a/n: first post on this blog & its for you @anime-heathen as requested(I decided on him specifically + this is a rewritten fic) <3
you were completely gone—mind blank, body a limp, drooling wreck on your boyfriend's silk sheets in his penthouse. your eyes are glassy and unfocused, mouth hanging open with a string of spit trailing down your chin as he rails you mercilessly.
hus thick cock stretches your sloppy, swollen cunt wide with every savage thrust, the wet schlick schlick schlick of your overstuffed pussy filling the room like filthy music.
you've cum so many times you don't even know anymore—four? five? ten? the count is lost in the white-hot haze fogging your brain. all you know is the endless, shattering pleasure mixed with pain ripping through you.
"fuuckk—hahh..'jii" you babble incoherently, tongue heavy, words melting into broken moans and whimpers.
your thighs twitch violently around his hips, cunt clenching and fluttering wildly around his cock, gushing fresh slick down his balls with every brutal snap of his hips.
toji groans in pure delight, his eyes dark with lust as he drinks in the sight of you—his pretty little girl fucked completely stupid.
"fuck, look at you," he laughs breathlessly, voice rough and dripping with smug satisfaction. he hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half so he can grind even deeper, the fat head of his cock battering your cervix with every thrust.
"my baby got fucked so fucking silly she's just a dumb girl now hm?"
you don't answer, well rather you can't. you release another wrecked sob as another orgasm slams into you without warning, your walls spasming violently around him, vision whiting out as you squirt messily all over his abs and yourself, completely soaking the sheets.
your body jerks and twitches like a beautiful broken doll, but toji keeps fucking you through it, hips never slowing.
"yeahhh, that's my good girl," he purrs, thumb pressing hard on your throbbing, oversensitive clit, rubbing mean little circles that make your eyes roll back.
"aww, my poor baby. i love you like this..completely empty for me."
he slams in to the hilt and grinds deep, chasing his own release while you shatter again, babbling pure nonsense, tears and drool soaking your flushed face. thick ropes of his cum flood your wrecked pussy as he groans.
"fuck. 'm gonna keep you like this all night baby.." he murmurs against your lips, placing a gentle kiss. "keep you all stuffed with me."
You’ve learnt a few things about yourself since marrying the King of Curses. Namely, your penchant for narrowly avoiding death at the hands of your husband.
You’re one wrong move from having your head bitten clean off, and gods, does that fact excite you. It’s an adrenaline rush incomparable to anything else. Thrillseekers need to quit the cave diving and lion's dens and find themselves a man with the capacity to dissect them for looking at him wrong.
Sukuna’s heart has softened considerably since meeting you. There’s a channel within it, perhaps a major vein or artery, that houses an affection towards you that allows this kind of disrespect to go unpunished.
For the time being, at least. He’ll fuck you within an inch of your life for the stunt you’re pulling now.
You sit on your husband’s rock-hard stomach, both of his cocks hard and angry behind you, as you spread your thighs and fuck yourself with a laquered wooden dildo gifted to you by a raunchy friend before your marriage. You’re a mess, dripping all over Sukuna’s abs as you plunge the dildo inside of you, steering upwards in search of the spot that he never seems to miss.
He’s growling, practically vibrating beneath you in anger as you cuck him with a piece of carved wood. The sensation of his rumbling is nice, but the satisfaction of having the King of Curses in such an emasculating position is better than any sexual relief could be.
“Nice and still for me, dear,” you taunt. “When you twitch like that, I lose my balance.”
And, like a dog with a pronged collar, he yields. Grabs your waist with two of his four strong hands and holds you down against his heated skin. You allow him that much, lest he decides this lack of control isn’t worth amusing his wife’s weird sexual endeavours.
You roll your hips a little, plunge the dildo deeper inside of you in search of that spot. How can Sukuna find it so easily?
“That phallus doesn’t please you,” he notes, looking up at you with sharp eyes. He’s such a mess; his hair all over the place, chest heaving with the exertion of holding himself back. “To replace me with carved wood. You disrespect not only me, but that cunt of yours as well. She’s neglected.”
“Hush,” you avoid his gaze. “It is not a she, and you are just here to watch.”
“Watch what? Your failing to make yourself come? You do strange things to spite me, woman.”
You roll your eyes, and then turn your cheek. You won’t give him the satisfaction of leering at your displeased face — why is it not working? You used to sate yourself just fine before you were married, but you haven’t touched yourself since. Now when you try, even with such a mountain of a man at your beck and call, nothing compares.
Your fingers aren’t as big as his are. Your crafted dildo doesn’t curve and pulse like his cocks do. You lack the warmth on top of you; the loud, sleepless nights he gives you, the pleasure so overwhelming it bleeds into pain.
“You’ve ruined self-love for me, you know?” You sulk.
Sukuna rolls his eyes beneath you, jaw working as you’re sure he’s trying not to spit something demeaning from his lips. He fails. “You’re just incapable,” he bites. “Don’t hold yourself to such high standards, wife. I am not to be rivalled.”
His ego is ruinous. A part of you wants to feign your pleasure, start moaning like a whore and show him exactly what he’s missing out on, but your husband has always had a penchant for knowing insincerity when he sees it. He’d punish you worse for faking your pleasure than for taking it without his aid.
“Fine,” you grumble, your teasing mood soured. “Help me then, you oaf. But you remain beneath me. Where you belong.”
You tack it on as an afterthought, but it feels odd to say. The man who towers over the world and those within it, is laid beneath you… you can’t help but feel special. He laughs at your words, chuckles vibrating through his stomach and into you, but he doesn’t punish you for his tongue.
Yet.
“Take that fucking thing out of you,” he starts, glancing down at where you keep the dildo buried between your thighs.
You oblige, working it out slowly. A string of slick connects it to you as Sukuna grips it in one large hand and raises it up to your eye-level. Snap. It’s in halves before you can blink. The wood splinters, creates a small dust of shavings that dissipate through the air and makes your eyes widen.
“If you bring another object like this into our chamber again, I’ll stuff you full of it and have you walk naked across the length of the estate with it inside,” he lectures, eyes so set in his ways that you know he isn’t making empty threats. “Now, let me do what you cannot.”
Before you can allow yourself the dignity of pretending this is a favour to him, Sukuna’s stomach splits across the taut seam you had been sitting on. A long, obscenely wet tongue shoots up and flattens against your pussy, warm and disgusting in its eagerness. Hot breath fans your skin from below, and you gasp as what feels like buckets of spit wet your cunt in preparation.
Your husband just watches as the mouth on his stomach gets its fill. His grip on your waist tightens and holds you down against the slippery second tongue that licks a lewd stripe from your ass, to your hole, up to your clit. You whine, shrinking away from such messy devouring, but you have nowhere to go, and no fight left in you to object — you spent all of that on trying to pretend you could cuck a man like Sukuna.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Fuck,” you splay your hands out across your husbands chest for purchase as his stomach-tongue circles once, twice, around your clit before worming its way inside of you. It fills you with the ease of a muscle; pliant, not having to stretch you quite as far as his cocks do. And it moves, explores the topography of your insides like it’s trying to chart you out, taste every inch of your womb…
Through your blurred vision, you watch Sukuna raking his gaze over you. He keeps licking his lips, shifting ever so slightly as he had when you were trying to deny him. Your brows knit together.
“Can you taste me?” you ask, words broken by a moan as his stomach-tongue starts thrusting in and out of you, pushing all the way in just to retreat back into the mouth to savour the slick it coats itself with. “Can you… taste what it does?”
“Barely,” his jaw ticks. “It’s dull. Not the same.”
Oh? A surge of something mean shoots through you, and for a moment you’re unsure whether it’s pleasure from his tongue taking another course inside, or the satisfaction of knowing that, in a way, you’re still cucking him.
“So,” you glide your fingertip across the plane of his chest. “If I cum on this tongue, you’ll hardly be able to taste it?”
He doesn’t answer. A dog that bites and barks opting instead for silence is as telling as it is terrifying. You love it.
You throw your head back with a dramatic moan, using your thighs to push yourself up and start riding his stomach-tongue as you would his cocks. It’s lewd, makes these god-awful squelching noises with each pump in and out of you, but there’s a certain eroticism to the mess you’re making. His cocks are leaking behind you, desperate to tunnel inside of you and find their release, but you don’t allow it — you’re busy riding that tongue of his.
“I should—gods—do this more often,” you pant. “You’ve been hiding this from me, husband. Scared I’ll put the better parts of you to use?”
“Tch. Quiet yourself and take your release.” He’s tetchy, restless.
You can tell he’s straining himself not to pick you up and force you down onto his cocks like he so often does. Luckily for him, your climax is close, and you aren’t sure you’d have the heart (or will) to deny him any longer.
The tongue inside of you quickens in pace. It thrusts in and out in emulation of a cock, dragging wet muscle across your g-spot in rhythmic bliss. You can feel yourself going stupid on it, such a mess being made between your thighs. Your skin is covered in saliva, from your thighs to your cunt, all the way up to your stomach; you’re glossed with the stuff. Coated.
It’s when the tongue slips out of you to once again lap at your clit that your orgasm comes. You clench around nothing, grimacing at the feeling of emptiness that dampers your climax, but your legs shake and breath hitches in your lungs as you forget how to breathe, and be, and stay fucking quiet.
Your moans are melodious and loud in the same right, spurring Sukuna from a scowl to a slack jaw as his hips buck up once, and then twice, and a sudden splurt of heat covers your ass and lower back.
“Did you just—” you start, but your mind spins. You’re lurched forward by the force of two strong hands, and brought down to your husband’s chest. The mess of warm spit sticks your skin together, but you don’t have even a moment to complain as he covers your mouth with his, kisses you with a reverence that can only be shown by a king in adoration of his queen. Or a man warring to distract from the fact that he just came untouched.
“You are a petulant brat who has lost her sense of subservience to me,” he speaks against your lips. “But you are beautiful to an ungodly degree when you disobey me. You will look even better split in half on my cocks, crying for mercy from this man who is so ‘beneath you’, yes?”
A beautiful jolt of erotic fear surges through you. You’re one wrong-answer away from sexual torture; better keep your words kind.
You smile against his lips, peck them once, twice, and then speak. Your words are simple.
ᰔ older toji guiding and comforting his shy gf during her first time. ♡
꒰ cw/tags: established relationship, age-gap, virgin reader, smut, comfort, mention of trauma. ⋆˙⟡
a/n: request from anon. if the topic of sexual trauma is triggering to you, please don’t read this! tysm.
it was a silent night. the air was thick with sexual tension and longing as you and toji were laying in your shared bed, side by side just admiring one another, bare and bathing in the dim light.
it’s been months since you both have committed to being in a relationship. toji typically didn’t do “slow” or “gentle,” but for the first time, he didn’t just want to fuck and dip when it came to a girl. he wanted to savor this, he wanted to treat you right, because he genuinely loves you. he’s older, he knows better than to hurt a young girl like you.
“you’re shakin', doll.” toji murmurs softly, his rough hand soothingly rubbing your hip as he assesses every little expression you make. “are you sure you’re ready?”
“i-im ready, just… give me a second.” you say quietly, your heart racing like a trapped bird within your chest as your gaze kept flickering to his achingly hard cock between his meaty thighs. he was so devastatingly attractive.
while getting to know eachother in the later stages of the relationship, you had opened up to toji, baring your heart open to him, and admitting that you’ve been hurt in the past, betrayed and violated in a way that left you struggling to trust, struggling to be in a relationship ever again.
he had never dealt with anyone else’s trauma or vulnerability before, it was incredibly new to him. but with the love he has for you— he took it all in and made sure you never felt afraid around him, never felt hesitant to trust him. and most importantly, he didn’t rush you into intimacy, no matter how much he just wanted to be inside of you.
after a long minute, you gave him a small nod, “i’m ready… p-please be gentle.” you say with a worried, yet needy expression, earning a low hum from him. “of course. c'mere, pretty girl. gonna take this slow, okay? you set the pace f'me.”
toji carefully grabs your waist and pulls your naked body against his, his throbbing dick pressing against your tummy as he leans in to kiss you, gentle and sensual for a needed moment, allowing you to get into it. once you began to melt into his embrace and the way his lips rubbed against yours, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth.
“mmp—“ a soft moan slips from your lips as his hands began to roam, feeling your breasts and fondling them. “t-toji…” you gasped between wet smooches as he hums lowly. “shhh, that’s it… such a responsive body.”
he then breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connected to your tongues as you both pant softly. “can i?” toji whispers hotly against your lips, his hand hovering over your pussy, which was just aching and slimy with your sweet arousal.
you hesitated for a moment, a flicker of the past invading your headspace, but the sincere and heated look in his eyes… it was soothing. it made you feel like it was okay to be just as desperate as he was.
“yes, please… need you…” you whimpered. toji chuckles softly, before cupping your bare pussy, making you gasp. two of his rough fingers began to slowly rub your wet, tender folds, making you shiver. “hah— toji…”
“mm, she’s so wet for me, doll. you’ve been needin' this, huh? need me to make the ache go away?” he coos teasingly, rubbing slow, firm circles on your sensitive clit.
“ahhn—! please… please…” you begged, moaning and mewling as he continues to use his hand to rub your clit, before slowly pushing a digit inside of you, a gasp slipping from your lips. the sensation was tense for a moment, but before you could feel any fear, he began to curl his finger deliberately against your sensitive walls, pumping it and making your pussy gush and squelch.
“fuck… you’re squeezin' my fingers so tight.” toji groans softly, continuing to finger your pussy with one hand, while his free hand strokes his hard cock, precum oozing from his tip as he pants softly. “so pretty… so mine.”
after proper foreplay and comfortable pacing, it eventually led up to this very moment— you were laid on your back, trembling legs resting on his broad shoulders as hovered over you, his cock resting on your stomach.
“i-i don’t know, you… you know i’ve never had sex before…” you began to stammer, familiar fear and hesitation rushing up to your head, tears in your eyes as you looked up at toji. “you’re going to be gentle, r-right? going to stop if it gets scary?”
toji’s expression was the softest it has probably ever been in his entire life, his hands cupping your teary cheeks as he leans down, pressing his forehead onto yours. “oh babygirl… don’t cry, it’s okay.” he murmurs, gently shushing you. “you’re in control. do you understand me? if you say stop, i stop. if you say go, i go.” he says firmly, eyes filled with conviction.
“you say n' do what feels right to you. not for me, not for anybody else.” he gives you a moment to process his words, not focusing on his own needs, for yours were far more important than his ever could be in this very moment.
with a shaky nod, you closed your eyes, silent tears rolling down your cheeks. “i-i want this, toji. god— you have no idea. i love you so much.” you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so he was now embracing you with his muscular arms. “i’m just scared… m-my mind, it goes into panic mode from the thought of… losing my virginity.”
“i know, doll. i know. shit— you don’t think i want this? from the day i met you, i’ve wanted this so bad.“ he groans, his voice filled with a rare tinge of emotion. “i wanna just take those horrible fuckin' memories, and replace em with only pleasure.”
after some much needed encouragement and love, you initiated a kiss, desperate and passionate as you moaned softly into his mouth, earning a groan from him. his fingers tangle into the hair on the back of your head, cradling it close to his as his tongue swirls and flicks against yours.
“i-im ready, toji. need you so bad.” you gasped between wet kisses. you swore you could feel his dick twitch from those very words. he pants heavily, breath hot against your skin as he trails his lips down your jawline and neck. “you have me, doll.”
with a shaky breath, toji wraps his hand around his cock, slowly leaning forward and rubbing it against your clenching cunt. he looks up at you, making sure you’re okay. when he gets a nod from you, he slowly presses his wet tip against your tight entrance.
“just relax, babygirl… hold on tight to me, and try to unclench.” he whispers as his arms wrap around you in a bear hug. “it’s gonna hurt for a sec, but i’m gonna be here, i’m gonna be so fucking gentle.” he breathes out, before slowly starting to push his tip inside of you.
“aah—!” you gasped, toes curling as you felt a pinch of pain, body tensing on instinct. “easy… relax your muscles, don’t clench, don’t tighten up.” toji murmurs, stroking your back as you tremble in his arms.
once he began to feel your walls contract and squeeze a bit less, he presses a few kisses to your cheek to distract you through the pain, before pushing more of his thick cock inside of you, inch by inch. “such a good girl… you’re doin' so well.” he praises, holding you as you whimpered in pain. “f-feels so big…”
he was almost fully in, and you were trembling from the unfamiliar sensation, tears blurring your vision. “t-toji…” you cried out, a hint of blood on his cock from popping your hymen. “shh, shh… almost all the way in. doin' such a good job. fuck, i’m so proud of you.” he whispers in your ear, refusing to move until he knows you’re ready for it.
finally, after a breather, he bottomed out, thrusting the last of his cock deep inside of you, your back arching slightly off the bed as your nails dig onto his back. “aah! it’s in!” you gasped, eyes wide with shock and nervousness. you looked down between your thighs, almost admiring the sight.
