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Summary: Gojo never experienced jealousy. But after overhearing you talking to Utahime about your ex (who is also her current boyfriend), he can’t fight off the shaky, unfamiliar feeling in his chest. You have to reassure him in the bedroom.
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Content/Warnings: NSFW 18+, jealous Gojo, pet-names (m!recieving and f!recieving), vaginal fingering, Gojo has a praise kink, and discovers that he loves to be called pretty boy, insecure Gojo, emotional hurt/comfort, a little angsty at first, oral (m!recieving), soft sex, unprotected sex, cream pie. At first, Satoru takes initiative, then you take over. Primarily dom!reader and sub!gojo. (soft!dom gojo too?? I think???)
Note: We’ve reached 500 followers! Woo! As a little treat to celebrate, I wrote my first every smut piece. And uhhhh… I’ve never done this before so I apologize if it comes out a little wonky. If you haven’t read it already, this piece is NSFW so MDI.
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P.P.S: sub!gojo rights.
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Gojo Satoru never considered himself to be a jealous man.
And personally, when he does get jealous, I do think he would get A LITTLE possessive. But contrary to what everyone else headcanons him to be, he wouldn’t be rough.
As Gege Akutami stated himself, Gojo is perfect in every way aside from his personality. Looks, wits, having complete mastery of his overall skill, Satoru really does have it all.
So aside from jealousy, he’s also never felt an ounce of insecurity in his life.
Plus, why would he? Growing up, he was brought up as the ‘perfect child’ in his clan, being the ignition to his ego. And currently, your devotion to him is higher than any other person he had previously come across with. And even though you don’t try, your physical expression towards him has fueled his ego in an unnecessarily large amount over your dating period.
You’re not a person of words, but merely a woman of touch. You talk a lot, but you’re not very poetic, so verbally complimenting Gojo is almost non-existent. But he doesn’t mind, since the number of compliments he has received from multiple people about his physical looks is 10x more than how much an average person receives in their lifespan. Though, it’s not a lie if he wants to hear how his eyes are like the sky or how his hair is like snow from you. Typical and repetitive, but it’s refreshing if those words trickle from your tongue instead from people he doesn’t care about.
But they never did, and he accepts that. He’s aware that you’re not the complimenting type, but the way your hand caresses his hair in the winter snow, fingertips lightly kissing his bare chest almost every night, and how you gaze into his eyes as if you were cloud-gazing is enough to make him feel like he’s the most gorgeous man alive. So it’s normal for him to never feel envy, insecurity, or any other negative, self-indulgent emotion. This relationship alone already sets him above cloud nine.
So, what happens if Gojo were to come face-to-face with those unfamiliar feelings for the first time?
—--
Utahime was extremely nervous when she introduced her partner to you and Satoru, especially you.
And it was definitely awkward to reunite with your former ex with your current boyfriend by your side… But it was Utahime’s fault, for she was rambling (and indirectly apologizing) about how painfully weird this must be to the both of you. And while Satoru joyfully soaked in her rare emotion of being flustered, you happily greeted your ex, and both exclaimed that this interaction isn’t weird or awkward at all.
Yes, Utahime’s boyfriend was your first love, but it ended smoothly and with no hard feelings. Your time apart is 5 times longer than your time together. In fact, this feels like a reunion between old friends rather than former, romantic companionship. That being said, Satoru feels at ease since you’re so relaxed and the man opposite to him (who goes by the name Rai) is non-threatening at all.
Therefore, lunch went smoothly, where everyone caught up with each other. You and Rai discussed any milestone events between the gap of seeing one another last and now, while Utahime irritatingly throws insults towards Gojo’s gleeful taunts.
After stopping at an ice cream parlor for dessert on the go, you and Utahime decide to sit outside on a bench to talk about “girl stuff” while the boyfriends entertain themselves.
“I have to take this call,” Rai waves his phone and Satoru dismisses him by flashing a toothless grin. And once the man leaves, the 28-year-old sorcerer ponders where you and his former classmate trailed off too. Sensing your cursed energy, he makes his way to the bench where you and Utahime are chatting.
“There’s no way he did that!” Utahime playfully slapped your shoulder while you hid your face from laughing too hard.
Amused, your boyfriend keeps himself at a distance, admiring how delighted you are, while also basking in how your skin glistens against the sun. But he remains close enough to eavesdrop.
“He did, he did!” Your finger swiped a tear off the bottom of your eye. “For 2 months after our first anniversary, he told the same restaurant that it was our anniversary for free dessert whenever we visited. And they believed it until all the waiters served us.”
Perplexed, Satoru raised an eyebrow, unfamiliar with your storyline. No? On your first anniversary, he took you to the Bahamas and 100% did not do that… Though it’s financially unnecessary, he thought it was a genius plan.
“It is something Rai would do,” Utahime sighed, calming down from her fit of laughter. “I’m 31, but he still sometimes tells the servers that I’m 25 whenever he wants to get under my skin.”
“Oh geez… A literal trickster at best.”
Satoru frowned upon discovering that you were talking about your past experience with Rai and how open you are about it. Well- it’s not that he minds. He shouldn’t mind, actually.
You probably talk about your experiences with Satoru to your friends all the time! Eagerly, he waits for your turn to share a goofy story about a time with your very dearest. But, that conversation never came to be.
Utahime shifts her seat and stands straight with relaxed shoulders. “In all honesty, I’m glad that we are able to talk about this. I was so nervous about how awkward it might be for you since Rai was you know…”
Her voice trailed off to some sort of unsettlement and you took that as an opportunity to smile genuinely at the nervous teacher.
“Ahh don’t be!” You gave reassurance by tapping the side of her thigh. “Rai is a great man! He and I ended on very good terms. I was actually very happy to see him today. Looks much different than the last time I saw him.”
“Really?” Utahime’s eyes ogled. “What did he look like when he was younger?”
Meanwhile, Satoru pressed his back against the wall with crossed arms. Removing his glasses, he barely needed to glance over the concrete corner to see you pulling old pictures of a group. And there you were in the middle while your finger led his attention to a figure of a man all the way to the left. Right from the get-go, Satoru knew that this picture was from you in high school, meaning that it was before you and Rai started dating. That was the only fact you told him.
The 31-year-old squinted her eyes and used her fingers to zoom into the photo. “Huh, he does look a lot leaner, but with more of a babyface. You didn’t become his girlfriend until the beginning of college, correct?”
You nodded. “Yeah. This picture was actually taken the day we met.”
Satoru felt his lips unconsciously pouting at the statement. Do you have any sort of memorabilia of the time you met?
‘It’s a group photo. Don’t be weird about it,’ The sorcerer brushed those uncomfortable, unfamiliar thoughts away.
“You guys knew each other longer than I thought.” Utahime happened to express Satoru’s thoughts out loud.
“Actually, I knew about him first before he met me,” you recalled, which sparked your lover’s curiosity. He leaned closer, so his ears could capture everything you say. Not that it bothers him, of course.
Assuming that the woman you’re talking to had a nonverbal reaction, you laughed outwardly. “You were no longer in high school, but he was very popular in our class! Though… there weren’t that many people, to begin with. Anyways, he would always be chirpy and courteous to those around him. I wasn’t that outgoing so I just kinda admired him from the back of the class until it was our semester of high school… You’re okay with me telling you this, right Hime?”
“Please, I’m not the envious type. I want to know who my partner was before I met him. But I think your boyfriend might get jealous.” Satoru could hear the hesitance that trailed off his former classmate’s tone. He almost wanted to jump in and laugh at how stupid that assumption was.
Satoru, jealous? It’s sinful to put those two terms in one sentence.
“Nah, he’s not like that.” You raised a hand, brushing it off. “Anyways, where do you want me to start?”
—--
Maybe Satoru did something bad and the Gods punished him for it. With Rai gone for 30 minutes, you told Utahime your old companionship with her current lover. How after months of friendship, you were the one who initiated it and how he was your first everything. Before having proper money, you and Rai would go on adventures as dates to compensate for simple meals. And to make matters worse, Utahime all soaked it up as if she was the spectator in this failed relationship.
Not an ounce of possessiveness or jealousy courses through her veins. Just utter curiosity and fascination.
Gojo told himself that he felt the same thing. However, it left a sour distaste on his tongue and a churned stomach upon hearing all of this. He had his fair share of experiences before his current one and you were being honest about yours. You liked your relationship and that’s that.
But why did he carry the feeling of wanting to whisk you away from ever getting near Rai? No, Gojo Satoru is never jealous. He’s being protective.
“What are your favorite features about him?!” Utahime asked, clamping her fingers together. You sat up straight, rubbing the back of your head with an unsure laugh.
“Uhhh are you sure you want me to answer that?” As much as you’re happy about your friend’s enthusiasm, you felt like you might be setting yourself up in a trap.
“Oh come on! My boyfriend’s really hot and kind, and I don’t have anyone to fan him over with! Please, I won’t get mad!” The semi-grade 1 sorceress grabs your hands, tightly squeezing them. You scanned her eyes, trying to see if there was any envy or malice behind her enthusiastic gaze. However, any implication did not arise and you concluded that your friend was just lovesick with no one to talk to about it.
But Satoru sure as hell didn’t want you to. Actually, he was absolutely sure that you didn’t want to answer either. He’s had enough of this and he senses that you are too. If anything, he can’t wait to accuse his senior of acting like a teenage girl for the next year and forever. Pushing himself off the wall, he began to showcase his loud, obnoxious appearance until he halted at the sound of your voice.
“Like physical? I’m not too sure, actually. I used to like how light his brown hair would get in the summer.” You opened your mouth to continue but closed it immediately.
Satoru tugged on the strands of his white hair, frowning at the color. You liked running your hands through it, but you’ve never commented on how nice it looked.
“Isn’t it gorgeous? Everything about him is perfect-” Utahime fawned. Her face beamed a bright red as she geeked over her man, clutching onto you in the process. Your stuntedness formed into a genuine smile, due to how happy you are for a lifelong friend. At last, she’s found happiness.
She continued. “His hair, his face, his eyes-”
It even shocked you that you managed to interrupt Utahime’s rare tandem. “His eyes are very beautiful. It’s like looking into a green nebula. It’s what drew me into him the most and I think he was sick of me always saying that.”
“Sincerely out of this world. I can’t describe it in words, but every time I look into them, I feel like I’m in a hypnotic trance.”
“-Like you’re simply lost whenever he’s talking?”
“YES!”
“Yeah, I noticed you blanking out whenever he was talking to you.”
“Oh shut up, you most likely did the same thing when he was yours.” Utahime playfully nudged and you furrowed at her tease.
“Sure.”
Now, this is something that Gojo had to admit that it kinda hurt. His eyes were the staple of his well-being, the frontman of his physical confidence. Yes, you drew your thumbs underneath those rare pairs, but the fact that you never called them beautiful or verbally admired them once stung.
But when Rai was yours, you apparently complimented him like it was no problem.
“Um… Well, I’m sure that you know, but he was absolutely sweet and very courteous.” Your tone softened as you reminisced about the old times. “We didn’t have a lot back then, but he still managed to make every day feel like we could do anything even though we didn’t have everything… Oh God, that sounds weird. I didn’t mean it that way, I’m so sorry.”
You face-palmed yourself and something inside Satoru’s gut twisted. He would always shower you with gifts and other spoils, but mainly as reconciliation if his busy schedule stole him away from you. Before he knew it, his hand was placed over his heart, his stomach doing massive somersaults.
Do anything… Did Satoru fail to give you satisfaction when he could do everything?
But when Rai was yours, you felt like you could.
“I know what you mean!” Utahime playfully tugged on the strands of her hair. You swore you could see stars beaming from her brown orbs. “One time we forgot our wallets after eating at a karaoke bar, so he had to improvise his way of paying by having me sing for tips and we still had leftover money for more drinks!”
