SUMMARY: Okay, so you had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on Bakugou when you were both in high school. He was kind of your first love, if you believe in those kinds of things. But you got over it. It's fine.
You see Bakugou sometimes at hangouts, at get-togethers. He's in your orbit, or you're in his, because of your mutual friends. You're all adults now, so it's fine. It's a little weird, but fine.
You're supposed to be on vacation, at a place that's hours away from Musutafu. You're not sure what you've done to deserve it, but Bakugou's here too. And instead of both of you pretending the other doesn't exist, as usual, he's talking to you. He's everywhere. It's fine.
(It's not fine.)
TAGS: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki, aged-up characters, friends to lovers (being generous with that friends label lol), fluff, pining, eventual smut
"just how many of these shipping edits are going to have this sound?" đŠâĄđŞ
streamer! satoru was strategic. sure, he has a massively huge crush on you, streamer! yn (he still hasn't asked you out despite the amount of times it is painfully obvious that he's really into you... like he's literally turned red on stream because you hugged him in that one get-together with sukuna and then with suguru's stream). but he figured, why not make some bag out of this and stream himself viewing the edits fans have made of him on twitter and tiktok.
he would've asked you to join, but you unfortunately couldnât due to the fact that you had another collab with another streamer ... nanaken. in actuality, you havenât really been talking as often due to busy schedules, and satoru sees no point in you talking to him considering the fact that he hasnât asked you out yet.
but nanami? that was one of streamer! satoru's homeboys, so he didn't really care... until chat noticed stuff.
"haha, you guys really enjoy fucking with me, huh?" satoru was on the nth edit of you and him, making sarcastic comments on how chat really wanted him to be with you (and in his subconscious, he was hoping you'd see this stream and agree and maybe hopefully you two would start dating...) but then he took a look at chat once someone sent a donation.
zeninheir67 sent a $5 donation: u fucking cuck why is ur girl with another streamer rn
"you... she's with one of my friends, nanami right now... mods, silence him. but lets see what my bffs are doing right now since you guys are talking so much shit."
for fun, satoru began to tune into nanaken's stream... and when satoru began looking at the rest of the chat, he felt his heart go to his ass.
marlborosoverparliaments: they look a tad bit close lol
notfvsh1gur0: this feels wrong
yuji2tuff: watch the twitter tl spam other type of edits
makithedestroyer: ur lowk a cuck for this LMAO
there you were, with nanami, so close. nanami's streams didn't really consist of much apart from the occasional sarcastic commentary of internet drama that his viewers sent and the fact that heâs a conventionally attractive guy who crochets on stream while chatting and reacting to shit, and also does asmr (specifically the fan favorite: performative male manipulative ex-boyfriends begs you to come back) .
rightâŚ. heâs conventionally attractiveâŚ..
âokay⌠you guys are honestly doing too much. theyâre literally justâ'" â âwhat do you think about the shipping edits? huh?â
satoru shut up real quick when he heard what nanami read in his chat. he was currently tapping on a hard-cover book he was reading while you were knitting close to a mic for asmr affects when he read the comment out in amusement.
âi think thatâs directed at you, y/n,â â âhm? the edits? of me and toru?â
shit, strike 1.
you smiled, stopping your knitting as you looked around sheepishly. âyeah! i have! theyâre cute! iâm sure he thinks theyâre cute too. you guys are funny.â
strike 2âŚ
nanami looked over at you, a ghost of a smile creeping. âwell, i was going to invite your little boyfriend to join but it looks like he had other plansâŚâ
âoh yeah! but next time we should all collab! i think heâd really like that! i can bring my blind bag things and do asmr with them with you guys!â
strike 3⌠did you really just hard launch him and he hasnât even confessed his feelings towards you?! and nanamin supports it? what a fucking gâŚ
tojilifts: this guy stopped functioning wtf
zeninheir67: ew imagine folding for a FOID
makithedestroyer: /zeninheir67 kys
cursedsuguru: you guys are so cute it disgusts me
âhard launch i guessâŚâ
it felt a tad lacklusterâmaybe because satoru hasnât yet understood not processed the weight of your words. satoru or streamer! satoru. so he just stared at the chat sending in troll messages about how heâs so whipped.
until he got a text message.
n/n <3: hey! i said something a bit controversial on a stream with nanami and i wanted to apologize if it made you uncomfortable
no⌠it didnât. it actually made him excited.
n/n <3: i hope we can possibly talk later alone. at my place after im done with my stream and you are with yours? really wanna talk with you rn !
satoru: sure! iâm down. see you then :)
and so, the usually nonchalant streamer! satoru, burst into a fit of giddy laughter and smiled at his chat.
âits a great evening. iâll do whatever gets the most votes this stream.â
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okay so if iâm gonna do a part 4 i legit dk what to do it on dhdjsjdjsjsjjsjsjjs
ââŕ¨ŕ§â Ě. dadkuna and you helping your little girl get rid of her loose baby tooth Ě.âŕ¨ŕ§ââ
"count to three."
"b-but it's gonna huuurt," your daughter's voice trembled as she was on the verge of tears. a string was tied around her loose tooth with the other end fixed to a doorknob; all your husband's idea, of course. you tried to hold your laughter as you stroked her hair soothingly, standing behind her.
"daddy's gonna be so quick, sweetheart," you reassured. "you won't even feel a thing." you glanced up at sukuna with a suppressed grin. "right?"
sukuna raised an eyebrow at her in a mock stern expression, though you knew he found the situation just as amusing. "you don't trust your father, kid?"
frantically shaking her head, pigtails bobbing, your daughter looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. "i do, but i'm really scared."
"just count to three," sukuna repeated calmly, his hand already on the knob. "it'll be over before you know it."
your daughter turned to you and your heart ached at her innocent, earnest face. you kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "you can close your eyes if you don't wanna look. i'm right here."
with a deep, shaky breath, the girl squeezed her eyes shut, gripped your fingers tightly and started to count very slowly.
"one... two-"
a loud slam of the door interrupted her. your daughter's eyes opened abruptly as she stared dumbly at the floor. right there, still attached to the string and hanging from the handle, was her fallen canine.
"baby, you did it!" your arms came around your daughter in a warm hug. pride filled your chest as you showered her with praise. the shock seemed to gradually wear off as she grinned back with an adorable, slightly bloody, tooth-missing smile.
"it actually came out! that was so fast, dad!" she pulled away from you to hug sukuna's thighs. "i didn't feel anything!"
huffing in amusement, sukuna picked the girl up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder, making her dangle upside down by his legs as she shrieked with joy. "that's why you gotta listen to your father, kid," sukuna walked towards you, eyes half-lidded. "your daddy's always right. just ask your mom."
"put her down, ryo," you scolded even as you couldn't keep the laughter from your voice. instead of replying, he kissed you, firm, still holding your daughter securely. you melted into it despite yourself, tugging him closer by his beater.
"eww, is dad being gross again, i can feel it," your daughter complained behind him. "let me go, i don't wanna see!"
"too damn bad," he gruffly spoke against your lips after you parted, smirking. "it's my house, i can be as gross as i like."
gagging exaggeratedly, your daughter managed to land on all fours as she pulled away from sukuna's grip. she grabbed her tooth and rushed to her room, shutting the door. you huffed and shook your head, fond, letting sukuna wrap his arms around you properly.
"brat. she learns it from you," he muttered, planting kisses on your neck. you scoffed indignantly, though it came out breathless and smiling.
"you love it," your head tilted, arching towards him, giving more room. he snorted quietly against your shoulder.
"i do. god help me, i do."
a/n: it was actually originally supposed to be a son, but i js couldn't imagine sukuna as anything but a girldad idkkk it just speaks to me â đ Ě.
⥠summary: after two terrible days, all you want is to use your boyfriend as a mattress. unfortunately for you, gojo satoru is very easily distracted.
⥠warnings: 18+ mdni ⢠explicit sexual content ⢠established relationship ⢠oral (f!receiving) ⢠multiple orgasms ⢠piv sex ⢠praise ⢠possessive language ⢠dirty talk ⢠creampie ⢠fluff
⥠authorâs note: this was inspired by a post from @silentlunarkiss based on this fanart đ i screenshotted it immediately because i knew i wanted to write it, then somehow lost the original post before i could tag them. finally found them again!! âĄ
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The apartment is quiet when you finally drag yourself through the door, your work bag feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds. Your feet are killing you, your brain is fried, and all you want is to collapse into bed and not move for approximately twelve hours.
You kick off your shoes and shuffle down the hallway, already pulling your hair out of the bun you'd done up that morning, now mostly falling out on its own. The bedroom door is cracked open, and when you push it wider, you find exactly what you were hoping for.
Satoru is sprawled across the bed like a starfish, still wearing his teaching clothesâblack pants and a rumpled button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His blindfold is tossed carelessly on the nightstand, and his white hair is an absolute disaster, sticking up in every direction like he's been running his hands through it all day. His eyes are closed, one arm thrown over his face.
He looks as exhausted as you feel.
"Rough day?" you ask, and he groans without moving.
"The first years tried to fight a curse three grades above their level because Yuji said it 'looked easy,'" he mumbles into his arm. "I had to bail them out. Again. Then Megumi and Nobara got into an argument about mission protocol that somehow turned into a full-blown screaming match about who ate whose leftovers from the fridge. I had to separate them like they were toddlers."
Despite your exhaustion, you snort. "Sounds about right."
"And then," he continues, finally moving his arm to peek at you with one brilliant blue eye, "Yaga cornered me about paperwork I was supposed to file last week. Do you know how much I hate paperwork?"
"I'm aware." You're already moving toward the bed, unbuttoning your work pants. "You complain about it literally every time."
"Because it's the worst. I'm the strongest sorcerer alive. I shouldn't have to file incident reports."
"Mm-hmm, very tragic." You shimmy out of your pants and leave them in a heap on the floorâa problem for future you. Your blouse follows, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. "My day was also shit, for the record."
"Yeah?" He's watching you now with lazy interest, too tired to even sit up but still tracking your movements.
"My boss is an idiot, the coffee machine broke, I had to sit through a two-hour meeting that could've been an email, and Janet from accounting passive-aggressively cc'd the entire department on an email about someone stealing her lunch. Which, for the record, I didn't do, but she definitely thinks I did based on the way she was glaring at me."
"Want me to hollow purple Janet from accounting?" he offers, completely serious.
