Daydreaming

European - She/Her - 1998 ~ My life's boring, so I've been living stories inside my head and started writing them down ~

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English is not my first language, so please be kind~

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Getting married this month...

...so I might start to lack behind on writing and posting for a bit. Plus creativity and time is really low during summer as well 😅

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my toxic writing trait is imagining the scene in my head in long, full cinematic detail and then writing: “they fought. it was intense.”

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cw: smut // hook-up culture

Fuckboy!Gojo Whose snow white hair and crystal blue eyes draw the looks of males and females alike, no matter which room he enters. His smiles are boyish, his charm undeniable and he always carries himself with an attitude that shows he knows exactly how much superior he is to everyone else. The glasses he wears are just for show, a way to stay mysterious enough to raise speculations and they are already deeply integrated in his flirting tactics—sliding from his nose when he spots a target to reveal hungry deep blue irises that glisten with mischief.

Fuckboy!Gojo Who does exactly what he always does when he spots you in front of the school gates in a little sundress that looks way too innocent for the way you suck on the popsicle between your lips. He's striding towards you with confidence and his grin grows with every step he takes. He looms over you in a way that hides the blinding sun behind his tall frame and he decides to go for an old classic of "Hey, never seen your pretty face here before... Are you new?" that never failed him before.

Fuckboy!Gojo Who thinks he's descended to heaven when you smile so cutely—he can't wait to ruin you underneath him—and then... you politely excuse yourself? He's confused. Totally and utterly confused. You skip past him, ignoring him completely as your floral perfume hits his nostrils on your way to be engulfed in the arms of another man. Now he's even more confused. What does a girl like you have to do within the presence of brooding Nanami Kento?

Fuckboy!Gojo Who falls into the empty chair beside Nanami in the library the next day, arm lazily thrown over the lads shoulder despite his deadpanned stare and obvious annoyance. It's not like he wants to stay near a nerd like him either, but he just has to get every information on you that he can. Are you a friend? A family relative? His girlfriend?! Although the answer doesn't really matter, at the end of the day, you will be put on the long list of females he conquered.

Fuckboy!Gojo Who stalks your Instagram and notices a recurring theme of street food sweets and disgustingly sugary milkshakes from one specific shop downtown. Perfect! He can enjoy milkshakes and pastries right before diving into your just as delicious cunt. He lies in his bed and can already taste the sweet bitterness of your dripping arousal at the back of his throat—it has him moaning out loud, closing his eyes to relish the thought and all it does is having him receive a worried stare of his best friend and roommate Suguru.

Fuckboy!Gojo Who bumps into you not so coincidentally at the exact shop you always get your afternoon pick me up from. He's a little surprised you didn't remember him, because people—especially girls—always remember him. He recovers quickly though and charms you into letting him buy you some mochi from the new vendor a bit down the road. His hand is already possessively wrapped around your waist by the time you arrive at the little street food stall.

Fuckboy!Gojo Who's not only high on processed sugars and grinning from ear to ear when you agree to let him take you home. He could drive his own car, flex his money just as much as his biceps to impress you, but decides against it to call an Uber instead. He pulls you into his chest while you wait, whispering compliments and flirty jokes right up into your ear as he leans down into your space and opens the door for you to help you into the car like the gentleman he definitely not is.

Fuckboy!Gojo Who's questioning his decisions when you two sit in the back of the car and instead of the heated make out session he imagined, you yap about your parents and two little brothers and how excited you are because you've never taken a boy home to a family dinner. He planned on ruining your unmarred skin with purple hickeys and bruises and gets to play perfect son-in-law instead...

Fuckboy!Gojo Who is awkwardly stiff while sitting beside you at dinner. Gone is the charming boy and to the forefront comes a nervous wreck—sweating profusely and flinching whenever your mother asks if he wants seconds or your father asks about his intentions. But the real problem are your little brothers that make kissy sounds and whistle when you take him for a house tour and upstairs to your room. There is no way he can defile you in this house, in this room and with your parents being downstairs.

Fuckboy!Gojo Who slams open the door to his dorm room, plopping down on his bed, face first with a loud and disappointed groan. He left your house in what could best be described as a walk of shame without even getting his dick wet or his tongue into the tight space between your legs. When Suguru starts laughing about his miserable day, he almost starts to cry. He really needs a taste of you. Just one taste, just one time. Is that too much to ask for? Why do you have to be so... oblivious?

Fuckboy!Gojo Who's faced with the smugness of Nanami Kento the next day. Nanami already knew about the disaster of a dinner yesterday and is being especially prissy about it, telling him he wouldn't get into your pants that easily. When he then steps as low as asking Nanami for help to press his tip into the back of your womb, complaining and whining for at least 20 minutes, he is just met with your little giggles from behind. It very slowly dawns on him that, maybe, you are a bit of a brat and tried to make it extra hard for him.

Fuckboy!Gojo Who can't stay mad at you at all when you apologize so sweetly. Pretty eyes blinking up at him between long lashes as you sit on your knees between his legs, gagging on his dick like your life depends on making him cum without using your hands—they're too busy circling your clit in clumsy, shaky motions anyway. He has always gotten what he wants and that's why he makes sure you understand that whoever plays games with Gojo Satoru ends up losing.

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This work is entirely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, places, organizations, or events is purely coincidental. No factual representations are intended.

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Fuckboy Series

Just a bunch of drabbles and headcanons of your favorite men and how kind or unkind they treat the lady they invite over for just one night.

Jujutsu Kaisen - Gojo Satoru

Jujutsu Kaisen - Geto Suguru

Jujutsu Kaisen - Ryomen Sukuna

Jujutsu Kaisen - Fushiguro Megumi

Jujutsu Kaisen - Kamo Choso

Blue Lock - Shidou Ryusei

Blue Lock - Michael Kaiser

Blue Lock - Otoya Eita

Blue Lock - Bunny Iglesias

My Hero Academia - Bakugo Katsuki

My Hero Academia - Todoroki Shoto

My Hero Academia - Takami Keigo

My Hero Academia - Todoroki Touya

Tokyo Revengers - Haitani Ran

Tokyo Revengers - Haitani Rindou

Tokyo Revengers - Kurokawa Izana

Tokyo Revengers - Kisaki Tetta

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cw: smut // hookup culture

Fuckboy!Megumi Who's just walking around campus, headphones in and face as stoic and bored as ever—always looking like actively living life is hell on earth and everything happening around him is beneath the worth of his attention.

