Moon

23 | she/they

[txtzen]

interview

katsuki hated interviews, he didn’t see the point of it and genuinely did not understand how they could 'boost up' his ratings.

today was no different, after blowing stuff up and beating the shit out of villains, his agent had to drag him to another interview, mentally preparing himself to answer stupid questions.

he sat patiently at the table, waiting for the crowd to run towards him with microphones and cameras, just like every other week. He suddenly jumped in his seat, feeling a hand creep up his leg. Thanking god it was just him in the room, he lifted the white cloth to reveal a familiar face, you.

yes you were a crazed fan, but you were obsessed, no security or police could tear you away from him, and he knew that.

for some reason, he never seem to mind. was it because he secretly knew you? because he was tired or just didn’t care anymore? it was more simple than that.

the public was clueless about his secret relationship with you. while you were painted by the media as this crazed dynamight fan, pushing others in line and yelling his name at events when it was clearly unnecessary, behind the doors was something different.

you guys blurred the line between relationship and fuck buddies. you often ended up at his apartment to fuck, but who wouldn’t? he had you in positions no one could ever thought about, fucked you again his kitchen sink while you whined about how it was too early. sucked him off while he took his phone out to record your spit covered face. but your favourite was when he forced your legs up before tying them to the headboard, never taking the restraints off until you came atleast three times.

and so, going back to today, you sat patiently under the table and listened as his footsteps got louder, before seeing his legs under the cloth, hearing him groan about his day.

that’s when you placed your hands on his legs, repositioning yourself towards his crotch, before feeling his hand grab your hair, gasping when he lifted the cloth.

"what the fuck do you think you’re doing?"

you slowly blinked, doe eyes and pouty lips making him curse under his breath.

"i know you hate interviews, so i wanted to make you feel better while you answer questions."

"ya' trying to distract me?" he chuckled.

"maybe that’s the point."

"you know were both fucked if we get exposed right?"

you placed your head on his thigh, while grabbing his clothed dick, dirty hero suit staining your hand.

"control yourself then." is all you say before you both hear the crowd coming in, cameras flashing and people shoving microphones in his face.

when he gets asked the first question of the evening, he hears the zipper of his pants being pulled down and your hand grabs his hardening cock.

"everything alright mr. dynamight?"

[mikaiswolfsbane]

The other women

synopsis: the jjk men take a liking to other people but you won't stand for it.

including: gojo, geto, nanami and sukuna

©mikaiswolfsbane 2026

[yenayaps]

sneak peek: king!sukuna x witch!reader (oneshot)

[ content: crack, accidental aphrodısiacs, one of his concubines gets exposed for doing witchcraft, instead of punishing her, he puts her up in a tower and has her create a bunch of different potions and elixirs that’ll make him stronger ]

“You can’t just barge into a woman’s space like that!” The words come out with a startled whine. “I could’ve been changing.”

“And if you were, I wouldn’t have seen anything new,” he blandly mutters, eyes briefly landing on your tits as he takes a seat at your tea table. “It’s been a week already. What have you come up with?”

You’re clearly in the middle of eating, but he killed your appetite after managing to scare you first thing in the morning. Your spoon clatters against the bowl, huffing out an annoyed breath as you push yourself up to stand. Sukuna just watches, not bothered by the small fit you throw—it’s not a refusal if you’re still getting up and following orders.

From the shelf, you bring him a small glass bottle containing a reddish-pink fluid.

“I’m not sure if you’d consider this one to be an enhancer, but I found a bunch of snake root in the cellar and made an elixir that temporarily grants infertility.”

“Did you, now?” There’s a slight tilt to his head as he takes the bottle from you, looking fairly impressed as he examines the shimmering liquid. “How temporary?”

“It’s pretty potent, ingesting a third of it should last you around two years. I do suggest—wait, w-what are y—You’re Majesty! Don’t!“ you cry out, eyes widening with panic as he chugs down the entire bottle.

“What?” He wipes his lips as he leans back in his seat, eyes narrowing in irritation over your mindless yelling. “Now it’ll be six years instead of two.”

“That was a concentrate! You weren’t supposed to finish in one sitting!”

“Well I just did.” He throws his hands up and shrugs. “Should I expect for my balls to wither away by morning now?”

You shoot him a glare at first, before giving an honest, “I don’t know!” And it wipes the smug look off his face completely. “At the very least, it’ll upset your stomach, so I suggest you cancel any meetings you have this week.”

. . .

By the grace of the Gods, the King's balls did not wither away that week, and somehow, didn’t experience stomach pain. He did experience one very rare and unpleasant side effect, though. It only lasted for a day, but he had to lock himself away for the entirety of it.

You almost didn’t get out of his chambers in time.

At first glance, you knew what was wrong. He was heaving, struggling to stay in one place, angry.

“You,” he began to seethe right then and there, “Never in my years have I been dragged through this kind of pain. I have been suffering since the crack of dawn—what the fuck did you do to me?”

You hesitate to even answer. It’s technically not your fault, but that is not something you’re going to try to explain at the moment.

“I am so sorry.” He doesn’t even take aphrodisiacs. His stamina was already abnormally high to begin with, they’re the last thing he should be taking. “There’s remedies that help with this. I have all the herbs needed, it-it shouldn’t take me very long—“

“I have been hard since the early morning! I don’t want a remedy that’ll just help. I want it gone,” he snaps, yet even as he continues to heave, he manages to laugh. “So unless you’re here to fuck me, you can keep your little remedies to yourself.”

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[cinna-creme]

a/n: kiri x hyperfeminine!gf - self indulgent sigh

⋆˙⟡ will sit in the bathroom and watch you do your makeup the whole time, zero complaints only absolute adoration

⋆˙⟡ lets you try out new product on him first bc then he gets to sit in front of you and stare at how pretty and perfect you are

⋆˙⟡ when going to ulta, sephora, etc will hold the basket and lend you his arm and face for swatches and everything - he’s just content to follow you around

⋆˙⟡ loves going to the mall with you and watching you try on clothes, he gives honest opinions (even tho he thinks you look perfect in everything) he likes to pick things out for you and watch you twirl around in them

⋆˙⟡ buys you anything and everything you could want, loves to spoil you because then you spoil him in return with kisses and compliments

⋆˙⟡ you make him feel manly with how delicate and soft you are

⋆˙⟡ doesn’t mind that you have pink sheets on the bed at home and loves all your ‘girly’ decor

⋆˙⟡ loves that you’re always dressed up, even when going to bed

⋆˙⟡ he adores your sheer nighties and tries to keep his hands to himself but it rarely works out and you never mind cus you love his big hands roaming all over you

“my pretty, pretty girl. so beautiful.” he murmurs softly as he peppers kisses all over you.

⋆˙⟡ he worships you for hours if you’d let him and only if you’re still in the mood will he sink his thick dick into you

⋆˙⟡ loves missionary with you, where you’re holding onto him so tightly, legs locked around his waist as you come undone beneath him

⋆˙⟡ but he also loves to toss your legs over his shoulders and breed you - dreams about getting you pregnant and seeing you round with his baby

⋆˙⟡ would rather eat you out than have you suck him off and loves to eat you out until you’re a shaking mess and whining so pretty for him

⋆˙⟡ when you’re acting like a brat he makes you ride him as punishment

“c’mon baby, keep going.” he coos. “sink all the way down.”

“kiri can’t.” your toes curl. “‘s too big.” you lower lip trembles.

he gives in and pulls you down against his chest and fucks up into you. he’s not slow with it either, he loves to hear the noises you make from this position.

⋆˙⟡ he’s so doting during aftercare, depending on how long you two went at it he’ll clean you up with his mouth and pull one more orgasm from you as you fall asleep otherwise he’ll carry you to the bathroom and clean you up with the softest touch

⋆˙⟡ whispers the sweetest things to you while you fall asleep and long after

[kamiflix]

▶︎︎︎︎︎︎ Someone Else? (starring . various jjk men)

synopsis . What happens when they find out you have a friend that’s a little too comfortable with you. pairings (separate) . Choso x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader. content . afab!reader, possessiveness, toxic men, rough sex, reader is oblivious to someone flirting with her, praise, overstim, degrading, non-curse au, dirty talk, filth, they’re all pretty mean & grumpy, slight edging, mention(s) of squirting, spitting, etc.

word count . 7.8k || author's note: this is a repost from kamitv, so if it looks familiar that's why (also the writing in this is like 2 years old). banner art from “hachisuka’s family kotoribako”

☆ Choso Kamo

“Mine, mine, mine, mine,” Is just about all Choso could grunt against your lips as he fucked you down into the mattress. “You understand that, no? All this belongs t'me, princess.”

Panting heavily, nails scraping at his back, pussy stuffed full of cum that was dripping out and down onto the bed so messily—Choso had you ruined all because he found out you had some guy friend who may have flirted with you today.

“Answer me, c'mon,” Choso groans. His lips are right against yours, cock buried inches deep into your cunt as your legs remained sprawled out for him.

“Y-Yes, Choso-, fuck!” You moan into the air, eyes watering at how rough your husband was being with you.

His head tipped to the side, “Who the hell did that guy think he was, huh? Flirting with you like you’re not my goddamn wife.”

“Choso, p-please—”

“Please what?” He growls, voice just as rough as his thrusts were with you, “Told’ you I didn’t like that guy months ago.”

Your jaw simply hangs open, eyes hardly on your lover above you, “M’sorry.”

Choso scoffs, “I know you are. You should be.” He huffs as his balls slap against your skin with each thrust.

Panting, you gasp out his name, “Choso…” You utter just as a big pout pulls at your lower lip, eyes doe-like as you gaze up at the man.

He cocks his head to the side and his eyes narrow at you, his dick twitching wildly inside you, “Don’t fuckin’ pouttt,” He coos, “Y’let that guy hug you like that today ‘nd you thought I was gonna be okay with that?”

You shake your head and a whine slips out, “N-No, but-“

“Shut up. I wasn’t done talkin’.” Choso cuts off meanly, rolling his eyes afterward, “Months I’ve been tellin’ you to distance yourself from him and yet here we are...” His body presses into yours and you whimper, feeling his hands grip your thighs tight enough to leave marks.

“Choso.” You call out, as if that’ll give you a second to escape him.

He holds back a whine that nearly escapes his throat due to how pretty you looked beneath him. Even upset with you, his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you by the mere sight of you whimpering below him.

“Fuck, I love you baby but damn,” He almost smiles at you, “I thought we talked about this?”

You take a deep breath, “W-We did, I just-“

Choso’s cock hits in deep, pelvis smacking against you constantly, “If you make another excuse for him m’gonna stop,” He tells you, hips slowing for only a second.

“N-No. Don’t stop, please.” You beg before moving your arms to wrap tighter around his neck and tug him closer.

“Mmmh,” He pouts to mock you but can’t deny the fact that the way you tugged him closer to you has his mind growing hazy for a second, “Don’t stop?” Choso asks.

He continues to slow down anyway, not yet coming to a halt but thrusts turning languid and listening to how your pussy messily slicks up his skin.

“Please, Cho, m-m’close.” You whisper, eyes silently begging him.

“Are you?” Choso questions, voice deeper than ever as he smirks, “Y’gonna cum f’me again? Wet up my cock so I can send that asshole a picture ‘nd show him whose dick you’re beggin’ for every night? Huh?”

Your back arches up off the bed a bit and your legs begin to cage around Choso’s waist, “Hahh, mmgh, t-that’s so… mean, Cho,” You whine in response, pouting again as your eyes water.

His pace had picked back up and you were being fucked into the mattress, a filthy mess of cum dripping down onto the bed below where the two of you were connected.

“Mean?” Choso echoes, the coldness of the wedding ring he’s got on his finger pressing further into your legs and making you shudder, “Baby… I can show you mean.”

You slide a hand up into his hair and pull his face closer to yours, attempting to kiss him, “Choso…”

He avoids your little gesture and teases you with a smile as he pulls up a little, “I could send him a video.”

“Please,” You frown at your husband’s sudden suggestion.

His dripping tip knocks against the hilt of your cunt, stuffing you full over and over before he finally let out a sigh, “Tch, fine. I won’t,” Choso hums, leaning closer to your face just like you originally wanted him to before whispering, “But don’t let me catch you around him again, okay?”

You nod and your eyes drop to his lips, “Okay.”

“Mh,” Choso hums against you as he finally gives you a slight kiss, feeling how you whine at the loss of the gentle contact when he pulls away, “Now tell me you love me, baby.”

You’re saying it faster than you could even process, “I love you, Cho.”

Oh his entire body reacts to that—hips drawing back, tip teasing your folds for a moment as he taunts you, “Yeah?”

“Mhmmm,” You hum eagerly.

His head tips to the side and he smirks, angling himself so that his cockhead bumps up against your clit, “How much?”

“Love you s’much,” You mumble, a slight whines leaving your throat after.

“Aww, do you? Y’love me so much?” Choso coos. His voice was as deep as ever but soft with you nonetheless before he moves his lips to your ear and shifts his cock back down to your twitching hole. Easing himself back in, “Or do you jus’ love gettin fucked like this?” Choso whispers.

The delicious stretch his cock created as it pushed back inside you had you gasping, “B-Both.”

“Both, huh?” Choso scoffs and his lips press against the shell of your ear, “Fuckin’ slut.”

Then he’s dragging his hips back and rutting them down into you with haste, listening to how each thrust makes you gasp and moan. You were so cute when you couldn’t handle him.

Your nails scratched at his scalp and his upper back, leaving bright red marks on his skin and making him hiss. Bulging cock sinking in and out of you so hard that all you could do was hold onto him and moan.

“H-Hhgnn…” You cry out—cunt tightening around him and earning a deep groan.

“Fuuuck, almost forgot you love that,” Choso huffs, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk, “Y’like it when I’m mean t’you, huh?”

“Ah, mgh, y-yeahhh,” Your voice comes in a sultry whimper and Choso groans again with how tight your pussy was clinging onto his cock, sucking him in deeper than he could handle.

His breath grows hot against your ear, “S’that why you let him hug you? You wanted to piss me off?” Thrusting harder and harder with his questions, your eyes begin to roll back.

“M-Maybe,” You manage to respond with a fucked-out smile taking over your expression.

“Maybe? Fuck, you’re so cute, baby.” Choso purrs, “If you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you and call you a slut, all you had to do was ask.”

And then he’s doing just as he’s described—plump cockhead abusing your sweet spot by hitting it over and over, “H-Hahh, ah, t-that’s-, fuck, embarrassing Cho.”

Choso chuckles, “Askin’ for me to do somethin’ I’ve done before during sex isn’t embarrassing, baby. Y’know I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

You start pouting all over again, babbling an “M’sorry,” Without really understanding why you’re still apologizing.

“Mhm. Prove it by squirtin’ on me again,” Choso tells you before moving to sit up. He then tugs your thighs over his and fuck does the tip of his dick make you see stars for a second as he repositions himself slightly.

His hands grip onto your hips and he continues his rough pace like it’s nothing, hair disheveled with a few dark strands sticking to his forehead.

“Cho,” You say in an attempt to convince him to slow down for a moment.

Unfortunately for you, your voice only drives him crazier. You were so whiny, it caused blood to rush to the head of his cock and his balls to ache—everything about you was intoxicating.

“I’ll send your lil’ friend a picture of these messy ass sheets afterward, ‘kay?” Choso pants, lips parting as he releases a slight moan from your pussy dripping all over him. Such a messy girl you were, not that he’d prefer you any other way.

“Choso.” You manage almost sternly, sending him a pointed look.

He pouts and decides to play innocent as if his cock wasn’t currently tearing you apart, “Don’t scold me, I gotta do something, baby.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach a hand down and graze his pelvis—making a fail of an attempt at pushing him away, “S’not nice.”

Choso snaps his hips forward as if to make a point and fuck his frustrations right into you, “Good thing m’not tryin’ to be fuckin’ nice then, right?”

☆ Nanami Kento

Who swears he was never a jealous man. He's seen the way people look at you time and time again and never has he batted an eye—why would he? Nanami's confident in himself enough to know that no other man would come in and steal your heart the way he has.

And such confidence has remained up until today.

After a long day of work, there's nothing he wants more than to come home to his lovely girlfriend whom he's been infatuated with for years now. Yet, today was different.

Walking into the shared apartment, unlike normal, you didn't come running up to him with a hug and a million kisses. Odd, he thought to himself, followed by a call of your name that echoed throughout the home.

"In the kitchen, Ken," You replied back, the sweet sound of your voice making him smile as he puffed out a sigh.

He's not sure where the momentary worry came from, but it subsided as he figured you may have been busy with something. As Nanami takes his jacket off, he moves a hand to loosen his tie, soon raking a hand through his hair afterward.

The house was awfully quiet, void of sounds of cooking or your voice—which was, again, odd. Stepping out of his shoes, Nanami steadily makes his way to the kitchen, soon spotting you and feeling a thousand pounds of stress lift off of his shoulders at the mere sight of you.

And in a sundress no less. You were on your phone, fingers tapping away at the screen with a slight smile on your face, your body bent forward against the kitchen counter with your back arched ever so slightly as you stood comfortably.

The sound of footsteps approaching you made you turn your head toward you boyfriend and flash him a loving smile. "Hi Kento, how was work?" You chirped sweetly.

"Fine, my love. How was home?" Nanami replied sweetly as he leaned down to you. A sudden buzz from your phone made you move your gaze and Nanami found himself giving you a slight peck on your lips but your eyes were elsewhere.

Whatever was on your phone must've been quite intriguing. "Home was wonderful. I did some cleaning today so..." You trail off and Nanami just gazes at you as your words fade away.

