses his gym bag onto the floor.
He marches straight up to you, grabs a cooling sheet mask and a tube of your highest-quality skin serum from your vanity, and forcefully shoves them into your hands.
"Do it," he commands, his voice dropping into a low, trembling growl as he sits heavily on the edge of your bed and glares up at you through his messy bangs.
"Put that wet paper mask on me right now. Put all of it on. I don't want to hear another word about his skin."
You blink in total shock, a playful smile catching your lips as you realize he's throwing a tantrum out of pure sibling rivalry.
"Rinnie, are you actually asking me to do your skincare right now?" you tease, leaning over him.
"Shut up and just do it," he snaps, his entire face flushing a bright pink from sheer embarrassment as he crosses his arms tightly over his chest.
"My skin is going to look completely superior to his by tomorrow morning. I'll destroy him. Don't look at his feed ever again."
He stubbornly locks his jaw, sitting completely still and letting out a sharp, irritated huff as you carefully press the cold sheet mask onto his face and gently smooth it over his sharp features.
"If you ever compliment that lukewarm trash again," rin whispers under the wet fabric, his grip tightening around your wrist to anchor you close, "I'm actually gonna kill him. You're only looking at me."
note : I love this request sm ty!! rins is more skincare centered while kaisers is more fashion related, I hope thats okay. ALSO I DIDNT WVEN SEE SAES NAME UNTIL AFTER I POSTED?? SORRY!! requests are in my drafts im finalizing some and just starting others!!
⋮ 𓏲ּ𝄢 ┆when a villain’s quirk forces katsuki bakugo to spend twenty-four uninterrupted hours glued to your side, the two of you quickly realize that being unable to keep your hands off each other is only half the problem.
⧼ 🛍️ ⧽ ∿ pairings 。 ⸝⸝ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader 𓄲 genre ⨾ tropes 。 pro hero x pro hero : romance : friends to lovers : forced proximity : mature themes : explicit sexual scenes 𓏲 contains 。 ᵎᵎ nsfw : 18+ only mdni : language : mutual pining : smut : dirty talks : dry humping : fingering : unprotected piv sex : spooning : cowgirl : choking : slight degradation : pet names (baby, brat, slut) ꩜ ⋆.˚ word count 。 6.0k ꔛ
꒰ star speaks ꒱ ✮ this fic is based on this blurb ᵎᵎ i posted months ago which has been long overdo. . . oopsie 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
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you woke up expecting your first mission of the day to end professionally with a quiet victory. your routine usually flowed with a seamless rhythm because you had spent years honing your quirk and your instincts. you took a certain pride in the fact that your missions tended to end successfully and remained relatively calm, at least from your perspective.
you did not consider yourself cocky, but there was a comforting predictability to the way you handled villains. you could usually predict a criminal's next move before they even thought of it, leaving you to wrap things up with a clean arrest and a polite nod to the authorities.
you imagined today would be no different, just another entry in your record of efficiency.
but boy were you wrong.
your day started that morning at tokyo’s largest shopping district. the air felt crisp and the streets were filled with the usual hum of commuters and tourists.
you were paired with katsuki for a team up mission targeting a group of high profile robbers. these villains had a penchant for the finer things, having spent the last few months raiding museums for historical paintings and priceless jewelry.
the objective was simple. apprehend the group, secure the stolen assets, and ensure no civilians were harmed.
for the first hour, the mission played out exactly as you had envisioned. you and katsuki moved like a well oiled machine, your quirk complementing his explosive one. you managed to corner the group in a side gallery, neutralizing the muscle while katsuki blasted the leaders into submission. the civilians were ushered to safety and the jewels were recovered in record time.
“took you long enough to wrap that one up, you slow ass,” katsuki barked, though there was no real heat in it.