“there ya go… look at you, takin' my dick so well already.” he praises, pressing kisses on your cheeks and nose, making you breathlessly giggle for a moment. “your call, doll. want me to move?” he asks, staring down at you with lust and admiration for your bravery.
you nod softly, looking up at him with the need for guidance, and the pleasure you know only he can give you. “y-yes. please.” you whispered, your pussy clenching against his cock.
toji's hips began to slowly move back, and forward, carefully and gently thrusting his cock in and out of your pussy, being mindful of the speed and your comfort. at first, it did hurt, little winces and whimpers coming from you.
but then— it began to transform into something entirely different. it was such a heady, euphoric feeling, your eyes wide and lips parted as you gasp and moan. “aah—! t-toji!” you squealed in pleasure and confusion, your body temperature rising.
“fuckkk— there she is… feels good, huh?” toji smirks proudly, chest sheened with sweat as he continues to gives you slowwww, deep strokes, occasionally grinding and circling his hips snug against yours. “tell me, baby… how’s this dick feel?”
you could barely think, all you could feel was the fullness in your stomach, the way your pussy was so wet and creamy with desperation. you attempted to speak, babbling with pleasure. “mmn— s-so good! hah—!”
he was losing control now, hands moving to grab your hips, picking up the pace and pulling you to meet his deep, intentional thrusts. “so fucking tight, shit—“ toji growls, fucking you the way he’s been wanting to now.
he’s been waiting months for this very moment, he was utterly elevated, he could probably cum on the spot.
. . . an hour passes, so far, he’s made you orgasm about two times now— first time by penetration, second time by eating out that sweet pussy, and the third time was right around the corner.
“holy shit… can’t get enough of you, can’t stay away from this pussy.” toji groans, his grip bruising on you as he was now beneath you, having you ride him, giving you a sense of control.
you had just about lost your mind, moaning and mewling uncontrollably as your hips twitch and move up and down with need, desperate to make him finish. he’s been holding back, and you know it. your pussy was squeezing him so tight, his shaft soaked with your slick and your need. his hips thrust up to meet your bounces, head falling back against the pillow.
“t-toji, please… don’t h-hold back!” you panted heavily, continuing to ride him as his hands paw at your breasts and waist, as if trying to anchor himself. “cum for me, please…” you begged, moving a little faster.
“hah— fuck!” he groaned a bit loudly, his hips starting to lift up a bit more desperately to meet yours, twitching and stuttering as he loses his sense of rhythm. he’s never felt so desperate, never been so in love with anyone like this. “you want it? you want me to give ya what you need?”
toji then suddenly, sat up, before pushing you back down so you were beneath him, and quickly pulled his dick out, using one hand to stroke it, while his other was pleasuring your clit. “gonna cum— fuck— gonna paint this cute belly with my nut.”
you mewled and squirmed beneath him, thighs trembling and pussy clenching as you neared your own orgasm, chin slick with drool and face flush with extrusion and desire. “c-close!” you squealed, grinding your hips against his relentless hand.
after a few more strokes, toji groaned loudly, his hips bucking forward as he cums, the thick, white fluid splattering and dripping down to your stomach as he breaths heavily and grunts. “ungh— damn…!”
right on time, you came in tandem with him, pussy pulsing rhythmically as you cried out, your slick and cream smearing on his calloused fingers.
now, you both laid utterly spent, and soul tied to one another. toji was nearly crushing you as he was on top, hugging you tight. “so proud of you, baby. ya have no idea.” he breathed out, kissing your neck and caressing you everywhere he could reach.
“toji, you’re crushing me…” you huffed, exhausted and a bit amused from his clinginess.
this is where you were meant to be. spent, loved, and in toji’s arms. <3
⠀⠀⠀— fem!reader x husband!nanami, fluff with suggestive themes, bro loves his wife.
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Satoru Gojo was always a little shit. He just happened to have a seven-year-old accomplice now.
Your son was a carbon copy of his father. Same fluffy white hair, same bright blue eyes, same annoyingly perfect face. Your genes had taken one look at Gojo’s DNA, sighed, and given up completely.
And, of course, he had Limitless.
Which was why you walked into the backyard that Wednesday afternoon and found the two of them standing in the middle of the grass, looking far too proud of themselves.
Your son was hovering three centimeters above the grass, his tiny dark sunglasses perched proudly on his nose. They were completely unnecessary, of course, but he’d insisted on wearing them because Dad wore sunglasses too, and apparently that was enough reason.
In front of him stood Satoru, looking like the world’s most irresponsible father as he casually tossed pebbles at his son, watching each one stop in midair before it could touch him with pure delight.
“See? Perfect!” Satoru said, grinning. “Now try walking forward while keeping it up. No breaking concentration. You’re not just strong, you’re untouchable. You’re better than most of the kids at—”
“Satoru Gojo”
Both heads turned.
Satoru slowly looked over his shoulder, his smile already morphing into the unmistakable expression of a man who had just been caught doing something incredibly stupid and had decided charm was his only remaining defense.
“Hey, baby.” His grin widened. “You look beautiful today. It’s like the sun manifested in your face.”
You crossed your arms.
“You were throwing rocks at our son.”
“Supervised rocks.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“And you were about to tell him he’s better than most of the kids at school.”
“Well, that’s t—” Satoru stopped himself when he caught your glare.
Your son looked between the two of you and decided to help.
“Dad said if I get really good at Infinity, even you won’t be able to catch me when I’m in trouble.”
Satoru closed his eyes like he was in physical pain.
“…Buddy. We talked about the timing of honesty.”
You pointed toward the house.
“Both of you. Inside. Time-out. Now.”
Satoru blinked. “Both of us?”
“Yes. You for turning Infinity into a ‘get out of trouble free’ card, and him for looking way too excited about it.”
Your son finally lowered himself onto the grass, his little sunglasses sliding down his nose.
“But I was doing really good...”
“Hallway. Wall. Ten minutes.”
“Moooooom—”
“Fifteen.”
They disappeared into the house.
Ten minutes later, you walked past the hallway and found them sitting side by side against the wall. Mini-Gojo was cross-legged on the floor, tiny sunglasses still perched on his nose like he was serving time in juvenile detention. Stupid-Gojo had his legs stretched out beside him.
They looked identical. Same pout. Same furrowed brows. Same deeply offended expression of two people who had apparently been wronged by the justice system.
Your son leaned toward his father and whispered, “Dad... is Mom really mad?”
Satoru glanced toward you before whispering back, “Furious. And she’s the strongest person in this house, so maybe don’t make eye contact.”
You cleared your throat.
Both heads snapped up at the same time. Satoru immediately put on his most innocent smile. “We were reflecting.”
Your son nodded solemnly. “A lot.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And what did you learn?”
Your son opened his mouth. Satoru shot him a warning look. But it was already too late.
“That next time we should practice when mom’s at the store.”
Satoru dropped his head back against the wall with a groan.
You stared at them for a long second. Then you pointed at the wall again.
“Another fifteen minutes. Both of you.”
Mini-Gojo gasped. “Dad, you got us more time!”
“I regret teaching you how to talk.” Stupid-Gojo muttered under his breath.
They sat there in matching silence, matching white hair, matching blue eyes, matching punishment.
You walked away before either of them could see the smile you were fighting.
Behind you, there was a moment of silence. Then, very quietly:
“Dad?”
“Yeah, buddy?”
“Can Infinity get us out of time-out?”
Stupid-Gojo glanced down at Mini-Gojo.
“...Technically.”
“Satoru.”
“I’M KIDDING.”
You rolled your eyes and went back to whatever you’d been doing. It was only Wednesday. You sighed.
Content warnings: misandrist!reader x frat!jo, implied crush (on gojo’s end,) college au, misandry ofc, frat!jo is a part time masseuse, porn with no plot, fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk, banter, profanity, workplace sex, a bit of coercion, mouthy reader, idk if either of them are domming
The summer heat clung to the city like a second skin, making the small massage parlor tucked between a coffee shop and a laundromat feel like the only sanctuary for miles. You clutched the crumpled coupon in your hand, the one your roommate had shoved at you after winning it in some raffle, and pushed through the glass door with low expectations.
The bell above the entrance chimed softly, and the cool blast of air conditioning hit you immediately, carrying the faint scent of lavender oil and eucalyptus. You had been nursing a knot between your shoulder blades for weeks, the result of too many shifts hunched over countertops and wiping tables. With the promise of professional hands working out the tension finally convincing you to use the damn thing.
The receptionist barely looked up from her phone when you approached the counter, her bubblegum pink nails tapping against the screen. "Walk-in or appointment?" she asked, already reaching for the schedule book.
“Appointment for Saturday, 4pm.” You answered, sliding the coupon across the counter and explained that you had specifically requested a female therapist, because you’d rather die than have an awkward experience with some low tier male masseurs.
She glanced at the paper, then at the computer screen, and her expression shifted into something apologetic. "Sorry, but all our female staff are out today. We only have male staff available right now."
Before you could protest or ask to reschedule, a familiar voice cut through the lobby like a knife through butter. "Well, well, if it isn't the girl who thinks frats are the root of all evil."
You turned slowly, already dreading what you knew you would find, and there he was, Satoru Gojo, leaning against the doorway that led to the treatment rooms with that infuriating smirk plastered across his face. He was dressed in the standard uniform of black scrubs that somehow managed to look expensive on him, his white hair pushed back with a headband that kept it out of his eyes. The sight of him made your stomach drop, because of course your mortal enemy, a frat bro, would be working here of all places.
"You've got to be kidding me," you muttered, “Don’t you need a license for this?!” But before he could even explain you began backing toward the door. Satoru however pushed off from the doorframe and sauntered closer, his hands tucked into his pockets like he had all the time in the world. "What, scared I'll see you in a towel?" he teased, and the challenge in his voice made something stubborn flare to life in your chest. You had never backed down from him before, and you weren't about to start now just because he happened to work at the one place you needed to visit.
"I'd rather have anyone else," you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. Satoru just laughed, that bright, obnoxious sound that had grated on your nerves since the first day you met him at orientation. "Lucky for you, I'm the only one here. Unless you want to come back tomorrow when the girls are working, but something tells me that knot in your shoulder isn't going to wait." He was right, damn him, and you both knew it. The pain had been keeping you up at night, and the thought of another sleepless evening made you grit your teeth in resignation.
"Fine," you said through clenched teeth, "but if you make this weird, I'm leaving and filing a report." Satoru held up his hands in mock surrender, though the glint in his eyes suggested he was already planning something. He led you down a short hallway to a small room with a massage table in the center, the walls painted a soothing shade of pale blue. "Get undressed to your comfort level and lie face down," he instructed, his voice taking on a more professional tone that somehow made you even more nervous. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and the soft instrumental music playing from hidden speakers. You stripped down to your underwear and climbed onto the table, pulling the sheet up to cover yourself as best you could. The paper crinkled beneath you as you settled into position, and you tried to convince yourself that this was just a professional service, nothing more. Satoru was still the same arrogant frat boy you had despised since freshman year, and no amount of massage oil was going to change that.
Men aren’t shit anyways, especially fraternity whores like him. What the hell were his credentials anyways? but you figured if he was good with his hands one way, maybe he could be useful for once. Best case scenario you’ll never have to speak if this moment again.
When he knocked and entered, the room seemed to shrink around his presence. You heard him moving around, the soft click of bottles being opened and the squirt of lotion into his palms. "This might be a little cold at first," he warned, and then his hands were on your shoulders, warm and surprisingly gentle as they began to work the tension from your muscles. Despite everything, you had to admit that he knew what he was doing. His fingers found knots you didn't even know existed, working them loose with firm, practiced strokes that made you bite back a groan of relief.
"So what's your problem with frats anyways…or guys in general? You not into men or something?" he asked conversationally, his thumbs pressing into the space between your shoulder blades. You tensed for a moment, then forced yourself to relax as he continued his ministrations.
"I-I don’t know? I guess?? Honestly they’re just a bunch of entitled assholes who think they own the place," you replied, your voice muffled by the face cradle. Satoru hummed thoughtfully, his hands never pausing in their work. "And you think I'm one of them entitled men?" he asked, genuinely curious rather than defensive.
"You're literally the president of Sigma Chi, and aren’t you some trust fund baby? You’re probably worse than most men."
His laugh was softer this time, less mocking and more self-deprecating. "Fair point. But maybe we're not all the same." His hands moved lower, working along your spine with long, sweeping strokes that made your skin tingle. You wanted to argue, to list all the reasons why fraternities were a blight on campus life, but his touch was making it hard to focus on anything except how good it felt.
“Plus, i’ve been cut off from my dad for a good two months. after i trashed his yacht he was so done with me..” You didn’t know what to say to that. And he sounded so, hesitant? Which seems quite unusual but you weren’t easy enough to let a sob story change your mind about frat nepo babies like him.
The massage continued in relative silence for a while, broken only by the occasional instruction from Satoru to breathe deeper or relax a particular muscle. His hands were confident and sure, moving from your shoulders down to the small of your back, then lower still until his fingers brushed the edge of the towel covering your ass. "Umm, y’mind if I work on your glutes?" he asked, his voice professional but with an undercurrent of something else. "A lot of tension builds up there from sitting in lectures all day."
You hesitated for a moment, then nodded against the face cradle. “Y-yeah…whatever, it’s fine…”
After your confirmation his hands slipped under the towel, and you felt the cool air hit your skin as he folded it down. The first touch of his palms against your bare ass made you jump slightly, but his touch remained clinical and focused as he began to knead the muscles there. Despite your best efforts to remain detached, you could feel heat pooling low in your belly, a reaction that had nothing to do with the massage and everything to do with the way his fingers dug into your flesh with just the right amount of pressure.
"You're really tight here," he murmured, his voice closer than you expected. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your ear, and your mind briefly flashed it another scenario where he might say a sentence like that. His hands continued their work, spreading your cheeks slightly as he worked deeper into the muscle, and you had to bite your lip to keep from making a sound.
The silence stretched between you, filled only by the soft music playing from somewhere in the room. His hands continued their work, and you found yourself relaxing into his touch despite every instinct telling you not to.
Soon the quiet became unbearable, and to feel some semblance of dignity, you finally spoke up. "Y’know, this doesn't change anything, right?Just because you're good at this doesn't mean I suddenly support everything you stand for."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied. "Though I have to admit, having you here, letting me touch you like this...with these thoughts in my head? It's doing things to me that probably violate several massage therapy ethics codes."
You lifted your head to glare at him. But your flustered expression betrayed you. "Satoru Gojo! What is wrong with you?!”
"What? I'm just being honest. You've been driving me crazy for months. The way you look at me with such undeniable loathing, it really does something for me.”
Is he…okay?
"Aren’t you supposed to be professional?" You reminded him, but you didn't move a single bit away from his touch. "Professional went out the window the moment you walked through that door," he admitted. "I've been trying to get you alone for weeks. This massage appointment was the perfect excuse."
"You planned this?"
"More like I took advantage of an opportunity," he said. "When I saw your name on the schedule, I may have...rearranged some things to make sure I was the one who got to work on you, and I may have bribed the front desk lady to help me out too.”
"That's incredibly unprofessional," you chided, but you couldn't quite muster the outrage you thought you should feel. What the hell was happening?
"She’s a sucker for romantic gestures. Plus, can you blame me? I think you’re gorgeous, even when you're all angry, and I've been wondering if you're as responsive to touch as you are to your man-hating." His hands moved to your lower back, and you shivered despite the warmth of the room. "Satoru, we shouldn't..."
"Shouldn't what?" he asked, his voice dropping lower. "Shouldn't acknowledge that there's something between us? That maybe all this arguing has been foreplay?"
"It's not foreplay," you protested weakly. "It's ideological opposition."
"Mhm. And ideological opposition has never made anyone want to kiss someone senseless, right?"
You turned your head to look at him, and the intensity in his blue eyes made your breath catch. "This is a terrible idea."
"Probably," he agreed, leaning closer. "But I've been having terrible ideas about you for months now."
"Like what?" The question slipped out before you could stop it.
"Like what it would feel like to have you underneath me," he said, his hands still moving in slow circles on your back. "Like how you'd sound when you finally let go of all that control. Like whether you'd still be mouthy with me while I was inside you."
"S-Satoru," you breathed, and it came out more like a plea than a protest.
"Tell me to stop," he said, his hands pausing. "Tell me this is crossing a line and I'll back off. But if you want this too..."
Instead of answering, you lifted your hips slightly, an invitation that made his breath catch audibly. His hands moved with more purpose now, one sliding between your legs to cup your pussy through the thin fabric of your underwear while the other continued to massage your ass.
The touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure racing through your body, and you couldn't help the soft moan that escaped your lips.
"Lift your legs for me," he instructed, his voice low and commanding in a way that made your stomach flip. You complied without thinking, raising your knees and spreading them apart so that he had better access. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down, leaving you exposed to the cool air and his heated gaze. "Fuck," he breathed, and the reverence in his voice made you feel powerful rather than vulnerable.
His fingers found your pussy with unerring accuracy, sliding through your wetness with a confidence that spoke of experience. He circled your clit with gentle pressure, building the tension slowly as his other hand continued to massage your ass, spreading you open for his touch. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and you found yourself rocking back against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was offering.
He worked one finger inside you, then two, curling them to find that spot that made your back arch off the table. "Fuck, you're tight. Been thinking about this pussy for months."
"Stop talking," you demanded, but your hips rocked against his hand.
"Can't help it. You make me want to say the filthiest things." He added a third finger, stretching you. "Like how I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. Like how I'm going to make you come so hard you forget why you ever hated me."
"Satoru," you moaned, and the sound seemed to drive him wild.
"That's it, baby. Let me hear you." His fingers moved faster, his thumb working your clit in tight circles. "Want to feel you come apart on my hand before I fuck you senseless."
The orgasm build up had you gripping the edges of the massage table as his fingers worked you higher. When it finally crashed over you, your whole body shook with the force of it, your walls clamping around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed through you. Satoru worked you through it, his touch gentle but insistent, until you were boneless and panting against the table.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, and you heard the soft sound of him sucking them clean. The intimacy of the gesture made your face burn, but there was no regret in his voice when he spoke again. "Turn over," he said, and there was a question in his tone that gave you the option to refuse. But you didn't want to refuse, not when your body was still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm and the promise of more.
You rolled onto your back, and the sight of him standing between your spread legs made your breath catch. His scrubs were tented at the front, evidence of how affected he was by what had just happened. "This doesn't change anything," you said, but the words lacked their usual venom. Satoru just smiled, that same infuriating smirk but somehow softer around the edges. "Whatever you say," he replied, reaching for the hem of his shirt.
The rest of his clothes joined yours on the bench, and then he was parting his legs against the table with you, his body covering yours as his mouth found your neck. His cock pressed against your thigh, hard and insistent, and you reached down to wrap your fingers around him. He groaned against your skin, his hips bucking into your touch as you stroked him slowly.
"Condom," you managed to say, and he reached for his discarded scrubs, pulling one from his wallet with practiced ease. The foil packet crinkled as he tore it open, and then he was rolling it down his length with shaking hands.
You weren’t sure whether you were relieved or disgusted with the revelation that he carried condoms to work. But when he finally pushed inside you, you simply couldn’t think. The stretch was perfect, filling you completely as your bodies moved together in a satisfying rhythm.
Satoru was elated. He had amazing and scandalous sex before, albeit not at work with his one sided little enemy over here. He hated how easily your walls clamped against him.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his forehead pressed against yours. "Better than I imagined, and I imagined this a lot."
"Less talking, more fucking," you demanded, wrapping your legs around his waist.
"Yes ma'am," he said, picking up the pace. Each thrust hit that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.
"Satoru," you moaned, digging your nails into his back. "H-harder."
He obliged, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force. The massage table creaked beneath you, but neither of you cared. "Been wanting to-fuck…do this for so long," he panted. "Watching you in class, wanting to bend you over a desk and fuck that attitude right out of you."
"S-shit didn’t change…I still have the attitude," you gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Good. I like you mean." He shifted the angle, and you cried out as he hit something devastating inside you. "There it is…That's the spot, isn't it?"
"Don't stop," you begged, and he didn't. His hand found your clit again, rubbing tight circles as he fucked you harder. "Want to feel you cum on my cock. Want to feel you squeeze me while you scream my name."
"Close," you warned, and he doubled his efforts.
"Cum f’me, baby," he demanded. "Gotta feel it."
You shattered around him, your orgasm even more intense than the first. He fucked you through it, his own release following shortly after as he buried himself deep inside you.
Afterward, you lay tangled together on the narrow massage table, both of you breathing hard in the aftermath. Satoru pressed a soft kiss to your temple and cheek before tilting your chin ans kissing your mouth. The gesture was so at odds with everything you thought you knew about him that it made your chest tight.
"So…Y’still hate frats?" he asked, his voice muffled against your hair.
"Maybe not all of their members," you admitted, and felt him smile against your skin. "Though this doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to start wearing Greek letters or anything."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he sighed, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "Though I wouldn't mind if you wore my shirt sometime. Just to see how it looks on you."
"One step at a time, Gojo," you warned, but you were smiling too. "This was... really unexpected."
"Good unexpected or bad unexpected?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
"Good," you admitted. "Surprisingly good. Though I still think your fraternity is a waste of time and resources."
"Fair enough," he said, helping you off the table. "But maybe we could agree to disagree? Maybe over dinner sometime?"
"Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
a/n: i wrote this while in a long car ride. i wrote most of it but obviously i edited and finished the rest when i got to where i was staying
also sidenote, do u think my writing has improved?
+ i might do incel!gojo next some day when i get all my other wips sorted out
SYNOPSIS: you ask your boyfriend what language he thinks in.
NOTES: suggestive, 18+, you speak english, established relationship, cosy n sleepy. probably needs another proofread aha
your bedroom is toasty, with remnants of your citrus honey perfume you sprayed on before you rushed to work in the morning and lingers of your boyfriend’s infamous smoky sweet smell from where he undressed moments ago to lay beside you.
under the covers beside bakugou katsuki, you couldn’t imagine anywhere safer. you both purposely decided to go to bed early (early for you, not for him) just so you had enough time to make out like teenagers.
you’re in your pyjamas, a lilac soft camisole and old granny striped panties from years ago. they’ve slightly lost their elasticity, a little out of shape but that’s the reason you love them so. also they always manage to get a hearty laugh from katsuki despite their lack of sex appeal. they don’t bother him, he’ll still tug them off with his teeth.
you’ve got your pale pink silk bonnet on, tied to a bow around your head. you’ve tried getting bakugou to wear one, protecting his blonde locks but you’re lost on getting it to stay during the night. it ends up by his feet on the bed, the floor, his face, one time your face. you’ve given up, buying him a silk pillowcase for when he stays over.
the silk is cold on your cheek as you share a pillow on your double bed. nose to nose, body to body.
katsuki is way too big for your bed, the width of his shoulder covers half of your side and it’s something you should complain about… though you can’t when all that toned raw muscle cuddles you to his chest.
it’s quiet in your room, aside from the smacking of your lips, katsuki’s low grumbles that rumble from the pit of his stomach. then when he bites on your bottom lip, it’s a little whine that accidentally flutters out.
it’s a few seconds of staring at your sleepy lover in the dark while your lips are apart, breathless. your hand cups his cheeks and bakugou tugs you closer to him by your hip. you know he’s aroused, he struggles to hide it on a good day but in your bed with his guard down, he finds no reason to.
he squeezes your waist harshly, pushing out a shaky exhale from you like a squeaky toy.
“you’re so beautiful,” he mumbles, guttural like the truth is pulled out from him without his permission. being alone with you does this to him. has him struggling to lie and not say what’s on his mind. katsuki wouldn’t have it any other way.
his skin is shiny from the expensive moisturiser you recommended, making him appear like a baby that just got doused in vaseline. luscious. healthy and stunning with his plucked eyebrows and scar right under his cheekbone.
“no, you are,” you reply, shutting him up by giving him another kiss.
it’s a leisurely kiss. you feel his jaw widen as he tilts his head over yours. your tongues tangle for fun, as if you’re playing a pointless game where you’re both going to win. bakugou manages to suck on yours and without meaning to another whine slips from you.
the only thing on your mind is bakugou katsuki.
you pull away from him, a quick peck on his lip before blinking at him.
“what?” katsuki breathes, tapping your ass cheek twice before resting back on your waist. then he decides to sneak his hand under your cami, his hand cosy under the fabric.
“what language do you think in?” you ask, running the pad of your thumb over his cheek scar.
“why’re you thinkin’ about that?” he rubs his top lip on his septum then he grabs your hand off his face to kiss your thumb. he’s always transferring your love back to you.
you hum inconspicuously, “i’m thinking about you.”
“japanese, baby. then i translate in my head to talk to you.”
katsuki wants to go back to feeling his lips over yours, tasting every inch of you. but now he’s studying the sleepy sadness in your eyes, how you jut out your bottom lip like you’ve just been wronged.
you’re not wearing anything under your camisole so he’s able to run his thumb on the underside of your breasts.
“what’s wrong with that?” he asks, trying to figure you out.
bakugou katsuki finds that having a girlfriend often means having to learn another new language. that when you tuck yourself away from him after an argument in the car, it means you want him to talk and not that you need space. that when you want to get dessert, he has to also say yes. you can’t get dessert alone, even if he doesn’t want any.
you huff softly, running your hand down his bare stone carved chest to the rim of his cotton shorts.
“it sounds like a lot of work you have to do mentally to be with me. i want it to be easy.”
bakugou frowns. you’re disappointed, fucking heartbroken by the looks of it. he wants to laugh, how silly you can get when your unfiltered thoughts come out. you wouldn’t admit something like this during the day, you’d probably make a joke that he should be working his brain to keep up with you.
but you’re softened and closer to the dreamworld than you are on the bed with him.
“it’s not like that, princess. i don’t gotta think twice,” he half shrugs, “it’s not a conscious thing anymore. i just think and out my mouth is english. nothin’ deep.”
you’re not having it, sighing to yourself, “i’m gonna get really good at japanese for you. i’m not bad at it.”
“your pronunciation is amazin’,” he smiles at you, ducking forward to kiss your lips.
“thanks,” you mumble, opting to feel him up instead.
your hand smooths up his chunky bicep, then down the deep chisels of his back. bakugou thinks you’ve moved on, that he can go back to smushing his face against your pretty one when you speak again.
“there’s a whole world in your head i don’t know about.”
you look at his necklace when you speak, an old gold chain of yours that you gave to him. it was too thick on you and it suits him perfectly. you tug on it, feeling each ridge between your fingers.
“hm?” he pushes you to explain.
“words that can’t translate. the dreams you must have. you know how you can read translated poetry and the notes about the poem are longer than the poem itself? that’s your head and i’m outside of it.” you whisper, holding onto his chain while you kiss him like you feel lonely. though he’s right there.
but bakugou doesn’t pout back. you’ve got him thinking.
“you should be an outsider when i’m with you and your friends or you and your family. i think i know english and then you’re saying words and phrases that i can’t understand. all sounds like gibberish to me.”
“that’s like made up words and slang. you’re still fluent. it’s not the same,” you poke back.
bakugou chuckles, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes. he pulls your hand to rest on the centre of his chest and he places his hand over yours. you feel the gentle patter of his heartbeat, it soothes you.
“‘m not fuckin’ fluent.”
you nudge closer to him, unable to not be all over him for a second. you sling your leg over his waist, hugging him to you and running your nose along his ear.
“yes you are. you know everything.”
“you don’t know what it’s like to argue with you.”
that makes you pause which makes bakugou turn back on his side to look at you.
you purse your lips then relax, “what do you mean?”
“when you’re mad at me, you speak fast as hell, usually cussing me with words i’ve never thought to put together and you’re so quick with it. so fuckin’ quick.”
you’re unsure how being quick is different to speaking fast.
bakugou can tell you’re still confused. “my brain just can’t keep up. like i’m still translatin’ the last sentence and now you’re tellin’ me to go fuck myself ‘cause i’m a shit piece.”
you giggle at that. piece of shit, he knows.
“i think you’re making excuses because i’m always right,” you play.
bakugou shrugs, “maybe baby. but it’s so fuckin’ hard. i know what i wanna say when we argue but then you’re already on to the next point and i haven’t answered the first and then ‘cause i’m not talkin’ ‘cause im tryin’ to think, you think i don’t care.”
it’s easier to talk about arguing when you’re not arguing.
“oh kats. that makes me sad. i’ll be more patient—,”
“no, no. i wanna be able to handle it.” he squeezes your hand.
“it’s not something to handle. i see when you argue with kiri and deku. you’re quick then, even though i don’t know what you’re talking about,”
bakugou grins, “i do like when you call me a fuckin’ dickhead.” he mimics your accent, his own chesty chuckle falling out when you put your hand on his face and grimace loudly.
he kisses the centre of your palm and the tickle causes you to pull away.
“i’ll be better for you,” you whisper and bakugou shakes his head.
“no, i will.” you finalise.
bakugou sighs softly, knowing your mind won’t change.
you chew the inside of your cheek, a sign you’re dying to speak.
“go on then, baby.” he smiles.
“english isn’t even a romantic language. nothing sounds pretty, if anything it’s a pretty evil language—,”
bakugou stuffs his head into your neck, pushing you back into the bed softly. he begins nibbling on a soft spot before resting his lips on top in a wet kiss. he rubs over your lower back in slow circles.
“too much thinkin’, baby,” he works on your neck, loving how you mould your body into his, “it’s romantic ‘cause i’m talkin’ to you. your birthday cards, even your texts to me sound like poetry.”
you grunt to yourself. you are a good writer.
“you speak english at work. it’s not always romantic for you.”
bakugou rests on his forearm, hovering over you. “i can speak any language i want at work and people will find a way to listen.”
there’s the humility you love in your boyfriend.
“but i love talkin’ and understandin’ you. your big ass world in there,” he taps your temple with the tip of your finger, “the only benefit to knowin’ this language is i get to know you.”
you awe before you can help it and bakugou hangs his head in a blush. he manhandles your body with a single hand, pulling you closer under his arm.
“maybe english is romantic.” you hum, “and don’t lie to me. you need english for me and to watch those american superhero movies without subtitles.”
bakugou looks up at you grinning, nudging his nose into your cheek, “not true. the japanese dub is sick. rather listen to it in japanese.”
you can’t push your smile off, “so just me?”
he nods like a lovesick fool, droopy sleepy eyes and a wandering hand. “just you, princess.”
with your mind settled and tonight’s questions answered, you and bakugou go back to learning each other's language.
this time bakugou lets you sink your tongue into his mouth. wet kiss after wet kiss, your nails satisfyingly scratching through his hair and scalp.
bakugou moans into your mouth, sending vibrations throughout your body. “i love you.”
“i love you and thank you for letting me win all the arguments. you need to level up before you can fight me,” you giggle against his lips.
bakugou rolls his eyes, he’s got you back, bubbly and tender in his arms.
“yeah, yeah, princess,” he grins at you, looking over your body. he brushes his hand over your clothed groin, your fluffy pubic hair all tucked under your high waisted panties. “d’you wanna take these off for me? wanna hear you moan for me.”
you look like he just offered to eat you out. shiny eyes, pawing down his chest, finger already hooking in your underwear.
“head, please,” you say politely, the sweet back and forth that gets you internally giggling at yourself and bakugou always rolling his eyes.
“that’s a word i learnt from you. head. through context clues and all. didn’t learn that at school in japan.” he shakes his head, helping you yank off your underwear. he tucks the fabric under his pillow to find it easily later.
“what would you call it? cunnilingus?” you look at your boyfriend, shirtless and sexy, hike your legs over his shoulders as he ducks down to lay on his stomach between your legs.
“the fuck is that?” he blurts, forcing his eyes from your glistening pussy to your pretty face, hitched up from your pillow.
“the proper word for eating pussy.” you say.
bakugou blinks at you, “repeat it f’me.”
“cunnilingus.”
bakugou repeats it after you as if he’s tasting every syllable on his tongue. though since he’s so close to you, your hips inch up in his face without meaning to.
he ignores you for the time being, “i don’t like that word.”
“w-what would you say?” you ask, licking your bottom lip. despite the rising heat over your body, you’re still curious.
“eating pussy.” he smirks like an idiotic boy that just said a bad word. he spreads your thighs apart, rubbing his cheek against your inner thigh.
“oh. duh,” you laugh flustered, thoughts all on a one track road. he’s so gorgeous. sexy. you wanna drag him up to kiss him, you also wanna be touched. “can you? eat my pussy?”
bakugou says something to you, full japanese with beaming cheeks. his lips curl around every syllable, fluent and unfamiliar to you yet home on katsuki’s tongue. his smile doesn’t let up, he punctuates his comment by kissing your thigh.
“what?” you whimper, breathless just from his mouth close to your centre.
“said you’re a brat.” he translates, spreading you open with his thumbs. damn. he might have to fuck you after.
“yours, though.”
he agrees, looking straight at your wet folds just from a little kissing. he ensures that he says his next words directly to you so there’s no mistranslation, “mine. and i’m yours.”
comments n tags appreciated! part two comments will be deleted.