"Tempting, but no." You crawl onto the bed and without ceremony, flop directly on top of him, your full weight pressing him into the mattress. You bury your face in his chest with a long, dramatic groan. "I'm dead. This is me, dead."
"Hi, dead. I'm also dead." His arms come around you automatically, wrapping you up even though you're both too tired to really move. "We're both corpses now. This is our life."
"Our death," you correct, muffled against his shirt.
"Our death," he agrees solemnly.
For a moment, you just lie there, breathing in sync. He smells like his cologne mixed with the faint scent of the training groundsâsweat and grass and something distinctly him. It's comforting in a way you can't quite articulate. This exhausted, collapsed-together moment feels like home.
His hand starts moving on your back, slow and gentle, rubbing up and down your spine. It feels incredible, and you make an embarrassing sound of contentment that you'll deny later.
"You're tense as hell," he murmurs, fingers working at a knot between your shoulder blades.
"You try dealing with Janet's accusatory emails and see how relaxed you are," you mumble, but you're already melting into his touch.
"I'd just block her."
"You can't block coworkers, Satoru."
"You can if you're powerful enough." His hand slides lower, still rubbing your back, and you feel some of the day's tension starting to ease. "This okay?"
"It's perfect. You're my favorite human pillow."
"Just human pillow? Not devastatingly handsome boyfriend who you're lucky to have?"
"That's implied," you say, but you're smiling against his chest.
His other hand joins the first, both of them working at your tired muscles, and you honest-to-god almost start purring. This is exactly what you needed. Just thisâhim, the quiet apartment, his hands on you, the weight of the day slowly lifting.
But then his hands start to wander.
It's subtle at first. His fingers drift from your back to your sides, tracing the curve of your waist. Then lower, skimming over your hips. And thenâ
He grabs your ass. Both hands, full handfuls, squeezing appreciatively.
"Really?" you ask, lifting your head to look at him. "We're both dead, remember? Corpses don't grope."
"I'm a very motivated corpse." He squeezes again, shameless, and there's a grin tugging at his lips now. "Can't help it. You're lying on top of me in your underwear. What did you expect?"
"Self-control? Restraint? Basic human decency?"
"Baby, you know me better than that." His hands are still kneading your ass, and despite your sass, you can feel heat starting to pool low in your belly. "Besides, you love it."
"I love that you can't even wait until we've recovered from our respective terrible days before getting handsy?"
"Exactly." He's fully grinning now, that cocky, insufferable grin that makes you want to kiss him and smack him at the same time. "Your ass is the best stress relief. It's science."
"That's not science, you idiot."
"It's my science."
You snort, but you're not moving away. His hands are warm and familiar, and honestly, after the day you've had, this isn't the worst thing in the world. You let your head drop back to his chest, eyes drifting closed.
"Comfortable?" he asks, voice softer now.
"Mmm," you hum in agreement. "Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it."
For a while, it's just quiet. His hands keep movingâsometimes squeezing, sometimes just resting there, thumbs drawing lazy circles. You can hear his heartbeat under your ear, steady and strong. The tension in your shoulders is almost completely gone now, replaced by a different kind of warmth, something slower and heavier.
You're half-asleep when you feel itâthe unmistakable hardness pressing against your hip.
"Satoru," you mumble, not even opening your eyes.
"Hmm?"
"Are you seriously getting hard right now?"
There's a pause. Then he says, "...Maybe."
You lift your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. He has the decency to look slightly sheepish, but there's heat in his eyes now, that familiar hunger that never really goes away when it comes to you.
"We were having a nice moment."
"We still are."
"You've got a boner."
"I doâŚThat doesn't cancel the nice moment."
You stare at him for another second before letting out a laugh.
"Seriously?"
"What?"
"I come home exhausted, use you as a human mattress for ten minutes, and somehow I'm the problem?"
"You are absolutely the problem."
"I literally haven't done anything."
"You climbed on top of me, got all comfy, made that little happy humming noise, and then fell asleep on my chest."
"I hummed?"
"You hummed."
"I don't hum."
"You do when you're really comfortable."
You narrow your eyes. "I've never noticed that."
"I have."
You glare at him.
"âŚBaby." He exhales dramatically, like he's carrying the weight of the world. "You're makin' me so hard."
You snort. "You're unbelievable."
"I'm trying to be respectful."
"Are you?"
Silence.
"âŚNo." He grins without an ounce of shame. "Not really."
Despite yourself, you laugh again, dropping your forehead back against his shoulder.
"You're ridiculous."
"I know."
His arms tighten around you just a little. "But you look so comfortable."
His voice is quieter now. "So happy."
You burrow your face further into his shoulder.
"âŚI like when you're like this."
You feel yourself smile before you can stop it. "You're such a sap."
"Only for you."
There's a comfortable silence. Then his hands drift just a little bit lower again.
"âŚOkay," you mumble. "Now you're definitely not being respectful."
"No." He gives your ass another shameless squeeze. "I'm definitely not."
Before you can respond, he's sitting up, keeping you in his lap, and capturing your mouth in a kiss that's hungry and demanding. You can taste his desperation, feel it in the way his hands grip you like he's afraid you're going to disappear.
When he pulls back, his lips are already swollen, his eyes are dark with want. "I need to taste you," he says, and it's not a request. "Get up here."
"Up whereâ"
But he's already moving, sliding down the bed and pulling you with him. "On my face. Come on."
"Satoruâ"
"Please." And there it is, that needy edge that makes your stomach flip. "I've been thinking about this all day. About you sitting on my face, riding my tongue until you come. Please, baby. I need it."
How are you supposed to say no to that?
"You're ridiculous," you say, but you're already moving, letting him position you. He's lying flat on his back now, looking up at you with such raw want that it makes you shiver.
"Not ridiculous. Desperate." His hands come up to grip your thighs, pulling you forward. "Now stop stalling and sit on my face."
"Bossy," you mutter, but you're lowering yourself down, and thenâ
"Oh fuck," you gasp as his tongue makes contact, sliding through your folds in one long, deliberate stroke.
He groans under you, the vibration going straight to your core, and his hands tighten on your thighs. "That's it," he mumbles against you. "Right there. Don't move."
But you're already moving, you can't help it, grinding down against his mouth as he licks and sucks and devours you like a man starving. His grip on your thighs is almost bruising, holding you exactly where he wants you, and when you try to lift up, worried about suffocating him, about being too muchâhe just pulls you back down harder.
"Satoruâ"
"Stay," he demands, voice muffled. He pulls his face back to look up at you. "Fuck my face. Come on, baby, I can take it. Give it to me." Then he lowers his mouth to you again.
It's obscene, the wet sounds of his mouth on you, the way he's completely lost in it. His tongue circles your clit, then dips inside you, then back to your clit, and you're already shaking, already so close.
"That's it," he encourages, and you can hear the smugness in his voice even now. "You're dripping, baby. such a mess on my face."
"Shutâup," you gasp, but there's no heat in it because he's rightâyou can feel how wet you are, can feel it on his chin, his lips, and it should be embarrassing but it's just hot.
"Make me," he challenges, and then he's sucking your clit into his mouth, hard, and you cry out.
Your hands fly to the headboard, gripping the edge to steady yourself as the pleasure intensifies. You start to really move now, riding his face with purpose, and he moans underneath you like this is exactly what he wanted all along.
"Fuck, yes," he groans against you, the vibration making you gasp. "Just like that. Use me, baby. Take what you need."
His hands guide your hips, encouraging the rhythm, and his tongue is relentlessâcircling, flicking, pressing flat against you in a way that makes your thighs shake. You can feel yourself getting closer, that coil of heat tightening in your belly.
"Satoru, I'mâfuckâ"
"Do it," he demands, voice rough. "Come on my face.â
His tongue flicks rapidly over your clit, and that's all it takes. Your orgasm crashes through you in waves, pleasure rolling through your entire body. You're grinding down against his mouth, riding it out, and he's groaning underneath you like this is the best thing that's ever happened to him.
When you finally come down, shaking and oversensitive, you try to move off him, but his hands tighten on your thighs.
"Not yet," he mumbles, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, your hip bones, anywhere he can reach. "Justâgive me a second. You taste so fucking good."
"You're gonna kill me," you pant, but you're smiling.
But he's already diving back in, and you gasp as his tongue finds your clit again. Your whole body jolts at the sensitivity, but he doesn't let upâhe's relentless, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady as he works you over. The pleasure is almost too much, bordering on overwhelming, and you're already moaning his name.
"Satoruâfuckâit's too muchâ"
"I know, baby," he groans against you, the vibration sending another wave through you. "But you can take it."
He's eating you out like he's starving, like he can't get enough, and your whole body is shaking. Your hands grip the headboard tighter, your hips moving against his mouth almost involuntarily. The pleasure is building again, impossibly fast, and you're gasping and moaning as he works you toward another orgasm.
"Oh godâSatoruâI'm gonnaâ"
"That's it," he encourages, his tongue flicking faster.Â
Your second orgasm hits you like a wave, even more intense than the first, and you're crying out as pleasure crashes through you. Your thighs are shaking so hard you can barely hold yourself up, and he's groaning underneath you, clearly getting off on how much he's affecting you.
When you finally collapse, completely spent and oversensitive, he finally releases you, and you fall onto the bed next to him, breathing hard and trembling.
"And I'm dramatic?" He's grinning like he just won the lottery, his face wet, his hair a complete disaster. "That wasâfuck. I love you, baby."
"You're insane," you say, but you're pulling him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.
"About you? Absolutely." His hands are already roaming again, cupping your face, then sliding down your sides. "But I'm not done with you yet."
"Oh really?"
"Really." He's kissing you again, slower this time, deeper. When he pulls back, there's something vulnerable in his expression beneath all the confidence. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Then show me," you challenge, and his eyes darken.
"Oh, baby."
He's fumbling with his pants, shoving them down along with his boxers, and his cock springs freeâflushed and hard and already leaking. You reach for him, wrapping your hand around his length, and he hisses.
"Fuck, babyâ"
"What?" You stroke him slowly, base to tip, and he's already trembling.
"Your handsâshitâthey're so much smaller than mine. Look so good wrapped around my cock."
"Yeah?" you tease, giving him another slow stroke.
"Yeah." His voice is strained.Â
He gently removes your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm, and then he's pulling you against him. His arms wrap around you, one hand sliding up your back, the other gripping your hip possessively. You can feel him, hard and hot against your thigh, and he's just... holding you there.