"i had it under control, katsuki, you just wanted to blow things up," you replied, glancing back at him with a smirk.
the calm shattered during the final moments of the arrest.
one of the villains, a scrawny man with a desperate look in his eyes, lunged forward as you were securing a pair of handcuffs. he didn't aim for the jewels or the exit. he aimed for you.
katsuki saw the movement a split second before you did. he didn't hesitate, shoving you hard to the side and taking the hit directly to his chest. there was no explosion or flash of light, just a strange, shimmering ripple in the air that seemed to snap onto him.
you both stood there for a moment in total silence, blinking in confusion.
katsuki looked down at his chest, then back at the villain, his face twisting into a scowl. “what the fuck was that?!” he didn't feel anything unusual, and you assumed the attack had failed.
but as katsuki reached out to grab your arm to pull you away from the scene, the world seemed to tilt. the moment his fingers brushed your skin, there was a violent, audible clack, like two industrial magnets slamming together.
you were suddenly jerked backward, your back slamming into his chest with such force that the air left your lungs in a sharp wheeze.
“what the hell?! get off me!” katsuki roared, his voice echoing off the museum walls.
“you get off me!” you retorted as you tried to push away, planting your feet and leaning forward with all your strength.
“i am not staying stuck to you all day,” he snarled, his palms sparking. “i will blast this quirk right off of me!”
“don't you dare blast us into a wall,” you warned, though you were already feeling the dizzying proximity of him.
you managed to create a gap of maybe three inches before an invisible force yanked you back. you flew backward again, hitting him with a dull thud that made you groan.
that’s how you ended up here, talking to the authorities, finishing the mission by sharing all the intel you have gathered. you could physically feel the headache coming as you scolded yourself for your wishful thinking that today would be a good day because you were so wrong.
the very angry and very agitated katsuki bakugo who was literally stuck to you was living proof of that.
“that fucking bastard! get us out of this, you pathetic excuse of a villain!” he yelled at the villain who was cuffed being escorted away.
“katsuki, stop moving! you’ve already tried pulling away once and it didn’t work. what makes you think trying over and over again would be any different?” you snapped, though your voice was strained from the impact of his chest on your back from the constant forceful pulling.
“i am not moving, you damn brat!” he was screaming even louder now, his face inches from your ear. “i shouldn’t have agreed to do this low tiered mission.”
“you’re a hero! we did our job, get over yourself.” you knocked your head back to his, hitting him square in the forehead making him groan.
“fuck you.” katsuki growled at you from behind, biting onto a section of your hair from the back before tugging.
you rolled your eyes in anger before stomping on his foot. “stop acting like a child.”
“hit me again and i’ll throw the both of us into traffic.” katsuki threatened you.
you rolled your eyes as you turned your head back to look at the police officers who were still processing the scene. you tried to maintain your professional composure while katsuki was essentially glued to your spine.
he was leaning back with all his might, trying to keep his chest from pressing against your back, but it was a losing battle. every time he drifted a few inches away, the magnetic pull would snap him back into you with a forceful slam that pushed you forward, nearly making you trip over your own boots.
“for the love of god, i am just trying to finish the report,” you told the katsuki before turning back to the detective, ignoring the way katsuki was vibrating with rage behind you. “please ignore him and his temper tantrum.”
“shut your mouth!” katsuki yelled, his hands gripping your waist tightly, not to keep himself from slipping but because he physically can’t let go. “i am not having a temper tantrum, you're just annoying! and you!” he turned his head to glare at the captured villain who was already in police van. “you piece of shit! i am going to blow your limbs off one by one! do you hear me! i will blast you into the next century for this!”
“katsuki, shut up!” you yelled back, snapping your patience. “can’t you see i’m talking to the authorities! just stay still for five fucking minutes!”
he spat a curse, his breath hot against your neck. “do you want to be stuck here like this the entire day?! if i hadn't taken that hit for you, we wouldn't be in this mess! you're lucky i'm even touching you, you brat!”
the detective cleared his throat, looking between the two of you with a mixture of pity and amusement.
“from what we can see so far, all five of the villains captured today aren’t japanese citizens. this means their quirks are completely unregistered in our database.” the detective eyed his phone before meeting your eyes once more. “i have already informed the lab about you and dynamight’s situation. they will be analyzing the specific properties of the magnetic quirk. once we get the villains to custody, i will personally question the villain who hit you with the quirk and get more information on it.”
“for now,” the detective continued, “i will inform the hero commission that both of you are off duty. no missions, no patrols, and certainly no work at your respective agencies. you are physically incapacitated as a pair. i suggest you both go home and discuss where you will be staying. hopefully, the quirk effects will wear off on their own within twenty-four hours.”