“as if you’re playing a pointless game where you’re both going to win.”
“with your mind settled and tonight’s questions answered, you and bakugou go back to learning each other's language.” OUCH, Luna, IM SPEECHLESS. oh my GOD. I’m going to bed all giddy again thanks to u (I NEED him badly) ｡ ﾟ(｡ﾉ＼｡)ྀིྀི ﾟ｡
Btw, this scene reminded me so much of a film called “Past Lives”, where the main couple has a conversation about a very similar topic. When two people have different native languages, it feels like there’s a whole part of each other’s inner world they can never fully access because of the language barrier.
It’s such a dense, deep scene, and yet it feels so… “mundane” at the same time. (To me, the whole filme carries this energy actually!) I mean, it’s just life being life, the way things are. But those feelings carry so much weight, a kind of loneliness that can’t be solved just by being present. After all, it’s a whole part of who we are. But you approached it with such tenderness and domestic intimacy. I really love the way they (I mean, we?? me and kats yeah) talk through things together, I could really relate to yn overthinking about this in that moment. I also really like how you usually write Katsuki as a native Japanese speaker who's speaking English with reader (or whatever our native language is, that's how I always picture it!). It adds such a human touch for some reason, and I adore that.
In a way, I relate to it a little!! English isn’t my first language, and there’s always that feeling of being slightly “out of place,” trying to fit into a space (for me, I mean social media!) where it’s spoken so naturally and familiarly, with all the slang, tones, and little expressions that come with it. But at the same time, there’s something so rewarding about slowly feeling like you’re crossing that barrier, little by little, even if you’re doing it in your own way. It doesn’t always sound completely natural lol, but it’s still such a good feeling to realize you’re kinda getting there.
Anyway!! I LOVE iiit sm!! With every post, you somehow find a way to make me love your writing even more than the last one. At this point, I think almost half of my entire recs blog is just your drabbles and fics lol. I absolutely love the way you write everything so vividly and tangibly! it feels so SO cinematic. The DIALOGUES that you make, I LOVE THEM. I'm such a huge fan of reading and also writing like this! I genuinely adore the way you narrate those little specific details, the touches, textures, glances. It's something I really relate with and also inspires me a lot.
Again, it's all so ordinary, yet it feels so special and intimate!! UGHH It always reminds me of that concept that okay, sound a bit cliché, but there’s really so much beauty in the tiniest details and the ordinary moments of life?? lol
omg this turned out HUGE. sorry if anything sounds wrong! anyway, angel!! 😭 Thank u so much for writing for us!! Love love! ♡♡
Bakugo really…really ….REALLYY wants you to wake him up with head.
It all started from a stupid conversation with Denki, Kiri, and Sero.
“She likes what?”
“Yeah man.” Sero grabs his drink and slouches back on the couch, “She’s somehow even wetter in the morning when I do it too.”
Bakugo groaned at this discussion, he just wanted to relax for his day off at home, but the three stooges came in with snacks, drinks, and a new video game to play.
Sero started to talk about his ex he is slowly starting to get back together with and that’s when he revealed he enjoys waking her up by eating her out.
“Sometimes, she does it to me back if she’s feeling nice….It’s the world’s best alarm clock. “
“…Yeah…it is…”
“No way, you too?!”
“It was only like twice!” Kiri throws his hands up surrendering, “Mina asked about it the night before and that was right before my birthday and…well—-“
“Oh my gosh you guys ain’t shit…”
“Wh-what?” Denki laughs catching a thrown popcorn in his mouth Bakugo through at him, “You shouldn’t even be grossed out, we KNOW you and Y/N definitely wake each ither up with sex.”
“Hell yeah, you both are little nyphos—“
“WE’RE NOT?!…we don’t do that freaky shit either.”
“Really? Couldve fooled me. You should try it though, bet you’ll stop looking so pissed off all the time.”
“Everybody get out.”
———
A few days passed since that visit with his boys, and at first it didn’t cross his mind, you and Bakugo have an extremely healthy love and sex life. Very vanilla, with a few moments of extra spicy moments here and there, but for the most part no complaints on either side.
But these past couple days been a bit rough.
Not only have you both been busy, but while scrolling on twitter his little fbi buddy in his phone must have heard his conversation again, because a LIKED video by Denki popped up on his feed of a girl sucking her man’s dick while he slept, and he eventually woke up.
The video rung in his head for a while, until he imagined the scenario with you and him.
Now it’s a week later and he isn’t only horny, but he wants to know the feeling of waking up with your mouth on him.
Bakugo, has made a lot of progress from when you both started dating to now on how to communicate things to each other properly—-he has his own way of doing so, but he gets it done .
Today will be no different.
It was the night before his day off, not yours and you both had some free time earlier that evening to relax with each other, and after some convincing for you to spend the night at his place you both are chilling on his bed watching some movie.
“N/N….”
“Hm.”
Your sleepy voice almost made him flinch, he never wanted to ask you anything when you were less than sober or tired, but it wasn’t until you looked up at him from his chest his hesitation stopped.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you sleepy?”
“Not really. Why?”
“Have you ever uh….thought about waking me up? “
“…No, but I can now. Just don’t slap me when I shake yo—“
“No, I mean.” His cheeks were getting so warm, he usually isn’t this vocal about sex unless he’s actually in the midst of it, but mama ain’t raise no pussy so—-
“Have you ever thought about waking each other up with sex—“
“oh.”
“…like my mouth on you and….”
“My mouth on you.”
Your voice was already dripping with interest, your body sitting up further with a mischievous smile, “I have actually. Especially when you wake up hard, it’s kinda hot—“
“I CAN’T CONTROL THAT.”
“That’s what’s hot about it…but is this limited to just…our mouths?”
Bakugo found this conversation already heavy with sexual tension, his eyes not leaving your lips, and awkwardly trying to adjust his sweats in his seat that you obviously noticed,
“Just…sex. Wake each other up with sex. Mouth…hands—-whatever I don’t care!”
You laugh, as many times you both have done it, he still gets shy with sex talk. It was cute. “…Just give me consent and I will do it more often than not. But on 2 conditions.”
“Whatever you want.”
“1. if you don’t want to be woken up the next morning you have to tell me, no feelings will be hurt about it and if you do don’t wear any underwear.”
“Okay….pervert. What’s the second.”
“Seriously don’t smack or hit me out of reflex if I do.”
“OBVIOUSLY I WON’T. You consent too? Conditions apply to both of us.”
“Of course.”
—————-
Despite already having sex not too long after that conversation, you still had to get up extra early for work, and since you woke up just early enough to have some free time, you decided to try out his offer.
It was easier to access his body considering he was naked from the night before….and have morning wood. You peel the blanket off his body. Bakugo’s dick twitching at the cold air as he sleeps so peacefully on his back, you spread his legs and lay on your stomach to kiss his warm thighs to test the waters, and he did twitch his eyebrows a little…but so did his dick.
You smile at his reaction, taking hold of him gently, a feeling you’re oh so familiar with, you a long strip against his shaft.
Bakugo didn’t move much, but what you did notice while licking him is that he is much more whiney when he’s sleep.
“Y-y/n…”
He sounded so needy, but you couldn’t focus on that right now considering once he wakes up you have to get dressed and head to work.
Hips bucking lightly you take half of him inside your mouth, it was already watering by the time you finishing teasing his tip. It didn’t take long until Bakugo moaned out your name again.
“Damn it—-you—-…”
“Good morning.” A loud pop comes from your lips as your stroke him to orgasm, the loud wet noises made him embarrassed, covering his eyes with his hand, but his hips following the rhythm of your hand,”Eager, huh.”
“Shut—ah!”
Seeing you put your mouth back on him, bobbing up and down was always the key to making him cum faster, even if his vision was still blurred from sleep.
You kissed his trembling body up to his panting lips, sleepy breath or not you just had to kiss him one last time.
“You were fake sleeping half way weren’t you.”
Though his eyes were still covered by his arm, he smirked.
perverted nerd!jo can't help but jerk it to your sleeping face..
content warning:: somno ish?, the title speaks for itself, he jerks it while you’re sleeping on the couch in your shared apartment <3
art @/ nekozuu_
you studied for hours. you changed places at least ten times hoping it would help — it didn't. you had put your headphones on.
taken them off.
made tea to relax. taken a shower, to relax.
literally gone over every single thing you could to get your head in the game for your big test tomorrow and failing.
the last place you ended up before completely passing out was the couch.
your laptop on your lap but it had now half fallen off because you had slowly moved closer to lay down on the couch.
at least that's what satoru saw when he came home from studying in the library all day.
he tried to avoid you. tomorrow he too had a big test.
and you had been distracting him constantly. your cute little faces. the way you smelled — it was actually addicting.
the way his grades once were.
you had taken over and even now after attempting to ignore it all day. he was immediately drawn to you.
his feet acted faster then his brain did moving before he even decided to do so.
he bend down beside you grabbing the laptop and putting it on the table. you were still in your clothes a small soft white blanket wrapped around you. the ones you had draped over the couch to make it all cosy. the entire apartment smelled of you.
satoru could only recognise it as the scent you carried after you showered. his hand trailed through your hair — gently not to wake you.
studying must've been hell for you today and he couldn't even help you with it because you were slowly driving him crazy.
you looked absolutely exhausted and somehow still as beautiful as always.
he sighed his hand caressing your head. a soft sleepy moan escaped your mouth.
the type you let out when you got into your bed comfortably.
but for satoru it was more then that. it was all it took for his pants to tent, he should've felt ashamed. he did.
but you were distracting as always, distracting him from his studies distracting him from his morals. slowly his hand made its way down to his tented pants his hand still touching your warm sleeping face while he did so.
he did feel ashamed but not nearly enough because the pleasure it brought him overpowered that shame.
no shame wasn't really what's he felt when he was finally so close to you again after avoiding you all day.
your scent filled his nose completely before he knew it he had his cock fucking into his hands while his other, now gone from your face covered his mouth. the scent of you still clung to his skin. his eyes nearly rolled back at your scent so close to him.
it truly was addicting ..
he couldn't risk being loud around you and he knew he was.
he had to wait for you to leave the apartment usually to jerk off to your panties or whatever your pictures but this was so much better.
he could smell you — see your beautiful face. somehow you were even more beautiful to him sleeping, your features soft and unknown.
unknown to how filthy he was. how badly he wanted to ruin you and how badly he wanted to cum inside of you instead of his hand.
he thought about it. how pretty your pussy would be, a pretty girl like you would surely have the prettiest pussy he could imagine how warm you felt gripping onto him.
his nails practically dug into his cheek trying to keep his whimpers from falling through his lips.
if you saw him like this... you wouldn't look at him ever again.
he had already put such work into making sure you'd become his roommate...
it wasn't for nothing your last one suddenly changed you for a new roommate.
leaving you without housing, perfect timing because weeks earlier he made sure to get as close to you as he possibly could be.
helped you with your homework — exams. presentations.
outside of that you spoke to him more and more when you said suddenly you got kicked out. he had a place for you. maybe that's what he felt a bit bad about, the fact you probably had struggled all day with something he could so easily help you with.
if only you could help him with his issue..
whimpers silently fell from his lips. when he came he made sure to catch it all in his hands finally letting go of his mouth and collecting his cum. he also made sure to look at your beautiful face when he did so, he was used to closing his eyes; to imagine you smiling at him or giggling at something but now? he actually got the privilege of looking at you while he covered his hands..
one day.... maybe you'd see how devoted he was to you.
for now... he just had to wash his hands off snap a picture of your cute sleeping face and carry you to your room.
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a/n - i love me some perverted satoru i may continue this bc i wanna make him a lil pervvvvv MASTERLIST
well, maybe... just a tiny crush. you're the sweetest girl he knew around, considerate, and the leader-type. not fit for someone like him. to be more specific, sukuna thinks you're weirded by him because of his looks, he has tons of piercings; in his ears, eyebrows, and chin, he even has tattoos around his arms.
but when he got the guts to finally ask you on a date? he didn't expect you to say yes.
he took off everything. his piercings and covered himself up to ease his tattoos.
but here you are, wore the same dark colors he would usually wear. styled yourself with accessories although you don't have piercings or tattoos yourself. it's far different from the usual pastel or light clothes you wore. while on the other hand, sukuna eased himself to match you.
it was awkward.
“you took off your piercings?” you questioned. looking at him closely. it's the first time you've seen him without it.
“i thought you didn't like it” sukuna looked away. feeling embarrassed.
“no! I—... I like it” you muttered and looked down on your feet. finally feeling the heat building on your cheeks.
it was silent. it was deafening. maybe you should've thought how to handle it beforehand. sukuna breaks the silence when he remembered the bouquet he bought earlier.
“i like your dress” he finally met your gaze, sukuna handed you the bouquet.
“especially the color.. it's my favorite” he continued and cleared his throat.
“i like your outfit too, ryo” you chuckled as he guided you to his car.
the date night went surprisingly well. sukuna kept asking if something happened for you to wear different style of clothes.
“i wanted to match you” you confessed.
“and so am i” he turned to you.
there was a pause, but you broke a laugh when you realized the situation.
“so... do you want to hang out again?” sukuna asked nervously.
pairings: Baker!Higuruma x chubby!fem reader x Baker!Nanami
mdni 18+: your lonliness has been at an all time high since your bum ass boyfriend cheated on you. So, you end up in a small bakery where you can eat your sorrows away. But, when you see the two hot owners of the establishment, you wonder whether they can eat you?
includes: chubby/curvy reader | EIFFEL TOWER | pussy eating | fingering | everyone making out w/each other | oral sex (f + m receiving) | food play | squirting | cum everywhere
You're walking around the street alone, dress and hair sticking to your body from the rain, heels nowhere to be found, and mascara running down your puffy cheeks.
You were supposed to meet up at your boyfriend's place for your anniversary dinner. You spent hours on your look. From the products you put in your hair, to the dress that accentuates your gorgeous figure, all the way down to the heels you bought for this occasion. You guys were planning on going to a well known restaurant downtown—well more like you were planning it. Your boyfriend kind of let you take the reins on the whole thing. You made the reservation months in advance and made sure to tell him everyday to cancel any work plans he had that day. So, it is a shocker to you when you walk up to his place, open the door with the spare key he gave you, and see some bitch bouncing on your boyfriend's dick like she has all the time in the world.
You stand there in shock, but it seems like they haven't noticed you from the loud moaning and slapping of skin. So, you decide to do what any normal person would do—scream and start smashing his shit.
You first grab the nearest vase and throw it straight at the wall near their heads grabbing their attention. "The fuck?" screams the chick who's name you don't even care to know. You then take off your heels and chuck each at both of them.
"You asshole! How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through, you fuck it up for some whore?" Your eyes are stinging with tears but you don't dare let them fall. You grab another vase that coincidently contains flowers that you bought him on a whim one day.
"No baby i'm sorry please, it was an accident! She doesn't mean anything I swear!" He has his arms out trying to calm you down. But you are way past calm right now. Not after you've been calm about everything else during this relationship.
The woman stands up and smacks him, "Oh I don't mean anything? That's funny since you were pumping my pussy full of cum for months!" Then everything inside you freezes.
"Months?" You shakily ask.
The woman slowly walks up to you with her hands out, "He's been seeing me for around five months. He never mentioned that he was in a relationship. I promise I would have never gotten with him if he was."
Your blood had run cold, the both of you have been together for about a year. You were going to celebrate that year tonight. A year where you thought you finally met the love of your life, your soulmate, the person you called home. The image shattered completely in the past five minutes.
Slowly, you put the vase down, your eyes move to look at their faces one final time, you turn on your bare heels, and walk out the door with the little bit of dignity you have left.
・❥・
Now back to the present, you are aimlessly walking the dark street. Heartbroken and really fucking hungry, you notice a shop's light on. You trudge your way over to the warm lighting and walk in. With the bell announcing your presence, you take in the atmosphere—soft lights, glass display counter with various pastries that look absolutely delectable, small tables surrounding you, and a little cash register. As you are looking around, you don't notice the two tall shadows looming over you until a large hand is on your shoulder.
"Excuse me miss?" A deep voice rumbled behind you. Startled, you quickly turn around and are met with two tall, handsome men. One with blonde hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, and a stern look with a bit of softness in his eyes. The other has dark brown hair, gloomy eyes, and a slightly aquiline nose. Both are beautiful and you start to feel a bit self conscious of your appearance.
"Oh! Hello, I'm sorry for coming in so late, this place was the only one I saw that still had their lights on." You say as your eyes meet the blonde haired man.
"It's alright, but we are closed, we were just cleaning up." The blonde man gestures towards the clock, it reading half past nine.
You politely apologise again and turn to leave but the other man stops you with a hand on your shoulder, "Are you alright? You're soaked and barefoot." He points out.