His brows begin to push together, "So...?"

You blink a few times, fingers tapping away at your screen yet again, "So uh," Trying to focus on both your boyfriend and the male you were texting at the same time was proving to be rather difficult for you.

Hence why Nanami sighs heavily and moves a hand to your back, caressing you gingerly, "Everything alright, love?"

You nod, "Mhm... Sorry about that, Ken. What was I saying again?" You ask as you turn to him with curious eyes.

He gazes at you, wondering how your attention could be so diverted. This was unusual coming from you but he shrugs it off, "You were telling me about how you cleaned up today?"

"Oh! Yes, I was gonna say I felt rather productive today," You finally get out before, again, turning away and to your phone.

Nanami nods his head, "I see. Is there something going on, sweetheart?"

You chuckle, "What? No, why?"

For a moment, your boyfriend does nothing more than watch how consumed you are by the conversation taking place through text on your phone. "You seem awfully distracted, is all," He sighs.

"Ohhh, no," You smile, "It's just this coworker of mine was wondering why I didn't show up today and then he and I-"

"He?" Nanami echoes aloud mistakenly. He hadn't meant to voice that, it was more of a thought.

Slowly, your head turns to your boyfriend yet again and despite the smile on your face, your brows push together and your expression is skeptical, "Yes, Kento, he. Is that an issue?"

"No, of course not," Nanami shakes his head before glancing off to the side with a shrug, "I just wasn't aware you were so close with any of your male coworkers."

You blink, "I'm really not, it's just him."

For some reason, his heart pangs a bit as you say that, "Just him, huh?" Nanami hums to himself.

"Mhm," You nod. Then, ignoring the clear attitude this has brought on, you turn to your phone and return to your texting.

Steadily, Nanami's eyes trail back over to you and he watches you type before rolling his eyes. He's not even sure why this is bothering him but he then moves to stand behind you, his crotch pressing into your ass as he begins to crave more of your attention.

He's truly not used to it being on anyone else that's not him.

"And what are you two discussing now that's so..." His words trail for a minute, eyes dragging along the slight curve in your back as you remained arched perfectly in such an effortless way, "...Important," Nanami soon finishes with a sharp narrow of his eyes.

"Well, he asked to come over for some reason and I'm not really sure how to respond," You reply honestly as you stare at the most recently received text.

Nanami's head cocks back a bit and he scoffs, "He's asked to come over?"

You nod, "Yes."

There's a pause but then your boyfriend leans forward and you can feel his muscular thighs press into the back of yours as his torso leans over. A hand is placed on the counter beside your waist and you look back over your shoulder to see Nanami nearing you.

His gentle eyes meet yours, "Can I see?"

You grin innocently, having nothing to hide from him whatsoever, "Sure," Handing him your phone, Nanami doesn't hesitate to read the messages exchanged from the past hour or so, seeing that this coworker of yours has been trying to flirt with you for some time now.

"Hm," He hums, "Does he always refer to you as uh," He clicks his tongue and scoffs, "Pretty girl?"

You shrug, "Well, yes and I've asked him to stop-"

"And yet you keep talking to him instead of blocking his number?" Nanami cuts off faster than he means to, eyes flipping up from the phone and to your face.

You flash a sheepish little smile, not exactly understanding the issue here, "I mean, he is my coworker."

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another. Nanami seems to be bothered but not exactly upset just yet, his brown eyes boring into yours as you have this completely clueless look on your face.

Weighing his head to the side ever so slightly, "...That enjoys flirting with you despite knowing you have a boyfriend?" Nanami finishes your statement for you questionably.

You bat your eyes at him and your brows go up, "W-Well-"

"Y'know what," Nanami places your phone down, "Why don't you invite him over?" He suddenly suggests.

You’re taken all the way back by the sudden statement, giving your boyfriend nothing more than a blank stare before uttering a baffled, "Huh?"

"Tell him he can come over,” He repeats, sliding the phone toward your hands and then moving his own to his belt. There’s a slight shuffle as he unbuckles his belt, the simply clacks making your heart skip a steady beat as you realize where he’s going with this. “I should be done by the time he gets here,” Nanami says.

Again, you blink in a confused manner before taking your phone up and doing as he’s just suggested—telling your coworker he can make his way over to you.

After which, you turn off your phone and return your eyes back to your boyfriend whose hands were busy tossing his belt onto the nearby floor. Your eyes then dropped down to his crotch and you swayed your hips to the side a bit to get a better look—spotting the heavy tent in his pants and gulping at the sight.

“Kento…” You hush out, earning a hum from him, “Is everything alright?” Your tone was so very soft and sappy with him, the sound making his heart ache in emotions beyond comprehension.

“Of course, my love,” He replies gently, sending you a quick smile, “I just need you right now, is that okay?”

Your gaze lifts and you meet his pretty brown eyes, lashes fluttering at how handsome he looks standing behind you, “You know that’s okay Ken, I’m all yours.”

He just about forgets the idea of restraint after that statement of yours. Of course he knows you’re all his but hearing it come out of your mouth with zero hesitation even after having another man flirt with you was…

Well, it was reassurance. Reassurance Nanami didn’t realize he enjoyed hearing.

Which is why he has you repeating similar phrases like that within the next few minutes as he fucks you into the kitchen counter.

Hips bruising with the way they were pressed into the counter edge, panties tugged to the side and nearly ripped off of you, back arched like a goddamn slut for your boyfriend, and messy folds stretched open as Nanami pounded his heavy cock into your tight hole—you were soon on cloud nine.

“Repeat that for me love,” Nanami grunts, breath coming out in heavy pants as his hips clash into yours over and over and over again.

You could hardly breathe properly and your mind was all frazzled, nearly everything that came out of your mouth was a moan and yet he still expected you to speak to him.

“K-Kento,” You gasp his name in erotic breathes, “Fuuuck, hahh, I… I said m’all yours,”

A sharper thrust is given in response to you, one of his hands gripping onto the bundled part of your dress at your lower back and the other coming down hard on your ass, “Yeah? All mine to ruin, right?” Nanami huffs out.

All you could do was nod, “Uhuh.” His hips were to damn harsh against your ass, thick cock drilling into your hole despite how lovingly he was speaking to you not too long ago.

“All mine to fuck senseless,” Nanami continues, his aroused tone making your cunt tighten around him.

Your jaw falls open as he starts knocking into that sappy spot inside you, each thrust making your legs quake and the fat of your ass ripple against him, “Yes Ken-, f-fuck.” You stammer, eyes watering and your nails scraping against the counter.

“Oh darling,” He groans, tossing his head back and then moaning at how wet you were for him, how easy it was for his cock to slide in and out and in and out, “Do you have any idea what you to t’me? Huh?” Nanami huffs.

“Mhmm,” You barely whine in response, your body jerking forward with his every mean thrust.

Steadily, he rolls his head back into place, eyes glancing down at the obscene stretch of your pussy lips around the shaft of his cock, “Are you sure? Y’know it upsets me to see another man flirt with you,” He says, voice surprising sturdy despite how well you’re taking him.

“M’sorry Ken,” You’re quick to apologize as if you’ve done something wrong and your boyfriend frowns at you.

“Huh. No need to be sorry, sweetheart,” Nanami coos, and god you feel your legs drawing together at how gentle his tone is with you. “S’not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong,” He whispers.

Followed by which is the slight shift in his hips, angling his thrusts a little and causing your entire body to twitch below him. Nanami knows every inch of your body like the back of his hand.

How could he not? He’s studied you very closely—hence why the slight shift causes the curve of his cock to just drill into you so hard that you’re seeing stars.

“Mmgh, ahh, hahh, K-Kento,” You whine, your torso beginning to lift from the counter as if to try to escape his thrusts for a moment.

Jaw gone slack, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, nails scraping for some kind of hold, and legs shaking as they drew together—you were losing your mind.

“Hm?” Nanami replies so simply, too simply, as if he wasn’t currently fucking the air out of your lungs.

You gasp and your voice grows airy, “Fuck-, oh fuck… m’gonna cum again.”

He tilts his head and smiles, “Again? Aw, you’re so messy for me today,” Nanami says before his hand shifts into the arch of your back and he presses you down onto the counter.

Pinned, you could no longer try and escape his mean thrusts for even a second. Nanami was relentless with you, cock fucking you full, pussy drooling against him, coating his veins—you couldn’t even formulate proper sentences anymore.

“Hhggnh, hahhh, ah, ah…” You moaned loudly with not a single care in the world, eyes rolling back as your cheek pressed into the cold kitchen counter.

“So loud too,” Nanami comments. Then he’s leaning closer to you, cock bottoming you out and making you gasp and whimper.

“Kenn,” Is all you could say for a moment, eyes watering and breath leaving you.

His voice is suddenly next to your ear as his muscular frame leans over yours, “Yes love? I’m right here.” He emphasizes that last word with a deep thrust, making your legs nearly give out for a second.

“I know, I know-,” You babble, trying to pull your head away from his to escape his deep tone in your ear. “Fuck, fuuck, I feel you s’deep.” You whimper again, pouting while trying to catch a moment to breathe.

“Mmhmm, feel me riiight there, huh?” Nanami asks. And god was he right where you wanted him, fat cockhead jerking into your sweet spot and turning your legs into utter mush beneath him.

“Y-Yes, yes, m-mhmm,” Your squeeze shut and a tear rolls down your cheek, heavy pants leaving your throat, “Shit.”

Nanami moves to kiss the crown of your ear lovingly, “Aw, look at you. You close, pretty?”

You’re quick to nod without second thought, “Yes.”

“C’mon then,” His lips move and press against your ear, “Give it to me.”

And then you’re coming undone, repeating his name over and over, “K-Kento, Kento fuck-, Ken.” He loves it too, smiling against your ear as he grunts at the way your cunt throbs and twitches as you cum on his cock.

“Hahh, you sound so pretty moaning my name like that,” He comments before pulling away from your ear, “Look at me while you do it this time,” He utters, earning a steady turn of your head as you angle it back to meet his gaze. Then he smiles at you, hips rolling into you and tip smearing against your gummy walls, “Mhm, thaaat’s it—good girl.”

“Mmh, mmgh!” Your eyes flicker as he slows down to you can really feel him. “Ahh… K-Ken,” You whisper.

His cock aches inside you, “Repeat that, what’s my name?”

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to maintain eye contact, “Kento.”

“Whose cock are you makin’ a mess on right now?” He questions, tone a but harsh with you as he drags his hips back.

Snapping them forward just as you answer him, you end up stuttering, “Y-Yours Ken.”

“Mhm,” His brows tense as he pulls back yet again. This time, he moves a hand around and grabs ahold of your jaw, tugging your body up off the counter a bit and your face closer to his, “Last question. Who do you belong to, hm?”

“Y-You Kento, m’all yours,” You pant, lips wet with drool and eyes glossy from tears.

All Nanami does is flash a slight smile before he’s rutting his cock right back into you, watching and listening to the way oxygen leaves your lungs, “That’s right. All fuckin’ mine.” Nanami groans, lips nearing yours with the way he pulls you closer to him. Then he’s whispering, “And your little coworkers gonna understand that after today.”

Just before his lips are on yours, you manage a staggered little, “W-What?” In question.

He chuckles, “Oh, you didn’t hear him? He knocked on the door a few minutes ago,” Nanami tells you, watching your entire face twist up as you’re too fucked out to really understand that. “I’m sure he heard you moaning my name…”

☆ Toji Fushiguro

“So, you hate me, huh?” Toji dramatically huffs out as soon as the two of you enter your home again.

You groan and stomp off to your shared bedroom, trying to escape your annoyingly jealous husband due to what’s recently occurred. You’re apparently not allowed to be friends with his friends—or at least, not Shiu Kong allegedly.

Toji’s quick to stride into the bedroom behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets as he watches you storm around the room with a smirk on his face. You were so cute when you were annoyed with him.

Tipping his head to the left, his eyes narrow at you snatching your jacket off as you tried to give him the silent treatment, “Not sure why you’re so upset, y’know. I wasn’t the one pressin’ my tits into someone’s face,” He scoffs.

His hands lift out of his pockets and he crosses his arms over his beefy chest, eyes yet to leave your overly annoyed figure standing by the bed.

You send him a pointed glare before openly rolling your eyes at him, letting him know you’re upset.

Toji cocks his head back at the gesture and his brows raise, “Fucks’ your problem, huh? Mad at me ‘cause of somethin’ you did?”

“No, Fushiguro. Leave me alone,” You huff, frustrated frown etching its way across your lips.

“Ohh, now she decides to speak? And she uses our last name to address me too?” Toji’s baffled by your little attitude, a bit entertained, but baffled nonetheless.

You sigh loudly and move to grab your nearest sweatpants, “Leave me alone.”

“Why, huh?” Toji scoffs, “Y’mad about what I said to Shiu?”

Your eyes move to a slow blink before you click your tongue, “Well, seeing as you told him never to come around us again and that I’m, apparently, ‘not his fuckin’ friend’, maybe.”

Toji doesn’t react much to you mocking him and his expression stays relatively the same, “The hell is wrong with my statement?”

“I made a mistake and you took it out on him,” You explain as you tug your sweats on and move to take your shirt off.

“No, you both made a mistake ‘nd I’m takin’ it out on both of you.” Toji corrects. He was a bit more upset than he led on, “Your dumb ass leaned over him for some stupid fuckin’ water bottle and his eyes went to your tits as if it were second nature.”

You grit your teeth, “It was an accident Toji.”

“Nah, fuck that. Accident my goddamn ass, how many times has he looked at you like that, huh?” Your husband suddenly questions, sounding like he was implying something more as he took a step closer to the bed.

Your brows push together and you shrug, “I don’t know-“

“Oh and let’s not forget the way he grabbed your waist to, what?” He scoffs, “‘Help’ you? ‘Keep you steady’?” Toji continues, hardly giving you a second to even try and respond, “Not sure where ya’ brain’s at today doll, but Shiu is way too fuckin’ comfortable touchin’ you and I don’t like it.”

You shoot him nothing more than a blank yet frustrated stare, “Toji.”

His eyes are already on yours, giving you the same energy through his looks, “What?”

Sighing, “You’re being dramatic.” You tell him.

That ticks him off just right because then his face is twisting up into a scowl, “Dramatic? I’m being fuckin’ dramatic? Don’t piss me off,” Toji warns.

You find the nerve to laugh at him, “Don’t piss you off? Toji you’ve been whining about this all damn day. It’s over now, isn’t it?”

He decides to ignore your little jab at him and he steadily walks over to the side of the bed you’re standing at, “No, it’s not. You haven’t even apologized.”

You chuckle, “For what?”

He finds himself standing not too far from you, glaring at your confused facial expression, “Bein’ mad at me for no damn reason, that’s what.”

You roll your eyes at him again, “Toji you told me I can’t be friends with your friend.”

“Maybe because he wants to fuck you?” Toji fires back.

Another scoff leaves you and you start shaking your head at your husband's ridiculous claims, “He doesn’t.”

“Soo, he just looked at your tits for no reason?" Toji asks, leaning toward you a bit and tilting is head as if to intimidate you, "He grabs your waist ‘nd says, 'I got you sweetheart' for no fuckin’ reason, right?”

Your throat runs dry at that. You may have forgotten Shiu said that to you, having not really paid much attention to it when he did, “I-“

“Do you not know what the fuck flirting looks like?” Toji lectures, taking one last step toward you so that his body was hardly an inch away from yours.

Your head tips back a bit so that you could look up at him, swallowing hard at how upset your husband seems to be and all your confidence on the matter nearly fading. “I do, but-“

“There is no but. He wants to fuck my wife," He interrupts, "Why the hell would I let you two be friends knowing that?”

That's when you sigh again, “Toji, you don’t know that he wants to fuck me, you’re assuming things-“

One of his hands flies up to his face and he starts rubbing his temples out of pure frustration, “Woman, he checks you out at every chance he gets when he thinks I’m not payin’ attention.”

“He-“

“He touched you all too inappropriately, right in front of me," Toji reminds you.

You try to take up for Shiu's actions, still not seeing what the issue behind it was, “He was making sure I didn’t fall over.”

A little pissed of smirk tugs at the corner of Toji's scared lips and he turns his head to the side as he looks away from you, scoffing, “Riiiiight.”

“I’m serious!” You utter pleadingly.

“So..." Toji slowly returns his gaze to you and his voice gets stern, "You don’t see anything sexual behind a man holding your waist and saying 'I got you sweetheart'?”

“No.” You reply confidently.

“Hm. Alright, then." Your husband nods before he's moving to pull his shirt up and over his head, your eyes widening at the man as one of his hands then go to your waist and he tugs your body to his, "Lemme show you somethin’ if that’s the case...”

And then you’re on the bed with your husband moments later—bouncing up and down on his hard cock as Toji fucked up into you, your tits jumping in his face, jaw hanging open, and his hands holding right onto your waist.

“See what I mean now?” Toji huffs, “See how fuckin’ sexual this shit is?”

“T-Toji-, hahhh, fuck, t-this is so much different," You moan at the constant stretch of his fat cock rutting up into your swollen folds, one of his thumbs at your clit as rolling circles over the twitching bud.

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m doin’ what he fantasizes about," Toji tells you, smiling a bit as he watches your face twist up.

Your brows tensed and your jaw fell as his leaky cockhead drilled deep into you, “M-Mmgh, s-so… big.” You whine with your hands at his shoulders and nails scraping him as his harsh thrusts made your body jerk upward.