“thank you, detective,” you said, giving a tired smile. “we appreciate the help.”
katsuki didn't thank anyone. he just growled, a low, dangerous sound in his throat, and glared at the detective as if the man had personally glued them together.
the ride back to katsuki's agency was a chaotic affair. once you arrived, you were greeted by mina and kirishima, who had been briefed on the situation. mina nearly collapsed in fits of laughter the moment she saw you two stuck together.
“oh my god!” mina squealed, pointing at you. “you guys are literally like a human sandwich! this is the most romantic thing i have ever seen in my entire professional career!”
“it is not romantic, you idiot!” katsuki screamed, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. “get over here and help us get these damn costumes off before i explode this entire building!”
the process of changing into regular clothes was a nightmare of coordination and physical strain. because you couldn't be separated by more than a few inches, you had to change in separate rooms with people literally holding you back.
mina and two of katsuki's assistants gripped your arms and waist, anchoring you to a heavy bolted table in one room, while kirishima and another sidekick did the same for katsuki in the adjacent room.
it was a grueling exercise in willpower. every time you tried to slide a shirt over your head, the magnetic pull would tug at you, threatening to launch you through the concrete wall and right back into katsuki's chest.
you were sweating, your teeth gritted as you gripped the edges of the table, your knuckles white. i can't believe this is my life right now, you thought, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your temple. i expected a calm day, and now i'm being held back like a wild animal just so i can put on a t shirt.
rom the other side of the wall, you could hear kirishima grunting, his voice strained as he fought to keep katsuki in place.
“bakugo, man, listen,” kirishima gasped, sounding completely out of breath. “i think you should just go pee or do your business in the bathroom while we're still here. i don't think you'll be able to do that once you two are back home and stuck together. there won't be anyone to pry you off each other.”
“i will kill you!” katsuki's voice boomed, followed by the sound of a small explosion. “stop talking about my bladder, shitty hair! i can handle myself!”
“it sounds stupid, but kiri is right,” mina said to you, her voice shaking from the effort of holding you still. “you might want to consider it.”
you paused, the reality of the situation sinking in. you looked at the wall separating you from the most stubborn man in japan and sighed. “fine,” you called out. “take me to the bathroom.”
after another thirty minutes of torturous maneuvering, kirishima and mina drove the two of you to katsuki's penthouse.
the car ride was an exercise in sensory overload.
katsuki had claimed the back seat, spreading himself out with his back against the door. because of the magnetic pull, you were forced to sit with your back against his front, tucked between his legs.
you tried your best to focus on the scenery passing by the window, but it was impossible to ignore the loud, frantic thumping in your chest. your face felt hot, a deep blush creeping up your neck.
you could feel every inch of him. his chest was hard and defined, digging into your shoulder blades, and his hands were firmly glued to your waist. the heat radiating from him was intense, a constant, pulsing warmth that seemed to seep through your clothes and melt your resolve.
why is he so warm? you wondered, biting your lip. and why does he always smell this intoxicating.
kirishima and mina were kind enough to make sure the two of you were settled, ordering a massive amount of food and eating with you both in the penthouse before they had to leave for their own duties. they left you two alone in the silence of the luxury apartment, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.
the rest of the afternoon was spent in his bedroom, which had become a battleground for the remote control. you wanted to watch something light, something that would distract you from the fact that you were physically fused to your long time crush, but katsuki wanted to watch literally anything else.
“we are watching a rom com, katsuki,” you insisted, leaning back into him as you both sat on the bed. “come on, it will be fun. plus it'll calm you down.”
“i am not watching some garbage movie about people crying over flowers!” katsuki yelled, though his voice lacked its usual bite. “put on an action movie! something with explosions!”
“do you even need any more explosions when you are a already human bomb?” you countered, a playful smirk on your lips. “oooh! how about we watch mean girls? it's a classic.”
“i don't care if it's a damn classic! it's stupid!” he groaned, but he didn't fight you as hard as he usually would once you pressed play. he seemed exhausted by the day's events.
you wore him down with a combination of stubbornness and a few well placed pouts. eventually, he caved with a loud, dramatic sigh that sounded like he was conceding a war.
“fine! watch your stupid mean girls movie! just stop talking during it!”
you ended up lying on his bed with him (duh), the movie playing on a large screen in front of you. because of the way you were stuck, he was positioned behind you, his arms forced to wrap around your waist in a permanent spooning position. his chest was pressed firmly against your back. you could feel the steady, heavy beat of his heart matching your own.