Fuckboy!Megumi Who doesn't even have to try to get the girls lined up for him. He's receiving a flirty and/or seductive 'Hi, Megumi' everywhere he goes. Never answering, never acknowledging. He's just walking past in hallways, continues to eat during lunch or keeps his nose in the book at the library.

Fuckboy!Megumi Who doesn't look like much, but the girls always squeal and whisper about his unbelievable sleeper build. It happens when he wipes sweat from his forehead by using the fabric of his shirt and reveals what rideable abs lie beneath or when he rolls up the unfortunately long sleeves of his shirt during especially hot summer days to expose a glimpse of that bulk beneath.

Fuckboy!Megumi Who has these rumors circling around all of campus on his particular skills. Apparently he can make girls cum so much they pass out without even having to use his cock. Apparently his dick is as thick as a can of soda and just as long as his perfectly veiny forearms. Apparently the curve to his length always hits the best spot no matter where it lays inside of you. And one girl swears he made her finish with just a particular look.

Fuckboy!Megumi Who just shrugs whenever someone has the guts to directly ask if everything said about him is true and rolls his eyes whenever a guy makes a disrespectful comment towards him to rile him up.

Fuckboy!Megumi Who smirks when no one sees it, corners of his mouth tilting up just the slightest fraction while grinning in his head about the ridiculousness of it all. If only they knew. If only they knew that those rumors are just the tip of the iceberg and hold nothing against the actual skills this boy has when it comes to bringing pleasure.

Fuckboy!Megumi Who doesn't know how these (more often than not true) rumors are circling around when he has never been with someone other than you.

Fuckboy!Megumi Who sits back on his heels and has you impaled on his cock inside your room, both hands tightly gripping at your waist to move you up and down by his own strength since you're not able to assist the movement anymore after everything he has put you through already.

Fuckboy!Megumi That pulls you onto him to the hilt, relishing in the way your slick walls spasm around him and your squirt splashes wet and loudly against his abdomen when you cum around him for the nth time—those helpless little noises that get stuck in the back of your throat are music to his ears and he swears he has to think about someone as annoying as Gojo to not immediately nut inside of you.

Fuckboy!Megumi Who always makes sure to whisper praises and sweet nothing's into your ear when you're completely out of it and he carefully ruts into you while cowering over your much smaller frame. He only pulls back to look into your eyes when he's pleading with you to cum just one last time, for him, so you two can finish together. And yes, it's the look in his eyes that has you convulsing around him again.

Fuckboy!Megumi Who has you cleaned up and replenished with water and a chocolate bar he brought back from the vending machine because you always crave sweets afterwards, when he asks you about a new thing he heard spread around on campus. You just shrug your shoulders, munching and grinning behind your chocolate as you tell him you have no idea where this is coming from. After all you two agreed on keeping things private and low-key, right?

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Spanking with cult leader Geto heavily on the mind 😪

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Geto and you just want to bath in each other's love and company, deeply invested in the feel of the others skin against your own. So there is no way in hell a brat like Gojo Satoru is going to ruin the vibe and keep you from reaching that orgasm you crave so desperately.

cw: servicedom!Geto × needy!Reader ft. spectator!Gojo, cunnilingus, exhibition and voyeurism

You are supposed to listen to your professor drawing some really beautiful and probably very intellectual anecdotal reference to Greek mythology right now, but instead? You're in his dorm room.

Geto Suguru has been your boyfriend for around 3 years now and even after all this time together, you still can't get enough of each other. What started out with Geto making a dumb bet that he'd have you wrapped around his finger during a game of 7-minutes-in-heaven at a stupid highschool party, ended with him being completely and utterly in love with you for the rest of senior year and beyond. Guess you could call each other highschool sweethearts…

Geto's dorm room was small, but he fought hard with administration to get a single room this year and finally be able to bring you over (aka sneak you in to spend the night) whenever he wants and without a roommate complaining. The already cramped space is a mess of scattered books and papers around his desk, some clothes lying in a pile on the floor—pushed to the side to free up space on his bed—and the air is stale and grey from cigarette smoke and heated breaths.

You two decided to ditch the rest of your classes after lunch in favor of being all over one another once again. Smoking and talking about everything and nothing, only interrupted by wandering hands and stolen kisses. One thing led to another and after two rounds of mind blowing sex with the love of your life, who knows you and your body better than anyone else, you're dressed in nothing but one of Geto's old, washed out band shirts with panties underneath.

He's sitting beside you, shirtless and still slightly out of breath, looking as beautiful as ever and you can't help but stare up at him with that small love struck smile that always seems to make its way onto your face when he is around and that all your friends like to tease you about.

His already long hair has gotten even longer over the past few weeks since he couldn't be bothered to get it trimmed and a few unruly strands that have fallen out of the casual half up he usually wears are now framing his face angelically. His head leans back against the wall, eyes closed in contempt as he blows out smoke from the cigarette he lit just moments ago after you got off his lap and collapsed into the sheets. His other hand is tangled in your hair, caressing the top of your head lovingly like it's muscle memory instead of a conscious decision.

“It's Satoru's birthday next week…” You say, rolling onto your side to rest your head on his thigh and one arm lazily draped over his lap. “Any idea what we could give? He'll be pouty if we show up without something that at least shows we tried to put in effort.”

You chuckle at the memory of Shoko getting blatantly ignored for 9 consecutive days after she showed up without anything for Gojo's birthday last year. Although she couldn't have cared less, it was Gojo himself who started speaking to her again with a lecture about friendship and a big list of what she might wanna give him as a late surprise.

“Hm. Don't really care. We could call a hooker or something. He always thrives on the attention of women.” Geto looks down and throws you a teasing smirk, taking another drag from the cigarette between his lips. “Or just introduce a few of your friends to him. You know the two cute ones he likes. What are their names again? Hibiki and Izu-something…”

You lift your upper body up off his lap and gasp in mock offense with theatrical mastery that would rival at least half the students from drama club. “Are you trying to compare my friends with random hookers, Geto Suguru?! And it's Izumi aaannd she's not even that much of a slut…just a tiny bit easy when the urges strike and alcohol loosens the restraint.”