You don't know why but the way these two men are looking at you have you tearing up again. They look at each other once, a silent conversation occurring between them and they immediately start moving. One of them moves you to sit on a chair while the other grabs a towel from the kitchen in the back.
"Are you hungry sweetheart?" The brunette one questions.
"No, I'm alright thank you." You lie. But, right after you say this, your stomach growls in the silence of the bakery. He softly smiles and rises from his chair.
"What would you like to eat? We have an assortment of pastries to pick from." He motions his head over to the display case of pastries.
Your eyes are immediately drawn to the single slice of strawberry shortcake in the case. He notices how your eyes shine bright when you eye the cake. "That's our most popular one, would you like a slice? It's free of charge." He asks you but is already donning gloves to plate it for you.
Once he sets down the cake with a plastic fork, you immediately start digging in. The taste was phenomenal—from the decadent taste of the strawberries, the sponge of the cake, and the way the whipped cream melts on your tongue, you feel like you've tasted a piece of heaven. Not to mention it was served by a very attractive man.
While you are eating, the blonde man comes out with a soft towel and drapes it over your shoulder. You then look up from your plate to see them both looking fondly upon you. Placing your fork down on your plate you thank them both for the delicious cake and ask them for their names.
"Nanami Kento." The blonde responds.
"Higuruma Hiromi." answers the brunette.
"Thank you, to the both of you." You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. They scoot a little closer to you, one on either side of you.
Nanami places a gentle hand on your shoulder, caressing it gently, "What happened darling?"
"Its a long story but overall, my boyfriend of a year cheated on me the day of our anniversary." You choke out, trying not to cry in front of these attractive bakers.
"Forgive me for saying this sweetheart but he's a fucking idiot." Higuruma scoffs, absolutely appalled at the fact that someone could hurt someone as beautiful as you. That someone could make tears run down those gorgeous cheeks.
You laugh at that statement which puts a smile on his face. "I should have seen this coming, I mean you should have seen the girl he was with. She had the body of a model—perfect skin, hair, face. I could never compete." They make eye contact with each other with a frown, then a slow smirk makes way to their faces.
"How would you like to come over to our place? I really don't recommend that you are by yourself during a time like this." Nanami suggests, Higuruma nodding along.
You wave your hands in front of you trying to decline their offer, "Oh I really couldn't impose on you both. This is something I have to deal with by myself."
Your mind is all over the place at the moment. You catch your boyfriend cheating on you, then you end up in a bakery with two handsome bakers that want to take you home with them.
"You know what? Fuck it let's go."
・❥・
Nanami picks you up as if you weighed nothing and carries you to their car because of your lack of shoes. Once he places you in the back seat, cushioned leather seats providing you a sense of comfort, Higuruma sits in the passenger seat and Nanami starts the car. The car roars to life as you all head to their place.
Once you arrive, you notice how nice their complex looks. Tall building with sleek glass windows reflecting everything in view. Before you could open the car door, Higuruma already beat you to it—opening the door and immediately picking you up without breaking a sweat so you don't have to touch the ground with your bare feet.
He carries you with Nanami trailing behind him to the elevator, clicks a floor number and you all stand there as the elevator slowly rises. It is silent until you start giggling, finding this entire ordeal hilarious. The men look at you a bit confused until they chuckle to themselves as well—deep voices rumbling off the walls and Higuruma's chest sending calming vibrations throughout your body.
The elevator door dings as you all reach their floor. You make it inside the apartment and it's a very cozy atmosphere. Dim lighting all around, small kitchen enough for two people, a living room with some soft throw blankets, and a little coffee table with some magazines.
Higuruma finally places you down on the hardwood floor and they both watch you walk further in, admiring the slight gleam in your eyes as you take in the place. Nanami speaks up, "Would you like to take a shower?" He offers and your eyes immediately perk up. This whole situation had your mind so scrambled that you didn't even realize that you looked a mess.
"Yes please." You respond thankful, walking with him to the bathroom. He hands you a towel, toothbrush, and spare pajamas that definitely belong to one of them. You close the door to the bathroom and actually take a good look at yourself in the mirror over the sink. Your face streaked with mascara and eyeliner, eyes puffy, hair damp, and dress slowly drying up. You look like a mess and everything comes back to the forefront of your brain. The way the woman was on top of him, the shock in his face for being caught, the shattered vase, all of it comes back. Your eyes begin watering again and you start to sniffle, then sob, finally allowing yourself to break.
Removing your clothes, you step in the shower to hopefully wash off this whole night. You scrub your face hard enough to wash off every remnant of your tears, wash the rain water out of your hair, and scrub the rest of your body.
Stepping out of the shower, you change into the clothes they lended you. Large tshirt over the clean boxers that hug your thighs and ass beautifully. Brushing your teeth— you take a look into the mirror again at your much cleaner state. You walk out of the bathroom and you hear movement coming from another room. Following the sounds of footsteps and rustling, you reach a bedroom. Peeking inside you see both men folding blankets and fluffing pillows. They notice you at the door and with gentle smiles, gesture for you to come in.
"You can stay here as long as you would like." Nanami said. "We will take the couches."
You don't know why you said the next words that came out of your mouth but something about the way they have looked at you, made a warmth bloom in your chest, so you told them, "If it's not too much trouble, you could both say here with me? The bed is big enough for all three of us."
They stare at you for a beat before nodding and you all get comfortable on the king size bed. Nanami lying on your left and Higuruma your right, and you—surrounded by the warmth of two men who came to your rescue, you all drift off to sleep.
・❥・
The sun is shining through the blinds when you wake up alone in bed. The warmth of the two bakers gone. You look around for any sign of them until your eyes stumble across a note on the nightstand:
We left for the bakery, you may help yourself to anything in our home. Stop by around closing to try our new poundcake recipe.
Nanami: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Higuruma: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Text or call us if you need anything.
You smile at the note and grab your phone to put both of their numbers in. Not wanting to go to the solitude of your apartment, you decide to lounge around the apartment for the day, preparing small meals for yourself—not really feeling like eating but have to for the sake of your health.
Once you check the clock, you see that it is almost closing at the bakery. You don't want to show up wearing pajamas so you call for a ride to your house to freshen up. Once you've changed you make your way to the bakery. Walking through the door, you don't see anyone around so you call out to them. There was no answer but you hear the clash of some type of pot or pan and you immediately head towards the back area.
As you get closer to the kitchen, you hear groans along with small smacking noises. When you finally reach the noise, what you see makes your jaw drop for the second time in 24 hours. There in the kitchen is Nanami and Higuruma deeply making out with one another. Higuruma leaning against a metal table in the center of the kitchen while Nanami is roughly gripping his hips.
You're standing there for a good two minutes watching them shove their tongues down each other's throats before Higuruma notices your presence. He pulls away from Nanami and that makes him turn to you as well.
"Hello sweetheart, are you enjoying the show?" Higuruma chuckles.
"I-I didn't mean to stare, I just heard a loud bang and-"
"It's alright darling," Nanami interrupts, "You can join if you'd like."
"But you told me to come over to try a new poundcake reci-" You cut yourself off, finally connecting the dots.
"Ah~ you finally understood the message," Higuruma says while slowly walking up to you, circling you like a shark—Nanami doing the same.
On any other day, a situation like this would make you feel scared and disgusted, but right now, you just feel a heat pooling down in your core. A heat that only they could fix.
"Tell us you don't want this sweetheart, and we'll stop." Nanami whispers in your ear.
Your face feels like it's on fire from their intense stares. Both of them come closer to you, invading your space and filling your senses with their scent. Higuruma plants a soft kiss on your neck which makes you moan softly. Nanami follows suit with a sweet kiss on the other side of your neck. "Please, don't stop."
You are then grabbed by the waist and pulled against Higuruma's chest, his hands roaming your plump body. Namami's hands find purchase on your chest, lightly squeezing and grazing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Higuruma's hands slide down to your soft hips and he rubs small circles in an almost comforting gesture.
"May I take this off?" Nanami tugs at the hem of your top. You nod, but that's not enough for him, "Use your words darling." He watches your eyes intensely as you open your mouth to speak, "Yes, please." He smiles and slowly lifts the garment over your head, exposing your torso to the slight chill in the air. He moves a hand to the back of your bra, unclipping it slowly to give you time if you want to back out. Once he removes it, he lightly grazes your pebbling nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
"Gorgeous," He murmurs seemingly to himself, "So perfect."
He leans down to kiss the valley of your breasts while Higuruma watches. You move your hand to the nape of his neck, breathing heavy at the softness of his lips touching your skin. Higuruma's hands drift lower to take off your skirt and graze his fingertips over your cute panties.
Your breath hitches when he pulls them to the side and pulls apart your drenched folds with his index and middle finger, exposing your cunt to the air. "Your drenched baby—did watching us make out turn you on that much?" He chuckles in your ear, the rumbling from his chest making your body burn with need.
He takes his fingers and starts to slowly rub small circles on your clit, drawing soft moans from your throat. Nanami catches your moans in a long kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip to grant him access and you open your mouth wider to let him in. The kiss is sloppy, wet, still trying to catch up with his rhythm. You moans grow louder as Higuruma sticks a finger inside your warm hole, groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him tight. He whispers in your ear, "Relax sweetheart, let us take care of you."
Nanami releases your lips from that bruising kiss, leaving you in a daze. He holds your face in his large hands, thumbs slightly brushing your cheeks, "What would you like us to do sweet girl? This is for you." You look into his eyes that are boring into yours and you whisper, "I need your mouth, here." You gesture towards your pussy that is currently being filled by Higuruma's fingers.
Letting go of your face, Nanami slowly goes down on his knees, breathing over your spread lips before licking a long stripe up from Higuruma's fingers to your clit. You let out a loud moan that is cut off by Higuruma turning your head to capture your lips in another searing kiss.
The only noises in the kitchen are the squelching wetness of Nanami's tongue and Higuruma's fingers going in and out of your pussy—both of them going faster once your moans become louder and you start to clench around them. It all reaches a peak once he presses against that soft spot inside of you, making you see stars, "ohmygod—fuuuck" you moan as you release all over his fingers and Nanami's face.
They let you take a breath by placing you on top of the counter in the center of the room. You watch them get undressed completely, removing their chef jackets, aprons, and trousers until they are in nothing but their shoes.
"Are you okay sweet girl? Do you think you can handle both of us?" Nanami smirks at your shocked expression, but you get off the table to stand in front of him. You start wiggling your hips, rubbing your ass against Nanami's cock but he stops you. You're confused until you look up and see Higuruma standing in front of you holding a container of what appears to be buttercream and a spatula.
He opens the container, sticks a finger inside and scoops a little bit of the cream, and smears it on your lips. You stick out your tongue and you pause. It tasted amazing—it wasn't too sweet or dense, the perfect balance of light and fluffy. Nanami turns your head towards him to lick the remaining cream off, moaning into your mouth.
"Delicious," Nanami moans into your mouth, "I could get used to this."
You giggle as you lean down to plant a feather light kiss to the tip of Higuruma's cock. His breath hitches as you go from a kiss to kitten licks. While you are doing this, he takes the spatula, picking up some cream and smearing a dollop on your back. He places the container and spatula down on the table and grabs some of your hair to move you on his cock. While this is happening, Nanami grabs your ass, drags his cock over your slick and moves it inside your swollen pussy in one push.
You moan around Higuruma's cock—the vibrations causing him to moan out into the air. With both of them filling you on both ends, they start to move—Higuruma moving forward, pushing you into Nanami, and Namani pushing you back into Higuruma. The feeling is overwhelming but feels amazing. You feel them getting closer together then hear the smacking noises that you heard earlier happening above you. You take your mouth off of Higuruma's cock and turn your head to look up and see both of them making out right over your back.
Higuruma breaks apart from Nanami to look down at you, "Did I say you could stop?" He growls as he grabs your hair and moves you back to his cock. Both men bend down to lick at the cream on your back —tongues lapping up the sticky substance before going back to roughly kissing each other.
It is a mess of skin slapping together and moans coming from all around. You all find a comfortable rhythm. Their hands explore your whole body—groping your plump breasts, squeezing your hips, and Nanami's hand travels down to your clit. He rubs languid circles while fucking into you, pushing Higuruma's cock deeper into your mouth.
"I bet your boyfriend couldn't ever fuck you like this. He couldn't make a gorgeous woman like yourself feel this good." Nanami's voice rumbles behind you.
"mhmmm~" You moan around Higuruma's cock, trying to respond.
"I think her mouth is full Kento." Higuruma laughs, pushing the rest of his cock into your warm mouth. Tears are welling up in your eyes as his happy trail tickles your nose. Your starting to feel a pressure building up in your lower stomach as you near your second orgasm of the night. You notice they are close too because of the quickening pace of their cocks.
"Where do you want our cum baby?" One of them say but you are so fucked out you can't make out who.
You pull off Higuruma's cock to respond, "I-I want it inside-haah-please I need it."
He grabs your face and caresses your jaw before using his other hand to grab a handful of your hair and shove your mouth back on him. You feel Nanami's hips stutter before he stills and fills up your pussy with continuous ropes of cum.
Higuruma's iron grip in your hair tightens as he fills your throat with his cum, making you swallow every drop. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you spill all over Nanami's cock. Your legs shake almost collapsing before Nanami wraps his arms around you to hold you up.
He carries you to sit on the table, the cold metal a distinct contrast on your warm and swollen ass from the intensity of Nanami's pelvis smacking against you. Higuruma comes to give you a glass of water and you nod your head thankful.
"Drink up pretty, because we aren't done with you yet." Your eyes refocus on Higuruma's hungry gaze, "You still haven't come on my cock."
After tonight, your life was changed, forever.
a/n: Here it is guysss, I really hope you enjoyed reading it! This is from a poll that I posted a while back so I tagged everyone who commented under that post and the teaser I posted. So, if you wanna be tagged in any future works, let me know! Plz remember to take care of yourselves however that may look like, take breaks when you need to, and remember that i'm rooting for you regardless of your situation. Love you all so much <3
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~ dividers by @designlikenonsense and someone plz lmk where the last divider comes from I completely forgot (i'm sorry)
~ art by @ilameys_1 on instagram
quick bkg thoughts is his resting bitch face when he’s sitting next to you in public while you both wait for his friends to appear.
he is impatient, waiting outside beside you but he looks mad. speech marks between his furrowed eyebrows. lips twisted mid snarl and his nose scrunched. his face does it unconsciously, on level one hundred all the time. he’s barely even annoyed since he has you to keep him company.
he hunches forward in his chair under the umbrella shade. elbows on his knees, phone in hand incase any messages come through. he’s got his bag slung across his body and he’s dressed in an outfit you chose.
you can tell he’s thinking about something work related, his mind often goes there without meaning to.
so you do what he always does to you, grabbing his chin so that grumpy face looks at you.
“what?” he blurts, not rude but curious.
his pupils are quick, skimming over your face, trying to judge your expression before you can tell him. he likes what you’re wearing today and you smell lovely.
“you look angry. relax your face.”
it’s something you tell him often and in turn, it makes him think about it often. he doesn’t want you to think he looks unattractive. god forbid.
but you punctuate your comment by providing an easy solution, kissing his lips in public and immediately everything goes doiwn.
the snarl, the frown, his nose.
you’re both not one for public displays of affection, but whenever you want it he welcomes it.
as you’re pulling away, he gives you another peck, like you’re playing a game and now it’s equal score. you let go of his chin so he can roughly (and quite dramatically) rub his face as if it’s an error he needs to erase.
“didn’t even realise i was doin’ it. fuck. sorry.”
you pout at the apology. he’s adorable when he doesn’t mean to be.
“i do love the face, don’t get me wrong. you just look like my guard dog and that’s not the vibe i’m going for today,” you laugh to yourself.
bakugou gives you his full attention as you lean back in your chair. he twirls his phone in one hand between his thumb and pointer finger.
“what’s the vibe you’re goin’ for?” the word vibe isn’t really in bakugou’s vocabulary.
“my gorgeous boyfriend beside me in his cute little outfit.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows. he likes that. he likes when you compliment him, claim him, put words in sentences he’s never heard anyone use for him before. he exhales deeply out his nose.
“i can do that,” he sits up, fixes his posture and even drags your chair closer to his. “we’re matchin’ too.”
his khaki button down shirt matches your khaki bra straps under your white cami top.
“i know! it’s like you only realise if you’re paying attention!”
many people walking by have. you and bakugou aren’t a couple people ignore.
After months of speculation, Gojo Satoru and Y/N attend the biggest award night of the year, where their film receives recognition and their undeniable chemistry becomes impossible for the audience to ignore.
The room was already alive before the show had even begun. Thousands of lights filled the venue, reflecting off glass tables, polished floors, and the carefully arranged decorations that transformed the space into something far beyond an ordinary event.