Toji's steel grip on your waist was the only thing keeping you from falling off of you, his fingers digging into your skin. Every time he thrusted his hips up, he'd use his grip to tug you back down—forcing your cunt to spread open over his aching cock over and over, “Aww, don’t worry sweetheart, I gotchu’."

You gasp at his words, core throbbing due to his heavy tone, “Fuck-“

“Yeahh, see how fuckin’ wet that shit made you? Knew’ you weren’t fuckin’ stupid," Toji grunts out. He was so mean to you, taking out his frustrations from earlier on your pussy by soon spitting down on the, already, filthy mess below, adding to the slickness of it all and making you twitch.

Your hips try their best to keep up with him, rutting and rocking forward to keep his cock sucked deep inside you, “S-Shut up,” You tell your husband only to earn a scoff.

“Nahh," Toji begins to move his hands and your heart jumps. He tugs your torso near his before he's wrapping his big arms around your waist, locking you into place above him with your chest sandwiched against his, "Apologize t’me."

Your brows furrow and your eyes gloss over as his hips begin to pound his swollen cock up into you, obscene squelches of your cunt following as he does so. Your words come out in a whiney stammer, “F-For what-“

“Playin’ fuckin’ dumb, that’s what," Toji cuts off, eyes staring right into yours as he watched your face sink into that pretty fucked out state.

“Shiit," You gasp at how you couldn't move an inch, couldn't pull away or slow his thrusts down for a moment, forced to take every thick inch of his cock, "O-Okay, m’sorry-,”

Toji smiles, “Again.”

“M’sorry Toji," You whine. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly that you couldn’t even look away from him. You were both embarrassed and being fucked to tears simultaneously.

“Mmmh, without the mumblin’ this time," Toji instructs, gaze dropping to your wet lips so he can watch how you struggle, "Talk proper to me, girl.”

And of course, right after he he says that to you, he decides to then flip you both over so he's on top. “I-, hahh," You pant at the way his hands move to your legs and press them down against your chest, folding you up just how he wants to. "I’m… s-sorry Toji," You cry out.

With the way he's bucking his hips down into you, suddenly calculated with his thrusts and making your eyes go wide. You were on the verge of screaming his name with how good his cock felt splitting you open.

“Close, but y’still stuttered," Toji tells you. His breathing was growing just as heavy as yours but that didn't stop him from teasing you for even a second.

“Fuck you-," You breathe out, earning a smile from him, "...I’m sorry.” You end up saying anyway because how could you disobey your husband when he's got you folded up like this, his veins throbbing against your gummy walls as you squeezed the life out of his cock.

Toji tilts his head a little, “Sorry what?”

“I-I’m sorry Toji," You correct yourself before he's leaning his weight onto you and god his cock pushes impossibly deeper. You were so full of him that air was getting hard to come by.

“Oneee more time f’me, baby," Toji whispers all of a sudden, his face close to yours and your legs practically over his shoulders. "C’mon, you can do it.”

“Hhgnnn… oh-, mmgh… I…" Your jaw falls open again and you struggle. His cockhead was hitting your insides right where you needed him, you could feel your core tensing and your legs going numb, "...I’m sorry Toji.”

Your husband smiles at you, “There ya’ gooo, atta’ girllll.” He praises, feeling the way your pussy narrows tightly around his cock just as you start cumming on him.

“Fuck.” Is the most you could get out of your mouth that wasn't an incoherent moan.

Then Toji notices you trying to move your hands to push him away a little and he softens his tone, “Hey, stop thaat, don’t give out on me," Toji coos, the sudden softness making your stomach churn before he moves a thumb to your clit again, "I gotchu’, pretty girl.”

“F-Fuck. Ohmygod-“ Your back arches up off the bed a bit and you whimper.

Toji just gawks at you, “Uhuh, now… y’won’t talk to Shiu again after this, right?” He questions, juuust to be sure you got the message after all this.

You nod in agreement, “N-No, I-, mmh, I won't t-talk t'him again…”

Fat cock rolling down into your pussy, your slick making his cock slid in so easily, “Y'sure?”

You nod, “Yes.”

Toji pouts a little just to mock the face you were making, “Yes who?”

Your eyes just barely meet his and his thumb presses against your clit, making your voice come out in a moan, “Yes Toji.”

“Mh," He hums, leaning down to kiss you tenderly, "Good girl.”

☆ Gojo Satoru

He doesn’t even let you explain yourself.

One ninety-second hug with some guy you claim you’ve known since college, his arms around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck—was just about all it took for Gojo to get the picture.

Then there was the way the guy whispered into your ear and you laughed-, no, giggled at whatever was said.

What else does Gojo need to know after that? Clearly you forgot who you’ve been dating for the past few years…

Which is why Gojo reminds you through rough backshots in the backseat of your car as soon as you return to him. He hand a heavy hand on the back of your head, pressing your face down against the carseat as his toned hips clashed into your ass.

Swollen cockhead pushing past your twitching folds for the nth time while he bullies into your pussy. The loud smack of his balls against you fills the entirety of the vehicle, Gojo’s free hand pressing down into your arch and furthering it for him so he could angle his dick into that spot that makes you utterly weak.

“Wonder what the hell was so funny,” He huffs. He’s breathless by this point, having been dirty talking your ear off and giving you no time to respond—telling you how pretty your pussy looks taking every inch of him and how cute you sound crying his name into the seat.

“M-Mmgh, hnngh… ahh, S-Satoru,” Your voice was muffled against the carseat but neither of you cared, he heard you clear enough.

“Hm? What was so funny, baby? Tell me,” Gojo requests, not slowing his thrusts down for even a moment.

Merciless, he was. Fucking you like you were a goddamn slut off the street and he was a sex-deprived man, his pelvis was so angry against you, leaving marks with how harshly it met your ass, a hand moving every now and then just to palm the fat of the slight curve.

You were too busy drooling onto the carseat, cockdrunk out of your mind and fucked out beyond belief. You don’t think Gojo’s ever fucked you this hard before—the car was rocking with his every thrust and you’re pretty sure your muffled moans could be heard from outside the vehicle.

Sure, your windows had tint on them but it still wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going in within the car.

“What was he sayin’ t’you? Huh? Was he tellin’ you how badly he wants to fuck you? S’that why you laughed?” Gojo scoffs, still giving you no time to respond whatsoever, “I’d laugh too, shit… No one gets to fuck you aside from me, after all.” He finishes off with a cheeky little shrug.

You hated how much he was rambling right now but your brain was too consumed in pleasure to really care, “Toruu, fuuck-, oh, mmh…”

“No one else gets to feel this pussy wrapped all pretty around their cock, right?” Gojo groans, tossing his head back and drilling himself into the hilt, almost as if he were trying to reach deeper, “Jus’ me?”

All you can do is hum messily, “Mhmmm.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle and his hand lands across your ass again, head moving to look down at the marks he’s left thus far before he cracks a smile, “Say it.”

“J-Jus’ you, ‘Toru.” Your voice was small, hardly audible but Gojo didn’t much care, he’d heard enough anyway.

So, he smiles at your struggle in speech, finding you nothing but adorable in this state, “Yeahh, that’s my girll.”

Then he’s moving his hands, feeling every inch of your body like he always does. There’s never a single part of you that goes untouched by Gojo Satoru when he fucks you. And as of right now, his large hands were taking place on your ass, spreading you apart to get a better look at your wet parted folds sucking in his cock.

“Pussy’s soooo fuckin’ pretty taking my dick like this too. I mean damn,” Gojo lets out a moan in between his sentence, unable to help himself at the sight before him, “Look at her drip all over me. She’s nasty, baby.”

Then he’s slowing his thrusts, but not stopping. Instead he gets calculated, fucking his cock in slow but pointed, top poking at your gummy spot and making your legs quake.

Drool smears across your cheek and your face was a goddamn mess but, you’d worry about all that later, “S’toru…”

“Mhm, I know, you’re about t’cum again, huh?” Gojo hums sweetly, the wet sounds of your cunt taking him in making his brows tense.

You were in complete disarray—debauched and filthy just how he liked. Shooting a glop of spit down onto his cock, he watched with a smile as he eases forward before there’s nothing more than an inch left out of you, only to thrust the last bit in and watch your fingers curl as you scrape against the seat.

“Uhuhh,” You breathe helplessly.

Gojo cocks his head to the side, “Gonna make another mess on me, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yeahh.”

“Mhm, good,” Gojo praises lightly before pulling out. He takes his cock into one of his hands and taps it against your pussy folds, listening to the light and wet smack his cock made against you and biting his lower lip, “But y’know… I wonder what had you so wet, baby.” He teases.

That was the only chance you got to catch your recently lost breath and you angle your head back a little to look at him, “Hm?”

Gojo’s eyes were down as he watched himself play with your pussy, smearing his leaky his tip in between your folds, “Was it him? Did he tell you how pretty you looked today? Hm?” Gojo wonders, “S’that why your cunt was droolin’ before I could even get your panties off?”

Your brows tense and you try wiggling your hips back a little, “N-No…”

“No? Aw, so what was it then?” Your boyfriend questions curiously. He’s now pushing an inch in and out of your cunt, watching how your pussy twitches every time he pulls out and chuckling at you, “Surely it wasn’t the way I was rubbin’ my fingers against you… Nah, you were too busy thinkin’ about that other guy, right?”

You groan, “No, ‘Toru.”

He snickers, “No? Buut, you guys looked like you had a great convo.”

“W-We did but that’s only cause… hahh… mmmh, I-,” Gojo starts inching more of his cock into you and you struggle to finish explaining. After taking a deep breath, “I spent the whole time talkin’ a-about you.”

“Aww, really?” His hips snap forward after you say that, “Fuck, you bragged about me?” Gojo moans out, face growing hot with arousal.

Nodding, you hum in response, “Mhmm.”

“Shiit, that almost makes me feel bad,” Gojo pouts a little before shifting his palm over your ass, caressing your skin tenderly.

He’s still rutting his dick in and out of you but his voice and his touch is much softer.

“W-Why?” You ask.

“Cause’…. I’m fuckin’ you like you did somethin’ wrong for no reason…” Gojo whispers, seeming to be disappointed in himself for a second.

Then, he sees the way your eyes go back as his cock hits that one spot again, “Mmgh.. S-Satoru, r-right theree…”

And with that, he’s no longer disappointed and shrugs off all his doubts, going on to fuck you like he’s mad at you, “S’okay tho’, you like me like this anyway…”

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[toruslut]

18+ mdni

your mind felt hazy as toji slammed his hips into you, his thick, girthy cock stretching you out so deliciously. lewd screams left your parted lips as you felt his leaky tip brush against the spongy spot that made your eyes roll back.

"fuck—jii!"

low, raspy grunts escaped his chest as he threw his head back and grabbed your ass. a few strands of dark hair clung to his damp forehead, and his face contorted with pleasure. he was always so handsy, letting his rough hands roam all over you. he spread your cheeks apart so he could see your pretty pussy gushing around his length.

"shit—haah—arch that back for me, baby."

this was his favorite position: doggy style. toji loved watching your ass jiggle as you arched your back, your face smushed against the mattress, and your hair mussed up.

"toji—feel s’good," you moaned helplessly.

"fucking slut."

he felt your walls clench around him, his hips stuttering as your sweet cunt dripped down his slick length at his words. toji let out a small laugh, clearly amused.

"you like gettin’ called a slut, doll?" toji asked, leaving a loud smack on your ass.

"fuck—yesyesyes" you repeated pathetically. you could feel your body going numb as your mind began to run in circles.

toji reached for your hair, pushing it so you could turn your face to him. his jade eyes were dark as he smushed your cheeks together, admiring how wrecked you looked: black mascara running down your face, drool dripping from your chin and coating his fingers, your sweet half-lidded eyes staring at him with need.

"whore."

this earned you a final whiny, cute mewl. as you gushed and squirted all over his cock, your head fell back onto the soft pillow. you could almost feel toji's grin behind you.

the sound of his fingers suddenly connecting with your skin again, making a loud smack, snapped you out of your thoughts. you turned your head back around to look at him and found him already smiling at you.

"good girl. now make me cum."

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another one dj khalid. made by toruslut

[indiewritesxoxo]

sukuna grinding his cock up into you in the middle of a frat party, lazily rolling his hips up to hit that sweet spot and keeping your back pressed against your chest as he murmured in your ear, "you gonna moan?"

shaking your head no to stop yourself from whimpering at the weight of his forearm wrapped possessively around your waist while drunk frat bros passed you by, chatting about stupid shit and gawking at sorority girls and totally clueless to the way you were getting ruthlessly stretched out around your situationship's thick cock.

"y-you wish," you quietly insisted, biting down on the bottom of your lip just for him to laugh at you, your skirt flipped up as your lace thong started to chaff against the inside of your thigh.

"i do," he hummed, his teeth grazing against the inside of your throat. "want them to know who's fucking you like this."

"no thanks," you huffed at him, trying your hardest to keep a straight face when he was intent to keep you squirming on his lap. no one else needed to know what you shared. which you were sure should just be sex. no matter what either of you said in the heat of the moment. "m'not yours."

"do you want to be?"

[bfbkg]

RARE CARD!

cw: tipsy bkg, head (m) (ikr how crazy), fluff, smut, established relationship. probably typos. i’ll add borders later.

“where…,” there’s a soft slam of your front door, keys being thrown on the table and boots being kicked off. a light stumble with a swear tacked on at the end. “where are you?”

“bedroom!” you call, sitting on your bed to pull up your large pyjama t-shirt to the tops of your thighs and opening your tub of vanilla body cream.

your response gets an incoherent mumble across your flat as there’s more shuffling down your hallway. a jacket being tugged off and… something else?

bakugou katsuki’s head pops through the doorway first. droopy eyes, wrinkled black t-shirt (he did leave here with a jumper so you wonder where that is) and no trousers (jumper is probably where the trousers are).

“did you lose your clothes outside?” you laugh as strong thick legs wade their way towards you.

he moves like a zombie with his fluffy messy hair, slow walk with his arms out to you.

the six foot four pro hero shakes his head at you sloppily, towering over your frame for a second before dropping to his knees between your legs. he rests all his body weight on you, exhausted.

you watch him enamoured, like he’s a dog just trying to show he wants some attention. he circles his arms around your waist and his head drops on your lap, snuggling into you tightly.

“took them off by the door. you don’t like my jeans on your bed.” he breathes, closing his eyes, “you smell so fuckin’ good.”

you opt to creaming your arms instead.

“did you have fun tonight then?” you offer, dipping your fingers into the cold cream and slathering it over your arms. bakugou holds you despite your movement, pecking the bare skin of your thigh.

the man grunts, a slow lift and quick drop of his shoulders in a shrug.

“sparky is investin’ in a stupid cocktail company. he wanted us to try them all,” he sounds disgusted by it, “they were all disgustin’.”

you’ve got a tipsy katsuki tonight. you smile down at him, pushing his hair off his forehead to get a proper look at his face. bakugou looks up at you, innocent and pitiful but you know he’s anything but.

“how many did you have?”

“three?”

“you little lightweight.”

he opens his mouth to push his top row of teeth into your thigh. you splutter when it tickles, shoving his head off you. together you eye the imprint of his teeth as he sits back on his ass on the floor. just in his underwear and a tshirt.

“they were high percentage cans. too goddamn high,” he huffs, eyes flickering over your body, “you just showered.”

you nod, resting back on your arms behind your body. you’ve finished moisturising, you’ve done your skincare and you’re practically ready to roll into bed.

but it’s not often you get a drunk or tipsy bakugou. he hates drinking, was one of the first things he mentioned when he met you because he heard it was a dealbreaker for some. it definitely wasn’t for you, especially when he said he just hates how slow and out of control it made him feel.

“you’re like an ‘88 first edition gold rimmed mint all might winter suit card,” he rambles, standing up to push you back into the bed with all your confusion.

“what?” it’s times like these when you remember you’re dating a nerd.

he grabs your hips to push you up the bed so he’s got enough space to seat his body between your legs and rest his forearms by your head. you open your legs wider, letting his head sink into the crook of your neck.

you feel him inhale again as if he’s a wolf scenting you.

“it’s the best card you can get, rare as hell. less than twenty were made and it’s out of the old card material before that company went out of production,” you circle your arms around his shoulders, listening. bakugou, speaks into your neck, kissing after every couple words. “i’ve got one of the cards. ‘ts in my office.”

you lock your legs behind his back.

“okay…” you drawl, brushing your fingers through his hair looking up at your ceiling with a frown, “now what’s that to do with me?”

bakugou freezes, resting on his forearms to look at you properly. you make his heart ache, a sharp pang in his chest and he grunts. your face has a glossy shine to it, the t-shirt you’re wearing (which is one of his) is fresh out the dryer with that cotton smell and you’re holding him just as tight as he’s holding you.

he doesn’t realise he’s looking at you like he’s confused that you’re confused.

“comin’ in here was like openin’ a rare pack,” he sniffs and when you’re still frowning he continues, “you ready for bed after a shower is my favourite you. seein’ you is the same feelin’ as when i got that card.”

it’s soppy and silly.

“and that card is so rare and so are you. i have you and i’ve got that card.”

you nod slowly in understanding and a small smile lands on bakugou’s cheeks.

“you’re saying you love me a lot,” you reply, pouting your lips out for a kiss which he quickly responds to.

“i’m sayin’ more than that baby,” he whines but it only makes you laugh, “im sayin’ you’re rare and only i get to see you like this and i’m the fuckin’ luckiest motherfucker in the world.”

“you’re a soppy nerd when you’re drunk, katsuki,” you slap your hand over his mouth before he can reply, “but that’s really cute. i love you too.”