Geto snuffs out the cigarette in the ashtray on his bedside table before tackling you down into the sheets, one hand braced beside your head and the other splaying over your waist. “Sounds like someone else I know.”

You squeal when he presses you back into the tangled sheets, his teeth nipping at your jaw as he hovers over you. For a moment everything goes still and even breathing feels too intimate with the way he stares down at you, always studying your face like it might be the last time and he has to memorize every detail.

“The difference is that my carnal desires are only ignited by a certain someone, you know…” You breathe the words into the small space that's left between your faces. “Think he's a pretty amazing guy… Definitely never leaves me and my urges unsatisfied…”

You smile up at him, arms sneaking around his neck to pull him just a tad bit closer and make your lips almost brush against each other. It's not like you two ever needed words to communicate and that much gets clear when Geto immediately closes the remaining distance and locks his lips with yours.

The kiss is tender but passionate and tastes of nicotine and something so uniquely him, that it has your mind spinning already. Geto's hands start to wander while his tongue licks over your bottom lip to ask entrance and of course, you give in easily. One of his big hands slides underneath your thigh to hook your leg around his hips before gripping at the flesh of your ass to make you groan into the kiss.

You two are grinding against each other, the make out session igniting a fire in your lower stomach that you already thought satisfied. But the nice moment is suddenly shattered before it could bloom into anything more when the door to Geto's room bursts open and his best friend Gojo Satoru enters like it was his birthright.

“Daddy’s home! You won't believe me, but I had the worst day possible when-” Gojo's cheerful voice booms with entitled complaint before he goes dead quiet—those cerulean eyes of his lighting up with mischief as he slides those annoying glasses that he always wears down his nose and looks at the two of you with the biggest teasing grin you've seen from him in months.

Geto lets out a low growl at first, clearly annoyed that a certain someone just barged in. He lifts his head & shoots Gojo an unimpressed glare. "Have you ever heard of knocking and waiting for permission to enter, shithead?”

You writhe underneath Geto, whining at the lack of attention and the obvious interruption. So he decides to ignore Gojo completely, his focus entirely on you as soon as the soft sounds from your lips send a thrill through him.

Geto just adjusts his position above you slightly, shielding most of your body from Gojo's view before he lifts your shirt up—bunching it over your tits like you two don't currently have an audience—to lower his mouth to the perky nipples that drove him already crazy when he noticed them minutes ago through the fabric of his shirt on you.

Fuck Gojo. He had witnessed and interrupted far worse between the two of you in the past. (You three swore to every sacred god in this world to never talk about the picnic incident in spring again.)

Geto trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck before his tongue swirls around his end goal and his teeth playfully graze the sensitive area to make you arch into him with a gasp. One hand is still kneading your ass possessively while his other cups the currently unattended breast to give equal love to his favorite pillows—his thumb brushing over the peaked bud with slow attention before switching sides.

A quiet, pleased groan rumbles in Geto's chest as you press into him from beneath, your hands instinctively tangling in his black hair and tugging lightly at the strands in what he rightfully interprets as a desperate need for more.

Gojo, meanwhile, just stands in the open space for a second, taking in the scene: Geto half-naked above you, your shirt rucked up and lips swollen from kissing. “You two are worse than rabbits.” He teases, leaning against the doorframe with that stupidly charming grin plastered across his face.

Geto lifts his head just slightly—enough to glare at his best friend underneath those loose strands of hair—and then deliberately licks a slow stripe from base to peak of your breast before sucking hard enough to make you whimper.

"Close. The door." He mutters against your skin. "And shut up. Don't ruin the mood."

The hand on your ass leaves to caress the side of your face and Geto tugs a strand of hair behind your ear as he comes up to place lingering kisses against your temple. “Don't worry. ‘m not gonna stop. Gonna make you feel so good…yeah? You want that, right?” He's almost groaning inside your ear when he checks in—always checking in on you and your comfort—but when all you do is give him little nods of confirmation, he dives in again.

Without missing a beat he resumes kissing down your stomach. Lower and lower, until those broad shoulders push between your thighs.

Gojo closes the door with a soft click and rolls out the chair from Geto's desk to sit down right in front of the bed. For a moment, the quiet creak of Gojo dragging the chair to sit front-row is the only noise being heard as the room falls into quiet tension. He sits down—kicking his feet up on the edge of Geto's bed like he owns the space and this was an absolutely normal day occurrence and not him being the odd third wheel during intimacy with your boyfriend.

Geto exhales, low and satisfied like a predator reclaiming his space, his gaze not leaving his best friend as if daring him to say something stupid as his deep purple eyes meet Gojo's smug blue stare. "One word," Geto threatens, "and I throw you out.”

"Suguru~"

Your desperate moan—his name drawn out like a prayer—sents fire straight through him and to his dick. That single sound alone makes his fingers curl tighter at your hips, and without hesitation, he presses his open mouth right over your soaked panties, tongue swirling slow and filthy circles around your clit through the thin fabric.

A wet spot blooms instantly under his lips as he sucks gently on you, just enough to make you squirm and whimper louder, but not nearly enough to give relief yet before he deliberately licks a long stripe along your covered slit again, stopping on that same spot where you’re most sensitive.

A gasp leaves your lips that quickly cracks into a loud moan from your throat and tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you squeeze them shut. The sensation is overwhelming, even through the thin fabric—the sensitivity from before not entirely gone yet—and it has you squirming in the firm hold he keeps on your waist.

Above you two, Gojo leans back with an obnoxious stretch, his arms behind his head as he watches with shameless amusement. That stupidly perfect face alight with mischief and something dangerously close to arousal as he studies how Geto worships every inch of you without shame or hesitation.

Your hips twitch up again like you couldn't help yourself, begging greedily for more friction and Geto obliged happily with slow precision. He exhales a slow, warm breath through his nose right over your covered heat—the damp fabric clinging to your pussy and outlining your sopping cunt perfectly. He presses another open kiss there, this time with more pressure, a teasing suck, before dragging his tongue in one long stripe from clit to waistband.

His hands slide down your waist, to your hips where he squeezes in reassurance before dragging his flat palms with little pressure over your abdomen, calloused fingers teasing just under the edge of those flimsy, soaked through panties.