“Ugh, clever bastard… Where does he get a brain like that? That’s also one thing I admire about him.”
“Well in terms of strength, he’s only a grade 2, so he had to be more creative when it comes to fighting curses.”
‘I can get creative!’ He mentally argued, though he never really has to, since he can snap and the curse would perish.
“True… When we’d spar back then, Rai would still manage to beat my ass even though I’m ‘stronger’ than him,” you put the term in air quotes.
You and Utahime convene until the latter’s boyfriend returns from his phone call. He flashed Satoru a wide smile and through his dark sunglasses, your partner analyzed the ex’s eyes.
They are very green and arguably mesmerizing. But, Satoru believes his are prettier.
But, is that what you think?
With an uncomfortable heart, the men returned their beloved partners. You squealed when Utahime received a loving kiss from Rai, while Satoru snaked his arm around your waist.
You could’ve noticed how secure his grip as if you weren’t so busy talking to Rai about your past as mission partners.
—--
A few days later, you’ve noticed Satoru being extra clingy… and nice?
The usually messy and disorganized sorcerer started to clean up after himself and always abide by what you wanted.
The man who had the palette of a child opted out for a savory breakfast rather than going to a sweets cafe because you wanted to. He’d be more affectionate in public, not letting you out of his reach. Oddly enough, he would settle the bridge of his sunglasses on a lower portion of his nose, so you have to see in his blue eyes when you’d talk in public.
It worried you for a moment since new habits have been created and broken out of the blue. With no explanation, he would always do his best to please you.
From your basic wants to intimate needs, for some reason, Satoru wanted to give it his all.
—--
“What is with you, Satoru-” You sigh as your partner leaves delicate kisses on the nape and then to the side of your neck. His large hands slide down from your waist to your hips and pull you closer to him. “You’re so touchy today.”
Like the last couple of days…
“I just missed you,” his hot breath releases a chill down your spine. He then sets down the spatula you were holding while turning off the stovetop. “Just missed you so much.”
Though your ‘annoyed’ exterior shows any satisfaction, it’d be a lie if you claimed that you aren’t melting from his touch. The heat inside the kitchen adds more to the desire burning deep in your core and it doesn’t help that the person casting the effect spins you around and has lips hovering centimeters away from yours.
“Beautiful…” The tip of his right thumb brushes the bottom of your lip and he licks his own. You glance up to meet his eyes, but his starry blue irises have turned to a thinner ring, as his pupils dilate in infatuation. His remaining fingers cup your jaw, adding more fuel to the pit of your stomach.
His left-hand sneaks down to the flesh of your ass and you yelp in surprise as he pulls you towards him. Taking your open mouth as an advantage, Satoru doesn’t hesitate to slip his tongue in as his lips connect with yours. You wrap your arms around his waist, and the throb between your thighs increases.
“Mmph!” You groan and Satoru initiates the next step by rubbing his hips against your clothed body. Tongues dance together while he continues to grope your ass, but his hand shortly rises underneath your shirt, feeling every curvature of the small of your back. The sloppiness in his pace and the subtle whines in his throat is enough to help you predict how hard he is underneath his layer of clothing. Teasingly, you break the kiss and slip a finger inside his beltline.
A string of saliva bridges between the two lips and Satoru grouches at the disconnect. His lips swell pink from the heated activity while his cheeks are flushed, anticipating more. From his chest, the light blue, silk button-up rises up and down, and your partner pants heavily as if he just ran a marathon.
Usually, at this point, he would make some condescending or teasing remark on how much you want to bed him. However, his mouth remains gaped, only the sounds of his breathing pass between the two of you. Wanting to test him, your index finger slips lower until you can feel the skin of his abdomen. Satoru quickly exhales from the sudden touch, but there’s no usual smirk or raised brow on his face. Only an expression that screams, ‘Please continue.’
“Baby, are you okay?” You gaze at him, still catching your own breath.
He’s strangely quiet as if he’s suddenly shy. And that’s typically not who Gojo Satoru is.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” The hand still underneath your shirt begins to make its way to the right side of your waist, and the closer he gets to your stomach, the amount of butterflies increases.
After noting how your jaw clenches at the action, Satoru bends down and leaves a kiss on the side of your neck. It’s wet, but not entirely sloppy. Instead of using his tongue and straight-up licks down to your sternum like a usual, teasing bastard, he takes time and kisses his way down. The jolt between your thighs returns.
“We- We can’t. I still need to cook for you.” Automatically, your right hand reaches up to the back of his head, using your fingers to grasp his white locks. Your action contrasts your words and Satoru takes that as your approval.
“I’m not hungry.” But the way both hands move below your shirt says otherwise. Since you’re at home, you wear your favorite v-neck with no bra underneath. Freely, two thumbs brush over your hardened nipples, rubbing them in a circular motion, and your hands grip the counter for support.
“But-”
“Right now, I just want you.” There’s a different look in Satoru today. He’s never been so direct on what he wants until now. Whenever he would declare his needs, he would mask his desires with a playful tone. This time, he says it as if these are direct orders from a life or death mission.
Sensing your shift in mood, the sorcerer detaches his tongue from your exposed chest and looks up at you. The inner corners of his brows scrunched and his lips glisten under the fluorescent light. He shoots you a look of what appears to be desperation, almost like he’s in pain.
“Please-” he breathily urges, one hand scooping the bottom of your ass while the other arm is wrapped around your waist, waiting for approval. “I want to make you feel good, right now.”
Your legs tremble at this new side of Satoru and something about him practically begging to fuck you ignites something in your soul. You can’t pinpoint what exactly, but whatever it is, his wish is your command.
“Yeah, okay.” You breathe out and as if it’s choreographed over a hundred times (and to be honest, it is), you feel a set of palms grabbing your bottom and he hoists you up. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist and your lips crash against the side of his neck, hungrily sucking and licking where other faded love marks are. After being able to find his sweet spot, Satoru’s shoulders shudder at the intense feeling while he glides his way into the bedroom while carrying you, his constricted cock begs to be freed from his tight pants.
His main mission right now is to please you.
—--
Once he lays you down, you don’t hesitate to remove your own shirt and toss it to the side, revealing your bare breasts in all their glory. And for a few seconds, Satoru halts on top of you, hands next to your shoulders, soaking up the appearance of a goddess in front of him. A thin layer of drool begins to dribble down his lips.
Previously he’s admired you many times before sex, but because you’ve been so indulgent at his changed behavior, this is your first time noticing how he’s acknowledging your physical appearance. With how reserved he’s being, it gives you a little confidence boost, since you’ve never seen such a man in awe of your presence.
His bewildered eyes, a pool of drool below his lips, the imprint of his massive hardon against his left thigh, all of this is your doing. You’ve brought the strongest sorcerer to his knees, and you’ve never acknowledged that until now. With a burning face, your fingers pinch your own nipples, the pleasurable sensation causing you to moan.
Satoru, who is still on top of you (and fully clothed), bites his lip at how it’s not him forcing that sound out of you. In protest, his right hand carefully pushes away your left palm and continues to knead your breast.
The ends of his hair tickle your bare chest as his mouth trails lower to your stomach, enveloping each kiss with non-verbal, mental praises. He hopes that you understand the messages behind his actions, for he can’t find the right words that will do it justice.
You’re his goddess.
He wants you to feel good.
He wants you to say that you’re feeling good.
He needs you to say that he’s doing a good job.
“Someone’s feeling… very lovey today,” a hitched giggle is drawn out while your palm continues to pet his hair. It’s difficult to formulate a coherent sentence while he’s so busy leaving wet marks around the sensitive areas of your skin. 3 years together and he’s mastered all of your sweet points.
Wanting to share the pleasure, you raise your foot and rub his very prominent erection, gliding it back and forth. The sudden friction in his pants makes him halt his movements, a trembling hand wraps around the ankle of your jeans. Stopping your actions, you look up at an out-of-breath Satoru, who looks rather conflicted between wanting you to continue or needing you to stop.
One more swipe and it looks like he’s about to combust.
“Aww is my pretty boy about to cum in his pants?” The sultriness in your tone even shocks you. Usually, this is Satoru’s role to play, telling you how ‘pretty’ you are underneath him while mocking your desperation for release. But seeing how compliant he’s been, your subconscious tells you to take the dominant part- verbally at least. And not gonna lie, you do want to see the image of Satoru completely soiling his attire. If it wasn’t for his hold on your ankle, you would’ve been sliding your foot along his clothed shaft to the very tip of his very pretty dick.
A small patch of wetness seeps through your jeans and you’ve just noticed how soaked you are. It doesn’t help that the lewd image ingrained in your head is the major cause of all of this.
But what you didn’t know is how close Satoru is already. This whole charade is an experience for the both of you- you’re grunting at wanting to see your partner completely at your mercy while he’s about to combust from your sentence alone.
‘Pretty boy
‘My pretty boy.’
His cock continues to twitch as the nickname cycles in his head again and again. It’s the first time you’ve ever called him something like that for intimate purposes. Even from his past sexual experiences, he’s never been the one who’s doused in compliments so this is a new discovery for him.
Yes, yes! He’s your pretty boy. Yours and yours only. His heart thumps and his stomach flutters while ogling the wet patch seeping through your jeans. From your perspective, that flustered expression Satoru had is now mixed with a certain fierceness. The brightness in his eyes darkens as he single-handedly undoes the buttons of your jeans and even though he’s still got it, it’s cute at how clumsier he looks.
“No-” He grunts, answering your question. Bringing the middle and ring finger up to his mouth, Satoru coats them with his tongue, though you’re both aware that the extra lubrication is unnecessary. You’re already leaking through your jeans, that’s more than enough.
You swallow, gazing at the man above you, the superiority in your thoughts leaving your head.
‘Aw shit.’
A string of saliva connects his bottom lip to his coated fingers and Satoru swirls his tongue around your right areola.
“Haaah…” You gasp and fist the bedsheets and the skin of your boyfriend’s hand disappears below your panties as those long fingers trace along your puffy lips, a silent warning that he’s about to enter.
Shimming off your pants but leaving your underwear on, Satoru sits up more on his knees and eyes the bottom of your panties, the darker shade due to your juices adds more to his arousal. Yes, he felt how wet you are. But upon seeing how soaked you are, he’s extremely close to going completely feral.
“You’re leaking…” He replies astounded like this is a brand new sight for him. Your hips angle up, trying to match the slow pace of his fingers, your cunt beckoning for his fingers to slip in.
“Mhm, yeah. I am.” Your patience is starting to wear thin.
‘Is this some type of long foreplay?’ You thought to yourself, biting your lip.
Though you like this ‘wonder-like’ version of Satoru, you just want to feel him. Spreading your legs farther, your hand cups above his that’s hovering over your wet core. “You feel that? You feel how soaked I am, Satoru? It’s all- oh God… It’s all for you.”
If you weren’t so desperate for him to continue, you’d find yourself extremely pathetic for being the one indirectly begging for him to begin. And upon seeing your need, Satoru doesn’t waste any more time. After all, it is his duty to satisfy his queen.
Almost apologetically, his two fingers slip inside- warm, gummy walls instinctively tighten around them. Trying to add more stimulation, his thumb presses on your clit, rubbing in circular motions. His free hand palms his own erection and his hips begin to rut against it, pacing with how his fingers curl inside of you.
Satoru thrives on how contorted your face is, how your eyes roll to the back of your head and how your lips form an ‘o’ shape. The way that both hands tightly grip the sheets beside you, but how you desperately claw on them as if it’s his muscular back. Your hips buckle up, grinding the open air and he marvels at how ravenous you look.
“Sa- Satoru nghhh- yessss,” you reach out trying to grab his arm- grab any body part. Still pacing back and forth, Satoru holds out his free hand and you grip it tightly.