The biggest names in the industry sat beneath the same ceiling. Actors. Directors. Producers. People who had spent years building careers, creating stories, and shaping the entertainment world.
And tonight, everyone had gathered for one reason.
The awards.
The camera swept across the audience as the opening music began. Conversations slowly faded. People turned toward the stage. The massive screen behind the host illuminated, displaying the title of the ceremony in elegant lettering.
The crowd applauded as the host stepped onto the stage.
“Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the 78th Annual Entertainment Excellence Awards.”
The applause grew louder. He smiled, taking a moment to look around the room. “Tonight, we celebrate the stories that moved us, the performances that stayed with us, and the artists who reminded us why we fell in love with this industry in the first place.”
The camera moved through the audience. A few familiar faces appeared on screen, earning cheers from the crowd.
The host continued. “And this year has given us some truly unforgettable films.”
The screen behind him changed. Clips from the year’s biggest releases appeared one after another. Action sequences. Emotional performances. Scenes that audiences had spent months discussing.
Then-
The familiar image appeared. Two characters standing across from each other in the rain. The audience immediately reacted. The host smiled knowingly.
“And one film that captured everyone’s attention this year…”
The screen displayed the title. The reaction was immediate. Cheers, applause. and whispers spreading through the room.
“The film that proved enemies can become allies, that trust can be built in the most unexpected places, and that sometimes the strongest performances come from the chemistry between two people.”
The camera moved.
Gojo Satoru sat comfortably in his seat, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. He gave a small smile as the audience reacted. Beside him, Y/N looked slightly overwhelmed by the attention, offering a polite wave before laughing quietly.
“Tonight, we’ll be celebrating some of the incredible work from that film.”
The camera returned to the stage. “And I think it’s only fair to say…” A pause. “The world has been waiting for this night.”
The audience laughed. The camera immediately cut back to Gojo and Y/N.
Gojo leaned slightly toward her, a quiet smile on his face. “They’re talking about us again,” he whispered.
Y/N didn’t look at him. “They’re always talking about us.”
Back on stage, the host continued. “Now, before we begin tonight’s awards, we have some very exciting categories ahead.”
The screen changed again.
“Starting with one of the most anticipated awards of the evening…”
The room quieted.
“Best Long Running Series.”
A soft wave of recognition moved through the audience. This was one of those categories that always carried history with it, decades of storytelling, global fanbases, and cultural impact that stretched far beyond the industry itself.
The nominees appeared on the screen.
Naruto
A roar of applause immediately followed. The screen flashed iconic moments, final battles, emotional farewells, generations of characters growing up alongside the audience.
Bleach
Another wave of cheers. Sword clashes, spiritual energy bursts, and legendary fights filled the screen in quick cuts.
One Piece
The loudest reaction yet.
The screen barely had time to show anything before the audience erupted. A montage of adventure, laughter, heartbreak, and endless seas played across the display.
The host smiled, clearly enjoying the energy in the room.
“All incredible series that have shaped generations of viewers.”
A pause. “But there can only be one winner.”
The envelope was opened. A beat of silence.
Then-
“One Piece.”
The room exploded.
The applause was immediate, loud, and unrestrained. Somewhere in the audience, people were already standing before the announcement had even fully settled.
On stage, the production team quickly shifted into motion. And then the chaos began. Because the One Piece cast did not simply walk onto the stage.
They arrived.
A wave of people poured in from both sides of the auditorium, more than anyone had anticipated. Cast members, creators, producers, each one stepping forward with the kind of energy that suggested they had collectively decided subtlety was unnecessary.
Within seconds, the stage was no longer a stage. It was crowded. Very crowded. The host took a careful step back, blinking as more people kept arriving.
“I- okay- this is… this is more than I was briefed on,” he said, laughing as he tried to make space.
The audience was in stitches. From the crowd, Gojo leaned slightly toward Y/N, watching the situation unfold with clear amusement. “…I don't think that's even one percent of the cast,” he said.
Y/N stared at the stage. “I think they brought the entire ocean.”
Another group stepped up. Someone tripped slightly on the stairs, was immediately helped up, and continued walking like nothing had happened. The trophy was passed around at least three times before anyone officially held it.
The host finally managed to regain control, though barely. “Congratulations to… everyone,” he said, gesturing vaguely at the stage now filled edge to edge with people.
The audience laughed again. On stage, someone began a speech. Then someone else added to it. Then another. At one point, two people tried to speak at the same time, paused, and politely gestured for the other to continue before both ended up speaking together anyway.
As if on cue, another person stepped onto the stage from the side, looked around, realized there was no space left, and simply joined the edge of the group like it was completely normal.
The host, now partially blocked from view, raised his microphone slightly. “Once again, congratulations to One Piece.”
The applause returned, even louder this time. The cast collectively bowed, waved, and somehow managed to fit the trophy into a group hold situation that defied physics and stage design.
The host adjusted the microphone slightly, the energy in the room shifting almost imperceptibly. “And now,” he said, pausing just long enough for the silence to settle properly, “we move into one of the most anticipated individual categories of the night.”
The screen behind him dimmed. A single spotlight effect pulsed across it. “Best Protagonist of the Year.”
This was the category everyone paid attention to. The one that defined the year. The one that turned performances into legacy. The nominees appeared one by one.
Denji
A burst of applause, mixed with laughter and cheers. The screen showed chaos, blood, humor, heartbreak, everything at once.
Kamado Tanjiro
A warmer reaction followed. The audience softened as clips of determination, grief, and unwavering kindness filled the screen.
Eren Yeager
The atmosphere changed instantly.
The applause was still there, but heavier. More serious. The screen showed flashes of destruction, silence, sacrifice, and the weight of a story that had defined an entire generation.
Gojo’s expression shifted slightly as he watched. “…That’s a lot of trauma in one nomination,” he murmured.
The final nominee appeared.
Itadori Yuji
The audience reacted again, loud, familiar, supportive. The screen showed moments of struggle, resilience, and the constant push forward despite everything.
Gojo leaned back slightly in his seat. “Okay,” he said quietly, “this one’s actually competitive.”
Y/N glanced at him. “You’re biased.”
The host on stage opened the envelope. The room tightened. Even the air felt still. “And the winner of Best Protagonist of the Year is…”
A pause. Long enough to stretch the tension.
“Eren Yeager!”
On screen, the montage returned, Eren’s final moments, the weight of his choices, the quiet devastation of a character who had carried an entire world on his shoulders.
Gojo exhaled softly, leaning back in his chair. “…Yuji should have won.”
The host gave a small laugh, clearly aware of the irony but continuing smoothly. “Moving on to our next category…”
The screen behind him shifted again, the lighting dimming slightly as the tone of the room changed. “Best Antagonist of the Year.”
A ripple went through the audience.
This category always carried a different kind of energy. Less celebration, more fascination. These were the performances that audiences loved to fear, to analyze, to debate long after the credits rolled.
The nominees appeared.
Dio Brando
A loud reaction immediately followed. The screen flashed dramatic moments, iconic lines, and scenes that had lived in internet culture for years.
Makima
The atmosphere shifted again. The applause was quieter, more controlled. The clips that played were unsettling in their calmness, the kind of performance that lingered rather than shouted.
Sukuna
The audience reacted instantly. A mix of cheers and tension. The screen showed destruction, chaos, and a presence that never needed to raise its voice to dominate a scene.
Eren Yeager
A brief silence. Then applause. Heavier than before. More conflicted. The screen showed him again, but differently this time. Not as a hero. Not as a savior. But as something far more complicated. A force that blurred every line the audience thought they understood.
Gojo tilted his head slightly. “…That's so funny.”
Y/N glanced at him. “He might actually win both.”
“That would be insane.”
The host opened the envelope. “And the winner of Best Antagonist of the Year is…”
Another beat.
“Eren Yeager.”
On stage, the screen replayed his most intense moments again, but the tone felt almost ironic now. Hero. Villain. Victim. Destroyer. All of it layered into one character the audience couldn’t neatly categorize anymore.
The host stepped aside as movement began from the side of the stage.
Eren appeared.
A small smile on his face, almost disbelieving as he walked up. He took the trophy, looked at it for a second, then glanced out at the audience like he was still processing the fact that this was real.
He stepped up to the microphone. There was a brief pause. Then he let out a quiet breath. “…Uh.”
A few laughs spread through the room immediately. He adjusted the trophy in his hands.
“It’s funny…” he started, then paused again, shaking his head slightly as if even he couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “It’s funny winning both Best Protagonist and Antagonist of the Year.”
The audience laughed louder this time. Eren looked down at the trophy again, then back up. “I think that says more about the story than it does about me. I didn’t really play two different people.”
He shrugged slightly. “I think I just played one person… from two different perspectives.”
The room quieted a little at that.
Eren gave a small, almost awkward smile. “I want to thank my cast for carrying me through this project, honestly.” He glanced down at the trophy for a moment before looking back up. “And to the director and the writer… for bringing out such a complex character, and for trusting me enough to give me the chance to play him.” He paused, exhaling lightly. “So… yeah. I guess thank you for watching both sides of it.”
The applause lingered even after Eren stepped away from the microphone, the weight of his words settling into the room in a way that felt different from the earlier excitement. The screen behind the stage dimmed again, the atmosphere shifting as the ceremony moved forward.
The host returned to center stage, adjusting his notes as the energy in the room gradually steadied, while the ceremony moved forward with several more categories being announced and awards being handed out across the room, each winner briefly taking the stage before the spotlight shifted once again.
“And now,” he said, his voice carrying easily through the hall, “we move into the final stretch of tonight’s ceremony.”
A brief pause.
“The categories that define the very heart of performance itself.”
The audience quieted almost instinctively.
“Best Actress of the Year.”
The screen behind him darkened completely for a moment before the nominees began to appear one by one.
A soft ripple of recognition moved through the crowd as each name was revealed.
Mikasa Ackerman
A strong reaction followed immediately. The screen showed quiet intensity, controlled emotion, and a performance built on restraint rather than expression.
Kugisaki Nobara
The energy shifted again. Sharp cuts of confidence, defiance, and presence filled the screen, earning cheers from different sections of the audience.
Power
A louder reaction this time, laughter mixing with applause as chaotic, unpredictable moments flashed across the screen.
Then after a brief pause. The final nominee appeared.
Y/N
The reaction was immediate. Y/N blinked slightly, clearly caught off guard by the volume of applause that followed her name. She gave a small, polite smile, but there was a flicker of disbelief in her expression as she adjusted in her seat.
Beside her, Gojo turned his head slightly.
“…Have you prepared your speech?” he said quietly, like he was stating something obvious.
Y/N looked at him. “I haven't even won.”
“You will.”
On stage, the host smiled knowingly as the applause slowly settled. “All incredible performances,” he said. “Each one bringing something unique, something unforgettable, to the screen this year.”
A pause. “But as always…” The envelope was lifted. “There can only be one winner.”
The room tightened again. Even the smallest movements seemed to slow. The host opened the envelope.
“Y/N!!”
Then the entire room erupted. Y/N froze. Like her brain needed a moment to catch up with what had just been said.
Gojo reacted first. He stood up immediately, clapping with a smile that was far too proud to be subtle. The people around him followed, but his reaction was the loudest in their section.
Y/N finally turned toward him. And he was already looking at her.
“Go,” he said simply.
Y/N let out a small breath, almost like she was laughing at herself, before standing. The applause followed her all the way to the stage. And for the first time that night, the entire room felt like it was watching her not as part of a film…
But as the center of it.
Y/N stood at the edge of the stage for a brief moment, the applause still rolling through the room like a wave that refused to settle. For a second, she just looked out.
Thousands of faces. Cameras. Lights. The kind of silence that only existed between applause and expectation. She exhaled softly, then stepped forward. The trophy was placed into her hands, and it felt heavier than she expected, not physically, but in a way that made her aware of everything that had led her here.
She adjusted the microphone slightly, her fingers still wrapped around the award.
A small breath. And then she smiled. “Um…” she started, letting out a quiet laugh as the audience immediately softened, waiting.
“I think I need a second to process that.”
A few chuckles spread through the room.
She looked down at the trophy for a moment, then back up. “This year… has been a lot.” A pause. “I know that sounds simple, but I don’t really know how else to say it.”
Her grip on the award loosened slightly as she spoke more naturally now. “I started this year thinking I understood what I wanted from acting. I thought I understood what kind of roles I wanted to play, what kind of stories I wanted to be part of.”
She shook her head slightly, almost amused at herself. “And then this film happened.”
A soft reaction from the audience. “I remember the first day on set,” she continued. “I was nervous in a way I didn’t really want to admit. Not because of the role… but because of the people I was working with.”
Her eyes flickered briefly toward the audience, then back to the stage lights. “There are moments in your career where you meet people you’ve admired for a long time. And you expect them to feel… distant. Bigger than you. Hard to reach.”
A small pause. “And then you meet them, and you realize they’re just people who care just as much as you do.”
A few knowing smiles in the audience. She took a breath. “This film challenged me in ways I didn’t expect. Physically, emotionally… even just learning how to trust myself in scenes where I wasn’t supposed to look strong, or certain, or in control.”
Her voice softened slightly.
“But I think the biggest thing I learned this year is that strength doesn’t always look like winning a fight, or delivering a perfect performance, or doing everything right the first time.”
A pause.
“Sometimes it looks like showing up anyway. Even when you’re unsure. Even when you’re scared you’re not enough.”
Her fingers tightened slightly around the trophy again.
“And I was really lucky this year.” A small smile. “Because I didn’t have to do that alone.”
A brief shift in the room. Subtle, but noticeable. She didn’t look at anyone in particular, but her tone changed slightly, warmer, more personal. “There were people on this project who pushed me in ways I didn’t think I needed. Who made me better without making me feel like I had to compete with them.”
A soft breath. “And I think that’s rare.”
She finally looked up properly now, her expression steadier. “So… thank you.”
“To everyone who worked on this film. To the cast. To the crew. To the people who trusted me with a role I wasn’t sure I was ready for.”
A small pause. “And to the audience… for seeing the story the way we hoped you would.”
Her smile softened. “This year has been unforgettable. Not because of this moment…” She lifted the trophy slightly. “But because of everything that led to it.”
A beat.
“And I think I’m going to spend a long time being grateful for that.”
The room was quiet for half a second and then it erupted. Applause filled the entire venue, louder than before, warmer somehow. The kind of reaction that didn’t feel like obligation, but recognition.
Y/N let out a small breath, almost laughing now as she stepped back from the microphone. As she turned to leave the stage, her eyes briefly found Gojo in the crowd.
He was still standing. Clapping. And smiling like he already knew she had won long before the envelope was opened.
But as she reached the edge of the stage stairs, Gojo stepped forward from his seat, moving closer to the stage. He extended a hand up toward her, steady and effortless, waiting for her to take it. She hesitated only for a second before placing her hand in his, and he guided her down the steps.
The host stepped back onto the stage as the applause slowly began to settle, still smiling as he glanced down at his notes and then back up at Y/N.
“I think I speak for everyone in this room when I say that was a beautiful speech.”
A warm wave of laughter and applause followed.He tilted his head slightly, amused. “Although I have to say… it almost felt like you knew you were going to win.”
The audience laughed louder at that.“You had the pacing, the emotional build-up, the reflection” he gestured lightly, “I was half expecting you to start thanking the academy before the envelope was even opened.”
That earned a bigger reaction.On screen, the camera immediately cut to Y/N.She had already covered her face with one hand, laughing in embarrassment, the other still loosely holding the trophy as she shook her head.
“I didn’t!” she called out, still laughing.
The audience laughed along as the camera lingered on her for a moment longer, capturing the way she tried and failed to compose herself.
The host chuckled, letting the moment breathe before gently raising a hand. “Alright, alright. We’ll let her recover from her very suspiciously well-prepared speech.”
The audience laughed again as Y/N finally lowered her hand from her face.
The energy in the room slowly shifted again, the anticipation returning as the host turned back toward the final cards in his hand.
“And now,” he said, his tone shifting slightly, “we arrive at the final award of the evening.”
The room quieted almost instantly.
“The category that defines the very best of performance this year.”
The screen behind him dimmed completely.
“Best Actor of the Year.”
A ripple went through the audience. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for.
The nominees appeared one by one.
Eren Yeager
A heavy reaction followed immediately. The screen showed fragments of destruction, silence, and a performance that had dominated conversation all year.
Denji
Loud cheers again. Chaos, humor, heartbreak—his name always brought energy.
Yuji Itadori
A strong, emotional reaction. Clips of resilience, struggle, and quiet determination filled the screen.
Gojo Satoru
The screen exploded into a montage of their performances, intense action sequences, quiet emotional moments.