Instead of pulling them down immediately, Geto did what he does best and teases you by stretching the waistband against your sensitive skin and pulling them up a bit to have you gasping and choking on a few mewls above while he continues licking that little bundle of nerves with maddening patience.

Then, without warning he hooks two fingers into the elastic and slowly begins dragging them down over your thighs in one smooth motion. The fabric clings to you from how wet it is and a quiet slick sound fills the room as they peel away from the sticky skin between your thighs.

Cool air hits your bare skin for just half a second before Geto dives back in. This time? No barrier. And a single glance downward confirms what he already knows: You are soaked. Glistening in the lighting filtering through the window of his room and you are entirely his.

He seals his mouth over you completely—a soft moan escaping him this time as he tastes you properly: sweet, salty perfection that floods his every sense and makes his cock throb in his boxer.

Your thighs tremble on either side of him and they instinctively try to clam shut around his head, but Geto holds them down with one strong hand on your hipbone while he's using his other to pin your thighs more open.

A choked cry bursts from your lips and one hand instinctively flies to cover your mouth to stifle it—it doesn't work at all when your fingers are busy gripping at the sheets the next second. You always jolt at the first contact of his skilled tongue, back arching violently off the bed as a high-pitched moan tore out: "Ah! S-Suguru!!"

Geto has always been methodical, even when wrecking someone with pleasure in his bed, but today, he devoured you. Flat drags of his tongue followed by featherlight flicks over your clit. Your wetness clings to his tongue and his nose is brushing against sensitive nerves with each hungry lick upward through your swollen folds before he's focusing right where it counts—the tip of that torturously perfect tongue flicking once…twice…right on target.

“Aw~ she’s so wrecked already~.” Gojo coos mockingly at your teary eyes, but his voice is raspier than usual and his pupils dilated as he stares down at your scrunched up face, betraying his fascination and arousal at this whole situation. “C’mon, Suguru! Stop being such a tease! Give her what she wants!”

A vein nearly pops in Geto's temple. He growls under his breath—low and dangerous—but then you whimper again beneath him and all irritation melts into pure devotion for you.

If Gojo is here? Fine. Let him watch. Call it an early birthday gift. And that motherfvcker better be grateful for it.

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Thinking about Alpha males with post rut depression because the feral need and desire to reproduce and claim their little omega with a litter has still been unfulfilled.

And why does it fit every male character to ever exist in the jjk universe?!

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cw: suggestive // stepcest

Stepbrother!Shidou Who laughs straight into your face, loud and mocking, when his father introduces you and your mom to him. You can't be serious Dad! You're kidding, right? Didn't find something better than this? It's meant to insult you, to show his disapproval about anyone who isn't his deadbeat mom that left 10 years ago and that he still deeply resents. His dad and him are doing just fine on their own. He doesn't need a new mother or a stupid sister.

Stepbrother!Shidou Who takes every chance to make you feel unwelcome. He uses your cosmetics to tick you off. Holds random stuff you want to use up and out of your reach just to make you jump pathetically. He takes your favorite sweater to clean the dirty ass studs on his football boots. He occupies your bathroom in the mornings, taking twice as long as every girl you ever met, just to 'forget' flushing. All of that accompanied by his cocky grins and smirks and taunting laughs when he's mimicking something you said or did.

Stepbrother!Shidou Who claims to hate your annoying ass every time he's asked, but somehow always circles inside your orbit. It's like you can't get a single second of peace with him by your side. He's throwing himself beside you on the sofa, stealing the remote to watch football and when you complain to your mom, she just tells you to be nice. He's sitting next to you in every class, always interrupting your focus at the worst possible time with stupid comments nobody cares about and when you complain to the teacher, he just sends you two to detention with a look of disappointment. Not even his father seems to be on your side when all he does is shake his head and tells you two to get along whenever you're ranting out your anger.

Stepbrother!Shidou Who's an ass, but hates when other people look down on you. Two guys ridiculing you during PE? Both of them end up with a full force volley straight to their faces. A group of girls giggling about you sitting alone at lunch? He drops his tray of miso soup right on top of their little leader before sliding into the seat next to you, arm thrown over your shoulder and stealing your last meatball. "Hey sis, this seat taken?" He's the only one allowed to exploit your insecurities.

Stepbrother!Shidou Who unceremoniously bursts through every closed door you are behind without knocking. You take an everything shower and are already stressed out because shaving takes longer than expected and you have to wash out your hair mask? He's suddenly there, ignoring your high pitched yelp and shouts to leave while taking a piss. He doesn't understand what you're fussing over so dramatically. You're family now and it's not like he's never seen a naked little lady before... Although he appreciates the view of you all dripping wet and naked more than he probably should.

Stepbrother!Shidou Who does the same thing again at the worst possible time when you try to wind down from a stressful week inside your room. The lights are dimmed, some random playlist on speakers to make yourself seem busy from the outside as you are laying with your panties halfway down your legs and your shirt bunched over your tits. You try to get in the mood despite him yelling something about a missed opportunity to score in his room—blending out everything when pleasure rises. And then he's there, in your doorway, cheshire grin on his lips and slender eyes glimming in amusement.

Stepbrother!Shidou Who steps in without being asked even when you scramble under the blanket and throw your pillow at him. He's laughing about how stupid you look all shaky breaths and desperate touching and that he can give you plenty of tips to help you get off instead of whatever clumsy attempts you were having. He leaves with a casual shoulder shrug after you threaten to shout for help, but has to subtly adjust the fit of his sweatpants after closing the door behind himself.

Stepbrother!Shidou Who stumbles through the front door in the middle of the night, coming back from a party completely drunk. The noise has you check in on him while he's trying to get the microwave to heat up leftover pizza from the fridge. When you take over with a tired sigh, his arms circle your waist and you can smell his breath—alcoholic sweetness mixed with smoke—as soon as he tilts his head to smile at you. For once it's not condescending, but affectionate in a way that has your cheeks warming and the feeling stirring in your gut is almost enough to creep you out.

Stepbrother!Shidou Who's now sharing pizza with you inside his room while trying to sober up. It's awkward, sitting beside each other and eating pizza while you have nothing to talk about... So instead of listening to you clearing your throat every few minutes or fearing you start talking about boring shit like the weather and stuff, he occupies your mouth by sticking his tongue between your teeth.