"Satoruâ"
"Give me a second," he murmurs, his voice already rough. His breathing is uneven against your neck, and you can feel the tension in his bodyâthe way he's trying to maintain control. "Justâfuckâyou feel so good.â
His hips shift slightly, and you feel the length of him drag against youânot entering, just the pressure of him sliding through your wetness. The friction makes you gasp, and he groans.
"There it is," he breathes. "That sound. The little gasp you make when Iâ" He does it again, a slow roll of his hips, grinding against you. "When I touch you just right."
"Satoru, pleaseâ"
"Please what?" His hand slides down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against him. "Tell me what you want, baby."
"You know what I want."
"I do." Another slow grind, and you can feel how wet you are, how easily he slides against you. "But I wanna hear you say it. Love the way your voice gets all breathy when you're desperate for me."
"You're killing meâ"
"Good." He's kissing your neck now, teeth grazing your pulse point. "You've been killing me all day. All week. Every time you look at me with those eyes, every time you smile at me like I'm the only person in the worldâfuck, baby, you have no idea."
His voice is shaking now, and you realize he's not teasing anymoreâhe's barely holding on. The head of his cock catches at your entrance, and you both freeze.
"I can'tâ" His forehead drops to your shoulder. "I can't think straight around you. Can't control myself. You justâyou exist, and I'm gone."
"Then stop trying to control it," you whisper, and you feel him shudder.
"Fuck." He shifts, lining himself up properly, and then he's pushing inâslowly, so slowly. The stretch is intense, pleasure edged with the sweetest hint of pressure as he fills you inch by inch. "Fuck, baby. You feel so good. So tight. So perfect."
"Satoruâ"
"I know. I've got you." He's only halfway in, taking his time, letting you adjust. His forehead is still pressed to your shoulder, and you can feel how much restraint this is taking himâthe way his muscles are tense, the way his breath comes in short gasps. "You're taking me so well. You always take me so well."
Finally, finally, he's fully seated inside you, and you both just breathe for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of being completely connected.
"Okay?" he asks, lifting his head to look at you.
"Yes baby," you manage. "You can move.â
"Thank fuck." He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, and then thrusts back in. The drag of his cock against your walls makes you gasp, and he groans. "That sound. Fuck, I love that sound."
He sets a steady rhythm, deep and deliberate, each thrust making you feel impossibly full. His hands are everywhereâcupping your face, tangling in your hair, gripping your hipsâlike he can't decide where he wants to touch you most.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, watching your face. "All flushed and breathless. The way your eyes get all hazy when I'm inside youâfuck, it drives me crazy."
"Satoruâ"
"I love you so much." His voice is rough with emotion now, not just desire. "Love everything about you. The way you feel, the way you look at me, the way you let me have you like thisâ"
"I love you too," you gasp, and his hips stutter.
His eyes squeeze shut for a moment, and when he opens them again, there's something raw there.
"Say it again."
"I love you."
"Fuck." His pace falters, becomes less controlled. "You can'tâyou can't just say it like that when I'm inside you. You're gonnaâshitâ"
"You feel so good," you tell him, cupping his face. "So perfect. You always make me feel so good."
His breath catches, and suddenly he's kissing you desperately, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, less measured.
"You're everything," he gasps against your mouth. "Everything to me. The way you trust me, the way you look at me like I'mâfuck, baby, I can'tâ"
"You are," you insist, and his composure cracks completely.
"Fuckâ" He's moving faster now, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. "Love how you fit around me. Like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other."
"We were," you gasp, and his eyes flash with something fierce and possessive.
"Damn right we were." He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly every thrust is devastating. "There it is. That's the spot, isn't it?"
"Yesâfuckâright thereâ"
"I know, baby. I know." His voice is breaking now, emotion and desire tangled together. "Gonna make you come again. Wanna watch your face when youâfuckâwhen you come because of me."
The pleasure is building so quickly you can barely breathe. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, his back, trying to anchor yourself as he drives into you again and again.
"That's it," he encourages, watching your face like he's memorizing it. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're close, aren't you? So fucking close."
"Don't stopâ"
"Never." One of his hands slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it. Let me see you."
The combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot and his thumb on your clit is too much. Your orgasm hits you hard, pleasure crashing through you in waves that make your whole body tense and shake. You're clenching around him, and he groans at the sensation.
"Fuck, yes," he breathes, still moving, fucking you through it. "That's it. That's my girl. You're so good. So beautiful. Fuck, I love you so much."
When you finally start to come down, gasping and trembling, you expect him to follow you over the edge. But instead, he slows his movements, pressing soft kisses to your face.
"Satoruâ"
"Not done with you yet," he murmurs against your lips.
Before you can respond, he's pulling out and lifting your legs, draping them over his shoulders. The new position opens you up completely, and when he pushes back in, he's somehow even deeper than before.
"Oh fuckâ" you gasp, and he groans.
"There we go." He starts moving again, and this angle is devastating. Every thrust feels impossibly deep, hitting places that make your toes curl. "How's that, baby? That good?"
"YesâfuckâSatoruâ"
"I love you so much," he says, his voice rough. "You know that? I'm never letting you go. You're mine. Always gonna be mine."
"Yours," you agree breathlessly, and something in his expression goes even more intense.
"That's right." His thrusts are harder now, more purposeful. "Gonna take care of you. Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna love you for the rest of my life."
His hand moves to your stomach, pressing down, and suddenly his eyes go wide. He can feel himself inside you, the bulge of his cock with each thrust, and something feral takes over his expression.
"Holy shit," he breathes, completely mesmerized. His hand traces the outline, feeling himself move in and out of you, and he starts fucking you even harder, unable to look away. "Look at that. Look at you taking me so deep."
You're already building toward another orgasm, the intensity of this angle and his words and the way he's looking at you like you're the most incredible thing he's ever seenâit's all too much.
He's transfixed, watching his cock disappear inside you again and again, feeling the movement under his palm. His breathing is ragged, his movements becoming more frantic.
"Can you feel that, baby?" he asks breathlessly, his voice completely wrecked. "FuckâI'm so fucking deepâyou feel that?"
You look up at him with half-shut glazed eyes, your mouth parted open, completely fucked out. "Yesâfuckâyes, Satoru, I feel itâ"
He groans at the sight of youâat how thoroughly wrecked you look, at the way you're falling apart beneath him. "You're so hot. So fucking hot. The way you look right nowâfuckâI'm obsessed with you."
He's fucking you harder now, more urgently, his hand still on your stomach feeling himself move inside you with each thrust. The visual seems to drive him wild, and his movements become almost desperate.
"Come for me again," he demands, his other hand finding your oversensitive clit. "I know you can. I know you've got one more in you. Come on, baby. Give it to me."
"SatoruâI can'tâit's too muchâ"
"You can." His thumb presses harder, circling your clit. "You can, baby. I need you to.â
The pleasure is building impossibly fast, almost painful in its intensity. You're so sensitive from your first two orgasms that every thrust, every touch feels magnified.
"That's it," he encourages, watching your face. "I can see it. You're right there. Just let go, baby.â
His voice is breaking, his control completely shattered, and then something raw escapes from him.Â
"I want youâ" His hips snap forward harder. "Fuckâwant all of you.â
His composure finally snaps.
"They've been on my ass my whole life about the bloodline. About heirs. About duty." Another hard thrust, his voice is cracking. "And I neverâfuckânever wanted it."
He's breathing hard, almost gasping between words.
"Not until you."
His forehead drops closer to yours, his movements becoming more frantic.
"Only you. Want to marry youâwant to wake up to you every dayâwant to call you my wife andâahâknow you're mineâ"
Your orgasm crashes through you even harder, triggered by his words, by the desperation in his voice, by the sight of him completely undone above you. You're clenching around him so tight he gasps, your whole body shaking with the intensity.
"Fuck, yesâ" He's just⌠staring at you, still moving, still feeling himself inside you. "So beautifulâThe way your faceâthe way you soundâfuckâ"
The sight of you completely wrecked under him, the feeling of you clenching around him, the way you gasp his nameâit pushes him over the edge.
"Ahâfuckâfuckâfuuckkâ" He buries himself as deep as he can go and comes hard, spilling into you in hot pulses. His whole body shudders with the intensity of it, and you can feel him throbbing inside you, can feel the warmth spreading.
He collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you but clearly boneless. For a while, you just breathe together, sweaty and satisfied.
"Holy shit," you mumble.
"Yeah." He's pressing kisses all over your faceâyour forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips. He canât seem to stop touching you, his hands running over your skin like he needs the contact. "You're amazing. Incredible. Best girlfriend in the entire world."
"Best girlfriend, or best pussy?" you tease, and he pulls back to look at you with mock offense.
"Both. Definitely both." He's grinning now, that soft, genuine smile that he only gives you. "But mostly you. I love you. Like, so much. An embarrassing amount."
"I love you too, you needy disaster."
"Your needy disaster," he corrects, and he's still touching you, hands running over your skin like he can't bear to stop. "Mine now. No takebacks."
"Wouldn't dream of it," you say softly, and you mean it.
He pulls you closer, tucking you against his chest, and you can hear his heartbeat starting to slow. The exhaustion from earlier is creeping back in, but it's different nowâsatisfied, content, the good kind of tired.
"We should probably shower," you murmur, but you're already half-asleep.
"Later," he mumbles into your hair. "Right now I just wanna hold you."
"Clingy."
"Yep." He doesn't even sound ashamed. "You're stuck with me. Forever. Hope you're ready for that."
"I think I can manage," you say, smiling against his chest.
And as you drift off in his arms, you think that yeah⌠you can definitely manage. This ridiculous, needy, perfect man is yours, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
đâď¸Â 18+ mdni ¡ pussy so good, sukuna taps in (longer ver.)
Loving YĹŤji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've known and loved him first before this entire ordeal even happened and blew up â it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.
Nearly a decade has passed since everything concluded: GojĹ Sensei is unsealed and alive and has won the fight, Kenjaku is killed, lost a lot of people in the process, YĹŤji is permanently Sukuna's vessel (not a big deal anymore), and for some twisted reason, YĹŤji seems to stop aging altogether (the big deal).Â
With Jujutsu Tech slowly being rebuilt to a "better" version, a lot of you have also opted to stay in the dorms for the mere convenience of it. That, and it's basically a coping mechanism for everyone.