Gojo leaned back slightly in his seat, exhaling through his nose like he was already anticipating what was coming.
Y/N glanced at him. “You look so confident.”
The host smiled. “An incredible lineup of performances,” he said. “Each one defining a different kind of strength, a different kind of storytelling.”
The envelope was lifted. The host opened the envelope.
“Gojo Satoru!”
Y/N looked at him immediately.
The audience laughed as he stepped forward, adjusting his jacket slightly before walking toward the stage. As he passed the front row, he briefly looked back at Y/N. She was still watching him.
He turned forward again and stepped onto the stage. The applause didn’t stop. If anything, it grew louder. And for the third year in a row, Gojo Satoru stood under the spotlight as Best Actor of the Year.
He stood behind the microphone, the trophy resting in one hand. For a few seconds, he said nothing. The applause slowly faded, but the smile on his face remained.
He looked out at the audience. Then down at the trophy. Then back up again. “Okay.”
The audience laughed immediately.
Because somehow, that single word already sounded like Gojo was about to say something he probably shouldn’t.
“I had a speech prepared,” he admitted.
A few surprised reactions moved through the room.
“And by prepared, I mean I wrote three sentences about how grateful I am, and then I decided I was too talented to need one.”
The entire venue burst into laughter.
Gojo nodded seriously. “I know. Very humble of me.”
The laughter grew louder. From her seat, Y/N immediately covered her face with one hand.
He pointed toward her. “See? That reaction right there. She knows.”
The camera immediately cut to Y/N. She shook her head, laughing. “No,” she mouthed.
The audience laughed even harder. Gojo smiled before turning back toward the microphone. “But honestly…” His expression softened slightly.
“This is the third time in a row but for some reason this time this award means a lot.”
The room quieted.
“Because acting is a strange thing. You spend months, sometimes years, trying to understand someone who doesn’t exist. You try to figure out what they’re afraid of, what they want, what they’re willing to lose.”
He looked down briefly at the trophy.
“And sometimes you’re lucky enough to work on a story where everyone involved cares about that as much as you do.”
A small pause.
“This year was one of those times.”
The screen behind him showed moments from the film. His character. Y/N’s character. The two of them standing opposite each other. Fighting. Trusting. Finally choosing each other.
Gojo glanced toward the screen.
“I think what made this film special wasn’t just the action. It wasn’t just the scenes people talked about online.” A small smile. “Although I will say, the rain scene did get talked about a suspicious amount.”
The audience immediately erupted. Y/N looked horrified and Gojo looked completely satisfied with himself.
“I’m just saying,” he continued, pretending to be serious, “I have never seen people become so interested in weather conditions.”
The host laughed from his seat.
Gojo finally looked back toward the audience. “But jokes aside…” His tone changed. “Everyone who worked on this film gave something to it. The crew. The director. The writers. Every single person who stayed late, who repeated scenes until they were perfect, who believed in this story.”
He nodded slightly. “And my cast…” A pause. “They were incredible.”
The camera moved across the cast members in the audience.
“And I think I was especially lucky with my co-star.”
Gojo turned toward Y/N.
“You know, when we started filming, everyone kept asking about the chemistry.” A small smile. “People kept wondering if it would work. If two characters who spent half the movie trying to destroy each other could actually make people believe they cared about each other.”
He looked back toward the audience. “And the answer was yes.”
A beat.
“Mostly because Y/N is ridiculously good at what she does.”
Y/N immediately looked down, smiling.
“She’s talented. She’s hardworking. She’s one of the most dedicated people I’ve worked with.”
He didn’t move away from the microphone right away. The noise in the room was still chaotic, applause mixing with shocked laughter, people still reacting to what he had just casually detonated in front of an entire industry.
But Gojo Satoru just stood there. Like he was waiting for the noise to catch up to him. Then, slowly, he exhaled a small laugh. “Okay,” he said again, softer this time.
He tilted his head slightly, still looking at Y/N. “You look like you want to kill me.”
Y/N didn’t even hesitate. “I do want to kill you.”
That made the audience erupt again.
Gojo nodded thoughtfully. “Fair.”
A pause. Then, his expression shifted again, less teasing now, more reflective. Like the joke had run its course and something else had taken its place.
“But…” he added, quieter. “I think I should say something properly.”
The room slowly began to settle again. Even the laughter faded into anticipation. Y/N’s expression changed too, still flustered, still overwhelmed, but now watching him carefully.
Gojo turned back toward the audience, but his voice softened in a way that made it feel like he wasn’t really speaking to them anymore. “I didn’t plan any of this.” A small, almost self-aware smile. “Which is ironic, because I plan everything like how to annoy people in advance.”
A few chuckles.
“But I didn’t plan her.”
Then he smiled slightly.
“Actually… I think the world can never forget the fact that this all started because she confessed her crush on me during an interview.”
The entire room exploded. Y/N’s head snapped up. “Gojo!” Her expression was pure disbelief.
Gojo just laughed. “What?”
The audience was already laughing. He looked back toward them. “Last year, everyone watched an interview where she was asked who her celebrity crush was and she said my name.”
The crowd cheered. Y/N covered her face again.
“She said it confidently too,” Gojo continued. “No hesitation. No second guessing.”
He shook his head, amused. “I remember seeing it and thinking…”
A dramatic pause.
“She has absolutely no fear.”
The audience laughed. Y/N lowered her hand slightly, smiling despite herself.
“And then we met.”
Gojo’s expression softened. “And honestly?” He looked at her. “I thought she was annoying.”
The crowd laughed.
“But to be fair,” he added, “you also thought I was annoying.”
The room settled again.
“But somewhere along the way…” His voice became quieter. “Somewhere between filming, arguing over scenes, annoying each other, and her telling me that I was ruining emotional moments because I kept laughing…”
He smiled. “I stopped seeing her as someone who admired me.”
A pause.
“And I started seeing her as someone I admired.”
The room became completely silent. Gojo looked down briefly at the trophy. “But more importantly…”
Gojo smiled softly.
“Not the fact that she was talented. Not the fact that she was beautiful. Not the fact that she was my biggest supporter before she even knew me.”
A pause.
“It was the fact that after meeting me, after actually knowing me…”
He laughed quietly.
“She still liked me.”
He looked around the room. “I didn’t expect to meet someone who would change the way I looked at everything. And I definitely didn’t expect the person who once called me her celebrity crush to become the person I want standing beside me for the rest of my life.”
The room went still. Y/N froze. Even the cameras seemed to linger longer.
Gojo looked directly at her. “I love you.”
The reaction was immediate. A wave of gasps, cheers, and applause moved through the venue. Y/N stared at him. Completely speechless.
Gojo smiled. “And before everyone starts asking…”
He glanced toward the cameras. “Yes.”
A beat.
“The rumors are true.”
The entire audience erupted.
“We’re dating.”
More screaming.
“And yes…”
He looked back at Y/N.
“I love her.”
Y/N immediately covered her face.
The host was laughing at this point, unable to hide his reaction.
Gojo turned back toward the microphone. “But honestly…”
His voice softened.
“I don’t care about the rumors anymore. I don’t care about people guessing or making theories or trying to figure out what’s real.”
He looked at Y/N. “Because I know what’s real.”
A pause.
“And I just hope…” His smile became smaller. More genuine. “That she stays by my side for a very long time.”
The room went quiet.
“Hopefully my whole life.”
Gojo’s last words hung in the air. For once, there was no joke afterward. No teasing comment. No attempt to make the moment lighter. Because everyone in that room understood.
The camera immediately cut to Y/N. And for the first time that night, she wasn’t smiling. Her eyes had already filled with tears. She had spent the entire evening trying to keep herself composed. When she won her award. When he praised her. When he embarrassed her by bringing up the interview that started everything.
But this was different. Because she knew Gojo. She knew how much he joked when things mattered too much. She knew how easily he could turn any serious moment into laughter because being vulnerable was never something he did casually.
And yet, standing on that stage, in front of the entire world, he had chosen to be honest.
The cheering softened into something warmer. The kind of silence that only happened when people weren’t waiting for entertainment anymore.
They were witnessing something real. Gojo looked back toward her. And the second he saw her expression, his own changed. The confident smile faded slightly. “Wait.”
A small laugh escaped him. “Oh no.”
The audience immediately laughed through the emotion.
Because somehow, even now, Gojo was still Gojo.
He pointed slightly toward her. “Don’t cry.”
Y/N immediately shook her head, wiping beneath her eyes.
Gojo raised his eyebrows. “You are literally crying.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
She laughed softly despite herself, but that only made the tears fall faster.
And that was when Gojo stopped pretending. The trophy was still in his hand. The microphone was still in front of him. But none of that mattered anymore. He carefully placed the award down on the podium beside him. The entire venue watched as he stepped away from the microphone.
A few people gasped, realizing what he was doing. But he was already walking.
Toward her.
Y/N stood up as he approached, still trying to wipe her tears, still overwhelmed by the fact that this was happening in front of thousands of people.
The second he reached her, he didn’t say anything. He just pulled her into his arms. A hug that looked like he had forgotten anyone else was watching.
Y/N immediately held onto him, burying her face against his shoulder as the entire venue erupted.
Gojo rested his hand gently against the back of her head, smiling softly as he held her.
“You look funny when you cry,” he whispered.
Y/N laughed into his shoulder. “Shut up.”
Gojo gently wiped a tear from her cheek before looking back toward the stage. The trophy he had won was still sitting there. The microphone still waiting. But he didn’t rush back. Because for once, the award wasn’t the most important thing in the room.
He had already won the thing he wanted.
The camera pulled back, capturing them standing together beneath the lights.
The actor of the year.
The actress of the year.
Two people whose story had started with a simple interview answer, turned into rumors, turned into speculation, turned into something neither of them had planned.
And that night, the award wasn’t remembered because Gojo Satoru won Best Actor or Y/N won Best Actress. It was remembered because, after months of wondering, the world finally got its answer.
The rumors were true.
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🎞️ FAN EDITS (make sure to play the songs in bg while reading)
🎧 - the alchemy (taylor swift)
The edit opens with Gojo standing on stage, the award in his hand, as he looks toward Y/N and quietly admits that he wants her beside him for the rest of his life. It cuts between their past moments, the interview where she first revealed her celebrity crush, their film promotions, the small glances fans had been analyzing for months, before returning to the award stage. The camera focuses on Y/N trying to hold herself together, her smile slowly breaking as tears begin to form. Then it cuts back to Gojo noticing her expression, his own smile softening as he realizes she’s crying. The music builds as he places his trophy down on the podium and steps away from the microphone. A few quick shots show the audience reacting, everyone watching as he walks across the stage. The edit slows down as Gojo reaches her and pulls her into his arms. The final seconds show Y/N holding onto him, Gojo gently comforting her, and the two of them standing together beneath the award show lights while the entire room applauds.
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fan1 THE WAY HE LEFT THE TROPHY BEHIND????? 😭
lowkeylurker the biggest award of the night was HER
editqueen the transition from her crying because she loves him to him running because he loves her I'M DONE
romcomenergy someone explain how this is real life and not a movie scene
ynnation “where’s the trophy?” “he left it on stage” “where’s he going?” “to his girlfriend.” I AM UNWELL
gojofanatic “best actor of the year” and then immediately proving he’s also best boyfriend of the year 💀
ynsupporter I remember when people called her a fangirl for admitting her crush. LOOK AT HER NOW
romcomenergy2 this is the kind of scene people would complain is unrealistic in a movie because “no man would actually do that” AND THEN HE DID
filmlover99 no because imagine being Y/N. You admit your crush publicly, accidentally start rumors, then a year later he says he loves you in front of everyone
gojossmile someone check on that trophy it experienced emotional damage
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y/n.official I love you too
gojossmile slide 2 is actually insane because why does he look proud of it 😭
filmstudent the symbolism of the trophies being the last slide because honestly the award wasn’t the highlight of his night
dramafan someone check on the people who said “they’re just friends” because they are not surviving this week
lastcomment yeah gojo we get it. you have a girlfriend. she’s talented. she’s beautiful. she won an award. YOU CAN STOP NOW.
chaosfan ZERO media training. absolutely none.
ynsupporter I love how public he is about it 😭 bro fears no one
fan3 Gojo Satoru has never heard the words “subtle” and “privacy” in his life
fan7 if they break up I will personally stop believing in love
fan18 “me and mine” yeah okay Shakespeare calm down 😭
fan19 I give it 24 hours before he changes his profile picture to them
hii! can i request bakugo and reader whose ovulating
𐔌 ovulation | k. bakugo .ᐟ ֹ ꒱ִ
ᝰ.ᐟ cw: 18+, fluff (?) + smut, ovulation, domestic intimacy, a LOT of physical touch, light teasing + degrading, grinding, fingering, brief finger sucking, dirty talk, praise, breeding kink ( talk only ! ), brief mention of pregnancy fantasies, needy!ovulating!fem!reader, soft/mean dom!katsuki, established relationship
ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis: today’s been a bit … different. you’re a lot more clingier, needier, and completely incapable of leaving katsuki alone — and this is how he deals with you !
ᝰ.ᐟ a/n 💬: wait, i’m ovulating right now — tmi 👀 ? ⤷ m.list ˎˊ˗
for some reason, you just can’t seem to let go of your boyfriend today. which, in itself, wasn’t unusual !!! you’re always all over him. but, what was unusual… was you.
katsuki barely makes it three steps out of the bedroom before your arms snake around his waist from behind, cheek pressing between his shoulder blades with a sleepy little sigh. “…mornin’,” you mumble into his shirt.
he pauses midstep, glancing down at the hands locked around him. “…it’s almost 12.”
“still morninggg.” you whine, rubbing your cheek against him.
he lets out a slow breath through his nose before continuing toward the kitchen, dragging you with him since you refuse to let go. “‘mornin’’ to you too, i guess.”
“people usually walk by themselves,” he then mutters, opening the fridge with one hand while you’re still attached to him.
“mm … don’t wanna.” you clutch onto him tightly and presses closer.
“clearly.” he reaches for the apple juice, and you manage to scoot even closer, forehead now resting against the warm fabric stretched across his back.
“…carry me ?”
“tch, no,” he snorts. despite saying that, one of his hands pats over yours where they’re clasped around his stomach and you smile to yourself.
after a moment, brunch is done, and katsuki is sitting at one end of the couch, phone balanced in one hand while the other lazily scratches at his jaw. but, you’re right back beside him on the couch, except beside quickly becomes halfway on top of him. it starts innocently enough, really ! your knee bumps his, then your shoulder, and then your head finds its usual spot against him, but he doesn’t say anything.
at least not until your arm loops around his middle. “…y’good ?” his eyes stay on his phone, but you know he’s paying attention.
you only nod against his shoulder, giving the smallest little hum before hugging him tighter. “mhm.” your legs are now draped over his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin while he scrolls aimlessly through his phone.
every few minutes, you shift and as time goes on, you shift again. “…quit wrigglin’.”
“I’m just getting comfortable …” you murmur, sinking deeper into him with a soft sigh, your shoulders relaxing while a content smile played on your lips.
“bullshit.” you only whine, pressing another kiss against the underside of his jaw, then another and another with a tiny nip at his skin. your thighs shift restlessly in his lap, your soaked panties just from a bit of movement dragging against him.
his thumb stops moving across his screen as his brows tug together, feeling how soaked you are. “…hell’s gotten into you,” he grunts, resting his chin against the top of your head despite himself.
you blink up at him innocently, “what do you mean ?”
“don’t ‘what do you mean’ me,” his crimson eyes narrow just slightly, studying your flushed face. “you’ve been glued to me since you woke up.”
“…have i really ?” your eyes search his for a second, genuinely surprised by your own behavior.
“yes,” katsuki gives you the flattest look imaginable before nodding once. “you have. you always are.”
“…oh,” you pause as your shoulder sink, your brows knitting together. “sorry.” you sound genuine enough that he almost drops it. almost. but, instead, he reaches up, pinching your cheek between two fingers. “quit apologizin’. what is it that you want, hm ?” he asks you, wanting to hear what exactly it is that you want. his tone was softer, turning you on even more.
you can’t tell if he’s doing it purposefully or not. so, you pout some more, scowling at him now. “i… i can’t help it.”
“…can’t help what ?”
you hesitate, shoulders lifting in the tiniest shrug before you move, hiding your face against his neck. “i just,” your voice comes out embarrassingly quiet as you finally admit to him. “i’m freaking horny, katsuki.”
“…that’s it ?” he rasps and you nod miserably. then he sighs dramatically with a roll of his eyes, tossing his phone onto the couch before wrapping one arm around your waist. “c’mere, baby.”
you don’t need to be told twice, you’re practically all the way in his lap now. he rests his chin back against the top of your head, fingers absentmindedly rubbing slow circles against your back before moving to your hips. “…anythin’ else goin’ on ? you still on your cycle ?”
you shake your head at both questions, nipping at your lip.