“‘m bein’ romantic. that card sells for thousands,” he whispers when he presses his lips against yours again but this time he opens his mouth and tilts his head. you copy, letting his tongue swirl with yours. minty fresh toothpaste with maybe a pina colada from him at the back. your body heats when the kiss gets messier, a moan releasing from the back of bakugou’s throat. when your legs tighten around him, that’s when he gives in, letting the full weight of his hips rest between your legs.

you inhale when you feel him, hard and heavy, both covered by your underwear.

“why were you hiding from me?” you say as he runs his lips down your jaw. you’re reactive now, body jolting on its own, sighing softly from his thickness resting on your ass cheeks to your clit.

“‘t’s fine if you don’t wanna fuck. you’re goin’ to bed.”

“you can’t call me the best pokémon card ever and expect me to not want you,” you laugh to yourself and bakugou rolls his eyes.

“stop pissin’ me off. wasn’t talkin’ about fuckin’ pokémon,” he curses but he can’t help but kiss you again, right on your smile with your arms tangled around his neck.

though you’re clearly pressing him into you, lifting your hips to feel him.

bakugou’s completely aware of how much bigger he is than you. in size, in height, in power and yeah, even his cock. it’s because of all those factors, why he prefers for you to initiate, to stop him feeling like a raging beast pulling a princess from her tower.

he can’t get his hands off you, now sneaking up your t-shirt to feel your hips, then your waist and your soft breasts. you’re smooth, a layer of that cream you just put on. good enough to eat with that vanilla smell.

“‘ki,” you breathe and he jolts his head up, “what do you want from me?”

bakugou wouldn’t say he’s a horny drunk. well he’s hardly ever drunk for one so he wouldn’t say he’s an anything drunk since he doesn’t have enough data. but you came up in his mind more than usual while he was drinking with the boys and then his walk home. and he just said, this is his favourite you, after a shower and ready for bed. his rare all might card.

“don’t ask me that,” he grunts, but he starts grinding down into you without meaning to. you react like a flicker of a flame, soft moans from your throat. “what d’you want me to do?”

“why’re you so stubborn?” you arch your back and bakugou’s greedy hands pull your top up to under your neck. your whole body exposed to him, minus your tiny little underwear bottoms.

“‘cause i’m the one that came in here drunk and all over you.” but he’s speaking to your body like you’re a meal he needs to get his hands on yesterday. “fuck. fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“take your clothes off,” if you have to be in charge here, so be it.

your boyfriend listens, digging his knees into the mattress as he grabs the fabric at the back of his neck and yanks it over his head. you hum in appreciation, drifting your fingertips over his toned muscled chest. you point to his underwear.

“those too. off.”

bakugou inhales sharply but listens, pulling the tight fabric down his legs and your mouth practically waters when his appendage slaps against his chest. his cock is right in your face as you lay back.

“it’s up to you, baby. don’t wanna pressure you,” he warns, cupping his heavy balls for some release.

you know for a fact your underwear is stained through, especially when he throws his head back with a sweet curse.

“i know, i know. you’re so handsome, katsuki,” that gets him looking back at you. your face, then your tits, then back at you.

“what?”

“you’re so gorgeous. i’m lucky to have you too.”

“fuck,” he can’t stop swearing, taking hold of the base of his cock and squeezing. “i don’t think i can fuck you, i’ll come as soon as i’m inside.”

it’s honest and a little cute, a smile blooming on your face. you take the pause to pull off your t-shirt, throwing it off the bed.

“that’s okay—,”

“‘t’s not. ‘m not usin’ you like that.” he shakes his head sharply, enough to know you can’t change his mind on it.

“what if i want your dick in my mouth?” and you show him how as you sit up on your bed and he still rests on his shins. you’re at the right height to slide it in your mouth.

you press a kiss to his cockhead, licking up all the pre and pressing your cheek his length. “‘ki?”

you give him these round, shiny innocent eyes that hold the stars. bakugou feels as if he can’t hold a single thought in his head.

“you just cleaned up, ‘m all dirty—,”

“katsuki, let me.” you push and he twitches against your cheek, “i really want to.”

it’s not often you give him head compared to how often he gives you head. bakugou is never one to ask for it and you rarely want to give it even though he always asks to be between your legs. you asking to suck him off is another rare card, a fucking ‘99 gold rimmed—

“okay, baby,” he murmurs, moving all your hair out of your face and behind your shoulders.

“don’t touch my head,” you warn and bakugou nods his head rapidly, adjusting his hand to your cheek.

he’s on edge, holding his breath as you, his perfect, beautiful fucking girlfriend holds his cock with a single fist. then you hold the rest with your other hand, pointing it to your lips.

“i’m gonna come quickly. i already fuckin’ know i am—,”

“that’s fine, ‘ki honey,” you soothe, “just tap me when you think you are.” you lick around his sensitive tip with your tongue then you swallow as if you’re giving him a taste test. “not bad,” you whisper to yourself.

then you get started. removing one hand to sink yourself onto his cock, just as far as you can go without choking. when his tip his hits the tightness at the back of your throat where saliva has gathered, bakugou groans, holds the underside of your jaw.

“sorry, fuck, sorry baby,” he grunts every few seconds, apologising for simply being a man aroused.

you bob your head, swirling your tongue around what you can and pressing your thighs tightly together.

you’ve never been a fan of giving head but once in a while the want bursts through you, the power of having him under your command. this big groaning man falling apart because of you.

and katsuki is always a good listener. careful with you. makes sure not to buck his hips and you can tell he wants to because he bites down on his bottom lip. he doesn’t stop with the noise and he never pushes your head down.

“so fuckin’ good,” he whines, throwing his head back. you sharply suck, your hand at the base of his cock squeezing tightly. his moan is crumbled, choked on every sound trying to escape, “tryna kill me? babygirl.”

you pull off him for a second, stroking him in the meantime as you wipe your nose. you’re just about to wipe your eyes when bakugou swipes his thumbs under them both.

“you’re my beautiful girl.”

your moment of control falters a little, as you become focused on one aim and one aim only. your boyfriend’s pleasure and that’s all.

“kiss?”

he ducks down, hand on your chin as he stuffs his tongue in your mouth. he takes control of the kiss, like he’s giving you mid sex aftercare, making sure you’re okay because you had his cock in your mouth for a few minutes.

“doin’ so well, baby.” he speaks into your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip before letting it snap into place.

that’s enough, pushing him off you so you can take his cock back.

you’re faster now, less careful about being comfortable, especially when you’re able to sneak your fingers beneath your panties to press onto your clit.

your lips and cheeks suction around him, tongue flat on his underside. bakugou’s eyes widen, staring down at you. “holy fuckin—,”

his hand cups the nape of your neck though he doesn’t move you.

“shit, any more and i’m gonna come,” his deep grumbling voice gets pitchy, unable to keep levelled, “i really… oh shit baby.”

you place your hands on his hips to help guide your head. it’s loud, the sound of your spit and the friction of him. your small whines every time you rub sweetly on yourself and bakugou, his grunts take up the whole room.

he taps your shoulder lightly, “i’m gonna now. i’m fuckin—,”

you slow down as he does, ropes of the stuff pouring down your throat. you let it all happen, laying a palm flat on his chest as the man above you grunts your name like he’s cursing you to damnation. he definitely isn’t.

when he’s done he slides out of your mouth and you hop up to your bathroom to spit.

when you return only a few seconds later, bakugou is laying back on your bed with his arms open. two thick biceps wrap you up in a cuddle.

“i haven’t forgotten about you. lemme see your panties.”

with your cheek pressed against his pectorals, you playfully roll your eyes.

“how do you want me to show you?” you say, cheek smushed.

“sit on my face? or you lay back and i eat you?” he looks funny from this angle, lifting his head to look down at you. cheeks flushed and heartbeat still racing to come down.

“i’ll sit on you.” you begin to sit up but pause, hitting his shoulder, “don’t look so happy!”

bakugou adjusts his body, hands finding your waist as you shuffle up. his smile could light up a city, “i’m lookin’ like you just accepted my offer to sit on my face. what’s with you tonight?”

you pout, sitting on his upper chest, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you don’t usually ask to suck me off. you usually say no to sittin’ on my face. today’s my lucky fuckin’ day.”

it’s true, you always moan it’s too intimate but letting him eat you any other way.

you shrug softly, pulling off your underwear and throwing it in his face. bakugou’s a dog with a ball, grabbing the fabric and stuffing it under his nose.

“another rare pull for you.”

[gumikang]

suguru hates your guts so he rearranges them instead 

“just know that i still fucking hate you,” suguru hisses through clenched teeth as he pounds into your thoroughly abused cunt. “you’re just more bearable when you’re being fucked dumb on my cock.” 

you clench around his cock at his harsh words, enjoying the way he’s degrading you like this. suguru’s going hard on purpose with the intent of bruising your tender walls and leaving marks on your hips that will last for days. the strength of his hands on your hips leave a message that he’s determined to mark you from the inside out. he delivers a rather deep thrust, brushing your most sensitive spot and coaxing a sweet moan to escape your lips. 

“if it m-makes you feel better,” you snap, using the bits of pride left in you. you look up at his chiseled face, trying to ignore the way his long stygian hair tickles your cheeks. “i still h-hate you to— ah!” 

wrong. if you really hated him, your pretty pussy wouldn’t be clamping down on his massive dick like it’s scared he’ll leave. 

you’re cut off by a calloused hand grabbing your throat, threatening to tighten. “shut up.” he growls, thrusts becoming meaner than before. he’s enjoying it too— the way your face morphs in pure pleasure. all because of him, the sorcerer you swear you hate. “shut the fuck up and take my cock. that’s your only purpose right now.” 

you feel the tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. “it’s not f-fair!” you pout, bottom lip protruding so sweetly it makes suguru shudder. “s’not my f-fault you’re being s-so mean and going s-so fast!” 

his bicep flexes and his hand adjusts his grip, reminding you that he could crush you right then and there if he really wanted to. but he doesn’t—  because you’re much better writhing underneath his touch. 

“open your fucking mouth.” suguru commands, the hand on your throat reaching up to swipe your lip with his thumb. your lips part almost fervently as if you’re excited for what’s next. “that’s my good girl, i could get used to you like this. desperate and falling apart on my dick.” 

he spits in your mouth, watching the spittle slide down your tongue. you swallow immediately, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. if only you could stay like this forever— all needy and pliant because your pussy’s stuffed full with his cock. 

fuck, you feel so good. the way your tight walls spasm and clench around his girth almost makes him forget that he hates you in the first place. the same goes for you— you can hardly think when the fat tip of his cock is grinding against your g-spot and bumping against your cervix with every thrust. 

suguru’s pace begins to slow down as they’re replaced with slow, merciless thrusts . his hand moves down from your hip to flick your swollen clit, inciting a cry from you. “i think,” he begins, thrusting a little harder to make your eyes roll back. “we should try getting along better after this little… session.” 

“b-but— nghh!“ you whine but are immediately cut off by cruel thrust that bullies your cervix. 

“no buts.” suguru states, pumping his cock into your cute cunt a few more times until you cum all over his cock. your legs lock around his waist, pulling him into you. he releases his spend inside of you, grateful that his cock is keeping it all plugged up in your pussy. 

you think you’re imagining things when he presses his lips against yours sloppily, capturing your tongue and savoring the way you whimper. as he pulls away, there’s a stringy strand of saliva connecting your tongues obscenely. suguru looks down and notices some of his cum trickling out of you, hole too tiny to hold it all. 

he picks the leaking fluids up with his fingers, bringing it to your mouth. you accept, tasting the milky liquid on your tongue. he licks his lips at the sight displayed in front of him— from the way your eyes are cloudy with lust to the way your pussy is still wrapped around his length. at that moment, you feel how his cock has suddenly twitched back to life. 

“i may hate your guts, sweetheart,” he coos, thumb caressing your cheek. “but i’d be lying if i said i hate rearranging them.”

first work let it marinate for a bit oki 🧘‍♀️ © gumikang

[kwilit]

𝟭𝟴+ #𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 .ᐟ ★ 「 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 」 ©𝗸𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, the guy who works at the same campsite every summer since he's old enough to do so, the stubborn mule who grumbles all day but still helps if asked, the grumbler nicknamed "hero" by the kids because he once helped a cat stuck in a tree.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, who considers himself a normal person, just a regular simple man, but who attracts your attention since days.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 noticed you. Of course, he wasn't blind. It's not every day that someone buzz around him like an annoying mosquito. He doesn't really understand your interest even if his colleague, Eijiro sometimes called him irresistible.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, that you once found repainting an old fence, the perfect opportunity to talk to him, right ? You approached, smiling innocently as if you hadn't been following him everywhere he went since your arrival.

"Hi..."

He doesn't look at you, too focused on that damn fence, but after a few seconds of awkward silence, he blurts out "Can I help you ?" in a gruff tone.

You couldn't think straight when he looked so damn good like that. Yeah breath, improvisation's good too.

"No, uhm, but...maybe I could help ?"

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 knew you were talking about helping him with the fence's painting, but seeing you follow him like that had piqued his curiosity. That meant you liked him, right ? So he took his chance.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 ’s door was opened at an astonishing speed by the person who "was absolutely not waiting for your arrival" behind her. He invited you, his intentions were clear. You had come. He didn't want to seem defeatist, but he had a little trouble believing it. But you were there so he just grabbed you by the hips and kissed you.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 really knew how to use his tongue for something other than complaining. You've had proof of that for, what, a good half hour ? Well, thirty-four minutes and twenty-two seconds, but he doesn't count at all. Nothing. Not even your three (and almost four) orgasms.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 kept playing dominant guy while fucking you, and he was really good at it. His cock hit your sensitive spot every vigorous thrust, and he didn't neglect your clitoris either ! It was so intense and so good that he even lost the orgasms' count.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 covered you in slobbery kisses to thank you for helping him so much. To his surprise, the next morning he found only one note in your place: "My number. Call me if you need help."

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿 had now to admit that Eijiro was right, he was perhaps a little irresistible...

[yanderenightmare]

Bakugou Katsuki

♡ FMT: oneshot, 2k words

♡ TW: divorce, adultry-ish, morally injust side character with accounts of baby-trapping and gold-digging

♡ GN reader

You've been working for the Bakugou’s for about a year now. 

The madam, Mrs. Bakugou, has always been a strict employer, never quite satisfied with even your best effort.

You feel a little ashamed admitting you’re grateful you don’t see her a lot with how often she’s away on vacation—even though it makes you feel bad for Junior. 

Surprisingly, it’s Mr. Bakugou who’s the more reasonable out of the two. He may work a lot, but he tries his best making it home before dinnertime. And though he isn’t much of a talker, he’s at least cordial with you. Overall, he’s a good employer. Never outright saying thank you, but always tacking on a bonus to your salary as a silent acknowledgment of your hard work.

Or perhaps it’s a silent apology…

They argue a lot. Insults. Threats. Accusations. You name it. With their differences in lifestyle, it isn’t so surprising, even though it isn’t publicly known. You’d been made to sign a confidentiality agreement your first day. Back then, you’d thought of it as simple standard procedure, but you’d soon find out how necessary it really was.

Through unwilling eavesdropping you’ve pieced together the story about how the two of them ended up married, and it’s not a particularly nice one. 

Apparently, Mrs. Bakugou had been a fangirl of DynaMight back when his career had first started garnering attention. It’s not so different from the story they sell in the media—she was a lucky girl who made the young up-and-coming pro hero fall in love at first sight. Only, what they fail to say is that she was only supposed to be a fling. A one night stand that had ended in an unplanned pregnancy. 

You wouldn't feel comfortable judging her without giving her the benefit of the doubt. However, if you are to believe Mr. Bakugou’s accusations, she’d done the entire thing on purpose.

During your year of working for them, you’ve come to understand their relationship isn’t one made of love at all. That’s all just a front for the cameras. Nothing more. Behind closed doors, he just supplies her with enough money for her to leave him alone.

Though, for all the animosity he seems to hold for her, he doesn’t have any such feelings for Junior. No, quite the opposite. Despite being the product of a supposed baby-trap, you can see how much he loves the boy. In fact, you think the only reason he’s even bothered staying married to Mrs. Bakugou at all is for the sake of the child. 

You feel sorry for them—all three of them. You just hope they figure things out before Junior becomes old enough to start remembering things. Though, it wouldn't be your place to say such things.

Even so, you can tell Mr. Bakugou shares that sentiment. Despite being busy and for all his lack of tact, you can’t say he hasn’t tried making it work with the wife. But after so long, you can see it plain as day how drained he’s become. 

You can’t make out what they’re arguing about this time. You just hear the shrill screeching of Mrs. Bakugou as per usual before the tell-tale sound of the outer-door being slammed shut and the screeching of tires getting pulled out of the lot before driving off in a blazing fury. 

You’re happy none of it seems to wake Junior, lying in his crib all tuckered out.

It’s about time for you to leave, but it’s always a little awkward having to say your goodbye after one of their spats. Still, you can’t hide in the baby-room forever. And so, after giving it a while, you start making your way down the stairs.

You can hear Mr. Bakugou in the kitchen. It’s quiet aside from the gentle sounds of kitchen ware. 

“You can come out now,” he breaks the silence, calling you out before you even realize how you’d been all but hiding behind the wall.

Immediately, you spring out and apologize, “I'm sorry, I wasn’t eavesdropping or anything, I just—”

“It’s fine,” he says. No sign of anger in his countenance—at least none for you. If anything, he just looks tired.

Even so, you apologize again, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, sir.”