And as with everything else, his predicament doesn't truly stop either of you from doing things you love and from being intimate around each other. But where YĹŤji excels in self-control against what's residing within him, it appears that the majority of that said will, if not everything, is thrown out the window the second you go and beg to be fucked.
And fucked real good. Or badly. Whichever way one wishes to put it.
Maybe that's partly on you, or him, or even both of your asses to blame. But, really? Can you blame yourself when Yōji looks stupidly hot all the damn time? Stupidly, massively hot and bothered?
Especially when he wears a simple white shirt which accentuates how broad he is everywhere, when he looks like his brain stops functioning and he's looking at you with only the thought of fucking you bone-dry, and his dick decides to run on autopilot and take him to a blissful place right between your thighs.
Yes, can you really blame anyone with how immaculate he is?
"So tight, baby," YĹŤji says between clenched teeth.
A vein appears in the middle of his forehead, contemplating whether he should start moving and ram his cock all the way in or give you a chance to adjust to his girth first.
"Ah, YĹŤji," you whine, "just go in. Stop teasing."
"T-Teasing? I'm not teasing, sweetheart." He manages to choke an incredulous and breathy laugh at your whining. "You think this is easy for me, too?"
You playfully slap his muscled arm. "Shut up! You know what I mean!"
"Damn, even after all that," YĹŤji grits. "Even after all the sex we had every night, you're still tight."
With a shuddering exhale, YĹŤji grinds forward, pressing himself deeper into your petaled hole until you whine and drag your nails up and down his back and coax him closer.
"Oh, yes, baby. Shit âyes, yes, â yes," he incessantly babbles. "You're sucking me in completely. I could come right here â shhiiit!"
His lips head for yours and capture you in a heartbeat. Your nails move towards the front where you lift the hem of his shirt to feel his toned stomach. A languid moan erupts from your throat, and YĹŤji relishes swallowing your sounds.
His name echoes past your lips soon after he breaks contact. Each drawl of the consonant you utter is like a song of reverent praise that effectively shuts him up.
"You're taking me so well." He whispers, eyes glazed. "Such a good girl you are for me."
"Baby," you whine again, locking your legs around his waist.
"I know, I know." YĹŤji moans at the feeling, more so when he feels your teeth tease the crook of his neck.
It's intoxicating; it leaves his fogged-up brain even more fogged, and it's taking him greater lengths to fight through both of your horniness to keep himself at a steady, level pace for you. Otherwise, you'd probably be limping for days, even resort to crawling if you need to get to point B.
Hell . . . that doesn't sound bad at all.
"Oh, baby, please don't do that. You know I'm sensitive there." He lightly scolds you, pulling at your hair in warning.
"But you taste so good, though."
He supposes if he's going to fuck you the way he wants to, how long he intends to, and the way you let him, then he's not going to deny you what you want to do with him, too.
In fact, if he isn't so gung-ho with you and your immaculate pussy that's still sucking him in greedily as he continues to stretch you, and if he didn't let his dick dictate his decisions, then he would most definitely relish the prospect of you dominating him.
Oh, because if you only know, YĹŤji would definitely submit to you. Maybe right now you'd possibly doubt that he would, given that he always wishes to be inside you or put you in positions you didn't think you could and do this or that for him. But honest to God, if you tell him to be on his hands and knees for you, he will get that shit done pronto. Put a collar on him or whatever â he doesn't care. Everything you could do to him screams sexy and a lot of sex. So, who is he to refuse that?
"Harder," you find yourself begging him, "please. Yes â yes, right there!"
YĹŤji's arms that are propped on either side of you buckle before quickly rebalancing himself enough to take most of his weight off of you. "Shh, Fushiguro might hear us. You don't want that, noh?"
"Then he should cover his ears!" You rebuke teasingly. "He knows better. Isn't he the smartest of the bunch here? Come on! He should put his brain to work. Chop, chop, Megumi!"
"S-Stop! Don't make me laugh right now." YĹŤji bites his lips. "I'm really horny, and I don't want to be un-horny because I'm thinking about other stuff that isn't you."
"Sorry, I'm sorry," You apologize, but it turns into a chuckle because you didn't think you'd be thinking about it, too.
"Relax for me," YĹŤji attempts to bring the mood back, salvaging what's left of it from your silly, little antics. "That's it, baby. Ease into me again."
YĹŤji's hold around your thighs changes until your legs rest upon his shoulders, and he pounds against you like an animal in heat. From this new position, his cock sinks further. Skin slaps against skin. While your breathing becomes coarse and ragged, YĹŤji sounds the same except for minuscule groans of pleasure now and then.
Then, he folds you in half, situates himself a little higher, and pistons his cock back in. You haven't realized you're drooling until he licks the sides of your face.
"Open your mouth." He says, and when you do, he spits twice. "Swallow."
There's a trail of saliva connecting you two when he pulls back. His eyes, however, are transfixed heavily upon the bulge that's appeared at the base of your stomach.
"Remind me to buy a mirror next time. I want you looking at yourself like this. It's so hot, I swear." YĹŤji drools. "You're so good, baby. So, so, good. Oh â fuck!"
Just when he spills inside of you, and you're about to come down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the room and breaks your release easily as if he had done this countless times before.
"Enchain."
Suddenly the ceiling becomes the bed sheets as you are flipped onto your hands and knees. Your muffled confusion doesn't go unheard, but other pressing matters come first. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases the shell of your ears.
"YĹŤ â?"
"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice rumbles deeply against your skin.
This is the first time he's ever graced you with his presence. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would frequently pop on YĹŤji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something atrocious to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and broken through YĹŤji like this before â and right in the middle of fucking, too.
"Heh," he yanks you closer, forcing you to look into his hungry eyes. The way he looks at you . . . as if you owe him the pleasure he has been denied for so long. "My vessel lost control. I want to know why."
Before you could have swung a cursed tool at him, to trap him within your cursed energy, enough to stall and call Megumi for help or anybody else should he decline, Sukuna slams your head against the bed and fucks you senselessly.
Is it to your imagination, or did YĹŤji's cock grow bigger? Because for some reason, when Sukuna thrusts into your hole, it's fuller. He is far more brutal and ornery with his movements, too.
"Take it all like you are meant to do."
This is wrong. This is terribly, insanely wrong. Here you are in the mercy of the sadistic curse, cackling like the bastard that he is that he found something to entice himself with, and yet . . . it's wrong to feel how good you're being fucked.
Sukuna nudges your legs with his knees to spread wider for him. His hands busy themselves by mockingly kneading your ass before slapping each cheek hard.
You yelp and bite the corner of the pillow hard. Unfortunately for you, Sukuna notices. He pulls you by the hair again, and tosses everything that would muffle your voice aside. There is a buzz of mischief you can feel swirling around his energy, but you can't decipher it all too well as he shoves you down to the mattress.
"Y-YĹŤji â"
"My name, brat â"
"âY-YĹŤji, Y-YĹŤâ"
"â I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.
Your back arches unknowingly to the sensation, and before you think twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"
"Good, little one." He mutters sadistically, inhaling the scent of pheromones pumping out from you.
His hands are everywhere that he can touch you, and even when he couldn't reach parts of your body, Sukuna merely bends you to his will and lets himself have you any way he pleases. Since the brat's been constantly denying him of you, it's only right that Sukuna gets to have fun with you now.
He fondles your breasts. He pinches your clit. Your thighs are scraped in thin lines of blood that bring him more arousal. Your asshole is gaping at each tense movement he makes out of you. His canines sink to the thin skin of your neck so deeply, he can taste your blood, fueling him into a messy plethora of moans and pleasure like he's drunk on his own aphrodisiac.
"Again." He orders.
"W-What?"
"My name. Only."
"Su-ku-na,"
"Louder. I won't tolerate what you refuse to give me. Say my name again, little one."
"Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna!"
"That's it. Keep calling my name as you come."
Your orgasm comes to you like a torrent â harsh and unforgiving. Still, Sukuna doesn't stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.
When you barely manage to make him pull out of you, and you start crawling, he easily drags you back.
"Oh? And where do you think you're going?" He lifts your ass and flicks your clit hard as punishment. "You do not run away from me, unless you want me to kill you."
"But, I need â"
"No."
"Sukuna, please!" You push his body away from you once more, desperately trying to get out of his strong grip. But damn, because of his strength and that it's also YĹŤji's body, and you know how sturdy he is, Sukuna doesn't budge. Not even a little. "Please, give me a moment."
"And what did I say?" He raises his brow questioningly.
He's fascinated by the way you react to him. When he lazily drawls his fingers around your inner thighs, you shake. When he lets his tongue graze the cup of your ass, you whine. And when he sniffs your cunt, and it smells promiscuously sour and preposterously sweaty, you sound like you're about to come again.
"N-Not there, not yet,"
"What did I say?" He challenges.
"I â" you sound close to weeping.
He pulls your hair. "What. Did. I. Say?"
"No!" You wail, moving restlessly. "You said, no!"
"Good. Ah, you're close. I can tell. I smell it."
And you are â were. When your orgasm hits you like a brick, your mouth could barely keen a sound. Your body caves and molds to Sukuna's shape. You don't need to look behind you to know that the bastard is smirking at how easy it is to make you submit to him. It's sickening since you already know he won't let this one up anytime soon, especially to YĹŤji.
There's an abrupt change between you and Sukuna once you feel his hold slacken. With him loosening his clutch around your chest, you allow yourself to breathe better and force your eyes to focus on your surroundings. That's when you realize you're flipped on your back, and your legs are locked around his waist again.
"S-Sukuna?"
"No, darling." YĹŤji breathlessly says. He brushes your hair away from your face. "It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"
Reassuringly, you shake your head and smile at him. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."
"Yeah?" YĹŤji perks up.
"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."
YĹŤji presses his forehead against yours. The heat is still visible in his eyes, though it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at before.
"That was hot," YĹŤji admits. His cock hardens against your thigh. "Watching you . . . like that."
"It was," you breathe out. "It really was."
There, beneath YĹŤji's hollowed eyes, your gaze lingers towards the triumphant gleam squinting at you in reds and blacks. It tells you exactly what is going through Sukuna's mind: that he's heard of that and he's nowhere near finished with you yet.
You swallow dryly.
"Are you tired?" YĹŤji brushes your cheek tenderly.