“promise ?” he coos, taking in how you look and another beat passes before he huffs a laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. “holy fuck, you’re ridiculous.”
your lips pull into a stubborn little frown, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. “…it’s not my fault i’m so attracted to you !”
“yeah ?” his tone is so flat, but flirtatious as he moves to peck your lips gently, earning a light smack against his shoulder for that. it barely hurts, making him chuckle. “c’mon.” he then hooks an arm beneath your knees, lifting you just enough to settle you properly across his lap.
you squeak softly, your legs instinctively opening as your back is now against his chest. your panties are already damp from how long you’ve been rubbing up against him, the fabric clinging to your slick folds. “there. better ?” he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates through your spine.
“…mhm.” you nod slowly, leaning back into his heat until you feel him kiss your neck softly, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that makes your toes curl.
“good,” he quietly mumbles to you before murmuring how much of a dirty girl you are, mixing sweet nothings with the kind of blunt honesty that makes your heart warm. “…fuckin’ clingy. you’ve been acting heat-struck all day, haven't you ?"
“only for you.” you scoff, though you're practically melting. you love the way he speaks to you, the way he deals with you, noticing every tiny detail like the shift in your mood and appetite. he’s telling you everything you want to hear, honestly.
“…yeah, yeah,” he snickers, a smirk evident in his tone before his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties. he lets out a low whistle, finding you dripping and swollen, your natural lubrication soaking through the cotton of your panties. he circles your clit lazily at first, teasing your sensitive bud until you're arching your back. “open up for me.” he then sinks two fingers deep inside your soaked cunt, scissoring and pumping them steadily.
the feeling of him filling you, stretching you, makes you whimper and clench tightly around his fingers. “o-oh, yes,” you gasp softly, your head falling back against his shoulder. you groan loudly as he works you open with steady strokes, his fingers curling upward.
he doesn't just stop there, tilting your head back to capture your lips in a series of sloppy, soft kisses. he groans into your mouth — devouring you. it’s all you been fantasizing about all day since you woke up; the weight of him, the scent of him, and the feeling of him inside of you. after a couple of moans into each other’s mouths, he pulls back just an inch, his breath hot against your lips while his fingers still pump inside of you.
“look at you,” he rasps in your ear, his voice dropping an octave. “been holdin’ this in since you woke up. why couldn’t you just tell me, hm ?”
you start to babble, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a pathetic, needy rush, your mind completely clouded by the friction of his fingers. “i-i just ... i dunno. i need you, katsuki, please. i just want you inside …!”
he lets out a low, mean chuckle, his fingers curling upward to hook firmly against your g-spot. he begins to pump faster, the sound of wet, squelching friction filling the room. “you’re a mess. so soaked it’s fucking disgusting—,” he murmurs, though the way he’s grinding his hips against your backside tells a different story.
“d-don’t be mean !” you cry out, your head tossing back against his shoulder while you cut him off. “you didn’t even let me finish, baby. i love your mess.”
the praise makes you whimper, your body arching into him. suddenly, he withdraws his fingers with a wet schlick, leaving you feeling suddenly empty and aching. before you can whine about it in protest, he brings his dripping fingers to your lips. “suck ‘em,” he commands softly, his voice low and condescending.
you obey instantly, your lips parting to take his fingers into your mouth. you swirl your tongue around them, tasting the salty, sweet musk of your own arousal mixed with his scent. you’re making needy noises in the back of your throat while he watches you with a heavy lidded gaze, moaning almost mockingly as you suck on him. he then reaches down with his other hand, gripping your swollen clit and rubbing it harshly.
he lets out a sharp exhale when you release his fingers with a wet pop, his now free hand goes to grip your waist tight as he continues to rub you. “fuck, you’re so nasty,” he whispers, though the tone is purely affectionate. then, he slides his fingers back inside you all at once, deep and sudden, making you cry out.
this is all too much. you’re practically sobbing now, your hips jerking uncontrollably against his hand. “mmm..., k-kat ! c-c !—” you let out a muffled scream against his fingers as your thighs tremble and your pussy flutters hard around his fingers, your orgasm comes rolling through you in wet pulses that soak his hand.
eventually, you calm down a bit and he feels you shifting against him again. your hips roll in slow, needy circles, the wet heat of your pussy grinding down on the now hard line of his dick through his sweats. you can feel how much he’s grown for you, thick and straining. “…baby.” you lift your head just enough to look at him through your glossy eyes.
“…mm ?” he asks, staring down at you with a soft exhale from how worked up he got while cleaning your mess off his fingers. “what now ?”
“…put a baby in me, pretty please.”
“what ?” he freezes, his breath hitching as he looks at your flushed face and blownout pupils looking at him so seriously. he can smell the sweetness of your ovulation, taste it even after he licked his fingers clean. he lets his head fall back against the couch while he feels you grind your still-soaked core right against the head of his dick through his sweats. “you’re killin’ me,” he grits out, his hand gripping your hip tight to hold you there, letting you feel the sheer size of him pulsing through the fabric. “you really want it that bad ? you want to be knocked up that bad and carry our brat that much ?”
“yes ... please ... please just fuck me,” you whimper, rubbing yourself frantically against him, desperate for the friction, desperate for the release that he's teasingly withholding. “please… can we fuck ?”
“nah,” he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips even as he’s visibly sparking from the effort of not losing it. “i think i’ll just let you suffer a little longer. show me how much you want it, baby.”
you groan dramatically, lightly hitting his chest because you don’t want to hurt your boyfriend, do you ? you then pout before finally whining, “at least let me suck !”
an: lemme talk abt izukus cock and hyperspermia plspslslplslsp
midoriya izuku; who's got to have the most beautiful cock known to man kind.
the first time you see it, you're in awe.
so thick and chubby, his tip is sooo wide and such a beautiful shade of pink (you may even want to get the colour done for your nails), it's so veiny that every time he thrusts into you; you can feel the vein pattern in your sopping heat.
not only that.
but midoriya izuku cums. a WHOLE lot.
like the first time you want to suck him off, he tilts his head over to the side; his cheeks rosy in embarrassment as he murmurs. "please don't feel the need to make me finish..i— i cum a lot." your eyes move back down to his dick to see the ENORMOUS amount of pre that this man is spewing out.
that night when he cums ropes and ropes into your mouth, he runs his thumb over your chin to collect the rest of his cum that spilt out when you were trying to swallow it all (which was not an easy task!!). he takes up the thick white gooey liquid and shoves it right into your mouth, letting you suck on his thumb too while you're at it.
this very obviously leads to him having the most massive breeding kink known to man kind. he loves watching you beg for all his cum like you can't live without it, and he loves watching it flow out of you before he sticks his thick fingers right inside to keep you plugged :'''(
he's blessed with such a beautiful cock and such amazing loads of cum. you couldn't ask for better <3
an: im a whore for hyperspermia, SUE ME!!
banner creds to @/uzmacchiato
you can’t cum anymore without older bf!toji’s help ♡︎
꒰ cw; fingering, orgasm, slightttt babying, established relationship … ꒱
you began to feel utterly helpless when toji wasn’t around.
you’d become accustomed to toji taking care of most things — like when a lightbulb needed fixing, or you needed help reaching something on the top shelf. it even extended to pleasure, seemingly now something only he could give you.
no matter how hard you try, when toji’s not around, you physically can’t cum. your fingers don’t reach as deep as his cock does. your toys don’t amount to the feeling of his warm tongue against your clit.
your worst nightmare is becoming one of those women that have to rely on a man — but fuck, you’re too far gone. at least when it comes to pleasuring yourself. once you’ve felt toji’s hands all over you, his thick cock splitting you open, there’s no going back. nothing else compares.
so, you lay across the couch, hand shoved down your panties as you try to make yourself cum for what feels like the millionth time today. it was no use. every failed attempt has you more worked up, desperate being a complete understatement.
and what’s worse? toji is late coming home from work. you’ve been telling yourself for hours ‘it’ll be fine, toji will be home later to help.’ it’s later now and he’s nowhere to be seen. you feel like crying — cheeks flushed red, panties sticky and soaked through from hours of pure torture.
then, thankfully, your apartment door swings open, heavy footsteps closing in. as soon as toji sees you on the couch, eyes glassy, hair messy, utterly defeated — he knew exactly what was wrong. "again, princess?" toji says, planting himself down next to you, gathering you in his strong arms.
you begin to sob from pure need and frustration, toji’s strong hands holding you steady as you climb onto his lap. "you’re late," you sniffle, burying your face in the crook of his neck, tears spilling onto his skin. "i know, baby. gonna make it up to you."
"please—hurts," you continue, more tears beginning to fall from listening to how pathetic you sound. your older boyfriend kisses your temple, then your neck, cupping your pussy over your panties and feeling the sopping mess that lingers. "all worked up, huh, princess?"
you nod, sniffling again, sighing in relief as toji’s thumb brushes your clit. knowing you’re in no position to wait, he slots his hand beneath your panties, gathering your slick on two fingers — bringing them to your aching clit.
your shudder from the much needed contact, holding him tight as he begins to circle your clit just right. "hnngghh—toji," you moan, instantly bucking your hips against his hand. toji chuckles lowly, voice deep and gravelly as always. "s’not funny," you whine.
toji kisses your neck again, "sorry, doll. y’just so needy. poor baby." though it sounded mocking, he means it, feeling slightly guilty that he’d been late home — leaving you to suffer for longer. his fingers move faster, pleasuring your needy clit perfectly in ways that you can’t.
"want my fingers too, princess?" toji asks, knowing the answer is completely obvious, he just wants to hear you say it. "mnhh—please. need it," you mewl, pussy clenching around nothing.
toji pushes two thick fingers inside you, filling you instantly. he repositions his thumb to press against your clit, drawing another desperate moan from you. "shit, baby," he says, curling his fingers deliciously, "droolin’ all over my fingers"
you can only whimper in response, too lost in pleasure, already embarrassingly close due to toji’s skill and your plethora of previous failed attempts.
"almost there, princess. feel this tight lil’ pussy clenchin’ around my fingers," he purrs. your body begins to tense, fingers threading through the hair on the nape of toji’s neck, hips grinding forwards as you chase your release.
you feel toji harden beneath you, the feeling making your cunt flutter around his digits. "feel how hard i am?" he says, fingers moving faster, "go ahead and cum f’me so i can give ya’ what you really need, yeah?"
more filthy moans leave you following toji’s encouragement, eyes squeezed shut as that familiar feeling takes over. "atta girl," he praises, fingers working you through your orgasm, prolonging it as much as possible to ensure you feel every wave of pleasure you missed out on all day.
he refuses to withdraw his fingers until you’re fully through it, praising you every second — slick coating his fingers and wrist generously.
"did so good, doll. feel better?" toji says, finally withdrawing his hand from beneath your panties. you whine from the loss of contact, body slightly limp. "mm, thank you."
toji begins to undo his belt hastily. "don’t thank me yet, doll. got somethin’ better to give you."
a/n; sorry for the lack of posts the last couple days guys mama has been busy!!
summary: what better way to close out the semester than rearranging his shy girl's guts?
categories: nsfw. fem!reader. college au.
warnings: situationship. he's overly egotistical. riding his lap. creampie. hate sex. rough unprotected sex. cervix pounding.
there's no doubt fratboy!toji is a serious jerk who gets off on embarrassing the shyest girl in class. the one he also finds the prettiest but can't actually devote himself to you without ruining your life on campus so early in the semester.
the rumors would spread like wildfire, and a sliver of humanity in him believed it would be best to leave you alone. at least, outside of lectures where he'd loudly clear his throat if you asked a question, open videos on full volume right next to you amongst other obnoxious gestures.
it was hard, but you learned to ignore him - figuring the hottest man at the university was either just an oblivious jackass or subliminally flirting with you. he had better things to do than waste his time pining after some nobody who spent a majority of her time alone in the library.
or so you thought.
the first time having a real, one on one conversation with him took place near the end of the semester. "we should see each other, you know." this had to be one of his stupid pranks, why wait until the end of a semester to ask someone out, you thought. a man of his caliber deserved a woman with similar status and prestige, not a textbook definition loser.
but a high maintenance girlfriend wasn't in the books for him. you met his standards - beautiful, demure and humble, not a bitch who viewed being spoiled as a bare minimum requirement.
the sneaky bastard didn't just give you his number, he outright texted himself from your phone. "let's get together sometime."
you were meant to transfer out to another university for the next semester, giving him an incentive to make you his girlfriend for the summer at the very least. once you were gone, he could go back to his casual playboy ways and drink with his friends without worrying your name would slip.
fancy dinner dates and flowers weren't part of your expectations for a summer fling, and you were completely satisfied with keeping an emotional distance as not to catch feelings. that part was never a problem for him in the past.
"so, you're really going away for good." he leans back on the sofa in his condo where the two of you would meet up and fuck each other's brains out every other day. "what's so great about those other guys, huh?" he maneuvers you onto his lap, his hands massaging your ass underneath your mini yellow sundress.
"you know it's not that." he scoffs and spreads his legs wider, giving you access to grind on the growing bulge trapped in his pants. " and so what if it is? it's not like we're, an actual thing." the admission genuinely makes him angry - not with you, but at the circumstances.
"if we're not a thing, how come you're so quick with your texts?" it was true, you'd even bail on other plans just to bounce on toji's cock for a few hours. "bet if i slide these cute panties to the side, you're already soaking wet."
"don't do this now, for real." you wriggle in his lap, absentmindedly clinging onto his shoulders for purchase. "do what, touch my girl's pussy that's all ready to take my cock when all i did today was throw onto my lap?"
"okay, fine. you win." your fingers fiddle with the belt he's wearing, removing it quickly to free his growing erection. "so what if i'm this wet for you already."
"bet no other guy has that super power." oh, and his cock curves all the way up to his belly button. "can i fuck you into being my girlfriend even if you're a few measly hours away?" the best way to get him to quit arguing with you is to shove his boxers halfway down his thick thighs and take matters into your own hands.
"i still remember that look on your face the first time you saw my cock." his hands migrate from your ass up to your hips, hoisting the sundress up to your breasts. "need this off, but keep the panties on. wanna fuck you with 'em on."
"you're such a jerk." he's careful not to tear the dress straps before carelessly throwing it on the floor.
"yeah, that's what they all say." nothing is more infuriating than toji's ego, though it's one of the elements that make this doomed situationship so sinfully alluring. "say please."
"fuck you."
"you're about to." he tugs your panties aside, ignoring the delicate lace that's in the way of your slick cunt. "now say it."
"please."
"that's much more like it, princess." he guides your hips in a swivel that has your folds pressed right on top of his length, coating it with your velvet warmth. "fuckin' feels amazing every time." a sharp jut of his hips upwards and his tip catches your hole, both of your eyes rolling back at the sudden stretch.
"just the tip and you're already a moaning mess."
"shu- shut up!" with your legs parted on either side of his hips, he uses the opportunity to start lowering you down on the first few inches.
"this pussy drives me crazy," he rolls his hips in circles as your body adjusts to his size. "what, my cock isn't making you feel the same? i'm hurt." deeming you wet enough to take more of him, he effortlessly impales you on the first four impossibly thick inches. "that's more like it. all cockdrunk and stupid for me."
"more, please." the strain in your voice makes him even harder, groaning at the obscene squelching sound of your bodies meeting. "these are in my way." after finally tearing off your panties, he's given full immediate access to your gushing pussy without worry.
"oh my fuck-" all you can feel is the pounding of his fat cockhead ramming into your cervix, body re memorizing the shape of his whole cock.
"nobody else can fuck you this good 'n make you this wet. not so shy outside the classroom it seems. this the first big cock you've taken?" your thighs barely keep up with the pace he's set, a sight he finds pitiful enough to lift your ass up and down on his own.
"that's it, up and down for me. too fucked out to think. fuck, 'm close." the pleasure snowballs into a wickedly intense orgasm, the push and pull on your poor body surrendering. "still on birth control sweetheart?" you could punch him from the nickname alone, simply nodding your head alternatively.
the dick was too good. you'd kill him after.
"fuck, need your cum filling me."
"i'll take that as a yes." the following few thrusts from him are brutal, relentless and send blood rushing to your clit and send you reeling. "got a big load for you, been saving up all week."
"oh my-fuck yes, please 'm gonna, so close." the last thrust is delightfully overstimulating, ropes of his cum overflowing your walls, cock throbbing violently for it to leak around his base. "you act like you hate me but you're nonverbal from how hard we went."
with a final kiss to your neck, he lets you collapse as an exhausted pile of bones onto his chest. "gonna be my girlfriend or do we need a round two?"
"fuck, okay. whatever." a strange way to declare your love for him, he thought to himself.