“this is so stupid,” katsuki muttered, his voice low and husky right against your ear. “why are people so obsessed with who sits where at lunch? it's a school cafeteria. eat your fucking food and go.”
you chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of your bodies. “i don't know, katsuki, you tell me. i think you could definitely pass as a mean girl. you've got the attitude and the temper for it.”
he stiffened, his grip on your waist tightening. “what did you just say to me? i will blast you into orbit!”
you just laughed, feeling a surge of boldness. “admit it, you'd totally be the leader of the plastics. you'd just scream at everyone until they did what you wanted… which you already do. and you’re blond as well. it’s perfect casting!”
katsuki didn't yell back this time. instead, he let out a huff of air that felt like a kiss against your skin.
you weren't normally this chatty, but the proximity was making you reckless. you were desperately trying to distract yourself from the heat of his body. for hours, you had been glued together, and the friction was starting to create a feverish warmth between you. you could feel the slight dampness of his sweat against your back, the nitroglycerin scented moisture making your skin tingle.
i can't believe he hasn't blown us up yet, you thought, your heart racing.
you had carried a torch for katsuki since your second year at u.a. high. it had started as admiration for his drive and evolved into a deep, aching attraction that you had kept hidden behind jokes and professional courtesy. now, with your agencies located close to each other and your friendship deepening, the feelings had become an obsession.
you shifted your hips slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position to ease the strain of being fused to him. as you settled further back, pushing your backside against him, you felt something hard and unmistakable pressing against the curve of your butt. you froze, your breath hitching in your throat. it was his cock, already thickening through the fabric of his sleep pants.
you felt his breath hitch. the fingers that had been awkwardly and tensely gripping your waist earlier were changing. he wasn't just holding on anymore. his fingertips began to move, subtly drawing slow, rhythmic shapes on your skin, tracing the curve of your hip and the dip of your waist. the touch was almost shy, which was completely unlike the man who had spent the morning screaming at police officers.
you moved a little bit more, trying to settle in further into the bed.
katsuki let out a long, shaky breath that fanned across the nape of your neck. you felt his fingers tighten on your waist, his grip almost bruising. “stop moving,” he growled, his voice a deep, guttural vibration that resonated through your entire spine.
you knew you should stop, but a spark of mischief flared in your chest.
you shifted again, a slow, deliberate grind of your hips that pressed you deeper into his hardness. you acted innocent, humming softly as if you were still just trying to get comfortable. “i'm just trying to get settled, kats, it's a bit cramped,” you whispered, though your voice held a teasing lilt.
he let out a sound that was halfway between a groan and a snarl. you could feel him growing harder, the length of him stretching against you, hot and demanding. the heat between your bodies was becoming unbearable, a fever that blurred the lines of friendship.
“you're doing that on fucking purpose,” he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. “you like playing with fire, huh? you damn brat.”
“i don't know what you're talking about,” you replied, tilting your head back to look at him, your eyes dancing with challenge.
katsuki's restraint snapped. he shifted his weight, pushing his body more firmly onto yours, pinning you to the mattress. he leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous, predatory whisper. “you think you're so clever, don't you? teasing me when you know i can't even pull away from you.”
“katsuki,” you whispered, your voice trembling.
“you're just a little tease, begging for me to fucking lose it.” he muttered, his words laced with a slight edge of degradation that made your stomach flip.
“maybe i am,” you breathed, your heart hammering against your ribs.
“look at me,” he commanded, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you could feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his tongue as he grazed your collarbone. a low moan escaped your throat, and you felt him shudder against you.
you turned your neck, straining against the magnetic pull to face him. the moment your eyes met, he crashed his lips onto yours.
the kiss was explosive, tasting of desperation and years of suppressed longing. his tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting of cinnamon and heat, sucking on your tongue with a hunger that left you lightheaded. you moaned into the kiss, your hands reaching back to tangle in his spiky blonde hair, pulling him closer even though there was nowhere left to go.
the kiss deepened, becoming wetter and more frantic. you could hear the sound of your saliva exchanging, a wet, shlicking noise that only fueled the fire in your gut. he shifted his weight, pinning you further into the mattress, his thighs sliding between yours. the friction of his trousers against your own was driving you insane.