Stepbrother!Shidou Whose head clears up instantly when you reciprocate the kiss and he realizes you two are caught up in a messy make out session—you on his lap, shirts torn off to feel more than just the heat of the moment and whimpering into each other's mouth. Your fingers are tangled in his hair while his hands grip the flesh off your ass to keep you close and flush against his chest. Fuck! Aren't you supposed to be an annoying brat?

Stepbrother!Shidou Who calls you disgusting for making out with your stepbrother and you just tell him to shut up if he wants to shove his cock somewhere else then the cheap cocksleeve he hides inside his desk drawer tonight. He laughs loudly at your comeback, louder than intended, and he only shuts up with a groan when you palm him through his pants, resuming to kiss you fiercely before you change your mind.

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Gojo's the type of man who helps you take off your shoes after a long stressful day at work. He picks you up. Carries you to the sofa bridal style. And massage your ankle, up your calf to help you relax. It's delivery food and trashy movies until you fall asleep. Sitting in his lap and curled up into his chest. He gives you a sweet little kiss to the crown of your head while tucking you into bed.

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cw: smut // stepcest

Stepbrother!Barou Who is the world's best big brother imaginable. He's the man, the older one, the protector of his little sister—biological or not—and he sure as hell takes this new role seriously, like everything else he does. He has to take care of you and simultaneously guide you to a bright future, be a good example and most importantly put some ground rules into your head.

Stepbrother!Barou Who always complains about your lack of tidiness. He grumbles about cleaning up after yourself while putting away your skincare products from the bathroom sink and chides you for not keeping organized whenever he comes into your room to pick up your laundry. He ends up dusting off your shelves himself before he strolls in with the vacuum cleaner.

Stepbrother!Barou Who is always there when you need someone or something. A shoulder to cry on? He's letting you cling to him and wet his shirt with your tears. Someone to take you to the mall? He's driving you personally and carries all the bags until you're done without complaining. No pocket money left for the strawberry matcha that calls your name? He's paying like it's second nature and even buys you the little cupcake he knows you've been secretly drooling over as well.

Stepbrother!Barou Who makes sure everyone who looks at you is met with his icy stare—eyes narrowed in suspicion, brows furrowed in annoyance and he's growling like a damn dog. If it's a boy and he dares to show too much interest in you, even if it's just for a school project, so help him God. The poor guy is damn sure to get slammed into the lockers after school and meet a panting Barou, jaw set so hard his teeth nearly crack and fists clenched in barely restraint fury while he spits deadly threats that he does indeed plan to act upon.

Stepbrother!Barou Who's cooking up a healthy dinner of protein and veggies as he watches you from the kitchen and how casually you lounge in the armchair while watching TV. Those little chuckles of yours make his features soften every time and he's not completely unaware of how little fabric you started wearing around the house ever since the summer heat came around.

Stepbrother!Barou Who folds your laundry, because it would be a tragedy if you'd have to lift a single one of your perfectly manicured fingers (sponsored by him) and also because he's seen how lazily you throw the clothes into your wardrobe... that's a no-no for him. He can't stop himself from peeking a little longer at your underwear in his hands, feeling the delicate fabric between his callouses and imagining you in every single piece of clothing that he's currently folding so neatly—the cute and innocent ones just as much as the naughtier stuff.

Stepbrother!Barou Who lets you model for him during your recent shopping trips and pretends it's just to give his, in your opinion, completely unreasonable opinion. Lately he even started to do outfit checks before you leave the house to go basically anywhere. He twirls you around with his big hands on your waist or hips, checks underneath your skirt and tells you to change if he doesn't like how short and easy access some pieces are.

Stepbrother!Barou Whose own wardrobe is now half full of your clothes, especially your lingerie—it's every piece he confiscated because he deemed it inappropriate and nobody will ever get to see his sweet little stepsister in something so slutty. The red lace lingerie is just as much for him as the short summer dresses and cheeky jeans shorts, and nobody—NOBODY—is ever going to see you in those again as long as he's around.

Stepbrother!Barou Who overheard you complain about the lack of care and attention ever since he took control of your life. He almost faints. Like what do you mean lack of care and attention?! He's doing everything for you already and you know exactly that you could ask for more and he'd still comply immediately... When it finally dawns on him what special needs you're talking about, he already decided that you will not give yourself over to some useless scum that couldn't satisfy you even if he'd be able to last more than two minutes before cumming like a middle schooler.

Stepbrother!Barou Who makes sure everything is set perfectly. Your diet and exercise is meticulously planned out the days before so your body could take what he plans on doing to you and he makes sure you drink lots of water throughout the day to help you stay hydrated. He prepares a bath for you and while he listens to you humming some songs from the bathroom, he sets the mood with scented candles and a bouquet of flowers. You always love his surprises, right? So you're sure to love this one too!

Stepbrother!Barou Who is spoiling you rotten in more ways than one when he ends up feeding you his mushroom tip. He's been unintentionally teasing you for the longest time, taking foreplay way too seriously before finally gave in to your pleading. Just the tip though. That has to be enough. He refuses to go all the way. Not because you are his stepsister, but because you're just a little baby in his eyes and you should wait a few more years (maybe until you're 50...) before letting some brute deflower your innocence.

Stepbrother!Barou Who sits back on his heels between your legs, shaky hands gripping the back of your knees to keep you spread and still. He's breathing heavily at the tight grip of your cunt around his tip and watches the way you stretch around it obscenely. You squirm and try to wriggle further down his cock, tears are running down your rosy cheeks as you whine for more... Not even a stickler like him has enough willpower to not just plow into you and give you everything you want—just like he always does.

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This work is entirely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, places, organizations, or events is purely coincidental. No factual representations are intended.

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AND ALSO THE UNREQUITED LOVE FIC FOR SHIDOU OHHHH IT WILL BE SO GOOD!!! Even better if you write reader being the complete opposite of his loud and enthusiastic ass so he gets intimidated and doesn't speak up about his feelings, maybe he thinks she hates him because she is so distant and guarded. Ahhh can't wait to read that, I'll be waiting 😫

Currently thriving in a new wave of jjk obsession, but I get to it as soon as possible 🙏🏻

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A cute little make out session in the messy sheets of Denji's bed is quickly escalating when your inexperienced boyfriend doesn't know how to handle himself when you finally wanna take the next step...

cw: virgin!Denji × experienced!Reader, messy make out, (multiple) premature ejaculation, groping

If you'd ask most people, they would describe Denji as repulsive, dense and maybe a little too desperate. With how he grew up, he's so unaware and naive around every topic life has to offer that it's almost endearing. That statement becomes especially true whenever it comes to the opposite sex.