“Yes?” He groans with you, the squelching sounds of your wet cunt taking his fingers are music to his ears. You mouth his name again, mixed with urgent moans. He himself can feel precum creating a pool on his underwear. You try to speak and he wonders what to do next.
Does the fist himself while he continues fingering you? Or should he just focus on you? He can take care of his needs later. Right now… Right now Satoru wants needs you to-
“I’m about to… I’m about to cum.” You squeeze the last 4 words with clenched teeth.
“Then go ahead, sweetheart. Cum nice and hard for me.” He licks his own lips, nodding along with you like your release is also his.
“No.” You hiss and his eyes widen, surprised by your answer. Immediately, the thrusting of his fingers slows down to a stop. And you whimper at how you’ve edged yourself.
“What’s wrong, baby? Did I do something wrong? Did you not like it?” His mind races with many factors on how he displeased you. You seemed to have enjoyed it. The way that your insides squeezed around his fingers was enough to tell him that he was fingering you in the right places.
Settling from your almost high, you laugh and scoot closer to him, calves sliding underneath the middle of his thighs. Glancing at his perplexed face, you reach up to his white-collar, and yank him down, his lips connecting to yours once more.
You can feel the sound of his grunt vibrate on your tongue and like a pro, your fingers nimbly work their way down, undoing the first three buttons.
“I loved it,” you mumble between the heated kiss. “I was so close, but I want to cum from your cock, not your fingers.”
“Huh?” Satoru exhales sharply. His already flushed face deepens even more and the confident fire in you returns. Biting his lips, your hands trace down from his chest, purposely brushing over his nipples, and press on his muscular abdomen. Your left-hand removes the small leather strap from the buckle and tugs him closer.
“What are you doing?” He asks as if his eyes have deceived him. Your left fingers successfully undo the buttons of his jeans with one hand while your right ones lightly graze over his restrained erection. Satoru exhales, hips involuntarily rocking back and forth.
“What else?” You tease, applying more pressure against his clothed shaft. “Remove your top for me, Satoru. It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked right now. Why are you being so shy all of a sudden?”
Complying with the request, but ignoring your question, Satoru unbuttons his silk top, fingers fumbling and shaking. It is cute to see, but his sudden nervousness makes you nervous as well. Why is he being so fidgety? Did he do something bad?
On his second to the last button, you place your hand on top of his, signaling for him to stop. Reading the uncertainty on your face, Satoru can’t utter a word. His flushed chest heavily breathes, waiting for your next thought.
“What’s wrong, Satoru?” You speak softly, with an edge of worry.
“What do you mean?” He tries to play it off, but here’s the one thing about Gojo Satoru. He may be good at hiding his feelings, but if you interrogate him in a highly vulnerable environment, he’s shit at pretending. The warmth in his cheeks adds another knot of evidence.
Tugging on his wrist furthermore, you encourage him to sit down, officially halting the intimate activity. Disappointed by his lack of usual finesse, Satoru’s face beams in embarrassment rather than arousal.
“I mean…” You pull a pillow, hiding your exposed chest. “Why are you so nervous?”
Satoru does his best to pull a mischievous tone. “Is it wrong to be nervous when I pleasure my goddess?”
“ I-uhhhhh,” Your stomach releases butterflies, due to his suaveness. However, you still feel how hesitant Gojo is. It’s like facing a virgin. “You’re always very confident during sex. I’m usually the flustered one.”
You chuckle, pointing a finger at yourself, but your boyfriend hides his eyes through his hair. Frowning you scoot closer, as you settle your way onto his lap. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck and your wet core presses against his softening erection.
“Come on baby, talk to me.” You press an open-mouth kiss on his right pec and a small nibble on his collarbone. Satoru shudders at the warm feeling as he wraps his arms around your back to pull you closer. “Please?”
It took him a while, but the sorcerer finally connects through eye contact, his magnificent ocean eyes sending a loving shrill down your spine. You find yourself getting lost in his gaze.
“I overheard you and Utahime talking on the bench, the other day,” he grumbles and your ears perk up at his answer.
“How much did you hear?”
“I heard enough to know that Rai was able to make you feel like you could do anything in the whole world.” His voice drops and so does your heart. “Even with everything I have, no matter how many riches or treasures I give you, it’ll never amount to anything that he gave.”
Your face drops to a frown, shocked at what you’re hearing from both ears. How on earth did he assume that?!
“No baby, no.” You coo, sweeping the soft, pearl-like strands of hair from his forehead. Your lips plant on the recently exposed skin, and you slowly travel down to his nose, rosy cheeks, and jaw before stopping inches above his lips. Satoru whimpers at the distance, while also recalling your denial.
You slowly inch forward. “That was all in the past, my love. Rai is a great person, but the amount of affection he has given is no match for how much care, devotion, gifts (you jest by nibbling on the cartilage of his ear), and love. Don’t compare yourself to my past experience, Satoru. You’re my present and future.”
He swallows at your words. The sadness in his blue hues brightens into love and hope. His lips gape as he looks at the face that is inches above his. Truly a goddess in human form.
“Really?” He still needs to feel reassured.
‘Please tell the truth.’
“Yes, truly. I love you more than any man or woman I’ve ever come across and will come across.” Your thumb grazes his bottom lip as he mumbles back the same three words. The kiss starts slowly as if he was still hesitant over the whole ordeal. But your eagerness helps push him to come back to his comfort zone.
As he inserts his tongue into your mouth, you begin to pace by grazing his hair through your fingers. Your hips rock, lapping over the hardening member below, and the butterflies from your stomach return.
But before you can escalate even further, Satoru pulls away, this time earning a whine from you.
He breathes heavily, pulling on a rather teasing pout. “Say that my eyes are pretty.”
“What?” Your fingernails lightly trace over the sides of his neck and your partner shivers from the tingling sensation.
“You don’t compliment me, ever.” He forces out, rather pettily. “Just this once, please say something nice about me.”
His last sentence is hushed and desperate-sounding. You giggle at his shyness once more and peck the tip of his nose.
“I’m sorry if you got the wrong message,” your lips travel to his neck, words vibrating through his flawless skin. His head leans back and his Adam's apple bobs from the pleasure. “But I always think that you’re handsome, Satoru. It’s just that the whole world knows it.” Slowly, you remove yourself from his lap and have him lie flat down on the large mattress.
With all four limbs pinned around him, you continue to shower him with praise. You ravish every piece of exposed skin on his body starting from the top and he flushes brightly while looking away. “I thought that you’d be sick and tired once you hear it from me multiple times.”
“Never… I would never get sick of it coming from- ohhh…” Satoru hisses as your hand lightly tugs on the roots of his hair. With your right knee moving to the middle of his thighs, you put slight pressure on his balls, having him slowly grind for more friction.
“Your hair is purer than any shades of white and softer than all the silk I’ve ever touched.” Your grip softens as you kiss the side of his head. Soon after, you travel down to his eyes. Thumbs softly brushing the delicate skin underneath them. His blown-out pupils stare directly at your soul, the power of his six eyes distinguishing the warmth that flows through your veins.
You place a peck on each outer corner. “If only words can describe how mesmerizing these eyes of yours are. Did you know how embarrassed I was the day you first removed your blindfold? I thought that I wouldn’t be able to pry away and you’d catch me staring.”
“I did. I caught you all the time.” He hums amused, but his gaze never leaves yours. Though it’s just the two of you in this room, you whisper a message that is created for him and only him.
“The sky and ocean, all-in-one. How did I get so lucky to see the gates of heaven when I’m still walking on this earth? Maybe I am the honored one, after all.”
His heart swells at the softness of your words. You, the goddess in his life, find yourself the honored one because of him. It nearly brings tears to the god-like sorcerer’s eyes.
Satoru slithers his large palms where your ass meets your thighs, unable to keep his hands away from you. He molds them and you swallow, the throb in your pussy begs to be touched, to continue unfinished business.
“Slow down, pretty boy.” You purr with a kitten-like grin. His hands around you clamp at the name and your knee feels his hips thrust up. His eyes almost roll back and his nose scrunches at the endearment.
“You like being called that, huh baby?” Your knee presses against his clothed crotch, earning a wince from his pretty mouth. “Is that all I need to say to get you this vulnerable? Call you my pretty boy?”
Another grind against your knee. Satoru looks up at you in a hazed condition. Though the main event hasn’t arrived, he looks like he just came from a 3-time post-orgasm state. With the cat biting his tongue, Gojo nods profusely, desperately uttering yes.
Sweat seeps through his button-up as you kiss his glossed lips. This time, you and Satoru had to fight for dominance. His is pure infatuation and desperation, while you want to gain control in taming the strongest sorcerer. You bring your body down as he slips a finger through the hem of your panties.
“Please…” He begs as you pull back, crotch fully grinding against yours. His hands move your hips in a slow rhythm, your wetness staining his already soaked imprint. The friction of your panties is enough to make you cum alone. “I want to make you feel good. Please let me make you feel good.”
That can happen, but seeing a vulnerable Satoru below you, desperate for your pleasure while curling his toes at every praise is rather enjoyable. A new, undiscovered flame lights your stomach and you want to do what it takes to explore this rare opportunity.
“You always do that,” you pout, going lower. “But I-” Each word, leaves a love bite on his neck and down to his collarbone and chest.
“Want.”
Bite.
“To.”
Bite.
“Make.”
Bite.
“You.”
Kiss.
“Feel.”
Bite.
“Good.”
Bite.
You tug on his hard nipples with your teeth, making Satoru buck up in surprise.
“Nghhh!” He pants, tears pricking his eyes. His hands grip the sides of the bedsheets and since you’ve moved lower, his hips are humping nothing but air.
Removing the last two buttons of his shirt, you encourage him to shimmy out of it and toss it to the floor. No distractions.
As you move lower to his abdomen, you continue to spill praises and all the verbal affirmations that you’ve never told him. You feel extremely guilty for neglecting him in that aspect since you believe that he thinks that he just doesn’t need to hear anymore, so you want to make up for it as much as possible.
When you make it down to his pants, you debate whether or not you want to tease him even further or just begin business. His legs tremble the moment he feels the belt unfastening.
“Are you okay baby?” You ask innocently, tracing one hand around his v-line while the other gently grazes on the massive bump in his jeans. Satoru throws his head back, gripping both of your hands with his.
“My love, please.” His throat is dry, and his neck all the way down to his abs are decorated with your love marks. “I’m going to cum just by this- I can’t- I- Oh my God…”
“You can cum twice, can’t you?” He barely notices how you already unzipped his pants, the only layer blocking your skin from his dick is the heavily coated gray boxer briefs. It rises as it is freed from the constricted attire. After removing his trousers, you begin to toy with the outline with your hand. You can already feel the drool pooling in your mouth.
“I didn’t know you could get this soaked, Satoru!” You’re genuinely impressed by how much pre-cum your boyfriend is able to produce. On your hottest nights, he’d already had his dick pumping inside you if he were this horny. “How lucky am I to be dating the world’s prettiest boy with the prettiest dick?”
Satoru wants to laugh at the compliment, and retort something cheesy. But his mind is too swayed to even think coherently. He is pretty. You’re his pretty boy.
He loves that.
Peeling off his stained boxers, his hard dick springs freely, the light reflected by the sheer coat of his juices. The flushed tip leaks even more out and you almost feel pity at how long you’ve left him waiting.
The sorcerer can barely raise his dizzy head to see what’s going on. When you make eye contact with him, a devilish smirk appears on your face and Satorh’s thighs clench when he feels your hot breath going near it. He’s almost afraid of what you’re going to do.
“J-Just- just… Aghhh, my love! I-” He is instantly greeted by the softness of your mouth and hand circulating around him. His balls are heavy with cum, the only thing prohibiting him from shooting down your throat is his sheer willingness to draw out this pleasure as long as possible.