You shake your head. "I'll be fine."
"Let me fuck you next, then. Yeah?"
Before you can respond in return, YĹŤji grabs your hips and enters you. He folds you in half, quickly telling you to wrap your legs around his neck, and then proceeds to pound you as promised. This time, he doesn't hesitate. He thrusts harder and harder, nails scraping against your skin for support.
He spots the mark Sukuna made on your neck, and he dives to your other side with a growl. He laps onto your skin possessively, and you can feel that he's lost all patience with being gentle because the moment he bites down on you, it's not out of consideration anymore. YĹŤji is claiming you.
"Come for me this time." He sternly orders. His hands lay flat on your stomach, feeling the bulge he caused. "For me. Come for me."
"YĹŤji â fuckfuckfuck â YĹŤji!" Something uncontrollable comes out of you, and you realize a second sooner that you've squirted all over him. Your juices drip from his bare chest and down to his untrimmed bush. "I'm sorry, I â"
YĹŤji stiffens. "What the fuck, Sukuna!"
"Enchain."
"Oh my God, YĹŤji, come back! Give YĹŤji back for the love of God!"
"Do that again. Squirt for me, little one." Sukuna growls.
"That was an accident. I â I â I didn't mean for that to happen." You admit, trying to regain proper breathing because, goddamn it, you won't be able to with this fool in the front. "Just give YĹŤji back!"
"Let me bring it out of you then."
It's obvious to you now that both of them have their preferences in terms of fucking you. While YĹŤji prefers that both of you are staring at one another and lose each other together in the art of fuckery, Sukuna does anything with you so long as either his dick or mouth is inside of you.
Sukuna lies down and pulls you up until your cunt is angled to his face. You grip the headboard for support, but then you realize that his hold on you is steady and firm. You aren't swaying even when he blows a warm bubble of air directly to your dripping mound.
Then, with his hold tightening, he buckles you down to his mouth and eats you out.
"Ah, Sukuna!" You squawk, gripping his hair. You hear the wet squelches you make from his tongue.
"You're learning." He commends. The deep gravel of his voice vibrates past your pubic hairs and sends you a jolt of pleasure that goes straight to your spine.
And just as when you are once again teetering on the edge of another orgasm, he unexpectedly stops with a loud popping sound and watches your reaction.
You try to move, yet he keeps you at bay.
Of course, King of Curses be damned, when you're this high in being so aroused and utterly fucked by not one but two of them, the consequences of your actions are the least of your concerns. And not even someone who's feared by all is going to stop you.
You swat his hands that are holding you away and rock yourself against his mouth. He teasingly fights for control, but you pin his hands above his head. A spark in his gaze tells you he's enjoying this bit.
Your hair hits his nose and grazes the top of his lips â but you hardly care. If YĹŤji doesn't care that you're growing your own little forest down there, surely Sukuna wouldn't either. And if he does, then that isn't your problem. He can return your lover to you and fuck off.
You're in a fit of moans and shameless whines, as you ride your pleasure away.
"Open yourself wider for me." He speaks quietly.
Your hands release their hold on him, and you reach down to spread your labia open. He sniffs you obscenely loud, then he seizes your pearl between his teeth, rolls it around torturously, and licks you hard. Instinctively, you buck your hips down on him.
Sukuna pulls a few strands of your pubic hair; it's painful, but it does the trick when you finally squirt all over his face.
Sukuna's control weakens again, and you realize YĹŤji's coming back. You laugh deliriously, because any person would be wondering what on earth is happening. Never have you thought that both of them would â
"Aw, baby," YĹŤji coos. "You taste so good."
"YĹŤji," you call out tiredly.
"Are you tired? We can stop, baby. It's okay."
"No, I want you to fuck me. Please, baby? I want you."
"I've been trying to all night, but someone just keeps â"
"Lift her, brat."
Your eyes widen when you see Sukuna's smile appearing on YĹŤji's left cheek.
"Shut up!" YĹŤji slaps himself.
"She will love it. Lift her. Or I will be taking over."
YĹŤji snarls a curse or two, but obeys nonetheless. He hasn't had his own proper share of fill with you yet, thanks to some bastard.
He hefts you up with your back pressed securely against his chest, his arms cage you so that even if you move, squirm, or wiggle your ass against his throbbing, veiny cock, YĹŤji promises you within his hold that you will not be dropped.
"Fold her and raise her legs."
"Baby, I just want to ask if that's all right." He grinds himself to your ass.
"Yes! Fuck yes, YĹŤji! Just do it! Hurry up and fuck me already before he switches with you again!"
YĹŤji groans. He raises both of your legs until his head is placed between them, and then his dick slides back into your entrance fluidly.
You become a sobbing mess for him.
"Did I ever tell you how glad I am that you're so flexible?" YĹŤji kisses your collarbone. "You're so hot, being folded like this."
In and out. In and out does the motion go. Regardless of whether you're exhausted or not, YĹŤji's stamina is unbecoming.
Your eyes roll back, your tongue lolls out, and all you can respond to YĹŤji or Sukuna or even both at this point â you don't care anymore who is fucking you â are all the jumbled slurs of their names, of you begging, of you wanting more, and more, and so much more.
"Enchain."
"Su â kuna,"
"Submit to me, little one. Submit."
"I submit. I submit! I submit!"
"Let that shadow brat hear you against the walls. I bet he's enjoying hearing you right now, too. My vessel is pretty turned on by what's happening; heâs not even complaining about the switch."
"Ah! Mpmh! Ah!"
"What is the matter? Where are your words?"
"Mmmh,"
"Oh? Are you enticed by the mere idea that somebody else, who is neither me nor your brat, is hearing you being fucked too good?"
"Nng â mphm â I â"
Sukuna pinches your cheeks and angles you enough to look at him.
"Speak."
"Y-Yes! I love this!"
"Well done. Rub yourself. The brat won't stop talking my fucking ear out, so do it for him. I do intend, however, to make you come before he takes control again."
You nod numbly.
"Do not stop until you have come, you have squirted, or you have fainted. I care little what comes first or if all comes together.â Sukuna licks the spot where he's marked you. "If you had been born in the era that I was, I would've taken you as my â"
"I-I'm coming!" You pull hard at his pink hair for support.
"Then come, little one. Come as much as you want."
For the last time tonight, Sukuna's control wavers. But before he returns to his realm, you swear you feel the ghost of his lips caressing the side of your face like a lover he didn't mean to find.
"I got you," YĹŤji whispers, "I got you. Just keep coming, baby. That's it. You're my good girl. You did so well. So perfect."
YĹŤji, with his dick still inside of you, slowly lowers you to the bed, tucks a stray strand of loose hair behind your ear, and nuzzles you comfortingly. "How are you feeling?"
"Baby," you try to speak, "too full."
"I'm nearly there. Can you handle one more? For me? Can you, darling?"
"Okay."
"That's my girl." After several pumps and his own release, YĹŤji finally pulls himself out. "Just rest for now. You're probably too tired."
Without looking at him, you quietly ask, "Sorry, was it . . . too weird for you?"
"I was surprised that it wasn't . . ." He admits, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
Clearing your throat, you reach out for his hand. "Think we can do it again another time?"
"Baby, I thought you'd never ask." YĹŤji teases lightly. "But maybe we need to set ground rules. Wouldn't wanna complicate things, y'know."
"Hmm, true."
With what's left of your energy, you manage to kiss the tip of his nose before burying yourself into his warm embrace.
You pat the sheets. "Ugh, we need to do laundry tomorrow. Maybe before we go on the mission. Your bed smells."
"Hey! This is all from you, I hope you know." He pauses. "Wait, I like it. Can't I keep it for one more day?"
"Ew. No."
"Didn't hurt to ask . . ."
"Okay," you tap his arm to let you go, "gotta pee before I get an infection."
"Yeah, okay,"
The calm silence between you two doesn't last long when someone bangs against the door angrily, and you hear Megumi's voice calling out to you and YĹŤji.
And Sukuna. You might as well drag him with you, too.
Megumi also must've summoned his dog because you hear a couple of growls and something scratching the bottom of the door.
"Whatever orgy you all are doing in there, take it elsewhere next time!"
"Ha! And he could've said that shit sooner?"
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Sukunaâs chamber was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single oil lamp that burned low on the far table. The faint glow of flickering flames danced across the wide futon. You're laying on your back in the center of the silk sheets, thighs spread wide around Sukunaâs powerful hips.
The weight of him presses you deep into the bedding, four massive arms caging you in, four crimson eyes stay locked on your face with an intensity that steals your breath with every passing moment.
One of his massive cocks fills your cunt, stretching you open so completely that every tiny shift of his body sends jolts of overwhelming fullness through you. He's been inside you for so long that you've lost all sense of time.
It feels like hours his cock has been keeping you full, letting you feel every inch of him. The burn in your muscles deepening with every breath. Your legs tremble from holding the position you're in.
Sweat cools on your skin. Tiny droplets tracing paths down your sides. Yet the heat radiating from Sukuna wraps around you like a living flame, keeping you warm, while his first cock rests heavy and thick against your tummy. Its warmth seeping into your skin where the fat head is nestled perfectly in the soft dip of your navel. Thick, sticky precum dribbles steadily from the slit, filling that little hollow and spills over where the taut skin beneath your belly grows warmer from inside out. The sensation makes your breath hitch.
You can feel the way your own pussy drips around his second cock, sweet juices soaking his girth and the sheets below with every flutter of your walls. Sukuna felt every little pulse, every flutter of your walls around his massive length. Your cunt's molded itself to him now, gripping him tightly and welcomes him deeper with each subtle shift as you clench helplessly around his massive length, pulsing and squeezing as if trying to pull him in even deeper.
Your fingers are fisted tight in the silk sheets, knuckles white, the fabric's scrunched up in your palms so hard that if you let go, the imprints of your grip would remain. Every muscle in your body felt deliciously sore already. The kind of ache you knew would linger tomorrow and remind you exactly who had claimed you so thoroughly.
Sukuna moves with aching gentleness. He fucked his cock into you slowly. Just a little more with each rock of his hips, pushing a little deeper, then easing back only to press forward again. Every thrust paired with a tender-rough kiss to your neck. He's sucked purple kisses into your skin, marked you as his, over and over again, he canât help himself.