Girls never interacted much with him and after receiving a bunch of panicked screams for help and a handful of police calls whenever he tried to approach one, Denji has learned to solely rely on his absolute filthy imagination when it comes to women.

That is until you stepped into his life. He really wanted to touch and grope at Power’s big tits and he couldn't help the twitch of his cock and the whimper spilling past his lips every time Makima gave him that stern look, but you…with you it was different. The first thing he noticed about you were the soft features of your face and how hard it was to not stare into your beautiful eyes. He found himself wanting to tug the strands of hair behind your ears, hold your hand in his and whenever he thought of you, it was your bright laughter ringing in his head instead of the curves of your body.

He doesn't know how he did it or what a girl like you sees in someone like him, but Denji can proudly say that you're his first ever girlfriend. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you, always trying his best to figure out how things are supposed to work in normal relationships and going onto Aki’s very last nerve with the barrage of questions he has every day, only to still fuck something up in the end.

Despite, Denji really tries hard to be affectionate with you, to stop being such a pervert and give you all the attention you need—which means he obeys and listens blindly to everything you have to say. But it's not like you don't find it cute.

An inexperienced boy like him sweats buckets just by kissing your lips and he's sure he wouldn't survive anything more than that. Just the mental image of seeing you like the pin-up models from those magazines he hides underneath his bed or the thought of touching what lies beneath your clothes is enough to make his cheeks comically crimson and his heart feel like it's going to explode.

But here he is; in his dirty ass room, on his messy sheets and panting like a dog. What started out with an innocent movie marathon while the apartment emptied out—something about Power being a nuisance downtown and Aki having to go over to pick up the pieces—quickly escalated into some sweet little kisses and ended up with you on top of him, straddling his waist as you press him into the mattress with your weight.

A full blown make out session, Denji's first, and he has no idea how he ended up here or what to do next. His lips hang agape as he stares up at you with wide eyes, flushed and sweaty as your hands start to explore his body over the thin shirt he's wearing and his hands grip and flex into the sheets when he doesn't know where else to put them.

It's kinda disgusting, really. Sloppy kisses with too much tongue and saliva—teeth constantly clashing, both your chins glistening in a mix of spit and faces red from the lack of oxygen. Denji came into his pants twice already. He wanted you badly, but he was afraid of doing something wrong, panicking about you laughing at him before running away as soon as you see what a pathetic loser he really is and why girls usually keep their distance.

"Wait..." Denji whispers against your eager lips, his voice trembling as he reluctantly pulls back. But your lips only leave Denji's in favor of sucking marks and bruises along his neckline and he shivers when your hands move under his shirt, feeling completely flustered now as a whimper escapes his trembling, kiss bitten lips.

Your hands are still making their way up over his lean abs, resting against his skin just underneath his ribcage when you make contact with the chainsaw cord. “Want you…today…no more waiting, okay?” You breathe between kisses along his jawline, placing a last little peck against his spit slicked lips before pulling back completely to look down at him.

He looks so cute that you can't help but smile as Denji keeps shaking underneath you with sheer want and desperation, a flush to his cheeks and glossy eyes. He sounds so beautiful as well, all breathless and high pitched whines. You will never make him understand how much you actually love him. His clumsy attempts to handle daily life, the charming smiles over the smallest things, how strong he is during fights and how he looks out for others without even realizing… He will never get the deeply rooted feelings you hold towards him and how you adore him exactly like he is—boyish charm mixed with a peanut sized brain that only belongs to you.

You remove your hands from underneath his shirt to slowly pry his fingers out of the sheets, guiding them to your hips. The reaction is instant; a sharp inhale from Denji before his hips buck up into the air and his fingers dig into your flesh with more pressure than he wanted to.

“Want you to touch me, Denji.” Your eyes meet his with vulnerability, one hand steadying yourself on his waist and with the other you carefully trace over the scars on his torso—old, ugly marks from fights he picked when he was desperate for money.

He swallows hard as your hand keeps sliding up, up, up until your fingers brush the soft underside of his pecs and Denji nearly chokes. His knuckles whitening as he fights not to squirm under your touch and a whimper slips out before he can stop it. A high, broken little sound and he squeezes his eyes shut like that’ll hide how wrecked he already is.

Again his hips jerk up instinctively at the feeling of your small hands finding his nipples, and oh god… there's no hiding the wet stain spreading in his sweatpants anymore. Denji's brain short-circuits. He wants to cry and he wants to beg you not to change your mind once you see how bad he’ll be at this.

“I-I…” He has to swallow hard, throat bobbing nervously. “Y-You want me? Y-you really mean it? N-not just messin’ around?” His voice cracks on the last word. He can’t believe this is happening—can’t believe you’re still here with him, someone who stammers like an idiot, sweats too much and cums in his pants like a middle schooler. “B-But I don’t know how! W-What if I hurt you?! Or, or worse, I just pass out or somethin’! What if my stupid dick doesn't even work right?!” Denji chokes out, voice breaking like a kid about to cry. Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes—not from sadness, but from sheer overwhelm: love so deep it scares him, a desire so hot it burns and the fear that one wrong move will ruin everything between you forever.

Your thumb brushes over his nipples again and a raw, embarrassingly high-pitched moan rips through his chest once again and his head falls back against the pillows. You can feel his dick twitching for release underneath you where it is pressed right into your core and you have to chuckle at his stupid insecurities showing again.

"Your dick works just fine, Denji. Maybe a little too well, don't you think?" You ask with that smile still playing around your lips, teasingly lifting an eyebrow as you stare at the wet patch of cum oozing from his sweatpants. "And you won't hurt me... We'll take this slow. I don't expect or want you to do perfect with this... I want you. Just you. Denji, the idiot who talks about motorboating my boobs every chance he gets but never follows through and who whimpers so prettily when I place kisses all over his sensitive spots..."