“i can't... i can't stand this,” katsuki gasped, breaking the kiss to bite your earlobe. i want you. i want all of you.
“oh—please…” you arched your back, pressing your rear into his crotch. you could feel the hard, thick length of his cock straining against his pants, a rigid pillar of heat that was pulsing against you. you whimpered, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
he began to move, his hips grinding rhythmically into your backside as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulders. every thrust was heavy, his hardness rubbing against you through the clothes. you arched your back, grinding back into him, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps of pleasure.
“k-katsuki,” you pleaded, not sure what you were begging for, but you were.
“god, you feel so good,” he muttered against your skin, his voice rough. “i've wanted to do this for so long, you stupid, beautiful idiot.”
katsuki struggled against the magnetic effect that was very much a nuisance as it was a push, his muscles straining as he fought the pull to lift his hand. he grunted with the effort, his face contorted, but he managed to slide his hand down between your legs. his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your underwear, finding the heat of your pussy.
“ha—! kats…” you squirmed at the sudden pressure.
“you're already wet,” he chuckled, a dark, triumphant sound. “look at you, soaking through your clothes for me.” he began to play with you, his fingers circling your clit through the cloth of your pants, sending jolts of electricity through your nerves.
you whined, your head tossing back against his shoulder. “katsuki, please,” you begged, your voice trembling.
he was impatient, the hunger in his eyes mirroring your own. he didn't want to waste another second with fabric between you. with a sudden, violent surge of strength, he gripped the waistband of your bottoms and tore them. the sound of fabric ripping filled the room, a sharp crack that made you gasp. he didn't stop there, his hands moving to your top, ripping the material away with a focused aggression, fighting the magnetic pull that tried to snap him back.
“be patient, damn it,” he growled like a hypocrite. he slid his hand down, his fingers diving into your wetness. you were already soaking, your juices coating his fingers as he slid them through your folds. he let out a low whistle, his voice thick with lust. “hah! not only are you a tease and impatient as fuck, you're also so fucking wet for me, aren't you?”
“yes, m’sorry… just please,” you breathed out, tilting your head back.
katsuki didn’t need to be told twice. he found your clit and began to rub it with a punishing intensity, his fingers sliding deep inside you. the sensation was overwhelming, the friction of his skin against your walls creating a wet, squelching sound that filled the silence.
“k-kats—hah…” you called out his name, your body squirming against his touch, your muscles clamping tight around his fingers.
“mmh?” he nipped lightly at your shoulder, his other hand moving up to cup your breast through your blouse, his thumb finding your nipple and rubbing it to a hard peak. “tell me this is wrong. tell me to stop.” his voice was a dark challenge.
you arched back into him instinctively, pushing your ass more firmly against his hardness. a low groan rumbled from his chest. “it doesn’t… f-feel wrong,” you managed, your own voice husky. “f-feels so good…”
katsuki was losing it as much as you were, he was just good at hiding it. he was breathing hard, his chest heaving. he gripped his own clothes, his muscles bulging as he fought the magnetic force one last time to rip his pants and underwear away. as soon as he was free, the magnet slammed his bare body back against yours with a heavy thud.
the feeling of his bare cock grinding against your bare behind was almost too much to bear. he was huge, hot, and leaking pre-cum that lubricated the space between you.
“sh-hiiiit…” you breathed, eyes rolling from the weight of his bare cock behind you.
“yeah?” he cut in ruthlessly, his hand squeezing your breast, his hips grinding again in a rhythm that was becoming unmistakable. “found the opportunity and started grinding your ass into me like this,” he rocked against you, the friction deliciously maddening. “you’re such a fucking tease. always been f’me, huh? you get everything little thing you want, don’t ya?”
“ngh, no m’not—” you moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder. “you’re the one… who’s being a tease. katsuki, please…”
“hm? what’s wrong?” he taunted softly, biting your earlobe. “please what, baby? tell me. what happened to your damn confidence now, huh?” his long fingers curled deeper inside you, the slick wet on his fingers.
“oh—mmh, yeah… just like that, k-kats,” you gasped, bucking against his touch.