You can’t go all the way down, as the halfway point is already your limit. As your right hand strokes the bottom portion of his shaft, your left pays gratuitous attention to his balls, massaging them to increase the pleasure.
Meanwhile, your own cunt is begging for the pleasure Gojo’s receiving. With your knees still on the bed, your ass sticks up in the air, the angle forcing your sticky wetness to travel down to the front of your core. It doesn’t matter anyway, you’re already leaking on the bed.
At this point, Gojo is already babbling incoherent sentences. His head lolls to the side, his blue hues barely visible due to how far they rolled back. His right-hand fists the bedsheets, knuckles paling due to how tight he’s pulling on them. The other is submerged in your hair. He’s more gentle about it, but every once in a while he would subconsciously thrust a little too hard, making you gag. You encourage him to keep going by swirling your well-coated tongue around his tip.
A few more pumps, Satoru is spilling. His abdomen flexes at the intensity, veins popping out in his lower stomach. Your head bobs to match his quick-paced movements, but he’s losing control of himself. Satoru’s thighs flex as he humps up, forcing more of his cock into your throat.
“Baby,” he warns feverishly, gripping tighter on your hair. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming-”
Your head spins at the intensity, barely being able to take a breath. You hum, sending vibrations down his twitching cock.
He groans and whines, yearning for the long-awaited release. His toes curl and his muscled thighs shake as his member shoots long streams of cum down your throat.
“You’re so good to me… So, so good.” The grip on your hair turns into strokes as you swallow all of his seed. Once he relaxes, you slide your mouth from his cock, jaw aching from the rigorous pace. However, that’s not the only part of your body that’s aching.
Your cunt begs to be taken care of as you crawl over a recovering boyfriend, who’s still catching his breath.
The desperation in his eyes has cleared, but the lust still remains. You lick your lips before interlocking with him, your bodies pressed against each other. His hands roam around your back before one slides down to your ass, underneath your underwear. You grunt at how grabby he still is.
“Don’t you want a break?” Though, it’s a ridiculous inquiry, since Satoru’s hard shaft is already rubbing up against your pussy. You both simultaneously moan at the sensation.
“No breaks for you,” he chuckles as he pulls you in for a kiss. “I still need to make you finish. My poor baby has been waiting for me, huh?”
You sneer at his tease. “You cum once and all of a sudden, you’re back to the way you were- Woah!”
In your next blink, you find yourself lying on your back, your recently relieved lover now hovers over you. It really is like looking up in the sky, his glossy eyes shining brighter than the blue sky outside. You feel your entire body heat up as he ogles you from your head to your feet.
“Absolutely divine,” his voice rasps, the cock you just fucked with your throat taps against his thigh, clearly aroused. You rub your thighs together, looking for some relief. “Now, where were we before you sucked me off?”
The edge of his pointer finger traces around your folds, outside of your panties. He knows how much you love the friction, as you grind against his finger, nipples hardening at the action.
You moan softly, enough to capture his attention. “Satoru-”
The star-like gaze you offer sends the message completely. Bending down, Satoru plants a long, passionate kiss as he circles your clit with an additional finger. You squeak against the pleasure, wanting more. More, more, more.
“Why are you so beautiful?” He mumbles, barely pulling away from you. Your saliva connects each other’s lips and no longer having the patience, you take his hair and pull him down.
His flushed chest lies against yours and Satoru leaves open mouth kisses on your neck, hitting all of your major sweet spots before trailing down to your breasts, the same way you did for him not too long ago.
With his long tongue, Satoru teasingly circles around your areola before fully latching onto your nipple, biting and sucking to his heart’s content.
You roll your eyes back to the incredible sensation, a warm shrill traveling around your body. It leaves your cunt even wetter, desperate for parts of Satoru that aren't his fingers.
“Good boy,” a new nickname leaps from your tongue and swims into his ears. Satoru tenses at the pet name, and you can feel the vibrations of his whimper against your breast. Your fingers lace over the strands of his white hair as he continues to play with what seems to be his favorite features of your body.
But even with the jolting sparks of sensitivity those buds provide, it’s not enough to satiate the burning drive in the pit of your belly.
“‘Toru,” you say sloppily, wiggling your hips to the rhythm of his fingers. “I need you- inside me. Fuck me- Please.”
You bite your lip and he lifts his head up, the infatuation still possessing his very being.
His digits leave your clit and instantly, you grind for the missing feeling. Satoru nods as he removes your panties, basking in the beautiful bareness. The slickness laminates your intimate area, something that temporarily captures your partner’s attention.
He supports himself on top of you but furrows his eyebrows.
“No condom.” He displays an innocence in those orbs, mixed with twinges of disappointment. You laugh and shake your head.
“I’m on birth control. You can cum inside me as much as you want now.”
It makes his ears perk, mouth slightly parting from the genuine surprise. You’ve both never done it raw before, but you trust Satoru with your entire life to make this decision.
“Are you… Are you positive?”
“Yes, and my pregnancy results will be negative.” You stick your tongue out at the pun and Satoru laughs at your cheesy joke,
“I love you.” He looks at you earnestly, pressing a light kiss to your lips.
“I love you too.” You say as he lines up the tip to your leaking hole. It’d be a lie to say that you weren’t nervous, but excitement and the fogginess of your arousal override any negative feeling.
Spreading your legs even wider, Satoru goes in slowly. Thanks to the accumulated fluids you’ve both produced, slipping in comfortably is an easy task. However, your partner struggles to keep his composure at the foreign sensation.
You throw your head back as your body welcomes his cock, no silicone rubber blocking the two of you. Of the many acts you’ve done together, this is the first time where it’s just you and him.
“You’re so tight… And g-ood.” He stammers, stopping only halfway. Satoru clenches his teeth to prevent himself from releasing prematurely. Man, thank God he already came once, or this pent-up arousal would’ve ended him. “Oh, you feel so good- taking all of me in.”
He grunts while inching deeper inside of you, nuzzling his face into your neck. You have your mouth pressed against his trapezius, teeth sinking in the flesh.
The satisfaction of feeling his heavy balls rest against your entrance enables you to grind on his flesh. The cascades of whimpers fall out of your mouth, beckoning for him to move.
Satoru starts slowly, his arm cradles your neck for support. Breathless moans from his end tickle your neck.
“Faster-” You suggest and your every wish is Satoru’s command. His pace quickens, and the sounds of his skin slapping skin move in a rhythmic beat. “Yes, thank you! Good boy- oh my g-”
Your vision blurs as his cock perfectly hits the g-spot, your legs wrap around his hips to adjust the angle.
Satoru lifts his head up, seeing stars. Tears accumulate at the edge of his eyes, his puffy, red lips practically drooling from the pleasure. He kisses the corners of your lips, whispering.
“Am I good for you?” It almost sounds like he’s embarrassed to ask.
The back of your fingers stroke his face before combing through his hair. “Yes baby, you’re always so good for me- so perfect and beautiful. You are- hahhhh… yes, yes, yes!”
Your praises are cut short as you feel a jolt in your stomach. You’re almost there, your calves pull Satoru’s hips, encouraging him to drive faster and harder. He looks like he can barely hold it in.
“My pretty boy is always so good-” You coo, repeating the same thing over and over.
“I- I- Mmm… ‘m yours.” His red face scrunches, quiet pants turning into loud whines. “I’ll always be yours… Please, mghh- please say that I’m yours- nobody else.”
His insecurities flow out of his mouth with no filter stopping him. It’s unfair, but Gojo Satoru hates the burning sensation in his chest, realizing that someone else once belonged to you and you belonged to them.
Instead of jealous rage, he emotes envious fear.
No- he’s yours. Only him and him alone. After all these years, he doesn’t want to be alone. He will give you anything and everything to his avail to never leave him.
“Please, please, please…” He begs. Desperate whines accumulate as a free hand cups your bouncing breast. His slick cock twitches in you, yearning for a release. Satoru doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it in, but he needs you to come undone first- his goddess, his everything.
Your hands cup his pink face, forcing him to gaze up at you. Those infatuated pairs he once expressed turn into a gape of restlessness. He still needs to be reassured that your mind, body, and soul belongs to him as he does to you.
“Everything about you is made for me. Your spirit and body are mine.” Your stomach flips as the fire burns higher. Your toes curl as you’re moments away from approaching your orgasm. Satoru’s heart thumps 3 times faster than the pace he’s thrusting in.
“I am yours and you are mine, understand baby?” You continue, head spiraling. Satoru nods vigorously, his own drool pooling to the side of your face. Oh, how he loves this feeling. His heart is warm and his desires are satisfied all due to your love. “You’re my one and only true love- forever and always. Always my pretty, handsome, perfect boy. Nobody could ever compare to you. Can you say that for me?”
His cock painfully twitches, bits of cum slowly spilling out of his slit. It’s too much. He can’t hold it in anymore.
“I’m yours- ‘m only yours.” He dedicates, in short sputters, saying your name. “I love- mmgh- I love you. Oh my God, -always yours, only yours.”
“I love you, Sa- hahhh- ‘toru!” Your volume rises as you praise his name. It sounds so beautiful as it rolls off your tongue. Your legs clutch tightly around his back, and your body pushes up to press against his.
His hips thrust faster, tightly wrapping his arms around your back and hips to hold you up. Moaning your name, Satoru is in a daze. His momentum is vicious as the animalistic side in him attempts to make an entrance.
“I’m cumming, Satoru! I- I-” You shower him with praises as he finally tips you over the edge. You see flashes of white and shake violently against his hold, gasping as your body rumbles into a turbulent orgasm. Your thighs quake as euphoric bliss travels through your system.
During the start of your orgasm, Satoru begins soon after. With one final thrust, he moans as he sets you back on the bed. His abdomen clenches and small tears spill from his face as his mouth creates an ‘o’ shape. Soon after, he grits his teeth, stammering your name as several long, white ropes shoot out, his love spilling inside of you.
Satoru continues to thrust slowly, riding the high of arguably, his best orgasm of all time. You shudder in his hold, with no words that are worthy enough to process what just happened.
You smile up in the ceiling, combing through his hair, and after a few minutes of silence, he finally pulls out. His cock is drenched in milky rings, the bedsheets are crumpled and stained with an unjustifiable amount of both of your fluids.
Satoru lies on top of you, speechless. He pants, trying to catch his breath. Even in his most difficult missions, he never had to exert so much air through his lungs until now.
“If you wanted to talk, we could’ve just done that.” You finally break the silence, giggling from the very intense session.
Satoru’s face doesn’t lift from your chest. His eyes flutter as he does a sarcastic eye roll. His cheek splays on your skin, disorienting his speech. “Pfft, that’s boring.”
His fingertips graze over your forearm, trickling down to your wrist and then enveloping your fingers with his. Satoru’s larger thumb massages your knuckles, before bringing them up to his lips.
“You know,” You stir, rocking the hand that’s intertwined with Satoru, side-to-side. The tone you bring is gentle but serious, bringing up something that isn’t the typical lovey post-sex topic you guys would initiate. “There’s no need for you to get jealous over anything, Satoru. You’re the only one I want.”
Slowly, he rises and peers at you, the pearl-white strands dusting over his eyes. “I know. I just didn’t know how to handle what I felt when you talked about another man that wasn’t me.”
“I’m sorry about that, baby. Utahime kept pushing me and I was just really happy to see how she finally found her own love, so I just kept on rambling with her.”
“I should’ve taken a video of her for blackmail.” Satoru scoffs at the lost opportunity.
“However,” you laugh, shifting the conversation. “I did like this jealous side of you. It was cute.”
Gojo’s mouth drops at the comment and some confusion stems from his sentence.“My jealous side is… cute?”
As I stated earlier, I whole-heartedly believe that Gojo would get possessive, in ways that may differ from what other people think. He can take over the whole world with the palm of his hand and force his way to do the unthinkable. But if there’s a rare, uncontrollable factor that will pull whatever or whoever he cherishes away? Then, he gets desperate.