This was one of those long nights, where he had you right where he wanted you. His version of making love to his sweet wife involved this slow worship. He kissed your beautiful skin. He felt your warmth and revelled in the pace of your heartbeat under his palm. The way your blood circulated throughout your body hypnotized him. It captivated him completely alongside the tight constricting heat of your cunt around his cock.
Wet squelches were significantly audible now, sopping wetness that flowed out thickly from your cunt, made them most prominent in the quiet room. He loved those lewd noises. He loved the scent of you even more. The warm salt of your skin. The sweetness of your hair and the sweet, heady aroma of your arousal that hung thick in the air around you both. His eyes traced every detail of you.
The heat across your cheeks. The way your lips trembled. The subtle sheen of sweat making your breasts glisten. He noticed how your nipples peaked in the cool air, noticed the rapid rise and fall of your chest. The soft thrumming of your heartbeat under his fingertips calmed him. Love made him drink in all of it. You were his. Utterly and perfectly his.
By now, you started to whine as the pressure built unbearably.
âs'too much...haaah...Sukuna-â The words left your lips high pitched and dazed. Voice coming out soft and breaking on little incoherent babbles when another slow thrust nudged his thick cockhead against that deep, sensitive gummy-soft spot inside you.
Sukuna shushed you gently, lips brushing your ear. âShh, little wife. I know. I know it stretches you so full. But you are taking me so well. Just a little more. Let me feel you.â
His crimson eyes drank in every detail of your face, the way your lashes fluttered, the way your lips parted on little gasps as he rocked into you more intentionally but tenderly. He knew he was big. Everything about him was. He always tried so hard not to overwhelm you. Yet the stretch of his huge cock already did that. Your body always tried its hardest to take him. It fluttered and clenched around him. You wanted to cum.
The need to is excruciating but his resilience held him back from fucking you roughly. He wanted to savor you first and only then he'd make sure to fill you full with his cum, and leak him for days. Pump load after load into you and watch your lower tummy swell with him. It was always so much. It always had been and always will be.
Right now, he savoured you. You kept taking him deeper and deeper, then his gaze left your face. He looked down at your body, eyes focused on your breasts. The slight movement of them every time you heaved for air entranced him.
The way Sukuna took his time was excruciating. One of his lower hands trailed from your shoulder down your sweat-slicked skin, cupping the soft weight of your breast. He stroked it tenderly, thumb brushing over the nipple before pinching it lightly and tugging the stiff bud. It grew firmer instantly under his touch, so sensitive and soft.
You arched with a quiet cry, and Sukuna groaned low in his throat as he leaned forward to capture your nipple between his lips, mouth closing around it tenderly as he sucked gently at first, with slow devotion. Then harder, tongue swirling and teasing around the taut bud while his hips continued those shallow, devastating thrusts.
Pleasure coiled tighter inside you. Slowly, his hands moved down, two big palms finding purchase on your soft curves. His eyes followed the expanse of your body as he gripped your waist lightly, both thumbs pressing on the swell there, his first cock still resting on your lower tummy, smearing thick, warm precum on your skin.
He massaged the sticky mess, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your bloated lower tummy. Feeling his other cock under your skin, shift as he moved and began fucking into you deeper with purpose, now that he had a proper hold on you. Pulling you down on his cock to meet his thrusts.
You cried out. It felt so good, yet it was too much. The fat tip of his cock meeting the puckered tight entrance of your cervix, bullying it sweetly. More and more, it yielded gradually. You felt him so deep. So impossibly deep. Body trying so hard to take him. Your walls fluttered and clenched, milking his thick cock with every movement. The pressure built inside you, excruciatingly perfect, until it finally broke.
The intensity crashed over you. You came hard, body shaking as your pussy milked his cock with powerful spasms. Sweet juices gushing around him. Sukuna's control finally snapped. He held you tighter, four arms wrapping around your trembling body as he fucked into you with desperate, deep strokes claiming you completely.
His second cock rubbed hot and heavy against your tummy, smearing more precum across your skin. With a guttural growl he buried himself to the hilt and came. Heavy pulses of thick cum flooded the narrow channel of your cunt. So much of it. Your lower belly swelled visibly with the warmth of him. You felt every spurt, every throb, walls milked him greedily, drawing out every drop as he emptied himself inside you.
He stayed buried deep, arms cradling you close while the last tremors ran through both of you. His forehead pressed to yours. Crimson eyes soft in the dim light as he looks at you with something close to wonder.
âMy perfect wife,â he murmured, voice rough and low. One hand stroked your swollen tummy, he pressed gently feeling the evidence of his release there. âSo full of me. So good for me, always.â
You whimpered softly. Your cunt still fluttering around his cock. Yet you smiled up at him, arms wrapping around his neck. Sukuna kissed you slow and sweet, savouring the taste of your lips. The warmth of your breath. The way your body yielded so completely to his. He noticed the way your lashes brushed your cheeks when your eyes closed. He noticed the faint tremor in your thighs still wrapped around him. Noticed how your pulse slowed under his palm. Every detail etched itself into him. His wife. His light in the endless darkness.
He would stay like this for a while longer, still warm against and inside you, savouring every pulse, every shared breath, every quiet moment where the King of Curses could simply hold his beloved wife and feel utterly at peace. Outside, the night continued on. Inside, wrapped in each other, time held no meaning. Only love and the burn of pleasure remained.
r u guys sick of papatsuki n singer!wife!reader n baby seiko yet | beach episode
pro-hero!katsuki whose singer!wife seems to know every song on the radio.
there's not a single outing they been on where a song didn't catch on her ears that she wasn't immediately humming or harmonizing along to.
âwait, i know this song.â
they're at some antique shop, wifey on his arm as baby koko was tucked face forward in a carrier he wore at his front, quietly observing as her parents browsed the shelves for new trinkets.
âyeah?â he hummed, holding up an intricately-designed box to squint at it. âyâ worked on it or somethinâ?â koko made grabby hands at the box, so he held it farther where they could examine it together. what, was it a music box? where'd this even open?
wifey, busy placing the song in her mind, paid zero attention to whatever they were up to as she looked to the ceiling. ânoâthis is like, an oldie. like, somewhere last century.â
âso old as hell.â
âall might's old as hell.â
âall might's fuckin' timeless.â
she snorted, head falling to rest at his bicep. âcrazy that your ass bullied izuku. nerd-on-nerd violence.â
koko was also very interested on figuring out how the strange box opened, patting and scratching at any line her small hands came across as her papa twisted and turned the damn thing. he shook it before; it's hollow and had shit inside, how the fuck did you get to them?
âdid you suffer from internalized nerdphobia?â
nearly ten years of this, he's gotten used to whatever was flyin' out of his lady's lipsâbut also, he had grown significantly as a person. so. âprobably.â
wifey stood to her tippy toes, kissing him on the cheek. âproud of your recovery.â
âthanks.â
they stayed like that for a while; wifey's head in the clouds as she deciphered the melody, him and koko teamin' up to figure out how to open this fuck-ass box. this had to be like, ragebait. no fuckin' way can this actually open. every little hint of an opening did nothing, and he was practically clawing at the damned thing, all the while his one-year-old's patting at his forearms in encouragement.
âoh, i got it!â
ây' do?â he absentmindedly supplied, grunting as he tried to pry open this loose opening he finally found. he's so close, it just needed a little more...
âmhm!â wifey nodded, proud of herself. âit'sââ
suddenly fanfare bursted into his palms and a colorful jester's head sprung out of the box, laughing loud as streamers flew out of the now opened box.
pro-hero!katsuki was brave. he was strong and powerful and had hardly flinched in fear in his entire nearly-thirty-years of life.
pro-hero!katsuki definitely did not just blow up the stupid fucking box in the middle of the antique store.
wifey squealed but managed to cover koko's ears in time, and when the smoke cleared, the jester's head was covered in soot and the corners of its smile had melted into a frown. and also the parts of the box he'd been holding had blackened from the impact.
eyes wide, his lady shot him a look worth a thousand words, but all that left her glossy lips was a simple, grave âdude.â
somewhere behind them, the middle-aged owner had peeked with a grimace. âi'm sorry sir, but you'll have to pay for that. it'll be 150,000 yen.â
katsuki's head whipped over to the owner with nothing but rage in his racing heart.
âONE HUNDRED AN' FIFTY THOUSAND FUCKIN' YEN FOR THIS PIECE OF SHIT!? ARE YOU FUCKIN' WITH MEâ!?â
koko, having fully recovered from the explosion, fell back against her papa's chest in a fit of gigglesâall the while her mama was already disassociating.
âWHO THE FUCK WOULD PAY THAT MUCH FUCKIN' MONEY FOR A FUGLY CLOWNââ
slapping a palm over his running mouth, his lady sighed, already digging through her purse with her free hand to fish out her black card. âexcuse him. please charge us 200k. i insist.â
this also happens everywhere elseâthe âwifey knowing every songâ thing. not... whatever's wrong with him.
they're in the supermarket for a restock of the house's kitchen an' pantry; katsuki's comparing two boxes of granola optionsâtheir usual brand versus a new one that also had great health benefitsâin his hands, while his lady's in charge of the cart and entertaining the baby sat in the toddler seat when a certain song came along.
âoh my godâ koby, do you remember this song?â
koko's a smart big-headed baby (literally, she inherited his fat skull of all things) so she shook her head, doe eyes watching her beloved mama starting to move her shoulders to the rhythm with many, many hearts.
âugh, i wrote this when you were still in my uterus.â katsuki had been immersed in comparing the ingredients and nutritional value of the two granola boxes, but his ears perked up at that very last wordâwhat the fuck was his wife saying to their kid now? âi would've released it myself but like, i had you kicking around in me so i sold it. then it became a hit and it's in the clubs like, everywhereâwhich i know because i totally went to them.â
katsuki held his snort.
âlike wow koby, mama was sooo social. i was dancing and definitely club-hopping every nightââ
âmama was eatin' club sandwiches. she was not social.â
gasping, betrayal flashed across her face as she looked to the back of his ducked head, still looking at the granola boxes.
âkatsuki!â
âshe was readin' comics an' fics over ice cream every night.â
âcan you like, not make me look uncool in front of my daughter?â
he turned on his heel to face her, taking a step closer. âcan you like, not lie to our daughter?â
âi just want one win,â she pouted, holding up a finger. âjust the one. let me score my âcool momâ points.â
katsuki snickeredâhis lady wanted a win? even though she was already one of the most famous talented women on the planet? amazin'. never change.