“you hear yourself?” he fucked you harder with his finger before adding another, his thumb finding your and rubbing in tight circles. you cried out, your hand struggling against the magnet as it flew back to clutch at his thigh. “so fucking wet and loud—mmm’fuuuck.”
katsuki was grinding against you relentlessly now, his cock hard and demanding against your ass, his fingers working magic through your slit. the friction between you was building a frantic heat low in your belly. your breath came in ragged pants that matched his own.
“w-want it— shiiit. katsuki, please. i want you inside me. want you so bad,” you begged again, the thought of him fragmented by pleasure.
“god fucking dammit, you beg so pretty f’me,” he growled, his voice guttural with need. he pressed his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. “been wanting this for so long.” he pulled his soaked fingers out of your pussy making you whine at the emptiness. he didn't need to be told twice. he positioned himself, the head of his cock probing the entrance of your heat. he pushed forward slowly. “fuuuuck… you feel good,” a low growl ripping from his throat as your tight walls gripped him.
you whined, the feeling of him filling you up stretching you to your limit. he was thick, far thicker than you had imagined, and the sensation of him sliding deep into your cervix made your toes curl. you arched violently, a loud moan tearing from your throat as pleasure spiked through you. “oh god! katsuki!”
katsuki began to move, his thrusts rhythmic and powerful. because of the magnetic bond, he couldn't pull away completely, which meant every thrust was deep, hitting your most sensitive spots with punishing accuracy. the sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic squelching noise as his cock slid in and out of your drenched pussy.
shlick, squelch, shlick.
“that’s it, baby,” katsuki purred against your skin, his fingers kept pressure on your clit, circling it around while his hips never stopped moving “take it. take what you’ve always wanted from me.”
“fuck yeah. yeah, right there…” you were full on begging and purring now as you moved your hips meeting his thrust, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. you could feel the sweat from his chest dripping onto your back, mixing with the fluids of your union. he was panting, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts against your ear.
“look at you—fuck. made for me”, he groaned, his voice breaking. i'm going to ruin you. he increased the pace, his movements becoming more overzealous. in his desperation to get deeper, his cock slipped out of you for a fraction of a second, only to slam back in with a wet thud that made you cry out. the sound of air being pushed out of your pussy created a loud, popping noise that only made him more aggressive.
“m’don’t think… gonna last looong—oh! yes, fuck! harder, katsuki!”
“come on then,” katsuki commanded, his voice rough with strain. he bit down on your shoulder blade. “cum for me. show me how good it feels when i finally touch you like this.” he curled his fingers harder, pressed his thumb down fiercely. “let go for me, you slut. let me feel you cum around me.”
he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving red marks that you knew you would cherish tomorrow. he was hammering into you now, his balls slapping rhythmically against your ass, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the air.
you felt your orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat that started in your toes and surged upward. “katsuki!” you screamed, your muscles clamping down on him in a series of violent contractions.
“fuck, i’m close,” he growled against your skin, his hips bucking up, driving his cock impossibly deeper where your bodies joined.
the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him was the final straw. “god fucking damn it! mgghfuuuck…” he let out a roar, his body stiffening as he shot his seed deep inside you. you could feel the hot, thick spurts of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up until you felt like you were overflowing. he groaned, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his chest heaving as he slowly came down from the peak.
katsuki breathed heavily, his heart racing. he suddenly gripped your waist. “turn around,” he commanded. “face me.”
“i can't, kats, the magnet,” you panted from your orgasm, trying to shift.
“fight it,” he growled, his voice regaining its dominant edge. “i want to see your face when i fuck you again. fight the damn thing.”
that was all the motivation you needed. you both gritted your teeth, straining against the invisible force. you pushed away from him, your muscles screaming, and with his help, you managed to swivel. for a second, you were almost face to face, before the magnet snapped you both back together with a loud groan, your bodies slamming into each other.
he didn't let you settle. he strained his muscle against the pull and manhandled you, flipping you over so you were on properly top of him. he gripped your hips, pulling you down as he entered you again.
you looked down at him, your eyes locking with his vermillion ones, the intimacy of the gaze making the pleasure of him inside you feel ten times more intense. “katsuki, baby.”