Just to tease him even further, you lean down to breathe the hint of a kiss against his neck just beneath his earlobe. “P-please don’t laugh… I’ll try my best! I swear I will!” Denji whisper shouts desperately, eyes still squeezed shut as the first tears slip down over his cheeks. He nods his head frantically. “I-I wanna be good for ya… please tell me what t’do…”

He feels pathetic for not knowing what to do—after everything he’s seen in porn, he thought he would at least be able to satisfy you without making a complete fool of himself. But this isn't just sex anymore, it never would have been just sex with you, this feels more real than he ever could have imagined. It feels like giving himself completely to someone who actually loves him back after years of loneliness, being ridiculed and taken advantage of.

To finally take things further, your fingers are retreating from under his shirt to take off your own and Denji's breath comes in ragged, wet gasps as his eyes lock onto your chest. It wasn't sexy lingerie or anything fancy. It wasn't lace or silk with straps meant for seduction. It was simple cotton with little pearl buttons down the front. Innocent-looking, yet somehow more intimate than anything else ever worn by any girl in these magazines or movies he secretly peeked at online when you weren't around.

Denji feels dizzy. His mouth goes dry and he doesn’t even think—just acts—palms sliding up your bare sides with desperate reverence before clumsily groping at the soft cotton of your bra as he stares without blinking, completely mesmerized. His fingers twitch where they hover over the fabric, trembling like he’s touching something sacred. And maybe it is. To him at least, this is holy ground. You’re holy. Especially your fucking perfect tits that fit perfectly in his palms like they were made for him.

He squeezes gently at first, then bolder when no scolding comes from you. Thumbs brushing over the sensitive mounts through fabric until one accidentally grazes a stiff nipple and another whimper escapes him when you arch into his touch.

“F-Fuck…” He croaks into his throat, voice cracking when another wave of arousal hits hard enough that precum leaks more visibly now. "Y-You're...so pretty..." He chokes out on a broken whisper, pupils blown wide as saucers despite how red-faced and teary-eyed he still is.

His fingers fumble over the clasp. What is this thing?! Why won’t it open?! Panic flares in his eyes when he realizes how dumb he must look trying to unhook something so simple. “C-Can I…” His throat locks tight around words stuck somewhere between fear and hope as he stares up at you still seated over his middle. “C-can I take it off?”

"Hmm..." You murmur absent-mindedly, too busy looking down at him lying beneath you.

His hands are shaking when he finally undoes your bra and all he can think about is how badly he wants to touch you. How he wants to bury his face between your tits, lick and suck until you’re gasping like the girls do in porn, he wants to feel your skin under his palms—every inch—and wants to learn how to make you feel good. So good. Because that's what you deserve. But Denji is terrified of disappointing you. He feels unworthy of the sight in front of him.

You help him slide the cotton down your body when you notice him lock up and just stare, not even breathing at the first peek of skin he's never got to witness before, and when the second strap falls down your arm, you carefully leave the fabric to fall down somewhere on the ground beside the bed. You are completely exposed, but with Denji you don't feel vulnerable in this position at all.

Denji meanwhile feels like he just got knocked right in the head—no, right down to his very soul. This is like seeing a god for the first time, like walking right into the gates of heaven when you’ve spent your entire life in hell. Is this what absolution feels like? He can't believe all of this perfection is real. You're... you're…

"Oh God, you're beautiful." He manages in a shaky whisper and his tongue instinctively darts out to wet his dry lips, gaze fixed on how much softer your skin looks there and how the fat jiggles slightly when you chuckle at his compliment. "Can I… can I touch you?”

He almost chokes on his own spit when you guide his palm over your skin, bare this time around with no fabric separating the sensation. His fingers flex instinctively, gentle at first before squeezing just a little tighter in awe. He’s fantasized about this exact moment a thousand times (okay, maybe ten thousand) but nothing, nothing, could have prepared him for how overwhelming it actually is. They’re so…soft. Like clouds, like warm dough fresh from the oven, and he can’t stop staring, can’t stop his thumb from rubbing slow circles around the peak just to watch it stiffen further under his touch.

Denji is pretty used to losing control. There are lots of things he loses control over. His temper. His hormones. His stupid mouth that just says whatever he thinks without any filter. Hell, he can’t even control his own heart when it comes to you, and his body? Is clearly not an exception. It’s too much. Way too much. The warmth of your skin, the way you arch just slightly into his touch, the faint scent of your perfume mixed with sweat and that barely audible gasp falling from your kiss swollen lips—it overwhelms him completely.

His mouth falls open in a silent scream before a pathetic, high-pitched and choked-off whimper finally escapes him. "Ngh—!!!" His vision whites out completely as heat surges through him, burning white and hot from his stomach down to his thighs, before—Oh. Oh no.

One hand stays to hold himself steady against your breast, the other falls down to grip your hips, fingers digging in desperately and nails biting skin while his back arches off the bed. “Oh, f-fuck—!” His hips stutter upward violently, pressing into you with helpless desperation as his cock throbs and spills right then and there—another hot, sticky load soaking through his sweatpants before he even got to do anything for you.

His sweatpants are absolutely ruined, soaked through with wet heat and his entire body trembles like a leaf in a storm when he's melting back onto the mattress with a weak, shuddering exhale. His chest heaves like he just ran a marathon, mouth hanging open in a silent gasp as his hips jerk through the aftershocks, his cock pulsing pathetically against his thigh. He looks destroyed. His lips are swollen, neck littered with marks, eyes glazed and wet—staring up at you wide and devastated.

Denji's cheeks burn hot and he buries his face with his elbow, desperate to hide his embarrassment. He hiccups wetly, tears welling up despite himself. His cock twitches weakly in his ruined pants, still half-hard from how painfully turned on he is, even after cumming like some fucking middle schooler who couldn’t last two seconds and he tries to keep his legs together instinctively as if that’ll hide the sticky mess.

“I-I didn’t—!” His voice cracks pathetically. "I-I'm... sorry… m’so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to! It—it just happened. I—” He whimpers softly, voice muffled by his own skin and gasping for air like he’s drowning.

It’s embarrassing. It’s pathetic. He actually came just from touching you. No thrusting, no grinding, just—just skin under his palms. He wants to curl up and die.

“P-Please don’t hate me…” He whispers, voice small and shaky. “I-I’ll do better next time… I promise! I-I'll clean it up and, and—” He sounds so hopeful it’s pitiful. It really is, with his throat tight as he sniffles pathetically, half-expecting laughter or rejection. But when he peeks at you from under his elbow, all he sees is the soft look you are giving him right now, your own cheeks dusted pink and that little glint in your eyes.