“You’re right. It won't,” he sighs, muttering, “‘Cause the bitch won't be here…”

You swallow thickly, feeling awkwardly jammed between a rock and a hard place—not wanting to speak out of turn, though not wanting to stay silent either out of fear of upsetting him. “I’m—”

“Is Junior asleep?” he asks then, still with his voice low in a way you haven’t really heard from him before.

“Yes, I just finished reading him Beacon of Hope so he’s sure to be dreaming until morning,” you answer, happy to be able to reply with anything at all and not just stand there twiddling your fingers while waiting to be dismissed from the unpleasant tension still lingering in the air left by the un-present party. 

Though, nervous as you are, you’re sure he must find it even more embarrassing. After all, it’s his dirty laundry being aired, not yours. You’re just there to witness it.

And yet, “So, you’re leaving?” is the question he asks next.

It’s unexpected. Typically, he keeps it short with a simple good night or by divulging something about your next payment. You’ve always figured he didn’t want anyone around to see the ugly reality, what with all the effort he spends hiding it from the media. But,  you don’t know… something about how lonely he sounds tells you he might not dislike your presence right now as much as you would have thought.

“Unless there was more you needed from me?” you say then, not wanting to be too presumptuous.

“I made dinner,” he states—not desperately, and yet, still a little hopeful as he lays out the offer, “Eat with me?”

It’s hard to describe him at that moment. Tired is still very much the key word, but there’s more to it. Exposed, vulnerable, even a little needy maybe—most likely knowing full well how in your right you would be to decline, given the circumstance. 

“Thank you, Mr. Bakugou. That’s really kind of you,” is what you say instead. Where, despite feeling at odds, you couldn't have brought yourself to say no—not when he looks like that, in such want of some comfort.

You make your way to the cupboards, taking out a plate for you both—proceeding to further deck the table while he finishes up with the final touches and sets it out between your seats. 

It’s dark outside now, and no one had made the effort of turning on a single lamp. And so, there the two of you were, caught in the moody atmosphere with the fireplace as the main source of light. 

It was very nearly a little romantic. 

The shameful thought immediately made you think about the madam, prompting you to speak, “I’m sure Mrs. Bakugou will come to her senses.”

Mr. Bakugou keeps eating, seemingly too busy with it to have heard you. For a moment, you think he might not offer up a reply, but then he says, still with no more exertion above a mutter, as though determined to quit spending any more of his energy on the subject, “It doesn't really matter what senses she comes to, I've made up my mind,” and yet, as he continues, his brows deepen into a furl and a pinch of that characteristic anger seeps back into his voice, “I don’t have the fucking time, and even if I did, I don't have the patience nor energy to cater to a spoiled—”

He stops himself before raising his voice too much.

And then he’s back to muttering again, “Excuse me, I shouldn't be—”

“No, that’s alright,” you interject. It’s uncomfortable seeing him so reduced, you decide. You much prefer him when he’s himself. “If I may say so, sir, I think… Well, I think it’s good to be honest.” 

He meets your eyes. No doubt, a little surprised by your sudden comment. Still, you don’t let that deter you. 

“Besides,” Call it a nanny’s intuition, but you can tell when someone’s in need of cheering up and, if you were to pat yourself on the back just a bit, you’d say you’re not so bad at making it happen either. “You’ll have more time to spend with Junior when you’re not busy entertaining other things.”

He blinks at that—his eyes a little bigger than what you’re used to, looking at you like you’d just said the last thing he had expected to hear. 

“Right,” he whispers before reclaiming his voice and stating, now louder, “Exactly. So you agree?”

His gaze is demanding, giving you his full attention now as though expecting you to elaborate even more.

Suddenly, you’re reminded of how out of place you were being—indirectly talking ill about the madam with her husband over dinner. That’s not something a decent person does.

You shake your head then, admonishing yourself. “Well, my opinion hardly matters.”

To which he insists, “Your opinion is all that matters.” He returns to eating, now with a little more vigour than he had earlier. “As part of the public, it’s good to know not everyone will witchhunt me for wrecking my own home with a divorce.”

Divorce? 

Is that what they’d been arguing about?

“Oh—right…” You’d thought it had been another fight regarding money or Junior. You didn’t know he’d been thinking about ending it.

“Scandals are a pain to deal with,” he says then. “But I think you’re right.”

Your brows cinch, looking at him in askance. Right about what?

“In the end, being honest is better.”

The amount of lines you feel being crossed is enough to make your head spin. The conversation… you don’t know… wasn’t it a little flirtatious just then? 

You spend the rest of dinner without saying anything more incriminating, finishing your plate in silence, trying your best to deny yourself the thrill and to convince yourself you were just imagining things.

And yet, despite your unease, he, for what it’s worth, seemed to have recovered just a bit from before. Though, still less intense than usual, now no longer so somber. Just calm.

The two of you maintain the silence as you gather the dishes. Only, where it was supposed to give you peace of mind with putting an end to the suggestive nature blossoming in your conversation, the deafening quiet had now adopted the same air—feeling thick with something unspoken while the both you brush against one another in ways you can’t say are entirely accidental, neither on your side or his.

You don’t know what you’re doing. You just know it’s not right. But it isn’t before the heat of his hand envelops yours when you both reach for the last remaining bowl, that you’re struck with the feeling that things have officially gotten out of control.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you excuse with a squeak. “I should probably be on—”

But before you can pull your hand to yourself, he commits to the touch and pulls you between himself and the counter.

“Remember what I said about scandals?” he ignores your sense of morality, having none left to spare within himself whatsoever because, just an hour ago, you’d helped set him free from all of it. Free from the burden of guilt and shame. 

And now, he only has one thought on his mind regarding how much he wants to thank you for it.

“Mr. Bakugou—” you whisper, feeling taken by the grip he has on your waist, and scared about how easily you seem to melt in it. But with the way your breaths mingle, making your head fog up, you can’t help but forget feeling ashamed in favor of wanting to indulge in it even more.

“I guess…” he continues when you don’t reject it. “We ought’a do our best and make this worth the headline.”

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[sweetpeachisms]

pro-hero! shoto todoroki who's the epitome of a young girl's dream, until he's behind closed doors with you. ↳ 0.7k (edited to fix errors) ↳ cw: established relationship (marriage), fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, implied marking, multiple positions & rounds, cum stuffing if you squint, implied quirk use

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Pro-hero Shoto, who’s the epitome of a man you’d be honoured to introduce your parents to. Someone who’s not only cool and collected, but the definition of a gentleman in everything he does.

If only the rest of society knew what he was really like behind closed doors when alone with you.

“Hah, Sho, please”. Your fingers threaded through his dual-coloured hair as you tried to anchor yourself to something, the feeling in your gut slowly starting to creep through your body, like electric sparks crackling from the tips of your fingers.

The long fingers that stretch your already wet cunt make your eyes roll. His tongue and lips tend to your swollen and overly sensitive clit like a man deprived of the sweetest substance known to man.

Heterochromia eyes that watch the way you squirm with a glint of pride as he feels your walls pulsate, your euphoria only moments away. “That’s it, princess, shit, Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze my fingers like they’re my cock”.

Those same fingers tap at the spongy spot deep inside as your back arches, a broken cry of his name falling from your lips as you shake, your nth orgasm of the night crashing through you.

Whose strong arms manoeuvre you with ease as he pulls you into position once he’s climbed on the bed beside you. Who helps lift you up before bringing you down, sheathing his cock in your still fluttering cunt. “Fuck, princess, you’re squeezing my cock like you’re never going to see me again”.

Who wastes no time wrapping his arms around your waist, snapping his hips up into you at inhumane speed as wet sloshing noises gain volume. “Listen to that baby, your pussy's so wet, just for me”.

Bated breaths and drawn-out moans, marks of red that litter milky, glowing skin. He looked handsome to you at the best of times, but he looked ethereal during moments like this. “My pretty little wife, going to fill you so full”. “Fuck, Sho, need to feel so full”.

Who pulls you in every position imaginable with such ease, it should scare you. Who suckles in your tits, nipples rolled between teeth and tongue as you push your chest out further, folding into the pleasure you can feel. Who likes to bite, suck and mark inches of your skin until all he can see is him.

Who, when all is said and done, pulls you into the lotus position as he holds you close, tilting your head as he gazes into your eyes. Who kisses you passionately as he helps guide your hips, rutting up into you as he feels the walls of your pussy pulsate. Breaking the kiss to smile softly. “Shit, baby, squeezing my cock so good. Fuck, gonna fill you so full of me”. “Please, hah, need to be dripping your cum for days, Sho”.

Strong thrusts that come to a sudden halt as you feel the cock deep within you twitch, heat flooding through your pussy and into your very being. Whimpers of need sounding as you grip onto him, arms wrapped around his neck as you both pant.

Who uses the endurance training he had to his advantage, needing very little downtime between rounds, making sure to plug your cunt to stop any of his seed from slipping out. Who loves the feeling of being the only one to have ever claimed you in such a way, no other man will ever stuff you like he does.

Shoto Todoroki, the number two hero, who’s the epitome of every young girl's dream man, the one who they’d want to take back home with them.

Shoto Todoroki, who’s also insatiable when it comes to you. Who loves to draw out whimpers and moans, broken cries of his name as he pumps you full of his seed until you think you’re going to burst. Who likes to grin wickedly as you squirm but soothes you with his deep voice when he’s taking care of you after pound town.

Who not only uses his quirk to save people, to help those in need, but also uses it when he’s dicking you down in bed. Who proves that you can look like he does, and be a completely different person behind closed doors.

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[katsukicecream]

Extra credit (3.4k)

synopsis: bakugou is assigned to visit an elementary school every friday as part of a new hero outreach program. he hates kids… or at least he thinks he does.

cw: fluff, slow burn romance, prohero!bakugou and teacher!reader, light teasing/banter, bakugou being bakugou, canon-typical hero themes, eventual romance

a/n: this is a series! and also my very first fic i hope you guys like it :) 🩷 title is uh…work in progress. pt2 is now posted!

“Dynamight, you’re going to be late!” The anxious woman hurried after him, clutching a clipboard against her chest along with a precarious stack of folders ready to spill from her arms.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Katsuki scoffs at his assistant, barely sparing her a glance as he slowly maneuvers his gauntlets on his fingers, twisting his hand in a careful motion as to not scratch the callous skin of his fingers as they click into place.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just..” his assistant shuffled, struggling to keep pace. A few months in and she still hadn’t adjusted to her new job working for the Number 2 Pro Hero. A part of her had hoped the abrasive personality she saw on TV and in interviews was just exaggerated for cameras.

It wasn’t.

“You know those kids are really excited to meet you today.”

That earns another scoff from the hero, but this time slightly amused.

“Bet your ass they are.” He jabbed a thumb at his chest, smug grin plastered across his face. “Kids love me.”

His assistant winced. His confidence was..impressive. I guess this is the type of ego it takes to become number two hero, she thought.

With a quiet sigh, she adjusted the folders in her arms and continued trailing after him, praying that Dynamight made it to school before the principal called her angrily.

“Right, before I forget,” she hurriedly flips through her collection of documents before landing on today’s schedule, “Today you’re visiting Sakura Elementary. Third grade.”

“Hm.”

“Room 35. Y/N L/N’s class.” She glanced up at him, “The principal has your visitor pass ready.”

Another noncommittal grunt.

She hesitates before adding, “And I know you don’t look at your emails so please don’t forget.”

Katsuki shot her a flat look. Probably the first look he’s actually given her today. “I look at my emails.”

She clears her throat, “Mr. Dynamight, you have two hundred and seventy eight unread messages.”

“They’re unread for a reason.”

“Just..please don’t be late.” She pinches the skin in between her eyebrows, her posture now slumped over the stack of god knows what she has in her hands. “Okay? Thanks.” His assistant surrenders before turning her back and making her exit. Bakugou furrows his brows at the slight annoyance in her tone as she shuffles out of his office.

Brat. Whatever. Guess it’s time to go see more brats.

“And what is something if it’s neither a liquid nor a solid?”

You looked out at your class of eight-year-olds, who were completely out of control today.

Usually during your lessons they sat in a neat half-circle, criss cross applesauce, their tiny faces turned toward you as they eagerly shouted answers to your questions in unison. Today, however, was the complete opposite thanks to the Hero Commission.

The idea was simple: The Hero Classroom Program had been introduced a few years ago as part of the Hero Public Safety Commission’s push to strengthen relationships between heroes and civilians. Instead of only appearing during emergencies, pro heroes were assigned to local schools to teach students about hero work, quirk safety, emergency preparedness, and what it truly meant to protect others.

It was supposed to help children understand that heroes were more than just flashy costumes and powerful quirks.

Though, based on your students’ behavior today, you were pretty sure they’d forgotten that last part.

“Miss L/N, I’m so boooooored.” You turned toward a student who had his head tipped dramatically toward the ceiling as if he were suffering through the most difficult moment of his life.

“Yeah, didn’t you say the hero was coming?” Another tiny voice added.

At the mention of his name, the rest of the class immediately perked up.

“Yeah!”

“When is he coming?”

“Is he here yet?”

You let out a deep sigh, trying very hard not to roll your eyes in front of twenty eight-year-olds.

In theory, it was a wonderful program.

In practice, it meant that every Friday afternoon, your classroom became the most anticipated room in the entire school. Because your assigned hero was Dynamight. The same pro hero whose name appeared across every news channel, whose explosive quirk had earned him a reputation as one of the strongest heroes of his generation.

And, unfortunately for you, the same pro hero who had a reputation for being… difficult.

You weren’t worried about his abilities. No one could deny that Dynamight was an incredible hero. But being a hero and being a teacher were two very different things.

Kids needed patience. They need someone who can explain things without making them feel stupid. They need someone who understands that a nervous question wasn’t a waste of time and that sometimes the same explanation had to be given five different ways before it clicked.

You just hoped Dynamight understood that too.

You waited patiently, letting the murmuring die down before speaking again. “I know everyone’s excited.”

“YEAAHHHH!” The entire class shouted in unison.

“But if Dynamight walks in and sees a room full of students who can’t follow directions…”

The classroom slowly fell silent.

You let the quiet linger, scanning each tiny, chubby face on the carpet before continuing. “…he’ll think you’re all still in kindergarten.”

The room immediately erupted in outrage. Students crossing their arms and making pouty faces at the thought of being mistaken for a mere five year old.

“We’re THIRD graders!” A students voice rang louder than the rest.

“Exactly. Besides, guys…” You crossed your arms firmly. “He’s only here for an hour.”

A wave of dramatic groans filled the classroom.

You smiled to yourself. You loved the playful banter you had with your students, the way they argued with you like they were your own age.

“Unless Dynamight can teach you guys about the three states of matter, we’re finishing this lesson before he gets here.”

More groans.

But then—

BANG. BANG. BANG.

And the room goes completely silent.

The second the knock echoed through the room, twenty heads snapped toward the door.

Yours was one of them.

Twenty-one.

You blink, looking toward the entrance. Of course, right when you finally got them focused.

The door slid open. Pro Hero Dynamight filled the doorway, broad-shouldered and unmistakable in his hero costume. You wouldn’t say he looked better than he did on TV. Just… real.

Close enough to notice the faint color variation in the scar across his face. The faded scuffs and scratches worn into his gear, and the small marks scattered across his arms. Very muscular arms. You were definitely not staring.

Before you could even process what had happened, twenty tiny bodies launched themselves off, racing toward the broad man at the doorway with the type of excitement kids usually reserve for Disneyworld and birthday parties.

You barely had time to react before a small crowd surrounded him.

“He’s here!”

“Can you make an explosion right now?”

“He’s so much taller in person!”

“Dynamight, look at my quirk!”

You opened your mouth to scold the children, ready to apologize on their behalf for overwhelming a pro hero who had barely stepped foot into the classroom. But your words died as soon as your eyes fix over on the pro hero.

You expected irritation. Maybe yelling? Maybe a very public reminder that he was, in fact, a professional hero and not a classroom attraction.

Instead, he simply stood there, calm despite the swarm of tiny bodies surrounding him. He held his arms out slightly, more focused on protecting his hair and keeping his equipment out of reach than pushing any child away.

“Tch. You guys are loud.” He grunted. There was a slight smirk creeping at his lips.

But then he crouches down slightly to meet the kids at their level, lowering one of the heavy gauntlets carefully. He disconnects the gauntlet, a crisp click disengaging it from his forearm. He sets the machinery down in the circle of children, giving them a closer look. Their tiny heads peering down in awe.

“Don’t touch the trigger mechanism.” His voice is firm as he points at the tiny notch in his gauntlet, “It’s not a toy.”

The kids immediately fell silent around him, listening.

“This equipment’s built specifically for my quirk. It’s heavy, it’s dangerous, and there’s a reason only trained professionals use it.” His voice was rough, a low deep grumble escaping his throat with every few words he spoke. A few students nodded seriously, others stared in awe at the Pro Hero in front of them.

“But you can look.” The Pro Heroes voice rumbled as a smirk spread across his face.The classroom exploded again.

Your eyebrows lifted. Interesting. “Ok, ok everyone back to your spots,” you called out in the midst of the chaos, clapping your hands, “Dynamight just got here and I don’t think you guys have given him a polite welcome.”

The students slowly began returning to the carpet, though not without sneaking a few last glances at his gauntlets.

Bakugo watched them settle down, then looked back at you.

The room had been complete chaos thirty seconds ago. Now every student was sitting exactly where they were supposed to be.They just.. listened.

You caught his stare. “Something wrong?”

“No.” His eyes flicked briefly toward the students before returning to you. “You’re good at that.”

You blinked. “At what?”

“Getting them to shut up.”