ây' already have a fuck ton of wins.â
âhow do you know?â wifey scoffed as koko started clapping, grinning in full support of her parents' bickering. âyou been keeping score or something?â
âwell.â moving the boxesâyes he was still holding them he still hadn't made a decisionâto one hand, he put his free one on his hip as he leaned on the side of the trolley, something smug blooming on his face. âevery time i win, âs basically y'r win too. so if y' think about it, y've barely lost y'r whole life.â
cringing, she blinked at him once. twice.
âwow.â
âyou amazed, baby?â
âpositively disgusted. i'm divorcing you and becoming a nun.â
âfirst time bein' a deadbeat, huh?â he quirked a brow to her, ây' nervous?â
his lady broke at that, bursting into melodious cackles as she keeled over, holding onto the handles of the cart for support. it's infectious, and at her little age, koko wasn't immune to the giggles she was getting from her mama, dangling legs kicking with glee.
pro-hero!katsukiâwho's definitely not secretly the biggest simp on the whole planetâdefinitely wasn't grinning at the sight and sound, smitten and proud that he made his pretty girls laugh their hearts out.
âwhere the fuck did youââ her gasps for air were desperate. âstop, i'm going to pee.â
âdiapers're nearby, i'll go get 'em.â
âSTOP.â
in the end he bought both the usual granola and the new oneâbut in a smaller size, which was a great decision because koko absolutely hated them.
pro-hero!katsuki, whose singer!wife should be in charge of the music in the car but never likes any of her playlists unless she's already listening to them, nor does she ever play her own songs because she keeps forgetting about them or doesn't like 'em.
which was ridiculous because he's listened to all three albums, four eps, and sixteen singles. some of them weren't even in genres he liked but he still knew all the lyrics by heart.
âi think y' should give the first ep another listen,â he argued, turning the wheel to go rightâthey're driving to pick up koko from izuku's place the morning after date night. âif not, we gotta get y'r ears checked.â
in the passenger seat, his lady scoffed. âi am not hearing that from you of all people. every time you pass me your earbuds after you just used them it's like high-def speakers blew up in my ears.â
âi still think y're fuckin wrong. it's a nice ep, y're too hard on y'rself. you gotta embrace the past or whatever âinner peaceâ hippie shit that vine girl from b's into.â
âshiozaki?â her brows furrowed in thought. âgirl, i think she's religious.â
âwait... yeah, whateverâpoint still stands.â
sinking into her seat, his lady sighed as she looked out the window on her door. âi don't know, man. give it a few more years and i'll probably like it a little more. like i was still figuring out what the fuck i wanted to do back then so it's all cringey to me.â
â's nostalgic to me,â he countered, turning to enter the ua complex. âthey're songs y' wrote when we were in schoolââ
âplease, you just like that it's about you.â
âsure, but 's not just that.â
the memories returned in instantaneous flashes, a fast rewind he'd see in the back of his eyelids with every blink. maybe it's just 'cause they were drivin' into school grounds again because izuku lived in the teachers' dorm, but the feelings from back then were hitting harder than they usually did when he thought of that ep.
âafter everythin', writin' the songs helped y' cope. and y' cringe now but back then, i remember lovin' every time y' came knockin' on my door to play me whatever y' just made 'cause y' were just so proud an' happy i stopped feelin' sore. married you t' see that for the rest of my life. rememberin' all that's what i like 'bout the ep. â
he parked the car with ease, and when he turned to unbuckle his wife's seatbelt, he was met with glistening eyes and a glossy pout.
he sighed, melting. âbaby.â
âyou're such a sap now.â she sniffled, bottom lip quivering. âi'm going to leak this info to a shitty tabloid an' ruin your rep.â
he snorted, ây' think âgreat explosion murder god dynamight loves his wifeâ 's gonna ruin my rep?â
âi'll make sure they write in detail just how much of a simp you are.â
âwhatever yâ want, princess.â
her hand pulled him in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss, slow and loving and just as sweet as it was the very first time they kissed in the quiet of the dorms. âthank you thank you thank you, i love you love you love youâs overwhelmed her tongue that she was paralyzed, so all she could do was let him taste it.
they only got as far as barely a minute into making out when a very unimpressed izuku was knocking at their window, holding an equally unimpressed koko.
âyou guys are disgusting.â
his lady pushed him off to gasp in glee, rushing to open the door. âKOBY!! IZU!! I MISSED YOU!!!â
katsuki never wiped off the gloss on his lips after they kiss, 's free lip balm. he rolled his eyes though. âwow. just like that.â
but when she chose to play his favorite song off her first ep on the ride home, he couldn't help the downturned smile that spread across his face.
âž â ew null's back with a haphazardly-written 3-in-1 đ i'm taking a break from pt two of the beach ep bc serious writing takes a lot out of me so i thought i'd put down some of my other ideas like this for now idk. i did not intend for it to get so mushy but oooo wowwww a bit of mama y papa lore wowwwww. i hope it's okay i died inside when i had to write the kiss bc i didn't know how </3
ao3 | ko-fi | Š lunarlighxt on tumblr â do not repost or translate without my permission. i do not consent to my works being fed into ai or used for its training. if you do that, i will break my âno killâ rule.
ykw while iâm on my anti-sex god bakugou agenda, i do think that sometimes he says stuff thatâs hot that he doesnât realize is hot, especially when you first start getting together. like heâll accidentally fluster you somehow and his brain will literally go âwait what did i do? how do i make that happen again?â
like romance and love and sex and flirting is this grand experiment that generally makes him uncomfortable but when he meets you, it becomes something he really really wants to try, but he has no idea where to begin. so usually his flirting attempts are constipated and jilted, sometimes even cheesy, and the sort of things that work in his favor, where he sees success, are when he like tucks a piece of hair thatâs in front of your face behind your ear when yâall are eating dinner. heâs not doing it to flirt with you, heâs doing it because âoh god, what if they accidentally eat hair.â and then he doesnât get why your face is bright red !!!
like anything he does or says that is âsmoothâ is purely because he was trying to be functional and helpful. any outright flirting he does is stuff heâs seen other people do, which does not translate well. does this make sense bakugou void???
Can I talk about cockwarming but in a non-sexual way? I mean, yes, it technically is because, you know, but I mean cockwarming as a way of decompressing. It's basically cuddling with extra steps. Wanting to be as close as humanly possible, the pressure of them inside you paired with the weight of their body against yours. Just very intimate and cozy, resting in their lap, covered with a soft blanket while they hold you close, it's the perfect way to end a day
my wholesome thought about aang is that when he blows you air kisses itâs like a puff in the shape of a heart that dissolves on the tip of your nose n he does it everydayyyyyy because it makes you giggle
ever have those nights where you just want Bakugou to hold you?
knowing that you wouldnât have to do anything or think about anything. you could just⌠be. i know just being in his presence would be the most secure and calming feeling. no matter the previous mood, Bakugouâs soul just has a way of making you calm. absolute serenity.
he doesnât even have to say anything. just him being near you has such a big effect. but even then, manâ his voice would be so soothing. there is something so nice about a deep and raspy voice. can imagine just asking him to mindlessly talking about his day. about a shitty villain. annoying paperwork. about his philosophical thoughts. about the weather. about how he killed a bug. about how he almost killed his stupid friends. about how something reminded him of you. about any and everything.
itâs not just his voice thatâs soothing, but itâs him. hearing the way he tells his stories. his personality showing through with each detail which only makes you love them more. to the point where it feels weird when you hear other people tell stores cause they arenât Katsuki. simple as that.
for others, Bakugou doesnât say much⌠itâs better that way for them. so itâs weird for those who get to see the rarity that is a talkative Bakugou. something that youâve grown so accustomed to. all of those nights sitting in each otherâs arms, listening to him. his voice in a natural state, low and raspy. itâs lazy the way he talks.
the words tumbling out of his throat, almost too quiet to hear. he misses a couple of syllables at times due to the lack of effort. but you never miss a beat.
you only do when you start to fall asleep. youâre trying so hard not to, you enjoy these moments to much to fall asleep on them. but how could you not. not with the steady rise and fall of his chest. the way his hands unconsciously rub up and down your back. how his head is laid on yours which is comfortably tucked in his neck. you can feel the rumbling of his voice from his body as he talks. occasionally feeling his breath tickle your skin when he huffs about something.
itâs like he wants you to fall asleep. and you do. and you always get the best sleep because of that extremely relaxed state.
he never says anything to you but Bakugou can always tell when youâre about to fall asleep. your breath slows and your mouth opens a little against him. he thinks itâs cute the way you lazily say âuh huhâ as if youâre listening to what heâs saying, moments before youâre out.
he always makes it a point to gently kiss and pet your head for good measure. heâs gotta make sure you get the best sleep possible.
a/n - tooth rotting bakugou slice of life fluff since i can't sleep. no gendered terms used, but reader is described as AFAB.
you don't hear bakugou put the keys into your front door, but you can instantly tell when he's walking into your apartment. maybe there's some part of you that can still hear the way his boots stomp across your heated wood floors, though he's gotten quite better at making his footsteps quiet, or it's some sort of magical power-couple ESP, but you always know when bakugou is finally back home to you.
even when you're half asleep, like you are now, some shift in the air tells you that he'll be coming through your bedroom door in about two seconds. and sure enough...
the door creaking open is the only sound he's made since returning home from a grueling patrol shift. the kind that stays boring, where he's sure he'll be called home, that turns into steady menial fights and stops out of nowhere. not busy, just steady. a robbery attempt at a convenience store. returning a lost child back to their parents. acting as extra muscle for police when needed. scaring the daylights out of two sixteen year olds attempting to make a bong out of an apple. repeat. repeat. repeat.
"hey sleepy..." bakugou whispers as he walks around to your side of the bed. his voice always has a hint of gravel, but it rumbles more after work.
"m'not sleepy..." you mumble, futilely rubbing the sleep from your eyes as bakugou kneels so he can get a proper look at you. "just resting till you were back. you're the one that needs sleep."
"sure you're not sweetheart," a little breath puffs out of bakugou's nose.
"just get into bed now," you say, grabby arms outstretched.
"i'm not ruining the sheets," bakugou says, his gloves and boots were removed at the door. "wanted to head straight home, have to shower."