“that's it,” he whispered, his hands digging into your ass. “take it all.”
you tried your best to ride him, your breasts bouncing, your breath coming in ragged whines. he reached up, pulling you down, your lips meeting his. it was messy, your tongues dancing in a feverish rhythm, the taste of salt and desire filling your mouths. eventually, you collapsed onto his chest unable to fight the pull of the magnet, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. he took over, doing all the work, lifting his hips to drive deep into you.
“ngghh—oh, fuck,” you whined, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, your skin slick with sweat. “please, katsuki, harder,” you begged.
“shut up and take what i give you, brat,” katsuki replied, though his voice was thick with affection. he began to fuck you with a renewed aggression, the sounds of your bodies interacting becoming more visceral.
the squelching of your joined heat and the heavy thud of his chest against yours created a symphony of lust. he gripped the back of you neck, lightly squeezing, the sensation that only pushed you further over the edge, making you clench tighter around him.
“m’gonna cum again… baby, pleeeease—oh, make me cum,” you choked out a moan, your body tightening as you felt another orgasm building.
“fucking hell, baby, ya gonna milk me dry, huh?” he snarled, bucking his hips up, his hands clamping onto your ass. “yeah? just like that. scream like that. let everyone in the building hear you scream through the fucking walls.”
you moaned loudly, your body still trembling from your orgasm as he began to move inside you again. “agh! f-fuck—kats… m’cuming” you threw your head back.
“cum with me,” he commanded. “fuck, do it now.”
you screamed as you peaked, your internal muscles squeezing him tightly. katsuki let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he came deep inside you, his release filling you again with warmth.
the room fell silent, the only sound being your labored breathing. you stayed in that position for a long time, the sweat cooling on your skin. for a long time, neither of you spoke. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat and fluids, the scent of sex and nitroglycerin filling the room.
“does mean you actually like me? or do you just let anyone fuck you?” you broke the silence, your voice clearly teasing and mischievous to get under his skin.
katsuki scoffed, though he didn't move his arm from around you (not that he can). “tch. whatever the hell that means. i don’t even like when other people breathe close to me. what else would this nonsense mean?”
“is that your way of being romantic? because calling what we just did just now ‘nonsense’ is a bit low… even from you,” you teased.
“shut up,” he muttered, his ears turning a bright shade of red. “… listen, tomorrow… or whenever the fuck. after this damn quirk wears off. you're going out to dinner with me.”
“wait, as in a date?” you snapped your head up from his neck to look at him only for the stupid magnet to slam you back down his chest with a thud.
“stop fucking moving—and it's not a big deal,” katsuki snapped, holding you tighter almost subconsciously. “i just don't want you starving to death because you're too clumsy to feed yourself. just say yes, damn it.”
you giggled, kissing his chest. “yes, katsuki. i'd love to go on a date with you.”
“stop pushing it!”
after a couple more yells from katsuki, you both fell asleep in each other's arms, the magnetic effects of the villains quirk finally feeling like something you wanted to keep.
the next morning, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the silence.
katsuki groaned, his eyes fluttering open. you stirred on his chest, your face nuzzling into his neck, half-asleep and warm. he reached out with one hand to pick up the phone, his other arm cradling the back of your head. as he moved, he paused.
he felt his hand slide away from you without any resistance. there was no pull, no snap, no invisible force. he moved his arm further, realizing that the magnetic effect had worn out.
“what?!” he barked into the phone.
it was the detective from the previous day. the man's voice was professional but held a hint of amusement.
he informed katsuki that they had finally identified the specific nature of the villain's quirk.
“upon further investigations and quirk research through quick blood samples, we received word back from the lab. the villain confirmed it himself not long after. his quirk allows him to make someone he hits with the magnet physically stuck to the person they desire the most. after the questioning, we were told that the effects should wear off after a day, so the two of you should be good by now.”
katsuki froze, the phone still pressed to his ear. physically stuck to the person they desire the most.
you, who had been now awake and listening, began to snicker against his skin. you looked up at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “you know, katsuki, you didn't really have to take the hit for me after all.” you whispered, “if the quirk works that way, we would have ended up stuck together regardless of who got hit.”
katsuki stared at the ceiling, his face flushing a deep crimson. he slowly hung up the phone and pulled you closer, his grip firm. “whatever,” he muttered, though he couldn't hide the small, satisfied smile on his lips. “just shut up and go back to sleep, brat.”
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