His hands fly up to wipe frantically at his teary face with trembling fingers. “C-Can we pretend that didn’t happen…?” He whimpers—cheeks puffed out in a pout—before burying his face against your chest with a miserable groan. “Y’feel so good… s’not fair…” His voice is muffled against your skin, breath hot and wet against your chest as his lips brush over the soft flesh and he nuzzles into you like a puppy seeking comfort.

"Y-You didn't even—! I-I didn't even got to do anything yet!" He wailed miserably. “…Y-You’re just too pretty.” His arms wrap around your waist anyway, clinging like you might vanish if he lets go and when you gently cradle his face—bring it out of the warm space between your tits to make him look up at you—Denji can feel his cock stir to live again, twitching against your thigh. That look that you're giving him…you really deserve the world.

“…C-Can I… t-touch them again?” He asks meekly. “J-Just gimme a sec and I—I’ll make sure this time…you feel good too, yeah? I'll last. I know I'll do…”

He won't. He absolutely will not do any better next time and he will certainly won't last longer. Denji is, and forever will be, a drooling, overeager mess when it comes to you. And honestly? You wouldn't have him any other way.

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This work is entirely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, places, organizations, or events is purely coincidental. No factual representations are intended.

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I'm sorry for the person I'll become when the new Tokyo Revengers season drops this year...

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cw: smut // hookup culture

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who is pissed, eyebrows furrowed and aggressive snarl at every interviewer shoving mics in his face. Why does everyone expect attractive pro hero males to disrespect women by using them for their own pleasure and just throw them out on the streets like a piece of junk the next day?! He. Is not. A stupid, fucking fuckboy!!!

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who is, despite his anger towards these kinds of accusations, spotted with a different female every few days to spark new rumors. Coffee shops where he shares pastries while looking disgusted as hell. Dinner reservations where he pays for the whole fucking menu like it's nothing and looks annoyed while doing so. He hires his first female side kick and actually poses with her for a magazine, thumbs up and still scowling—his PR manager almost cried tears of joy. An abroad mission where a female hero actually pulls what some may call a smile from him and the picture shakes the internet for weeks.

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who saves you from a burning building after taking down a villain and reprimands you the whole time for trying to save important files instead of evacuating. His voice is low and raspy, grumpy shouting right into your ear. It's everything you ever dreamed about to be honest, so how does anyone expect you not to be dripping arousal down your thighs when he places you back on your own feed unceremoniously.

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who doesn't even have to be asked before he gives out his hotel information to you. Just the name of the place and a time as he's strutting away and shoves past reporters without looking back.

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who opens the door to his room in just a bathrobe after coming fresh out of the shower. He tilts his head for you to enter with a wordless grunt before making room for you to walk past him and into the lavish, luxury suit he calls his home for the next 24 hours while he stays in the city.

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who puts down a piece of paper and a pen like it's obvious. A contract, a nondisclosure agreement. Shortly after he has you professionally lay open your kinks and boundaries while telling you about what exactly he plans on doing to you in these rooms tonight. He isn't even past half of it before you fear cumming untouched, so you scribble your signature onto the paper and look at him wide eyed and expectantly.

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who takes you on every piece of furniture, in every position imaginable, puts you through the mattress like no one else and still has the guts to ask for more—reminding you what you signed up for and that he's at least 5 more rounds away from being done with you. 5 rounds for him, meaning what? 10 more orgasms for you if he keeps up what he's been doing until the end?! You should have listened to him until the end, should have waited before signing. He might actually kill you. Cause of death: Pro hero Dynamight's fat cock lodged into your womb until your brain's fried.

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who goes through a whole box of condoms and is still hard as a rock. That's a first for him as well. You just feel so good around him, tight and slick and hot in just the way he likes it. The sound of your voice, moans and whimpers stimulate him in a way he's not used to. The soft touch of your nimble fingers makes him so much more aware of how much bigger and stronger he is than you, how careful he has to be if he doesn't wanna break you for real. His calloused hands just can't get enough of you when he slides his palms up your thighs and presses your knees into your chest for the next round—raw and filthy.

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who is the king of aftercare. He helps you wash up in the large bathtub, massaging shampoo into your scalp as you lean into his chest completely exhausted. He makes sure you're dressed warm and cozy in one of his shirts (he always lets the girls keep a token) before tugging you into bed. He feeds you a glass of water for hydration, kissing away the spilled droplets from the corner of your mouth and chin. And you're already off to a peaceful sleep while he continues to rub your aching muscles in soothing circles.

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who isn't warming the other side of the bed in the morning only because he's busy pouring a glass of freshly pressed orange juice from the hotel breakfast he ordered up to his room. He's noticing immediately when you're waking up—your breathing pattern changes as you stir in the sheets and a low noise of protest rumbles in your throat as you realize how sore you are and that you definitely didn't get enough sleep.

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who helps you up and pulls you in to place a sweet kiss to the crown of your head before placing the whole tray of a grand hotel breakfast arrangement in front of you. He keeps you company while you eat, gives you a message that feels like he should do these professionally and showers you with compliments about last night.

Fuckboy!Bakugo Who hates the meaning of one night stands and fuckboy culture everyone associates him with without proof. Because how dare they compare him to a lowlife runt like that when he cares so deeply about every woman he takes home and always prioritizes their comfort before his own pleasure. That's not what a fuckboy would do, right? He's not a fuckboy, right? If he is, he shouldn't have this aching feeling in his heart every time he closes the door on a girl he's never going to see again—just like he did when he closed the door on you today.

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Saw your csm post and...

DENJI CUMMING INTO HIS PANTS!?!?? 😵‍💫🥵 Like he's totally the type to be that desperate and pathetic 😭🤤🤭

SO HOOOOOT! 🤯

That is such a Denji thing to do and the image of inexperienced, needy little Denji fondling your tits while humping the air until he cums into his pants makes me wanna scribble down a little something 🤤🥵🤭

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My stupid ass finally finished this little thing 🧡

Can't believe it took me almost three months 😭 having so many favs is such a killer for finishing stories...like if I don't do it all in one day, it takes me forever to pick up where I left off 😮‍💨