A giggle escaped you before you could stop it “That’s one way to compliment my teaching.”

He shrugged, leaning against the wall behind him. “Wasn’t a compliment.”

“Of course not.”

The smallest hint of amusement crossed his face.

You walked toward the front of the room and extended your hand. “I’m Y/N L/N. Third grade teacher and apparently the person responsible for making sure these guys don’t destroy your equipment.”

You were used to seeing him on television, frozen in action shots or surrounded by explosions, but in person, he was much more imposing. He was taller than you expected, broad shoulders stretching against the fabric of his hero costume. You tried not to let his arms distract you this time, they were thick with muscle, the kind that came from years of training rather than simply having a powerful quirk.

Bakugo looked down at your hand for a second before taking it. “Katsuki Bakugo.” His voice was rough and gravelly.

“I know.” A pause. Then you smiled.

Most people reacted to him in one of two ways; either they were intimidated or completely starstruck.

You were neither. Bakugo found that interesting.

“Alright, everyone,” you announced, turning back to the class. “Let’s properly welcome Dynamight before he thinks our classroom is always this chaotic.”

A student immediately raised their hand. “Miss Y/N, it is always this chaotic.”

You sighed. “Thank you for proving my point.”

Bakugo let out a quiet scoff.

And for some reason, he got the feeling he was enjoying this more than he expected.

Pro Hero Dynamight planted himself at the front of the classroom like he owned it. Feet shoulder-width apart, distracting arms crossed over his broad chest, he didn’t say a word at first. He didn’t have to. The room had already gone quiet.

You leaned against your desk with a palm on your cheek, watching with mild curiosity.

“Alright,” he said, his gaze sweeping over the class. “Since you all practically begged to have me here, try using those ears instead of just shoutin’.”

Every student immediately sat up straighter. Well. That was one way to establish authority.

“The first thing you need to know about being a hero,” Bakugo continued, “is that having a strong quirk doesn’t automatically make you a good hero. Any idiot can blow something up.” He paused. “…Trust me, I’ve met plenty.”

A few kids giggled.

One hand shot into the air. Bakugo sighed before pointing at him. “What?”

The boy nearly bounced out of his seat. “Are you stronger than All Might?”

The room buzzed instantly. A dozen heads turned toward Bakugo, waiting. You had to bite the inside of your cheek.

Oh, this should be good.

Bakugo stared at the kid for a long, silent second. “…That’s your takeaway?”

“But are you?” Several students nodded eagerly.

“Who’s stronger?”

“Could you beat him?”

Bakugo pinched the bridge of his nose. “You brats really only care about who’s got the bigger punch.”

“…Yeah,” the class answered in perfect unison. You had to cover your mouth before your giggle escaped.

Bakugo let out an exasperated sigh, dropping his arms. “Listen up. Being a hero isn’t about being the strongest person in the room.”

The class settled almost instantly.

“It’s about knowing when to use your strength.” His voice lost its usual bite, turning unexpectedly serious, “You can have the strongest quirk on the planet, but if you panic, ignore instructions, or get innocent people hurt, you’re dead weight.”

The students listened without a single interruption.

“Real heroes stay calm. They think before they act. They protect people first. Power comes with responsibility. Forget that, and it doesn’t matter how strong you are.”

You glanced around, surprised. Your students could barely sit through afternoon reading time, yet somehow they’d hung on every word.

“So. First thing you do in an emergency?”

Hands shot into the air.

“Stay calm!”

“Listen to instructions!”

“Help people!”

A small girl near the back yelled, “Don’t ask if you’re stronger than All Might!”

The room erupted into laughter.

A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of Bakugo’s mouth before it disappeared just as quickly. “…Correct.”

The kids beamed like they’d won a prize. You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. He was blunt. Loud. Rough around the edges. But he knew exactly how to work with children.

You lowered your gaze back to the paperwork on your desk, pretending you weren’t paying him just a little more attention than when he’d walked in.

The classroom slowly emptied, the last few students calling out their goodbyes as they disappeared into the hallway.

“Bye, Dynamight!”

“Come back next Friday!”

“Remember my question about your explosions!”

Bakugo stood near the door, looking mildly overwhelmed by the amount of attention being thrown his way. “Yeah, yeah. I heard you.” He said under his breath, staring down at each child’s bashful and excited expressions as they skipped out of the classroom.

Once the door finally closed behind the last student, the room fell into a peaceful silence. You turned around, starting to collect the scattered things from your students’ desks.

“Well.”

Bakugo glanced over. “Well?”

“You survived.”

“Obviously.” He said in a tone akin to one of your students.

You smiled at yourself, shuffling a few papers between your hands. “I wasn’t sure. They were pretty determined to take apart your hero costume.”

“They were curious.” Bakugo found himself watching you as you moved around the classroom, quietly gathering the aftermath of their excitement. You went from desk to desk, collecting forgotten papers, stray pieces of trash, and the random miscellaneous items the kids had somehow managed to leave behind.

You were just there, sleeves pushed up, hair slightly messy from managing a classroom full of kids, talking to him like he was just another person.

You glanced up and caught him staring. “Seriously, thank you. This means a lot to them. I’m sure they’ll all be very excited to see you again next week.”

A brief flash of sincerity crossed Bakugou's face before he turned away, giving nothing but his usual deep grunt in response.

“Don’t sound too touched.” You joke.

“Trust me I'm not.” The Pro Hero huffs. Kids weren’t exactly his thing. They were loud, messy, and had absolutely no concept of when to stop talking. Being a teacher would probably be his last choice of profession.

“Right.” You started back towards your desk with a neat stack of papers in hand, unable to wipe away the smile that had crept its way on your face. “You know, I was expecting you to scare them.”

"Did I?" There was a slight note of concern in his voice, a rare hesitation that you weren’t expecting.

"No."

The answer came too quickly. Bakugou noticed.

"And what does that mean?"

You look at him, earnest expression, "It means you're really good with them, better than I thought you’d be if I’m being honest."

Another scoff. “They weren’t that bad.”

You glanced up at Bakugo with the smugest smirk he’d probably ever seen. Which was saying something, considering he was pretty sure he’d perfected the look himself.

He immediately realized what he’d admitted. “What?”

You giggled, quickly trying to muffle it under your breath before you could further irritate the Pro Hero. It did not work.

“Nothing,” you said, still fighting the smile tugging at your lips. “I’m just glad you liked them.”

He took a pause before answering. You weren’t facing him anymore, but you could feel his crimson eyes staring down your back like a laser. “I tolerated them.” He grunts.

“You answered every question they asked.”

“They asked.”

“You explained your gauntlets.”

“They wanted to know.”

“You drew a diagram.”

A pause. Bakugo looked away from you even though you weren’t even facing him, his voice a little quieter than before. “They were curious.”

Your smile widened. This will be an interesting school year.

The room went quiet for a moment. He looked at you. And annoyingly, he didn’t have a comeback.

“You always this annoying?” he asked finally.

You turned around to face him, finger rested on your chin pretending to consider it. “Only with people who deserve it.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth before he could stop it. He quickly masked it with another scoff, like that somehow made the reaction less obvious.

“Guess I’m special, then.” The words came out almost casually, but the slight curve of his mouth gave away the teasing behind them. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to flirt a little bit with the cute teacher, especially when she seemed far too amused by him already.

You blinked. Bakugou smiled, amused at the fact that he was finally able to throw you off.

Bakugou sighed. Somehow, one hour with a classroom full of kids with too much energy had managed to drain him more than a full day of patrol.

By the time Bakugou returned to the agency, he was already halfway to his office when his assistant hurried after him, clipboard tucked against her chest as she followed close behind.

The second he stepped inside, she was right there behind him. “So?”

Bakugo didn’t stop walking. “So what?”

“How was the Hero Classroom Program?”

“Loud.”

The second he answered, she scribbled something down on her clipboard, “Right.”

He dropped his gauntlets onto his desk and sat down, leaning back in his chair. “The kids were annoying.” He sighed, dragging both hands down his tired face.

“Also expected.” She scribbled again.

Usually, after events like this, he complained. About the schedule. About the questions. About how much noise he had to deal with. But this time, he wasn’t.

“…Anything else?”

Bakugo looked over at her. “No.” A pause. Then, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it, “The teacher’s alright.”

His assistant blinked, pen freezing mid-note. “The teacher?” She glanced up at him.

He immediately frowned. “What?”

“Nothing.” The assistant’s head flipped back down to her notes, pushing her thick framed glasses up to the top of her nose bridge. The teacher, huh?

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “She’s good with the kids. That’s it.” She hadn’t even asked him about the teacher. I mean, she’s a teacher, of course she’s good with kids.

Instead of a response she gave a slight smile, shifting her clipboard in her arms as she continued scribbling down god knows what in her notes. “What’s her name again?”

Bakugo paused, just for a second.

“L/N.” He ignores how his assistant should already know your name.

The timid woman looked up, because he actually remembered. And she at least knew him well enough to know that meant something.

Bakugo noticed her expression and immediately looked away. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Tch.”

Later that night, Bakugou sat at his desk, going through the schedule for the following week’s assignment.

He should’ve been focused on the details; the class schedule, the lesson plans, everything he needed to know before stepping back into a room full of loud, unpredictable kids.

Instead, his thoughts kept drifting back. To the way the students had actually listened. To the way you’d watched him, clearly expecting something completely different. And, annoyingly, the way he was pretty sure he caught you oggling at his arms on more than one occasion.

Bakugou smirked slightly to himself, looking back down at the schedule in front of him.

Annoying. He had better things to think about.

And yet, when he reached her name on the schedule, his eyes lingered a second longer than necessary. He stared at it for a moment before quickly moving on.

Whatever. She’s just some teacher.

Part 2

[kaccharine]

katsuki as your college bf

🪼 — bkg. k x f!reader | quirkless-college au | fluff | headcanons

★ College bf!Katsuki who is in his third year of college, taking up engineering. He’s also been part of the soccer team since his freshman year, and now that he’s a junior, he has become the team’s captain.

★ College bf!Katsuki who is two years older than you. He’s also your neighbor, so you’ve known each other for years. And since you’re younger than him, his friends— aside from Izuku, don’t know much about you and your relationship with Katsuki. They only get to know you once you start attending the same university as them, finally putting a face to the person Katsuki had been talking about sometimes.

★ College bf!Katsuki who has been insanely popular with the ladies from different departments since his freshman year. They’d slip love letters into his locker or sometimes personally hand him an energy drink after practice. Unfortunately for them, Katsuki flatly rejected every confession, saying there was already someone else.

★ College bf!Katsuki who somehow created a rumor during his second year, about him having a girlfriend because he kept rejecting everyone who confessed to him. What they don’t know is that he wanted you to become his girlfriend so badly— he just never had the courage to ask you out.

★ College bf!Katsuki who finally got the courage to ask you out on a date right before you entered college. So when the first day of classes came— with him as a junior and you as a freshman, people were surprised to see Katsuki walking around campus with a girl without his usual grumpy expression.

★ College bf!Katsuki who never actually tells anyone he has a girlfriend. People figure it out by watching how he interacts with you— they just connect the dots. They finally understand why Katsuki has been rejecting those girls all this time. And whenever his friends or classmates ask him if the two of you are dating, he just answers with a casual “yeah.”

★ College bf!Katsuki who insists on walking you to your class while carrying your bag if it gets too heavy with your laptop and books. Sometimes, he’s even seen holding a small paper bag from a nearby cafe with your favorite pastry inside. Him walking you to class would occasionally make him late by three minutes, but none of his teachers care since he’s always at the top of the class anyway.

★ College bf!Katsuki who intimidates any guy who gets too close or flirty with you. He quietly hovers behind you whenever someone is taking too much of your time, making them know you’re taken by subtly resting a hand on your lower back or around your waist.

★ College bf!Katsuki who isn’t a big fan of PDA but gladly holds your hand or rests an arm over your shoulders when you walk together. And if the hallway is getting too crowded, he’ll walk in front of you, holding your hand as he guides you through the crowd.

★ College bf!Katsuki who knows all the quiet spots around campus. He’ll take you there whenever you both have an hour or two between classes just to relax together. It’s also where he can hug you, hold you, or steal a kiss without a lot of people watching,

★ College bf!Katsuki who waits for your classes to end every day. Since he has a soccer practice after his own classes, he can’t walk you home, so he waits until you’re dismissed just to say goodbye properly before heading to practice.

★ College bf!Katsuki who sometimes asks you to wait for him until practice is over. Usually, you’ll sit on a nearby bench doing your school or watching the team scrimmage. And during water breaks, he’ll jog over and sit beside you under the excuse of taking a drink— where he purposely left his water bottle with you just so he could come over.

★ College bf!Katsuki who tutors you in the subjects you’re not good at. It’s common knowledge that Katsuki is incredibly smart, constantly ranking in the top three of the engineering department. Although, what’s surprising is how good he is at teaching. He’ll take you back to his dorm and patiently teach you through every problem until you understand it. He’ll then leave you completely flustered when he compliments you every now and then— “good girl.”

★ College bf!Katsuki who takes you out to your favorite diners whenever you ace a major quiz or an exam, saying it’s a celebration for surviving and studying hard. And if you try to tell him he doesn’t have to “reward” you every time, he’ll just brush it off and say you earned it.

★ College bf!Katsuki who sometimes sits in on your classes whenever he has free time. He’s not there to disrupt the class or distract you from learning— he just sits beside you, quietly working on his own assignments or projects.

★ College bf!Katsuki who knows your entire schedule by heart even though you never gave him a copy of it. He just memorized it after walking you to class so many times. So whenever he hears that one of your professors canceled a lecture, he’ll immediately text you to ‘meet me at the spot.’

★ College bf!Katsuki who takes you to every one of his soccer matches. He insists that you wear his away-jersey and makes sure you sit near his team’s bench. And before every match officially begins, he’ll come over to collect what he calls his “good luck kiss.”

★ College bf!Katsuki who also takes you to every after-party whenever his team wins. He stays by your side most of the night, but if you insist on him having fun with his friends, he’ll make sure you’re always within his line of sight, making sure you’re safe and enjoying with your girl friends.

★ College bf!Katsuki who always has a black hair tie around his left wrist because you kept forgetting yours. He knows how annoyed you get whenever strands of hair fall into your face while you’re trying to take notes, or when the heat and sweat makes your hair stick to the back of your neck. And just when you start looking for your hair tie, you remember you forgot it again for the nth time. Without fail, Katsuki will give you the one from his wrist.

★ College bf!Katsuki who makes bento boxes for the both of you. The two of you always eat together at your favorite lunch spot. 80% of the time, Katsuki cooks something spicy. At first, you could only handle the milder version of his cooking, but now your spice tolerance is waaay higher. What you don’t know is that he’s been increasing the spice level just a little everyday.

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[sukunahs]

alpine divorce | ryomen sukuna

pairing: mountaineer!sukuna x reader

summary: when your boyfriend abandons you on the side of a mountain you find solace in the form of a pink-haired mountaineer who comes to your rescue

word count: 11k

content: 18+ mdni, smut, modern au, mountaineering/hiking, reader is dating naoya :(, abusive bf, misogyny, injury, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, cheating (kind of? reader's relationship with naoya is essentially done), semi-public sex (in a tent), piv, fingering, soft!sukuna

a/n: thinking about this scenario was the only thing that got me through my own miserable mountain experience and food poisoning last week :(

You’d joined the mountaineering club out of a desire to connect more with your boyfriend. 

He was an experienced mountaineer - the type of person who’d been climbing peaks with his family since he was a kid, and you’d thought he’d be happy to be able to go on those adventures with you. You’d figured it could be one of those interests that you shared. Something you could do together. 

Dismissal had been the emotion you’d been met with when you first told him you’d joined. It had been a scoff paired with an off-handed statement about how you weren’t cut out for all that. 

Maybe, if you’d had more sense, you would’ve broken up with Naoya in that moment and saved yourself a whole lot of trouble. Instead, just like always, you made excuses for him. You figured he was just having a bad day - that you just needed to prove yourself to him and then he’d be happy to have you as a climbing buddy. 

He was just concerned about your skill. That was all. 

So you’d worked hard at the club - learned plenty of skills, did plenty of hours in the gym, made dozens of friends with the other club members to ensure you weren’t dependent on Naoya to teach you everything. 

You tried to ignore how uninterested your boyfriend seemed in your progress, tried to ignore the way he’d flirt with the other women at the club - you were sure he’d be so impressed with you on your first major outing to Mount Hotaka that he’d forget about everything else and be pleased with you for once. 

That was all you wanted, for him to be proud of you outside of the offhanded thanks he’d give whenever you’d make him dinner. 

Your first trip out to the mountain had several people in attendance. Beyond you and Naoya there were a handful of women from the club who you’d grown close with: Shoko, Utahime and Yuki, and then a few men. There were a couple of older guys you didn’t know very well, and then a few in your age range who had been helping develop your skills - the most notable of that group being Sukuna, who had dedicated lots of time to teaching you knowledge that Naoya had brushed aside. 

It had surprised you at first, that the hulking pink-haired man had any interest in helping you do anything. Others in the club had claimed that he tended to be aloof, harsh and generally unfriendly - and while he was harsh in his teachings, unfriendly was certainly not the word you’d use to describe him. 

He’d gone out of his way to help you, chasing away others like Satoru with the claim that they were ‘too stupid to teach you right’. Spending hours at your side, he’d taught you all you needed to know about equipment, rope skills and climbing. He wouldn’t provide praise unless it was deserved, but once you’d finally started getting things right he’d always made sure you knew he was pleased with you. 