Gojo Satoru would get possessive by clutching onto his loved one, asking if he’s enough. After all, he was a gifted child who was the exact norm of perfectionism. So when he sees a competitor who could challenge his being, he’d crumble, not knowing what to do.
But, just reassure him that no one could ever beat him.
“Yes, cute! Can we do that again next time?” You giggle at his very prominent pout.
“I’m not the only person that’s switched roles. You’re quite mouthy and feisty when you take charge.” He glares, but softens wholeheartedly at your amusement when his eyes connect with yours. From lust, to fear, to love, those same blue eyes cultivate the same message he had always intended to deliver.
Satoru is yours and only yours. Always have, always will.
katsuki remembers the day you said i love you for the first time like it was yesterday. he’s actually convinced he’ll remember it for the rest of his days.
cw: 18+, mdni. unprotected sex, squirting, katsu is a lil vulnerable. you confess your love for katsuki while he's balls deep. pretty romantic right?
“say it again,” his thrusts don't slow down, don't even falter as you uttered those words.
“fuck, i love you, i love you, my god!” his dick was scrambling your brain with ease, each thrust knocking the wind out of your already tired lungs. your insides felt battered at best, but fuck if it didn’t feel good, if it didn’t have you begging for more. it was a miracle you could still breathe properly, let alone repeat the phrase you so desperately meant.
“look at me when you say it.” your wide brown eyes met his piercing reds, and the vulnerability swimming in his irises was nearly missed in your fucked out state. you’re saying it over and over without hesitation, like a criminal begging for forgiveness, or a nun reciting her favorite prayer.
it felt mundane yet exhilarating, new yet old, confusing yet...safe. three heavy words that were both decimating and healing to his heart. he doesn't think he'd have it any other way.
“you—you better fuckin’ mean that shit, princes,” you could’ve sworn you heard the tiniest sniffle from him, but it was quickly forgotten once he started circling your puffy clit with his thumb.
“c’mere, please, g’na make me cum,” and you’re dragging him down, needing to be close, closer as you tumble head, or maybe heart first, into an intense orgasm, one that leaves the sheets and his abdomen soaking and your body shivering beneath him. “'mean it, kats. swear.”
and he's cumming after your confession, filling you up as he promised when he first started undressing you. the air was heavy with sex, and your words hung like a fragile chandelier. they played in his head like a broken record, one he'd never think to get fixed.
"I," he paused to clear his throat, to meet those pretty brown eyes again. the same ones that had him falling for you in the first fucking place. "I love you, idiot."
a/n: idk telling katsuki you love him and him making you repeat it while he’s fucking you just does something to my spirit idk
When Bakugou calls you on his break, you’re busy doing small things around the house. Cleaning up the dishes you just used, washing his stinky laundry, tinkering with little things before you settle on the couch to give him your full attention.
It’s a cold day, really. The hot drink you made sitting on the coffee table in front of you, his hoodie drowning you, but it’s still not enough. On days like these, you wish he could tell his job that he needs a day off, a day to cuddle and warm you, hold you against his chest while you watch reruns of old shows. You busy yourself though, to replace the quiet loneliness that sets in during days like these, cold mornings like this one.
“Hey princess,” his voice is gruff on the other side, and you can hear him huffing as his heavy boots sound through the phone. You can picture him now; his winter uniform on, half of his handsome face covered, his eyebrows turned down as he glares at the falling snow that lays upon his large office windows.
“Hi, my love,” and he can hear the smile in your voice, finds himself lessening his frown at how soft you sound. He can picture you now; bundled up, on the couch, cheeks cold and kissable. He glares at the sidekick who passes him in the hall, wants to make sure that no one sees just how he melts inside at just the sound of your voice.
“What have you been up to today, huh?” He asks, finally turns into his office, when a sound on the other side makes him pause. It’s a sniffle, something soft and quiet, but he hears it (he always does).
“Oh, nothing, just a little—”
“You cryin’?” Bakugou cuts you off, frown deepening once more at the thought of you being alone and upset without his arms to comfort you. Instantly, he makes himself panic, even though you chuckle on the other side.
“Nooo, I’m fine!” He can hear the smile in your voice again, but it’s not enough for him. He plops down in his big leather chair, cradling the phone to his ear as he boots up his computer.
“FaceTime me, then.” He snaps with no real malice, ignored your teasing jabs about him being so worried and concerned, but the ringing of a new call sounds through anyway. He answers almost immediately, eyes scanning your face on the camera as you smile at him and rest your head on the arm of the couch.
“See?” You grin. “No tears in sight.” You’re so beautiful, it’s almost annoying to him. You think the same of him though, as he slumps in his chair, spiky hair wild on his head, the peak of his sharp cheekbones red from the cold, snowflakes melting from his eyelashes and dripping, hidden beneath his big collar. He only stares at you for another second before he lets out some sigh of relief, slumping even further as he allows himself to relax.
“Okay,” he breathes out lowly, rough voice quiet in your ears. “Good.” He nods before tacking on with a small grin. “Crybaby.”
has a fat dick. girthy. stretches you out deliciously. hurts so good. always has you feeling so full, literally stuffed to the brim. cock so thick it has tears welling in your eyes every time they snap their hips up into yours, a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure that always manages to have you reeling for more. veiny too, you can feel them as you swipe your tongue against the length of him, some being thicker than the others. has a particularly big one running from the base of their cock to the tip. pretty pink tip. blushes so easily. sometimes it’s hard to fit inside you, just the tip making you suck in breaths. give it a few kisses and it’ll be dribbling, pre cum spilling from the slit embarrassingly fast, straining down his length down to his balls. <33
summary: you've been friends with draken forever, and he's always there to comfort you when you cry about silly little boys. but you didn't know that he was the reason for it all...
word count: 3.5k
mature content warnings:
very explicit, time skip!draken, dacryphilia, obsession, possessiveness, use of pet names [angel, precious thing], cunnilingus, finger fucking, size kink, creampie, praise
from em: i literally loved writing this so much, it was a random thought but here you go! @getoswhore i hope this is meal-worthy <3 as always, minors dni and enjoy!
draken always felt entitled; obligated.
the first time you ever cried over a boy was in high school, wet tears sticking to draken's white shirt as you hugged him tight. he half-attentively listened to the sob story, all the while thinking about how pretty you looked crying like that.
he knew it was wrong - but he loved being that person for you to come crawling back to, just to sob in his arms and let him comfort you. he'd queue up a movie and make some snacks, sometimes even letting you spend the night to make sure you didn't drive home all distressed.
you saw it as a bottomless pit of tenderness and love that he holds for you, and each time you were with him it just confirmed that idea in your mind. he was sweet, cautious, and he always took all the time in the world with you.
draken would go so far out of his way for you, you knew that.
but at the same time, you had no idea.
you had no idea that draken threatened anyone who looked your way, fists meeting limbs and heads crushed into the pavement - all for you, he told himself.
you had no idea that draken had secretly blocked so many numbers of past and potential boyfriends in your phone to keep you out of their reach.
you had no idea that draken smiled into the crook of your neck each time you clung onto him with sniveling sobs and teary eyes.
you had no idea.
so when he saw you walking through the neighborhood with another man, his chest lit up in a swirl of raging flames. all that work he's been doing over the years - for you - flew out the window.
who is this kid? who the fuck does he think he is? i'll kill him.
his footsteps were heavy, hitting the pavement with a burning resonation of jealousy as he followed. and followed. he had to make sure that he didn't step foot in your house, let alone try anything with you. he'd kill him.
draken watched your little conversation from a distance, watching the man's body language - his feet were facing towards you, his eyes were wide, he kept smiling and laughing. that was everything draken needed to know, and he was pissed.
but draken waited and waited for his chance; his chance to pound him into the ground right in front of your house, making sure that little fucker knew that you were off-limits.
he saw your front door creak open, and you stepped inside - alone, thank god. now was that chance.
the crazed swing of his fist, the impact on his worn knuckles, and the man's body reeling to the side with a guttural groan didn't affect draken. it was just another day. same threatening words, different man.
"touch her and you'll get off worse than this," draken sneered, pressing the heel of his boot into the man's stomach. "let's not be a dick, yeah? don't piss me off again."
draken walked away without a second thought. it was just another fight. another way for him to protect you, to get you closer to him. to have what he so desperately craved...
you.
now it was time to wait. wait for your call, your text message, or even his door swinging wide open as you stand there with that pretty little cry-face.
his favorite moment.
and sure enough, there you were knocking at his front door at an ungodly hour with tear-stained cheeks and a pillow cradled into your chest.
"ken?" you muttered and sniffled into the pillow, rapping your knuckles on his apartment door.
the door opened to reveal draken with a blanket already thrown over his shoulder and the tv remote in his hand. "what happened?" he pouted, feigning a little sad face for you. "why is my precious thing crying?"
you instinctively molded into his hold, resting a teary cheek on his shoulder as you sighed shakily, "got dumped."
"aww, c'mere," draken cooed, tangling his arms around you and pulling you as close as possible. but close isn't close enough for draken. he wanted to cradle you forever, kiss the tears off your skin. taste them. "let's get you comfy, yeah?"
you nodded into his chest, sniffling as he wrapped the fuzzy blanket over your shoulders. he led you towards his bed - the one you've spent many nights in while draken watched you sleep soundly.
draken let you snuggle into the blankets of his bed, your arms still holding dearly onto your pillow. he made a mental note of the way you looked cuddling up into his comforter, like a puppy curling up for a nap.
"wanna talk about it?" draken asked as he slipped into his bed, wrapping a sly arm around your shoulders and letting you melt into him.
you sniff out a little, "w-well, we were fine for a while. he walked me home from our date and he said that he'd hang out with me tonight," you let out a few sobbed hiccups between your words. "but then he suddenly told me he can't do it anymore, and i think he blocked me. my texts stopped going through."
"i'm sorry, angel," draken muttered down at you, his conspicuously bruised knuckles grazing against your cheek to wipe off a stray tear. "why do you think he did that?"
"i don't know," your words faltered, bitter emotions overtaking you as you started crying harder into his chest. "m-maybe he just doesn't like me anymore. but i don't know if it was something i did..."
"no, no," draken cooed softly, grazing his fingers through your hair. "it couldn't possibly be you. y'know how cute n' smart you are? you're such a good girl, angel. he's just an asshole who likes playing with pretty girls like you."
you lifted your head, those teary eyes meeting his under your wet lashes. you sniffle out, "really?"
fuck, how draken loved the way you looked all puppy-eyed and cuddled up into him. your eyes were tinged a bit of red from crying, your lips puffy and pouted as tears streamed over your skin. god, it made him so hard.
"mhm," he hummed, wiping another tear away with his thumb. "he was a dick, and you deserve better. let that sink into that pretty little head of yours."
you sighed out, the soft sounds of sniffles filling the quaint apartment. this is what draken loved - having you cradled up into him and seeking his comfort. he held you so tight, his cock poking up into his pants from the way you clung onto him.
he wanted to hold you, caress you, kiss you, be inside of you. he needed more of you. he wanted you all to himself and he'd do anything to get that. he wanted to taste you, feel you, hear you. god, he needed to fuck you.
but he choked it down for now. he'd wait and wait until you were ready.
"thank you, ken," you murmur softly, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck like a kitten and draken had to clench his jaw to keep him from pouncing. "i needed this."
"i know, angel," he soothingly dragged his hand across the plane of your back again and again. "i'm here, don't worry."
"why do i always pick the shitty ones?" you sighed out against his skin and a hot shiver went up draken's spine. he felt another tear fall onto his collarbone as you spoke, "they always do this."
"sure, those guys are dicks. but you have me, don't you?" draken spoke down to you, his other hand brushing along your hair. "i'm not goin' anywhere."