"oh please..." you're much more awake than before. "you never get all that black gunk off your eyes anyways."
you outstretch a hand to rub a finger on the thin skin just below his eye and above his cheekbone. katsuki has already attempted to get most of his eye-black off. "that's a really nice smoky eye. what's your technique?" his breath puffs into your hand again before he presses a kiss to your palm.
"shower," he says, standing back up from his kneeling position on the floor.
"it looks real sexy on you..." you continue. "like batman or something. robert pattinson batman."
bakugou just shakes his head as he walks to your bathroom, but you can tell that the tips of his ears have gone red hot. it's no surprise that the bathroom door closes with what could easily be accused of a slam at this hour of night (morning).
it's less of a struggle to keep your eyes open when you know your boyfriend is just on the other side of a door. he isn't standing on top of roofs or hiding in alleyways. he's just unwinding in your bathroom. steam rolls from under the door's crack. the caramely musk of his sweat combined with the spicy clove of his aftershave. when the fan in the bathroom turns on, you know he's finished.
bakugou leaves the door open as he walks back into your bedroom, something he harps on regarding moisture and proper bathroom care and avoiding mold. he squeegees the damn glass on your shower every time he uses it. the mirror too if it needs it.
"mmph," you mumble into your pillow. you can't see him, but he's clearly hovering over something. you haven't felt the bed dip, signalling him finally crawling under the covers with you. the indignity. "mmph," you harrumph into your pillowcase again.
the second little noise does the trick, a little bump to the mattress from bakugou's shins. "setting my alarm," he grumbles, voice like the first rumbles of a thunderstorm, yet still somehow kind. the beep beep of the changing alarm time repeats.
from your position laying down on your stomach, you hang a hand off your side of the mattress, the other readjusting your pillow under you. your cheek turns away to the wall, staring out the window. the mattress dips. he's sitting. "stupid fucking, piece of shit-"
"just use your phone," you say.
"i've told you, it never wakes me up properly-"
"and you have an afternoon shift anyway," you turn to stare at bakugou's back. "it's 3 a.m. you don't have to be up till past noon."
"... i thought it was wednesday."
"it's thursday baby," you tap his back. bakugou's always ran too hot, maybe a symptom from his quirk. your own personal furnace. it's much too humid for him to be wearing a sleep shirt this time of year. a drop of sweat rolls down the nape of his neck...
"well if that's the case," bakugou begins, his brain needing a moment to reboot with the new information. "i guess that means i get to sleep in."
he swings his legs under the covers, digital alarm clock abandoned on his night stand. he'll wake up whenever his body decides to wake him up. with at least ten hours before he has to be at work, the rigidity of an alarm isn't necessary today.
both of you turn off the lamps on your night stands in an instant, the bright neon and LED's from outside sneaking through your sheer curtains instead. you lay on your side facing the wall again, content to just feel how the mattress feels different with bakugou beside you. shadows dancing on the walls from cars still passing by, with the summer humidity still feeling ever present despite your apartment's recently upgraded central AC.
a hand sneaks under your tank top, resting just above your navel.
"... yes?" you try to hide the amusement in your voice. the hand rubs back and forth, hard callouses feeling rough against your skin.
"just wanna feel you..." bakugou places a kiss against the back of your neck.
it's the kind of sincere and almost silent devotion that drops a pit into your throat. you feel bakugou's forehead drop down to where his lips just were, resting. his hand migrates lower, going behind your back and over the swell of your ass instead, under your sleep shorts. he never gropes, just searches, letting himself feel your thighs and your back and your stomach and your ass and back up and down again, and again, and again, and again. he's a cartographer and you're his latest map.
you can't bear it.
you flip to your other side, facing bakugou. the guilty hand rests on the curve of your waist. to anyone else, you're sure bakugou's face would look stoic. the same RBF that the media loves to claim that he has, staring down his partner in such a tender moment. but there's that softness in his eyes. his lips seem fuller than usual, on the brink of a half smile.
"careful..." you manage to swallow. god, he just looks so soft. "might lull me to sleep like that."
"that's kinda the goal, honey," and there's that smile. dear god. a little crook to the right side of his lips and a flash of a canine. katsuki licks his lips. you can't bear it.
your arms circle around bakugou's neck, bringing him lower so he can rest on your chest. everyone thinks that bakugou's hair is spiky, and to an extent it is. many a time, you've helped him gel it up before he heads out on patrol, not quite full liberty spikes, but certainly giving him an edge. but you get to feel his hair after a fresh shower, no doubt after bakugou has dried his hair so thoroughly with a tower it sticks up with static. what was once spiky tickles your chest, neck, and chin.
"love when your hair is fluffy like this," you say before you bend your neck slightly to press a kiss to the crown of his head. bakugou digs his fingers into your back, nails pressing through the fabric of your tank top. you get a kiss on the swell of each of your breasts for your compliment. he gets head scratches in return.
"i like touching you," bakugou mumbles into your boobs. "i like..." he pulls away to sigh. to look at you. he shakes his head.
"... yeah?" you cup his face with one of your hands. bakugou nods. "missed me that much, huh?"
god he's so soft. he's the softest and you're one of the only ones who know. he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand again. "always miss you."
"you're gonna kill me," you say. stone fruit pit stuck in your throat again.
bakugou stays silent for a moment. watching you like a hawk. probably (definitely) seeing the tears prick up in the corners of your eyes. he presses a kiss to your forehead before closing your eyes for you.
sweet giggly sex with your fave where your noses are touching and youâre laughing into each otherâs mouths and when you clench around him his moan is breathier than normal and youâre happy and safe and in love
locking him out after boy's night | him eating out a pudding cup goes viral
"she was hitting on you."
and you looked sorta like you wanted to hit him, brows pinched together tight and lips pushed out in a familiar pout.
"she asked what time it was," sukuna grimaced, holding up his wrist like his watch was proof. heat already coiling in his stomach at the idea of how hard you'd probably fuck him later, nails dragging down his shoulder blades as you bounced on his cock to claim him as all yours.
"she just wanted an excuse to touch your arm," you scoffed, flicking him in the forehead before picking up the full shot the bartender just slid over, bringing it up to your lips and swallowing the acrid alcohol without so much as flinching.
"did you have to bring her tonight?" gojo whined on his other side, tugging on the hem of his shirt and rolling his eyes while you cut him a sharp glare. as much as he previously enjoyed breaking up your bar fights, he didn't want gojo so much as touching you.
"i'm going to the bathroom," you surprisingly muttered, more mature than he expected as you sat the empty shot back down and shoved your purse into his arms.
he should've known better.
because ten minutes later, he was pushing through the packed club to find the bathroom - and found some dipshit dancing with you instead.
his hands on your hips as they swayed in time with the music, your tiny little red dress rolling up high on your thighs as you leaned back against him, that annoying little smirk on your lips like you were just waiting to be discovered. batting your lashes up at him when you looked up, pushing out a glossy bottom lip as you said something soft enough for only him to hear.
and that asshole just ate it up.
blissfully unaware he was just a pawn being played with.
besides, who wouldn't want to be your toy? it was the only thing you ever made easy.
your eyes locked onto his, glittering mischievously before you ran your hand down his forearm, tapping twice on his watch as your mouth started to move again.
asking him for the fucking time.
all of sukuna's sensibility sucked out of his head as he stormed over, grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you against his chest as you scoffed at him like he was the crazy one here.
"get your hands off my fucking girlfriend."
"chill, dude," the loser huffed, holding his hands up defensively. "i didn't know she had a boyfriend."
sukuna made a sound, gritting his teeth as he started to step back.
"fuckin' slut."
sukuna blacked out.
and the next thing he knew, he was being pried off of him in the middle of the dance floor, knuckles dripping with blood as his fist connected one final time with his busted lip.
shit.
"lucky i didn't knock out your goddamn teeth," he spat at him, shrugging off gojo's hands as he felt himself being pulled back by his clothes.
a bouncer was there two seconds later to yank him out anyway, but he was focused on you, making sure you were by his side while he got screamed at for starting a fight.
he was sick of this place anyway.
grinding his back molars as they pushed both of you out the side exit, shouting to not come back or they'd call the cops, the same blah blah blah he'd heard too many times before.
"kuna," you whined, leaning your head against his shoulder as he flexed his bruised fingers. "did you have to get us kicked out?"
"he called you a slut," he grunted.
"i think you were just jealous," you hummed, the corner of your mouth curling up a tiny bit as he slung an arm around your shoulder.
"yeah right," he sarcastically muttered, lying through his teeth as someone called his name. glancing over his shoulder to see gojo throwing a hundred dollar bill at the bouncer, probably bribing him not to call the police before jogging to catch up. "let's just go home."
"oh?" you pouted again, lips pursed together as you followed his attention back to where gojo was standing. "maybe i should ask gojo if he wants to keep the night going."
"don't even think about it," he grumbled.
"don't think about what?" the idiot in question asked as he caught up.
"you wanna be the one to take me home?" you purred, deceptively soft and sweet as you smiled at gojo.
"if you say yes, i'll have to kill you," sukuna deadpanned, staring him down as he squeezed you closer.
when they don't pull your panties aside but instead eat you out through the soaking wet fabric... kissing and licking and sucking and spitting, tracing with their fingers and their tongue, just the tip through it too......... especially when it's a pair of old cotton panties with your bush peaking out on the sides
you tell bkg you love his stubble and now he grows it out. hands always on his cheeks. i think he realises you think heâs sexier when he comes back from a trip without shaving, feeling insecure because his hair is a mess, he looks tired af and of course heâs unshaven. then he thinks youâre all over him because youâve not seen him in a while. but the next morning he brushes his hair off his forehead, washes his face and is about to shave when youâre rubbing up on him like a cat. youâre trying to distract him without telling him what to do. slowly putting his hand with the razor down. kissing his shoulder. sneaking your hands up his tank top. lots of big round eyes from you even though you just woke up. and you canât be subtle to save your life.
âyou look so sexy with stubble.â
and that changes the game because now bakugou keeps it. the five o clock shadow. the light littering of a beard. sooo sexy. on your thighs, on your cheeks, when heâs giving you your breakfast in the morning.
when heâs got a photoshoot for a brand and they shave it for him. he goes to meet you after and your face drops.
âdid they make you shave? did they make you? oh katsuki.â and youâre pouting before he gets a hello or a word in. your hand on his face moving side to side.
âitâll grow back in a few days,â he mumbles, cheeks squished.