It was praise you were desperately starved for, praise you’d love to receive from your boyfriend, and you were ashamed to admit that Sukuna’s simple compliments lingered in your mind for longer than they should have.

You’d grown rather fond of him since joining the mountaineering club, even despite his somewhat prickly demeanour to everyone else, you felt he was someone you could rely on, someone who wouldn’t call you stupid for asking him questions. Even if he’d sometimes tease you for getting upset or frustrated for not understanding something, he’d still take the time to help you understand. 

Unlike Naoya, who would roll his eyes and once again point out how unfit you were for something as involved as mountain climbing. 

The comparison between the two was something you found yourself making more and more often, eyes straying over to your pink-haired friend when he wasn’t looking, your stomach flipping when he’d speak to you, or when he’d place a large hand on your shoulder in congratulations at a task done well. 

You knew it was wrong, chastising yourself whenever the thought of Sukuna would stray into your mind late at night while Naoya was snoring away next to you. Not only did you have a boyfriend, but you were certain Sukuna didn’t think of you in anything beyond a friendly manner anyway.

So you kept those feelings locked deep within your chest and tried to focus on why you were in the club in the first place - to prove to your boyfriend that you’d make a good partner for his mountain expeditions, to prove that you were worth more to him than being a glorified maid in his house.

The first few hours of the hike, starting in the early morning, had gone by fairly uneventfully. Your training had paid off and your legs felt good as you winded up through valleys and fields, trailing a little behind the group of boys, favouring a slightly slower pace and jovial conversation amongst the girls. 

Despite Naoya’s reluctance for you to join the club, you felt like it was where you were supposed to be. You loved being out in nature - taking in the fresh air and drinking from mountain streams, wandering along with like-minded people and encouraging each other along through the gruelling uphills. 

It wasn’t until late afternoon that things started to get more difficult, with the altitude creeping steadily up, and the group stumbling across snow fields that still hadn’t melted in the late spring air. It was nothing you weren’t prepared for, but with everyone feeling a great deal more tired than they had in the morning hours, the pace slowed considerably. 

A group of the more experienced men ended up going on ahead at a quicker pace, saying they’d get the next big section of uphill completed and scout out a good camping spot for the night, since the plan was to make a summit push in the early morning to watch the sunrise. 

You didn’t mind that so much - you didn’t like the feeling of slowing them down and that arrangement meant that you could keep going at a comfortable pace without feeling stressed about it. The girls you were with were perfectly experienced in their own right, and Naoya had chosen to hang behind with you anyway rather than going on ahead. 

That was a decision that you’d convinced yourself was on account of him wanting to keep an eye on you, but a part of you believed it was really because he didn’t get along with any of the men at the club. 

Or perhaps it was just so he could keep staring at Yuki’s ass like he had been for the entire hike up to that point. 

The next couple of hours were difficult, and everyone grew more withdrawn under the effort of a constant uphill - facing switchback after switchback with no clarity on how far you had to go beneath a freshly settled blanket of fog lowering the visibility. Shoko had been struggling for a while, and after an extended rest on a rock decided that it was best if she turned back and camped somewhere lower in the valley. 

She’d been having issues with her lungs and didn’t think it was wise to keep going. 

At her decision, Utahime also suggested that she wanted to go back, mentioning that she also didn’t feel in the best physical condition, and Yuki insisted on going back with the two of them to make sure they got back down safely. You’d considered joining them, but you were still feeling good both physically and mentally and were keen to continue upwards towards the peak. 

Considering Naoya’s experience, you were certain that the two of you would be fine even without the girls, so you waved them off and continued upwards into the mist, eager to reconnect with the other half of your group and get settled with Naoya in the tent for the night. 

—

Sukuna had found a pretty good camping spot. He was pretty sure it was in a similar position to where he’d set up on his solo winter ascent a couple of years before - a location that should be downright comfy in the mild spring weather. 

Assuming that weather stayed mild. 

It was hard to tell through all the fog, but he was almost sure he could see dark clouds rolling high in the sky. He hoped he was wrong. There hadn’t been a storm on the forecast, and if one was to roll in that could make for a very harrowing evening, especially for people like you who’d had little experience of the mountains. 

He hoped one bad night wouldn’t be enough to put you off entirely. 

“Yuki just radioed.” Satoru called out to him. “She, Shoko and Utahime are all going back down. The others are still coming I think.” 

Sukuna hummed in affirmation as he moved to set up his tent. He wished it could’ve just been you coming up, rather than you and your shithead boyfriend, but he supposed he’d rather you have a buddy in the mountains than be out there alone. If he’d had things his way, he would’ve hung back with you for the whole duration of the hike, but he didn’t need people casting suspicions on his actions. 

He’d already received some strange looks over his eagerness to teach you - the last thing he needed was the rumor mill in full operation. 

Even if the rumor mill was right in this case. 

He liked you. He really liked you. 

Feelings that he needed to keep to himself, because your boyfriend was one jealous asshole, and he was almost confident that any sign of flirting on Sukuna’s part would have Naoya taking out his anger and jealousy on you, which was the last thing he wanted. He wasn’t sure what you saw in that guy, but god, Sukuna wanted to bash his teeth in. 

He’d been watching it for months now - the depressing life you lived in which you’d excitedly bound over to Naoya to show him something you’d learned only for him to react with total disregard. Sukuna had watched the light in your eyes flicker and die each time, doing his best to control the rage boiling in his chest. 

You deserved better than that fucker. 

But he got the sense that you weren’t able to see that. 

Almost everyone had set up their tents, laughing and joking and tearing into provisions by the time Naoya appeared from the mist. A couple of hours had passed since the group first found the camping spot, and Satoru welcomed him enthusiastically as he stepped into the clearing. He looked surprisingly exhausted for a man who was supposed to be experienced. 

Sukuna’s red eyes scanned the fog, waiting for you to appear behind the man. His chest squeezed when only silence followed, no sign of your presence in the mist. 

“Is it only you?” Satoru asked, voicing the very question that was on the tip of Sukuna’s tongue. 

“Yeah, the girls went down,” Naoya responded nonchalantly, shrugging off his backpack. “Is there a good place for me to set up?” Satoru’s lips parted, as if to question the man’s statement, considering Yuki had relayed specific names, but he clearly thought better of it, nodding and pointing Naoya in the direction of a clear patch of dirt for him to pitch his tent. 

Sukuna wasn’t so happy to shrug it off. 

“Yuki only said she was going down with Utahime and Shoko,” he called out to Naoya. The man turned to look at him, irritation shining in his amber eyes. Sukuna was well aware that Naoya despised him just as much as he despised Naoya. 

“They all went. Think I don’t know where my own girlfriend is?” Naoya snapped. 

Sukuna stared him down for a moment before leaving him be, heading over to Satoru and asking for the radio. Speaking into it, he called out for Yuki, praying that they were still within a reasonable range to pick up his voice. 

He was met with only silence, cursing under his breath at the realisation that they were probably all the way back in the valley by that point and likely impossible to reach. His crimson gaze fell to Naoya once more, watching him hum as he set up his tent without a care in the world. 

Something in the pit of Sukuna’s stomach told him that there was something wrong. You hadn’t gone back with Yuki. You’d been so happy all day, so excited about your first major peak. Not only that, but you’d been in good condition - he’d been watching you whenever he could, he’d been proud at how well you were doing. 

You wouldn’t have turned back. And if you had, Yuki would’ve listed your name when she was heading down. Yuki was no newcomer to the mountains - she was responsible and experienced and she always emphasised the importance of good communications. And if you’d have turned back any later, Naoya should’ve gone with you - it's what any sensible person would’ve done. 

But he was here, and you weren’t. And you hadn’t gone with Yuki. So you were alone. 

Sukuna’s first instinct was to bash Naoya’s head in. He wanted to walk over there and silence that bastard’s humming with a well placed rock to the head. What kind of a man - an experienced mountaineer, no less - would abandon their inexperienced girlfriend on the side of a mountain? 

It wasn’t like Sukuna doubted your ability. He’d taught you all you needed to know, but putting those things into practice alone, at altitude, and in adverse weather was a whole other thing. 

Instead of doing anything about Naoya, he parked that issue temporarily and quickly moved to dismantle his own tent. He wasn’t going to sit there and do nothing while your location was unaccounted for. Even if you had gone down shortly after Yuki, even if you’d made it back to the valley by yourself, he wasn’t going to roll the dice on your life. 

He’d go back the way they’d come and he’d walk until he found you - even if that happened to be safe and sound at the bottom of the mountain. 

“What’re you doing?” Satoru asked, hovering as Sukuna put his stuff back into his pack. Naoya had stopped to watch, a sneer on his already ugly face. 

“I don’t think she went down with Yuki. I need to make sure the boyfriend of the year over there didn’t leave her in some bad situation,” Sukuna explained.

“Oh my god, she’s fine.” Naoya snapped from across the campsite. “Yuki just misspoke, she went down with them. Why is it your problem anyway? It's not like she’s your girlfriend.” 

The defensive edge to the man’s voice told Sukuna all he needed to know, and he ignored the jabs in favour of packing up more quickly. He didn’t want it to get too dark - if something bad had happened and you didn’t have your headlamp on it would be impossible to find you at night. 

Unfortunately, Naoya seemed to have no interest in letting up. “I mean seriously? You’re actually doing this? I know you wanna fuck her but she’s always been a loyal little thing - she ain’t gonna put out for you because of this. I think she’s realised that she isn’t cut out for this type of shit - she went back down to safety with the rest of the girls and I think she’ll probably quit the club. She can get back to what she’s good at.” 

Sukuna’s hands stilled as he zipped his bag shut, his expression calm as he finally looked at the man before him. There was malice in his expression and a clear, guilty desire to keep Sukuna from trekking back down the mountain path. 

“‘She can get back to what she’s good at’?” Sukuna asked, drawing himself up to his full height. “And what would that be?” 

The smug grin Naoya shot him was sickening. “Making me dinner.” 

Sukuna laughed, a deep unpleasant sound rumbling from his chest. “Right.” He took a step forward, towering over your boyfriend who he deeply hoped would be your ex-boyfriend after that expedition. Before Naoya could react, Sukuna grabbed him by the front of his raincoat. “Listen. I’m going back down that path. If I find her out there, abandoned and alone, be assured that I’ll beat you so badly that you’ll never climb another mountain again. Do you understand me?” 

Fear flickered in Naoya’s amber eyes, but he pushed it down quickly, replacing it with a scowl. “Get the fuck off me.” 

Sukuna let him go, revelling in the way he stumbled about off balance, barely keeping himself from careening onto the floor. If he was being honest with himself, the desire to enact justice on Naoya in that moment was tempting, but he could wait. Every moment he spent in that camp was another moment of peril for you. 

And unlike Naoya, he wouldn’t leave you to a night alone on a mountain. 

—

You weren’t sure when you’d lost Naoya. 

He’d been picking up the pace significantly while you’d been getting slower and slower, and despite calling out for him to wait for you to catch up, eventually he just disappeared off into the fog - the sound of his footsteps fading entirely. 

It had left you at a loss, unsure as to whether you should keep going or turn back. You were certain that the summit camp probably wasn’t too far off, but you had no real idea of how far that distance might actually be, and had a vague concern that you might take a wrong turn in the ever-thickening fog, leaving you stranded for the night. You and Naoya were sharing a tent which he’d been carrying, and subsequently ending up alone for the evening wasn’t ideal for you. 

The most you’d be able to do is wrap yourself in your sleeping bag and find a sheltered place to hunker down for the night. 

But it shouldn’t come to that. 

Getting down to the valley would take too long, and you weren’t sure where Yuki and the gang would’ve settled anyway. Naoya had the radio. He had everything really, which meant that the only thing you could do was continue upwards and hope that you stumbled across the other half of your group. 

It was a plan that was going okay until you’d carelessly stepped on a loose rock, sending you tumbling back down a hill of scree you’d spent the past half an hour climbing. 

At first you’d thought only your morale was damaged, your mind exhausted at the prospect of having to get back up and reascend a slope you’d already climbed once. But as you struggled to get to your feet, you realised that it wasn’t only your mind that had undergone damage.

A hot pain spread through your ankle as you tried to stand, sending you straight back down to the floor with a yelp. Panic instantly overcame you, the sudden realisation of where you were hitting you like a tonne of bricks. Naoya, your boyfriend, had abandoned you on the side of a mountain. He’d left you in the fog, beneath the setting sun, without a tent and without a radio. And now you were injured.

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve said he was actively trying to kill you. 

But what was more likely was that he was just proving the point he’d been trying to make all along - that you weren’t cut out for the life of a mountaineer. 

And considering your condition, could you really disagree with him? 

Soft sobs overtook you, and you began to spiral. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, shivering as the cold grew more intense, mumbling incoherently to yourself about how you should’ve gone back down to the valley with Yuki. 

Perhaps you never should’ve tried facing the mountains in the first place. 

Maybe Naoya was right. 

They were thoughts that fled from your mind at the blessed sight of a headlamp cutting through the fog from above, footsteps crunching evenly on scree, picking up in speed the moment the light shone upon your sorry figure huddled on the ground. 

“Fuck, are you okay?” Sukuna’s voice had a tremor of relief shooting through you, and more tears swelled at the corners of your eyes. He was crouching down in front of you, expression laden with concern as he scanned your cowering form. One of his hands reached for your face, wiping away tears carefully while he waited for you to answer him. 

“My ankle…” You mumbled. Everything was too overwhelming for you to articulate any further, your words already coming out all choked and shaky. Sukuna didn’t need to hear any more, attention instantly shifting to your foot. His hands moved to prod gently at it, watching your face for a grimace which came quickly under his touch. 

“Does that hurt?” 

You nodded. He bit down on his lip and quickly moved to untie the lace of your boot. A soft whimper left your lips as he pulled it from your foot, but he was right to pay your reaction no mind since you were overcome with relief once your ankle was freed from those rigid confines pressing down too tightly upon it. 

It had swollen up significantly in the time you’d been sitting there waiting for someone to come for you. 

“Right. I’ll deal with the ankle soon but I want to get us to someplace better first before it gets fully dark.” It was only just occurring to you that the wind had started to pick up a little, your clothes ruffled by air rushing against you. It would be best to be in a less exposed place - Sukuna had taught you that exposure made all the difference when dealing with bad weather.

“There was a plateau back down at the bottom of this slope,” you mumbled, remembering the slight respite you’d had from the seemingly neverending onslaught of uphill.

Sukuna gave you a proud smile and it made your heart flutter. “Yeah, that would work. I’m gonna carry you down there, if that’s okay? I don’t think you should try walking on that ankle until we give it a proper look.” 

You wanted to collapse into fresh tears at the suggestion. While your boyfriend, the person who was supposed to look after you, had abandoned you on the side of your first big mountain, Sukuna was here offering to carry you to safety. The feeling his offer was giving you had a risk of overwhelming you entirely, utterly grateful that he was the person who’d come back to look for you. 

Naively, you wondered if Naoya had sent him down to look for you. It was a weak hope, a desperate, delusional belief that your boyfriend wasn’t as cruel as he truly was. 

“Yeah, that’s okay,” you said, quietly. You tried to ignore how pleasant it felt when Sukuna crouched down to scoop you up into his arms. His touch felt warm against your body which had grown cold over the past few hours of inactivity. The arms holding you were strong and secure, building a feeling of safety knowing he was there with you. 

Naoya would’ve taken issue with it, but you wished you’d asked Sukuna to stick with you throughout the whole trip. Things would’ve felt better if it was him you were relying on rather than your boyfriend. In his lessons he’d always emphasised the importance of matching your pace with a mountain buddy - always checking that they weren’t far behind. 

Rules that a supposedly experienced mountaineer like Naoya should’ve been well aware of. 

Sukuna strode down the rest of the hill with ease, keeping you tucked close against him in a princess carry. Considering that you had your pack still on your back you were surprised at how easy he made the whole thing look, because he wasn’t exactly carrying a light load between you in his arms and his own bag on his back. But he didn’t complain or demonstrate any signs of struggle. 

Outside of the fact that he was largely silent until you reached your destination. 

You didn’t mind that. It wasn’t like you were in the mood to talk either, your mind swimming with all kinds of things now that you were in safe hands. Naoya had left you behind to die. You could’ve died if no one had come back for you. Exposure could’ve gotten to you, or an animal, or some person with ill-intent prowling the mountainside. 

He’d left you helpless and defenceless. 

And, as rain started to drip from the sky above, you realised that if Sukuna hadn’t come for you, it would’ve been an evening out in the storm, at altitude, with nothing but your rain jacket and sleeping bag to huddle within. 

You could’ve died. 

Sukuna found a well sheltered area and placed you down while he set up the tent. You were in awe at how quickly he got it done - the same actions would’ve taken you three times the time it took his experienced hands to get it sorted. You were grateful for the speed, because it meant the two of you made it inside before the worst of the rain began to hammer down from the sky above. 

“Okay. First the ankle. Then everything else.” 

You tilted your head a little at his statement, not quite sure what he meant by everything else, but you assumed he was referring more to your mental condition and questions around how you’d ended up in your terrible position in the first place. You hoped he wouldn’t be mad at you for failing to make it up to the peak after how much time he’d spent teaching you things. 

You thought maybe he’d chastise you for things like not having your own tent or radio, but Naoya had been insistent about carrying those items for you, assuring you that he’d stick at your side and claiming his actions were out of a desire to keep your pack as light as possible. 

You were stupid to have believed him.

Sukuna knelt by your foot, removing your sock and inspecting the damage carefully. His fingers pressed delicately against the skin and you found yourself admiring his concentrated expression in the lamplight. “I don’t think it's broken,” he said. “Probably just twisted.” 