"i know," you sniffled out, your finger drawing circles into draken's shirt to distract yourself from crying even more. you chuckled out jokingly, "maybe i should just date you."
draken's heart nearly burst, his fingers becoming shaky as he continued grazing them through your hair. the thought of having you - fuck, those words made him so hard.
"nah, nah," draken feigned, playing off the stuttering pulse of his heart in his chest.
"i mean," you started, perking up and meeting his lust-glimmering eyes with your teary ones. "we've been close for so long, you mean a lot to me."
draken couldn't muster up a response, his mind too focused on not smashing his lips into yours right then and there.
"i was supposed to meet that guy again tonight, for... y'know," you hinted with a meek face, slight embarrassment burning into your cheeks. "but... then he dumped me."
draken was frozen, his cock practically twitching beneath his boxers. was this his chance? his chance to finally fuck you the way you deserve? for him to finally be inside you, feel you, treat you so well...
"does that mean my precious thing is needy right now?" draken cooed, the words burning a blazing path straight to your cunt. "does she need my help?"
your puffy eyes went wide, breath hitching in your throat. "y-yeah," you muttered softly, too embarrassed to speak up any louder.
"well, why didn't you say so, angel?" draken shifted overtop of your cradled frame, pressing his arms on both sides of your head as his eyes grazed along those pretty tear stains. "lemme take care of you, hm?"
you nodded, wiping away a stray tear with the back of your hand. draken’s chance, his invitation to fuck you the way he wanted to for so long - he had it in the palm of his hand. finally.
and fuck, if he wasn’t going to savor it. savor your lips on his skin, your taste, every curve and dip, every sound.
he made sure to memorize the soft and precious expression on your face, your eyes wide yet puffy from all the crying. your lips were so close, he could feel his skin barely grazing against yours.
draken's fingers snaked through your hair, both of your lips parting so wide and connecting with deep sighs. fuck, those lips felt incredible on his.
you kissed so delicately, just as he expected. a perfect mixture of hunger and meekness, your lips smothered with just a tinge of saliva. he could taste it, feel it in his mouth and he desperately wanted to shove his tongue down your throat - but he knew he should take his time with you.
draken's free hand moved slowly, calculatedly. along the curve of your shoulder, down to your arm he just grazed his fingers soothingly. he felt every square inch of your velvety skin, capturing it in his memory.
your little breaths and hitched pants into his mouth drove him mad with wanting, his cock throbbing so erratically in its confine. but when draken's hand cupped your clothed breast and you gasped, he finally worked his tongue into your mouth - and god, did he love the way your mouth felt.
wet and warm, your tongue was soft and delicate on his. his thumb started circling over your clothed nipple, quickly realizing that you weren't wearing a bra at all. if anything, it made him so much harder knowing that.
you kept whining onto his tongue from the tingling sensation on your nipple, your body starting to grow warmer.
"you like that, angel?" draken spoke onto your saliva-smothered lips. "being touched there?"
draken's words were so filthy yet sweet, and you felt too meek to give him a response so you just nodded. he loved that about you.
he soon brought both hands to your breasts, letting his thumbs roll and circle over your perky nipples. he loved the way they felt under his touch, adoring the little shaky and sniffling moans you let out.
"feelin' good when i touch you there?" draken couldn't stop now, his focus was too far gone in that darling body of yours. "yea? want me to keep going?"
"y-yes," you managed to speak out, your chest rising and falling so furiously underneath him. you grasped his hand, sliding it down over your shorts to cup your clothed pussy. "you can touch me here... if you want."
draken's heart burst in his chest, his dick so painfully hard at those words. fuck, you were so needy for him.
he felt the room spin when he started slipping your shorts off, his head dizzy with desire for you. go slow, go slow, he told himself a million times.
those little panties of yours, oh god, the way they clung to your folds and had such a dark spot from all that slickness. fuck, he wanted to taste you so badly.
but he forced himself to take his time, make you feel good.
draken dipped his head down between your thighs, letting his nose graze along that puffy little clit of yours as he memorized the smell, the feel of your slick on his face.
he nipped softly at your clothed clit, letting his tongue drag over the fabric and the damp spot only grew worse. that taste - oh, that taste on his tongue. even if it was through your panties, it felt so darling in his mouth.
his breaths shuddered over your inner thighs, his lips kissing hungrily on your clit and it felt so good. you whined out airily, your hips bucking up suddenly from the feeling.
"aw, precious thing," draken cooed onto your cunt, his fingers dancing over your thighs. "you needy for me? you keep wiggling. d'ya want more?"
"mhm," you hummed down at him, peering at his hungry eyes glimmering back at you. "p-please, ken."
oh, the way his name on your lips melted through his ears. you'd always called him 'ken', but the way you said it in that whiny voice made him so much hungrier.
draken's fingers were shaky as he slipped them under your waistband, peeling them off your legs with a shuddered breath.
oh fuck, there it was. that precious cunt of yours that he's been dreaming about being inside for years. right in front of him. eager for him, needy for him. he was about to lose his damn mind.
he was gonna make you feel so good - kiss your darling clit, let your taste roister on his tongue, make out with that pretty pussy of yours, fuck that pretty pussy of yours.
and he did just that.
he kissed breathily and sucked and licked and nipped so desperately, your taste fifteen times stronger without those stupid panties in the way. and it drove him insane.
you shuddered and wriggled into his mouth, letting your hips grind oh so gently against his tongue. it was euphoric, your cunt spasming and your puffy clit throbbing under his lips and soaked tongue.
"aw, angel," draken murmured into your pussy, his fingers poking up against your hole. "feels good, yea? see, i don't treat you like those other assholes. it's better with me, isn't it?"
you couldn't help but whine out a 'yes, yes' when draken delved his fingers into your tight little hole. god, it felt so amazing around his fingers and he couldn't wait to replace them with his cock.
he knew you were close from the way your walls kept spasming around his long, long fingers. he curled them in different spots, waiting for that pretty whine to know which one was your weak point.
"hah-" your breath hitched out, and you shuddered. found it.
draken kept fucking against that spot, making out with your clit fervently as he felt you tighten up so hard around his fingers. "oh, precious thing. you gonna cum for me? cum on my mouth?"
"m-mhm," you choked down a moan, your body pulsing so harshly from the pleasure.
"that's it, angel," draken flicked his tongue, swirled it, then kissed your clit again and again. "cum all over me, yes, yes. fuck, such a good girl."
and there it was - such a glorious orgasm all over draken's hand and mouth, your body buzzing and shaking as you let out a slew of whines and whimpers. your slick danced along his tongue, his fingers making such wet sounds as they fucked you through a euphoric high.
"oh, angel," draken cooed, taking no time before sucking every drop of your cum from his hand before dipping down to clean you up with his tongue. "so good for me. see how much better it feels? those dicks couldn't do that to you, could they?"
you shook your head, agreeing. but all the while, draken was wondering if you could take more - finally let him fuck you, feel you, be inside of you.
"w-well, don't you wanna feel good, too?" you murmured out, grazing your shaky fingers against his cheek. "maybe... you can fuck me, too?"
those words - that permission from you, that eagerness. fuck, he loved it.
draken shifted up, pressing his slightly sweaty forehead gently against yours, "anything you want, precious thing."
he slipped his rock-hard cock from his boxers, letting it spring up and hit against his abdomen. it was throbbing so hard, so desperate to feel that soft and tight little precious cunt around it.
"o-oh, it's so big," you observed with a bite of worry, wondering curiously how deep it'll feel inside of you.
"i know, angel," he muttered, pressing his lips onto your tear-stained cheek. "but you're a good girl, you can take it all, right?"
you nodded up at him, your eyes gentle and soft on his. draken took his time, prodding the pre-cum soaked tip of his cock at your hole. he had to go slow, or who knows how bad he'd hurt you from being too rough? you're delicate, you need to be treated carefully and slowly.
so he did just that, slipping his cock yieldingly inside and his face tensed up from the feel of those velvety walls enveloping him. he wanted to rut his hips so badly already, it was impossible to just let it be slow. but he had to resist, for you.
he groaned shudderingly when he bottomed out, your whines overtaking his mind and holding him captive. it was so deep, stuffed into the hilt of your cunt and it felt so good for both of you.
"oh, just like that," draken murmured onto your lips. "feel me deep in there?"
"mhm," you whimpered, breathy pants exchanging with his and grazing against each other's skin. "y-you can move now."
"yeah? alright," draken mentally prepared himself, taking in a deep inhale before bracing his arms on both sides of your head and cocking his hips back. "tell me if it's too much, 'kay? promise me, angel."
"m'kay..." you panted out, feeling so stretched and worn out already. "i promise, ken."
"good girl," draken kissed against your forehead, your sweat teeming along your skin. and when he started moving, fuck, he couldn't stop.
his muscles rippled and flexed from his arms to his abdomen, his cock driving forwards into the deepest part of your cunt. the whines you let out were filthy, flooding the room along with draken's stifled grunts.
his cock slipped through so easily, smothered in the mess you made as it fucked into you again and again - harder each time. he was in heaven, feeling like he was floating on a cloud and the room was spinning as he delved his cock so far into your precious pussy.
god, he'd dreamed of the way it felt - but nothing beats the real thing. so wet, soft, warm, and inviting. you squeezed his shaft eagerly, and he had to grit his teeth so hard to keep himself from cumming right then and there.
draken melted his lips onto yours hungrily, your shared pants and grunts and whines mixing so enticingly. he was already close, fucking into you hard and driving your body into the bed like it was the last thing he'll ever do.
"god, angel, you feel so good," draken panted shudderingly against your lips, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass again and again. "j-just like that, so fuckin' good... for me."
"h-hah," you moaned, your puffy eyes meeting his as sweat glimmered along your skin so beautifully. if he could take a picture of the most stunning sight and frame it, it'd be this.
draken's one hand moved to cup your cheek, the other bracing himself up as he fucked into you faster. god, he needed to cum inside of you - feel your walls as he came, fill you up, watch it seep out and mix with your slick.
"i'm close, angel," draken cooed, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips gaped open. "g-gonna cum soon, fuck- you're so... so fuckin' good."
"cum inside me," you whined out pleadingly, the words burning into his brain and shattering his thoughts. his mind was blank, feeling every nerve in his body tingle and his cock throb.
"oh, y-yes," draken moaned out, rutting his hips like a man possessed - possessed by his own need, hunger, desire. "gonna fill up that pretty angel pussy of yours."
"o-oh, fuck," you moaned and wriggled, grasping onto his bicep for dear life at the pleasure driving up your spine with each thrust.
draken felt it boiling in his gut, the rise of an orgasm he'd been dreaming of for so many years - finally fully fleshed as he craned his head back, his lips gaped and a filthy groan spilled out as he came.
ropes and ropes of cum spilled between your walls, his body shuddering and sweating so profusely. god, he could die happy now.
"oh, angel," draken sighed out heavily, slipping his cock out and watching it appear smothered in slick mixtures of your pleasure. "look at you, makin' a huge mess everywhere. oh, you needed that, didn't you?"
"you never needed those other assholes. you had me the whole time."
mean yuuji agenda <3 he’s sweet yes but people forget he has his asshole moments <333
you cant tell me he wouldn’t ignore your calls while he’s out with megumi and then come over and mock you for being “so damn clingy” ,,,, shuts up your nagging by wrapping his large palm around your throat and squeezing ,,, and waits for your mouth to fly open when you gasp for air, just for him to drop a fat glob of spit down your throat and grin as he watches you choke on it.
then he just lets you go and asks if you wanna watch a movie or smth because he missed you. ^^
warnings: NSFW!!! oral sex (m), handjob, cum eating, sub!Izuku
a/n - this is my very first smut so please don't expect no out-of-this-world type of smut. This is just a concept some of my moots gave me and I wrote what I could. I had them read it and they said I should post so I did. Enjoy! (excuse any errors)
w.c - 2.4k
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Izuku was a very shy and awkward boy back in high school when it came to girls. Would freeze up when a girl talked to him and turn into a literal strawberry when even touched by a girl. That went on for his first year in high school. He thought he would remain that shy awkward boy the rest of his time in grade school, but he was wrong, fortunately.
In the middle of his second year, he started to get more acquainted with the girls around him. He felt more comfortable talking with them and wouldn't blush all crazy when they gave him a simple touch like a handshake. By his third and final year of high school, he began to get admirers. Izuku had gone through a growth spurt the summer before his third year began and the attention he received from his female counterparts surprised him.
Since he was more confident in his words and looks, he would take the compliments, small gifts, and even date offers. But since none of the girls felt right to him, he would let them off easy. Some would understand and offer to be friends while others would be offended and tell him how much he's missing out on. Because of this Izuku has never done anything remotely sexual with a girl besides kissing.
Girls have tried to get him to go to second base, but Izuku just pushed them away and said,
"You’re a really nice girl, but I just don't want to do that with you."
He kept this streak going until he met you late in his third year. You both had first met in your AP Psychology class. You were a new transfer student from the states and couldn't find a seat in the overly filled class so he quickly offered the seat next to him. Unknown to you the seat belonged to another girl but Izuku got annoyed with her persistent flirting and took this as a chance. And he was so glad he did.
In your first couple of encounters with Izuku, you only showed him the surface of your personality. Easy-going, funny, witty. Just an overall kind girl that he had to keep around. And that he did. Now in your first year of college, he began to call you his best friend since he kept you on a pedestal as high as Bakugo's. Since your friendship progressed so quickly you began to show him more sides of you. That's when he started to notice how flirty you had become with everyone, even him. You were always close to him, very touchy, and made slick sexual innuendos. Everyone always said you were a very flirty person, noticing it early on, but Izuku picked up late on it. Not too long in, he got used to it, the comments still made him blush though.
Although, the more he received your comments, the more he wondered if you would actually act upon them. He often wondered how far you would go, specifically with him. You were a very attractive woman so the thought of doing anything sexual with you did not put him off. It actually turned him on more than anything.
Right now, you both were in his apartment, trying to cook a Japanese recipe that you found in a cookbook.
“Hey, Izzy? Say this for me,” you held up the phone to his face so he could see the highlighted Japanese word.
“Ummm tsukune” he said with wide innocent eyes. You looked back at him, but this time you were biting your bottom lip. You then smirked and leaned closer to your green-haired friend.
“Your voice sounds so nice and smooth, Izzy. Say it again for me baby.” Izuku blushed violently, making you laugh. “You’re so fun to mess with, oh my god.”
Izuku laughed along with you. If Izuku didn't know you any better, he would think that you liked him. Which would help him ease the small crush that he has on you. But it was just a small crush so he wasn't too worried about it. He's more worried about his sexual attraction towards you. The flirting is harmless, but actually trying to take the next step was something that he didn’t know how to do.
“I flirt with you so much, I figured you'd be used to it by now. You still blush like a little middle schooler though,” you grinned putting the chicken meatballs in the oven.
Izuku gave you a wobbly smile while scratching the back of his neck, “You’re the only one that doesn't make it creepy. When other girls do it, it feels just wrong.”
“Oh! So you saying I'm a top-tier flirter?” you quipped, leaning against the counter. Hearing your amused tone made him roll his eyes.
“Yes, Y/N, you're such a ‘top tier flirter’.” Izuku drawled, throwing up air quotes, “But seriously though, when you do it I'm not uncomfortable with it.”
You hummed, nodding your head, and stepped around the counter to get closer to Izuku, “So…..do you like it?”
“Huh?” Izuku faltered, with wide eyes.
“Do you like it when I flirt with you, sweetheart?” you purred, leaning more into his space. He could smell the cocoa butter that you spread on your brown skin earlier from how close you were to him.
He didn't know what to do but sputter like an idiot. Usually, when girls push up on him like this he rejects them quickly, but this was you. He couldn't reject you. He wanted this but he didn't know how to go to the next step and the last thing he wants to do is embarrass himself more than he already has. Maybe I should’ve messed around with more girls so I wouldn’t be sputtering like an idiot, he thought to himself. Luckily, his sputtering had ceased when the timer on your phone went off. Saved by the bell, he thought to himself. You backed away with a small smirk and pulled out the tsukune.
“Come help me plate these please, Izzy,” you requested innocently as if you didn't just almost put him into cardiac arrest.
Izuku pulled himself out of a daze and proceeded to help you. After plating the food you both sat down and ate while watching Cadillac Records. Well, while you watched the movie because Izuku was too busy thinking about the kitchen encounter. Was that just playful flirting? Sometimes you would lean close but never to that extent. Plus your voice sounded different. It wasn't flirty, no, it was more seductive and serious. The tone had his blood pumping straight to his cock just thinking about it. Would you use that tone with him if you were to touch him? He doesn't even think he could handle your touch, especially on his cock. Your hands were as soft as silk and the thought of them wrapped around him, pumping him up and down-
“Izzy, you okay? You're breathing kind of shaky over there. And you're all red, too,” you reach to touch his cheek and he swears he almost moans, but instead he shivers.
“I-I’m fine, Y/N. Just a little hot, that’s all.” he trembled. You proceeded to caress his red cheek before giving him a smug smirk.
“I don't see how. The AC is on-” he finally looked up at you, and the smirk on your face never faltered-“You never answered my question earlier, Izzy.”
For a split second, he forgot what question you were talking about, but his memory was quickly regained when he looked down and thought of your flirting.
“Do I like it when you flirt with me?” you nodded, turning his face so he could look at you, “Y-yes.”
Your hand then moved from his cheek to running down his chest slowly.
“Is that all you like that I do to you?” you whispered.
Izuku couldn't believe that you were doing this. He didn't even think that you liked him sexually. Always thought flirting was playful when it came to you.
“I umm, I like when you touch m-me.” he murmured while his heart raced and his nails dug into his thighs. He felt like he was about to lose it. He hasn’t stuttered this much since his first year. You then leaned in so close that just a centimeter closer, your lips would touch.
“Do you want me to touch you more, baby? Will you let me touch your cock?” you purred, kissing the corner of his lip.
Izuku whined as he let out a weak “fuck” from his lips. By the time you were done speaking, your hand was inches away from his cock and he was dying for you to touch him. He would start begging at this point, but he wanted to let you know about his lack of experience. So with the last bit of sanity, he has left, he grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. Looking up at you and he saw a concerned look on your face, hoping you didn't truly make him uncomfortable.
“I want to, it’s just that I never got touched like that before.” your eyes widened in shock before they softened up.
“Are you really okay with me doing this for you, Izuku?” he nodded slowly but surely, letting go of your wrist.
“Please, Y/N.” The sound of his desperate plea made you want to devour him.
Adjusting yourself to sit on your legs, with your other hand you gripped his chin and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Pecks turned into kissing and soon enough you slipped your tongue into his mouth making him whimper. As your tongues played together, your hand slipped into his sweats, wrapping around his cock. He pulled away in surprise, moaning out loudly. Giving him a few quick pumps, his eyes focus on you pulling his sweats down to his thighs and his cock springing out. Precum spilled at the tip and just seeing the size of him made your mouth water.
“Fuck, Y/N, please” he begged.
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.” you breathed, placing soft kisses on his neck. Index finger slowly dragging on the underside of his dick, his body shuddered causing his head to fall back to rest on the couch.
“P-please touch my cock” he mewled.
Deciding to not tease him anymore, you held your hand to his face, “Spit on my hand, baby.”
He did as told so you proceeded to uphold his request. You pumped his cock slowly at first, making his tense body relax into the couch. Mixing his saliva and his precum, your movements got faster and more smooth. All the while you were sucking and biting on his neck, breathy moans escaped his lips.
“F-fuck fuuuck, oh god” he closed his eyes tightly trying not to cum too quickly.
Your thumb swiped over his slit causing him to gasp sharply. Pulling away from his neck you take notice of his reactions, making a promise to yourself that you'll see this face more often. Seeing him so relaxed and feeling good made you uncomfortably wet. You just wanted to ride him until you both were overstimulated and crying. But right now you just wanted him in your mouth. You leaned down and slowly dragged your tongue over the tip of his cock while still gripping him firmly.
“Oh shit! Shi- nnngh, please, please” his voice trembled, feeling your tongue swipe over him almost made him cum so he gave a death grip to your thigh to stop himself.
You continued to roll your tongue all over his slit and tip, moaning at the taste of him. Suddenly, you lift up slightly, still close to his sensitive dick. He whined in protest, wondering why you stopped.
“You want me to suck your cock, Izzy?” you breathed over his sensitive tip. He moaned out a yes, but you wanted him to request nicely. Moving to the floor, you placed yourself in front of him and spread his legs open.
“Yes, what?” you dragged your tongue on the underside of his cock. Tears puddled at the corners of his eyes as small whimpers escaped his mouth.
“Yes, m-mommy”, your eyes widened slightly, but a smirk followed.
“Wasn’t expecting that, but I ain't complaining. Keep your eyes on me, okay?” he nodded shakily.
Izuku choked up, feeling your mouth finally wrap and suck hard on his red tip. The sudden action caused his hips to jerk slightly and a deep groan left his throat. You hum around him, pleased with his reaction. You take him deeper in your mouth, practically swallowing around his cock, making a series of whines and pleas leave his drooling mouth.
“Sh-shit, your mouth feels so good.”
“Nnnngh, fuuuck, please. W-wanna cum…”
“M-ommy can I cu- fuck!”
You pulled off of the overwhelmed boy, opting for massaging his aching cock.
“ I never said you couldn't cum, you just wanted to be a good boy for me, huh?” he nodded with tears running down his red face, “For that you can come in my mouth.”
He groaned out loudly from you saying that. His hips bucked when you suckled hard on his sensitive tip while also pumping his cock. His breathing became more erratic the harder you sucked and the faster you pumped.
“Mommy, nnnngh fuck! I’m c-cumming, I’m cummin-”
His body shook as he finally released in your mouth in spurts. He came a lot so you swallowed around his cock to gather as much as you could. You looked up to see a fucked out Izuku with his eyes closed tongue lolling out of his mouth. Smacking him softly his eyes opened and he whined because you were still giving his soft cock lazy pumps. You gripped his chin and slotted your mouth with his, kissing him with a mouthful of cum. You can tell he wasn't expecting it, but he moaned and went along with it when you swapped the cum into his mouth. The kiss was messy and sloppy but you both didn't care, too lost in the high. He started to whimper and paw at your hand that was still on his cock. You removed your hand as you both swallowed his obscene amount of cum, and caught your breaths. With your foreheads resting against each other’s, you both sat in a comfortable, messy silence. You decided to break it.
“So,” you sighed, “Mommy, huh?”
“Oh god.” He whined shamefully, burying his head in your chest as you laughed.
people who write smut for underage characters though… like bakugo is literally like 16/17, and them excusing it with a “time skip” like there isn’t even a time skip in mha.
it’s so weird like how is a 22 year old ADULT, writing smut for a 16 year old fictional character.
or even saying shit like “well I’m a minor too!” doesn’t excuse it. I’m also a minor and you don’t see me writing smut about them
Warnings: Voyeurism (Katsuki is a peeping tom), masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), rough sex, hair pulling, possessive actions, light degradation, praising, ~and they were roommates~
Word Count: 8k
The first time is an accident.
Katsuki has never noticed the quarter sized hole in the bathroom wall, hiding in plain sight behind his towel rack, blending into the ugly, out of date flower pattern. But two months into his new lease, he sees it.
He sees you. Just beyond the wall is the naked curve of his roommate’s ass, bent over as you dry your legs from the shower. There’s a glimpse of something else, too. Something far more forbidden, peeking out for just a moment between your legs. Wet, inviting, begging to be seen.
A wave of heat flashes in his gut, one that tells him he’s doing something wrong, that he should look away. He shakes his head, looks at himself in the mirror and mumbles a few curses. Katsuki even points a finger at his reflection, scolds himself with a “don’t be a fucking creep.”
But the next time isn’t an accident.
It’s purposeful, a quick pull of his towel off the rack when he hears you rummaging around in your bathroom. Curiosity killed the cat, and Katsuki has been far, far too curious about you since the moment he walked into the shared apartment.
summary: izuku sharing with you like the great friend he is!
cw: oh boy,, degrading, cum play, fingering, teasing, dirty talk, spanking, katsu is so mean, nicknames (slut, whore, princess, etc.) some switch themes towards the end, dom/sub mechanics, izuku is obsessed with bkg, oral (m and f), lots of commas, maybe some spelling mistakes, i think that’s all?
wrd count: approx 2.3k
izuku was just about the best friend you could’ve asked for, and for several reasons.
for starters, he was always so observant. you only befriended him just a few months ago when you went basically crying to your friend mina about needing a new science tutor. preferably one that would at least be a little more discreet about wanting to get in your pants. she insisted at the time that she knew just the guy for you.
just a few months passed and sometimes it felt like he could pick out whatever’s bugging you before you could. it wasn’t uncommon for him to catch onto your sour moods and do whatever he could to lift your spirits whenever he saw you falling into a steep slump. movie nights, taking you out to your favorite diner, whatever! he’d do it all for you!
your next favorite thing about izuku was how patient he was. even when you’d find yourself yelling and cussing him out at two in the morning because you couldn’t understand some equation, he’d still always find himself at your door the very next morning (perhaps with your favorite drink in hand. silently praying that you won’t just throw it in his face. again.)
he sat with you through failed dates, failed tests, just anything. and of course you were always there for him in turn even if he didn’t complain nearly as much as you did. he did have his occasional girl issues, but from what you could see none of his romantic conquests ever ended up anywhere.
but your definite favorite thing about izuku was that he was just so charitable. sweet thing was always willing to share! that’s why even with a red face and a long session of stuttering later, he confessed to you his little crush on his childhood friend katsuki (if you could even call them friends). it made you cringe a bit at first, seeing as you many times fell witness to the verbal assault the blond fired at your freckled friend on a daily basis.
but after a while you started to realize their dynamic was far different from what you’d previously assumed. what izuku had for katsuki was certainly not a crush: it was an obsession. you could tell by the way his eyes would flash with an unreadable emotion whenever you seemed to particularly capture bakugou’s eye some days, or how even after being insulted by bakugou you would sometimes see the dopiest of smile forming as the angry man stomped away.
that’s why it meant so much to you when izuku was willing to share his favorite thing with you! to be honest, none of you were quite sure how you ended up exactly here. all you could remember was the fact that one minute bakugou was stopping by your room while you and izuku were studying to collect something, and the next minute you and your close friend found yourself crouched between the blond’s legs as he sat on the edge of your mattress.
he tsked disapprovingly as he stared down at the two of you, still fully clothed even though he’d already yelled at you two to remove your tops. his eyes seemingly glazed over, little sadist heart glancing at the sight of two pretty things panting like dogs at his feet. he almost felt bad for torturing the pair of whores so much.
almost felt bad.
“tuh— look at you two. that thirsty for a taste of this cock, yeah?” neither of you responded, eyes still thirstily locked onto his lap. neither of you dared to place your hands on him just yet, afraid that if you pushed any further he’d get up and leave just as he threatened to do moments prior when the two of you insisted on shielding your bare chests from his view.
“why don’t you taste each other first, hah? ‘m sure shitty deku here has been dying for a piece of that cunt since he met you. that true?” not expecting his words to hit izuku so heavily, you were shocked into stillness when you met the pair of emerald eyes, now covered with a familiar veil of hungriness. except it was directed at you now.
he stayed quiet far too much longer than bakugou liked, apparently. he captured both of your attention with a grunt, large palm tangling in izuku’s hair and tugging his head back sharply. the boy yelped in response but didn’t dare to move.
“asked you a fuckin’ question, ain’t i? go head and tell’er—“
“want it.” izuku spoke before he could finish his sentence, suddenly much closer to you now as katsuki forced him forward. “w-wanna make you feel good too. y/n please. please let me make feel good. i’ll do anything. just~” he was silenced with another sharp tug of his green locs.
“i said answer the question, not make yourself sound fuckin’ pathetic. you’re lucky y/n is as slutty as she is. bet no other chicks would like that shit.” he scolded with a shake of his head. “now make her cum on your fingers and maybe i’ll consider letting you two get me off.”
and god, he didn’t need to be told twice. izuku was already pushing your body back against your plush carpet floor, hovering over you as katsuki still sat proudly above you two on the mattress. your pants were lost in an instant, legs pried open with his strong arms (how hadn’t you noticed just how ripped he was?) as his predatory eyes locked onto the wet spot of your panties.
that seemed to make him go feral, literally ripping the wet fabric before tossing it to the side, miraculously landing them in the blond’s lap making him chuckle and toss the ruined material back onto the ground. he wasted no more time diving into your cunt, nose smooshed against your clit as he greedily and noisily slurped up everything your pretty pussy had to give him.
you gasped at the unexpected roughness that you’d expect from the other boy; not your sweet izuku. you weren’t sure who this monster was that replaced your dear close friend, but you couldn’t find it in you to care after you felt his fingers coming up to press against your core. had you been a little less focused on his hot breath fanning across your cunt you may have noticed the tremble of his hands as he teasingly rubbed along your drenched slit, peeling himself away to admire the way his hand glided across your wetness. he was still a virgin (somehow), but the copious amount of porn he’d consumed seemed to be paying off in his favor.
he looked so cute like that, eyes wide as he pulled away and gawked at the way you soaked his hand. they widened even further when katsuki suddenly grabbed his wrist, forcefully jerking the smaller boy up until the slicked appendages pressed against the pad of his tongue.
“fuck, princess. you taste fuckin’ delightful. i see why this nerd was begging for a piece of this pussy.” you squealed at his crudeness, eyes fluttering shut as you cupped your tits in your hands. the sound of bakugou shamelessly cleaning your mess from izuku’s fingers so loudly had you seeing spots as you ran your hands across your body, everywhere just feeling too hot for them to find purchase anywhere.
izuku appeared to take note of this, seemingly snapping out of his lustful trance as he reached his free hand to grab yours, thumbs trailing over your whitened knuckles in attempt to soothe you even as you moaned so whorishly before him.
katsuki sucked at his fingers until the taste of you was completely gone, groaning as he reluctantly pulled away. “shit. cant wait anymore. get your horny asses up here.” he demanded sluggishly as he rushed to pull his joggers down just over his ass, heavy cock slapping across his abdomen. part of you pondered if he’d purposely shown up without any underwear on, or if this was a normal thing for him. your mouth watered at the thought of both.
“isn’t this what you wanted? quit yer gawkin’ and get to work.” despite the aggressiveness of his words he still appeared to be tense, eyebrows tight and face flushed a pretty pink as he refused to make eye contact with either of you.
a moment passed and you two still hadn’t moved. whatever bashfulness had been exposed of katsuki was now gone as his usual angry expression took over once again.
“y-your shirt.” you finally choked out. izuku stared at you with large eyes, evidently alarmed yet relieved that you finally said what the two of you were silently praying for. “want your shirt off. please, kacchan?”
the blond cackled at your request, shaking his head as he grabbed the waistband of his joggers and tugged them back up his hips, tucking his cock away painfully. “guess someone’s spoiled. thought you’d do a better job at keeping your brat in check, deku.” izuku nodded quickly at the words, but you were almost certain that he was so horny he’d agree with anything bakugou said at this point.
“hit ‘er.” “wh…wha-“ “bend her over your fuckin’ lap,” you yelped as bakugou grabbed at the nape of your neck, successfully pressing your face to the ground and sitting you up on all fours. “and hit her. gotta show her you’re in charge, huh? isn’t that what you were askin’ me the other day? how to get in this bitch’s pants?” you couldn’t see izuku’s face, only hearing the choked wheeze he let out before a pause and-
smack!
you whined at the sharp feeling, trying to crawl away only to be pulled back by izuku. you could’ve sworn you felt a light dribble of drool across your ass as he went in for a second smack, and a third, and~
“calm down, shitty nerd! i said punish the brat, not brutalize her. look at this face.” ever the hypocrite, katsuki pouted as his large hand cupped your cheeks, squeezing them together cutely. “so mean, isn’t he princess? here, i’ll make it up to ya by giving you a treat.” he grinned sheepishly as he released your face, reaching for the hem of his shirt and tossing it aside easily. like a pair of greedy puppies you and izuku both resumed your positions on your knees before him once again.
the room seemingly halted, even the spinning in your head coming to a pause as you admired his chiseled body. all of his years of intense workouts seemed to pay off as you admired his toned chest. izuku seemed worse off than you however, poor boy basically vibrating from where he crouched.
katsuki laughed dryly at both of your expressions. “should’ve known this would be too much for you freaks. now come on, were so damn thirsty for my cock earlier.” he grunted dramatically as he leaned back on the mattress, elbows propping him just enough to make eye contact with both of you. “take it.”
you both sprung into action, making quick work of removing the fabric blocking you two from what you’ve been after the whole time. neither of you took the time to fully gawk at the sheer size of him again, already making quick work of licking at his tip and gathering the leaking precum on both of your tongues. katsuki hissed at the feeling, fists balling up the sheets beneath him as his hips bucked upwards, tip forcing its way between your pretty lips.
“that’s right baby, suck it- oh fuck~” he was suddenly whining as he thrusted shallowly in your mouth, izuku unfazed as he attached his own swollen lips to the base of his cock, tongue trailing along the thick vein as he was sure to make it nice and sloppy with his spit.
bakugou was a mess, control faltering at the unexpected amount of pleasure. he didn’t dare to open his eyes afraid he’d bust immediately if he caught a glimpse of how slutty you must’ve looked. “f-fuckin’ brats, tryna make me… fuck.. fuck! harder, yeah, suck it harder” he whimpered, hips bucking uncontrollably now as he fought off his orgasm.
izuku popped off of his cock, trailing kisses along the shaft until he reached his balls and popped one into his mouth, moaning at the taste of his skin. bakugou’s eyes rolled back, toes curling as more whorish moans tumbled from his trembling lips. his whole body was flushed a pretty shade of red, and you and izuku didn’t let up your assault on his cock even as he hissed at both of you that he was close.
his final straw was when you took him all the way to the back of your throat, breath catching in his throat at the tightness. everything was hot, too hot, and wet and… shit. “fuckfuckfuck, that’s it baby.” he shivered as he came in heavy spurts, watching as you pulled away slightly to tease the slit of his cock as you milked more cum from him.
he panted heavily as he watched izuku grab you by your neck, barely giving you a chance to enjoy his flavor before the green haired boy was tugging you into a rough kiss. the sight of you two exchanging his cum, tongue wrestling in a mindless greedy battle, had bakugou nearly ready to say ‘fuck it’ and brave the overstimulation to have you two back on his cock again.
deku groaned anomalistically when he finally pulled away, nipping at your bottom lip and chuckling at your little whine.
“was it fun?” “mhm.” “taste as good as you thought?” “mhm.” he chuckled at the delight written across your features. “mm, figured. need ta’ go again. wanna see from myself.”
the way you two talked about him as if he wasn’t even there had katsuki’s cock standing again already. if only he knew what trouble he’d gotten himself into messing with two greedy sluts. <3
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