Reaching into his first aid kit, he found a bandage which he wrapped around the problem area, before pulling out an ice pack and snapping to activate its effects. He placed the pack down on your ankle, earning a little hiss from you which pulled a small smile from his otherwise serious face. 

He’d been really serious since he’d found you, his expression all irritated and stormy. 

Was he angry with you? Frustrated that he’d had to come back down the mountain to your aid? You didn’t like the idea of being his burden. 

“Endure the cold for a bit - it’ll make you feel much better.” he said, placing a warm hand on your calf. Your breath hitched involuntarily at the contact and Sukuna quickly withdrew from you, a tinge of guilt flickering across his handsome face. He instantly busied himself before you could question it, moving onto the next stage of tending to your injury.

He fumbled about in his pack and withdrew some clothing, bundling it up into a small pile and wedging it beneath your foot to elevate it a little. Nothing he was doing was particularly revolutionary - on the contrary, his actions were all things he’d taught you to do in the event of an injury. 

You’d just been too panicked to do anything on that scree slope. 

Perhaps he was mad at you for that too. 

Sukuna laid out his sleeping mat next to you, his nose wrinkling at the revelation that you didn’t have one because it was in Naoya’s possession. He slid his mat beneath you, keen not to have you lying on the floor, before pulling out his sleeping bag and sitting on top of that for some amount of comfort. 

“So, what happened?” Sukuna asked. His voice was a little clipped, as if he was holding himself back from saying what he really wanted to say. 

“I was rushing and lost my footing on some scree-”

“No. I mean, why are you alone?” 

“Oh.” You shrugged, taking a deep breath and avoiding his eyes. There was a sticky feeling building up in your throat, keeping your words down. If you said the truth aloud you were certain you’d burst into tears again. “I don’t know,” you mumbled finally. 

“You don’t know?” He echoed. 

“It just sort of happened. The girls went back down the mountain and Naoya kept going quicker and then we got separated somewhere in the fog. I imagine he was probably waiting somewhere up ahead for me but then I slipped.” You weren’t sure why you were trying to defend your boyfriend. You weren’t naive enough to truly believe he’d been waiting up ahead for you. 

He’d left you. 

But the idea of airing out just how stupid you were to be in that relationship in the first place felt humiliating. You wanted to at least pretend that Naoya didn’t leave you for dead - that you weren’t the fool who had stayed for years with an abusive boyfriend when you should’ve just left. 

You didn’t want Sukuna to think you were completely pathetic. 

“Naoya arrived at the camp hours ago,” Sukuna said, his tone detached, as if he wanted to avoid projecting any of his own emotion onto you. “He said you’d gone back down with the rest of the girls.” 

The horrified expression on your face must’ve said it all, because Sukuna’s impartiality quickly faded, rage burning within those crimson eyes. Naoya really had abandoned you. And not only that, he’d also attempted to sabotage any retrieval attempt that might be made for you. He’d outright claimed you were safe when he knew no such thing. 

It was a thought that made you sick, and once again the tears started to flow, dripping down your cheeks. You’d spent years with that man, feeling like you were less than good enough. You’d let him break you down, put up with his endless bullying and tormenting, all because he’d been sweet to you at the start. 

You’d always thought you weren’t good enough, always thought that it was your fault he was so unpleasant with you. 

Now it felt like your eyes were open for the first time. 

He’d left you on the side of a mountain. He couldn’t care less about your wellbeing. He couldn’t care less about you unless you were making him dinner. 

And you’d put up with it. 

You were a fool. 

“I knew that fucker was lying,” Sukuna hissed. “Yuki didn’t say your name when she radioed in to say she was heading back. She’s always good with that sort of thing. Fuck, I’m glad I came down to check, who knows what would’ve happened if-” 

He cut himself off, faltering before he could finish the sentence. It was clear that he didn’t want to scare or upset you further, not when you’d already reduced yourself to a puddle of tears. You didn’t want to imagine what fate the night would’ve brought if not for Sukuna arriving as your saviour. 

Falling silent, he shuffled a little closer to you. Reaching out delicately he began to wipe away your tears with his thumb. The touch of his skin against yours felt pleasant, and you found your sobs faltering at the new found comfort he was providing. A deeply loyal part of you urged you to pull away, reminding you of your boyfriend. You immediately pushed the thought aside. 

Naoya wasn’t your boyfriend. 

Not after what he’d done. 

“Don’t cry. You’re okay. I found you and we’ll make it through the night together. I’m not going anywhere.” Sukuna’s words were soothing, and you found yourself nodding between sniffles, your tears gradually drying up. You hadn’t realised you were shivering until Sukuna tentatively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you up and close to him. 

The storm had worsened outside, and you huddled down in your jacket, letting yourself lean into Sukuna’s chest to keep the shivering at bay. If this was how you felt inside a tent with another human to warm you, you hated to think how you would’ve felt still stuck all alone on the scree. 

It didn’t bear considering. 

“You should report that asshole to the police once we get down. Nothing will come of it because it's hard to prove intent, but this was an active attempt on your life. He had a duty of care he ignored, stripped you of shelter and then tried to prevent a rescue. I have half a mind to kill him myself.” Sukuna’s voice rumbled through his body. 

No one had ever really stood up for you before. Naoya was always good at being charming when it mattered. Your parents and the rest of your family had always seen him as a good prospect - a polite and handsome man from a well off family. With your friends, you’d done the damage on your own, always defending him, manipulated by him to act like the perfect picture of an abused girlfriend. 

“I’m so stupid,” you whispered. 

“What?” Sukuna asked, pulling back ever so slightly so he could look at you properly. You hadn’t spoken at all since the reveal, and your quiet words clearly caught him off guard. 

“I’ve wasted so much of my life with him. Spent so much time defending him like he was some good guy. I only joined this club to impress him and all he ever did was tell me how useless I was at stuff like this - at everything. Did you know that he spent most of this hike staring at Yuki’s ass? And yet, when I’d tell him about how much stuff you’d taught me he’d get all mad about me talking to another guy and verbally berate me until I cried. And I just let it all happen. You must think I’m an idiot.” 

Sukuna hesitated, searching for the right words. It made you smile in a twisted sort of way, because he was definitely trying to find something to say that wouldn’t indirectly call you stupid - an impossibility considering the circumstances. Now that your eyes were open you could finally see how foolish you’d been. 

You just wanted to go home. Forget mountaineering or anything else you’d tried in an attempt to bond with that asshole.

“I don’t think you’re an idiot,” he said finally. “I think guys like that are very good at getting their way, and you happened to be his victim.” The words were uncannily gentle, and at a glance at Sukuna’s face you could tell he was out of his comfort zone, but trying his best. He tightened his grip on you as a sudden gust of wind battered the tent. 

The touch had your heart fluttering, and you wondered how Sukuna felt about your current position. It was probably just a necessity in his eyes - a bid to warm up a tired and stressed woman, nothing more than that. 

With your loyalty to Naoya stranded somewhere on the mountain never to be recovered, you found yourself wishing the contact was something more than that. 

But considering your woefully pathetic attempt at summiting this relatively easy peak, you doubted Sukuna held you in high regard at all. His type was probably some strong, confident girl who already knew all her outdoor skills without Sukuna’s input. The type of woman he could rely on to partner with for dangerous and difficult peaks. 

That wasn’t you. 

You weren’t sure you’d step foot on a mountain again after this. 

“Maybe you don’t think I’m an idiot for that, but you probably think I am for all this.” You gestured in the general direction of your foot, still humiliated at the thought of Sukuna having to rush down the mountain to your rescue, like you couldn’t be left unsupervised for a single moment without finding yourself in need of rescue. 

Much to your chagrin, Sukuna laughed. “An idiot for getting injured? No, that’s practically a rite of passage. You were doing great through most of the hike - I was keeping an eye on you before the group split in half. We’ll get you down the mountain and get your ankle sorted, and then you can try this peak again another time.” 

Sukuna’s optimism had butterflies swarming in your stomach, but years of insults and abuse weren’t so easily displaced. You lowered your gaze, staring down at your hands in your lap. “I don’t know. I just wonder if Naoya was right. Maybe I’m not cut out for this.” 

Sukuna pulled a face, clearly displeased by that statement. 

“Do you like being in the mountains?” He asked simply. 

He made no statement on your skill, no attack on anything your boyfriend had told you. Asked nothing more than whether you liked being out in the fresh air, doing what you’d been doing before your ankle had been injured. 

And you did. 

You really did like it. 

“Yeah. I do.” 

“Then you are cut out for this. Enjoyment is literally the only requirement,” he said earnestly. “Besides, that guy’s full of shit. I taught you everything you needed to know and I have faith in your abilities. If you need to listen to someone else’s opinion to determine your value, how about you consider mine instead of his.” 

A flush appeared across your cheeks. Those were the kind of compliments Sukuna would always pay you. Nothing particularly special or flowery, but deeply genuine in a way that had your whole body bursting with pride, pushing the rot of Naoya’s insults from your veins and replacing it with Sukuna’s approval. 

“We’ll come back here together in a few weeks, just the two of us, and we’ll do this peak. I can promise you it’ll be better. I won’t abandon you in the fog.” You believed him, nodding a little in agreement. Even in your fragile mental state that evening, you couldn’t help the excited flip of your stomach at the thought of Sukuna wanting to do something alone with you. 

The mountaineering club had been a means for you to learn your skills to climb alone with Naoya. You hadn’t expected that it would leave you excited at the prospect of climbing with another man. 

Still, you tried not to get ahead of yourself. Your little crush on Sukuna, which had been present for several months more than you were really willing to admit, seemed to have finally found the freedom to really take over your thoughts. Your heart was practically in your throat at your current proximity to him, a desire coursing through your whole body. 

You needed to push it back down even with Naoya out of the picture, because you were certain Sukuna was just being friendly, just being a better person than Naoya was. You couldn’t afford to let your mind run wild with fantasies. 

At least, that’s what you’d told yourself. 

The two of you had sat in silence for a while after Sukuna’s offer of climbing alone together, still huddled together and listening to the wind and rain outside the tent. You found yourself calmed by the steady rhythm of Sukuna’s heartbeat, basking in the warmth of his body which took your mind off the cold compress burning at your ankle. 

“Do you mind if we share the sleeping mat? It's okay if not, but it would be warmer for you and more comfy for me that way.” Considering that the two of you had been cuddling for a while, you didn’t see the issue. Anything was fine in matters of survival and you were more than happy to remain close to Sukuna. 

“Yeah, sure. We can zip our sleeping bags together.” 

Sukuna’s lashes fluttered and you swore you could see a dusting of pink on his cheeks, but you were quick to disregard it. It had been a long and exhausting day, and you were likely just seeing what you wanted to see. 

The cold compress had started to lose its effect, and Sukuna removed it from your ankle while the two of you shuffled about to get ready for bed. Your ankle was feeling much better after a period of rest and elevation, and you found you could move it again without excruciating pain. Getting back down the mountain might still be an issue, but it was one you could leave to figure out in the morning. 

Zipping your sleeping bags together and settling down on the sleeping mat, Sukuna made space for you beside him. You had to half lay on him for you both to stay on the padding, but with how warm his body seemed to run, you really didn’t mind. He wrapped his arm around you, nestling you close against him under the guise of conserving space - an action that had your whole body thrumming with electricity. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt that way. For months, maybe even years, the only thing you’d felt under Naoya’s touch was mild dread. This was something nicer, something more exciting - a feeling you wanted to experience over and over again. 

“Warm enough?” Sukuna asked, giving you a reassuring squeeze. The tent was relatively cool, the fabric being battered by the storm outside, all of which seemed distant as you lay there in Sukuna’s grip. It was a safe and warm place to be, one where you could take your mind off troubles and anxieties knowing he was there to keep anything and everything at bay. 

Troubles which Naoya had actively brought upon your life, were effectively chased away by Sukuna. 

How you wished you’d met the pink-haired man earlier in your life. 

“Warm enough,” you echoed, your voice coming out muffled as you buried your face into his chest. 

Again, the two of you fell into comfortable silence, listening to the whistling of wind and basking in the feeling of your bodies pressed close together. You were half asleep and almost convinced that Sukuna was already asleep, when his deep voice cut through the darkness and silence. 

“I don’t usually go on these things, you know,” he confessed quietly. “This is my first one. I’m only in the club because it gives you connections for exhibition funding and learning new skills. Usually I do mountains solo and usually I do stuff much harder than this.” He waved his hand in the direction of the tent’s exit. 

A guilt blossomed in your gut at the speech, recalling similar words from your boyfriend when you’d brought up the trip. He’d said that climbs in the Japanese Alps outside of wintertime were nothing special, and that the whole thing would likely be so easy that he could do it in his sleep. He’d only agreed to go after you’d begged him, reminding him that you didn’t have the experience he did. 

“I’m only here because of you,” Sukuna continued. The guilt within you only grew sharper. Was Sukuna trying to imply that he was only present out of concern for your inexperience? Had you forced him along because he knew something like this would happen? Had he known he’d need to come to your rescue?

“Sorry. I must be such a burden,” you mumbled quietly, burying your face in your sleeping bag. 

Did Sukuna really want to commit to climbing alone with you knowing that you were so much less experienced than he was? Or was he just doing it because he felt bad for you? You were likely a pitiful sight with your messed up ankle and an abusive boyfriend who had abandoned you. 

Sukuna blinked rapidly, astute enough to swiftly connect the dots. “What? No, that’s not- I was trying to say something nice. I was saying I only came along because I enjoy spending time with you. I don’t like these group things and I prefer to do harder stuff but I’m here because you’re here, and I like you.” 

Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears, completely drowning out the sound of any thoughts on how you were supposed to reply to that. You were too caught up on the word ‘like’, on the way Sukuna shifted ever so slightly against you, pulling you more firmly against his body. 

“What?” You asked, dumbly. 

“I like you,” he repeated. “I think you’re so cute and I love how happy you get whenever you learn something new and I’m so fucking exhausted of watching your boyfriend ignore you and take you for granted when I’d cherish you.” 

Again, your stomach flipped, your ears growing warm. 

“And when that fucker showed up at the top of the mountain without you, I wanted to kill him. When I found you all cold and alone on the slope I just- fuck. I want to keep you safe. I want to be the person who looks out for you, I want to take care of you in a way that guy seems unwilling to. He has no idea what he has- had, while I understand exactly what you’re worth. I want to take you to the mountains at my side because unlike him, I’d be thrilled to have you as my hiking partner.” 

Before you knew what was happening, you were crying again, wetting his clothes immediately with your tears. Your shoulders were shuddering and you could feel Sukuna’s heartrate picking up. It seemed like he was starting to panic - concerned that you were upset by his words when the reality was the total opposite. 

You’d never heard something so romantic from Naoya and you never would. To have someone speak such beautiful words to you felt surreal and your body had no idea how to react beyond sobbing from being so overwhelmed with love and affection. 

“Sorry,” Sukuna said quickly. “I know it's been a long day, now probably wasn’t the time to say anything. You don’t have to respond-”

He faltered as you peered up at him, your face wet with tears. He usually looked so confident, and even then there was still some atmosphere of certainty about him, but he couldn’t fully hide the glimmer of anxiety in his lovely red eyes. There was a fear of rejection buried within him, a fate that he seemed almost certain he was going to face. 

If only he could step into your shoes for a moment and feel all the emotion rushing over you at his confession

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t think of anything that would suffice as a response to his outpouring of desire. Instead you tilted your face upwards, lips parting softly in a clear signal - one that Sukuna caught onto immediately. He closed the gap swiftly, lips slotting perfectly against yours with a warmth you’d never experienced before. 

Naoya’s kiss had always been domineering - a wet and unpleasant experience. Sukuna’s kiss was gentle and exploratory. His lips took the time to appreciate yours, to linger on that lovely shared warmth and soak in the feeling of being connected so intimately for the first time. 

His tongue ran along your lips carefully, requesting for you to open your mouth. You complied easily, letting him hold you ever closer as his tongue pressed into yours, deepening the kiss in a way that felt so natural despite the fact that you’d never kissed each other before. 

A rumble of thunder overhead had the two of you parting for a second, and you found your shivering renewed as a particularly cold wind blew through the tent. Sukuna’s red eyes went to the entryway, the space illuminating for a second as another flash of lightning ripped through the sky above. His hands rubbed your back soothingly at a louder rumble overhead. 

“I’m so glad I came down to find you,” he whispered. 

“Thank you for coming to find me,” you mumbled, eyes fixed on his handsome face, your mind still struggling to catch up to all that had transpired in the past few minutes. Thoughts of Naoya and all the suffering he’d put you through seemed distant in the intimacy of that tent. “I feel so lucky. Injured ankle aside.” You giggled softly, heart jumping at the way Sukuna grinned back at you, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. 

There was a gratefulness to his expression, a soft affection in his gaze which made you feel seen and special in a way you’d never felt with Naoya. It had you sinking deep into another kiss, your lips locked against his in a deeply intoxicating manner. All the stress and the anxiety of the day seemed to wash away beneath his grip. 

Even with the storm raging outside, you felt safe and warm with him there beside you.

You should’ve known about his feelings for you - should’ve understood the moment Yuki had made a comment about how Sukuna never usually spoke to anyone. He’d spent so much time on you, being so gentle in his teachings, making sure you knew what you were doing, making sure you were praised. 

He’d liked you from the start and you’d been too blind to see it. 

Too beaten down by your own experiences in relationships to believe that any affection directed towards you would be legitimate. 

You wished you could’ve puzzled it out sooner. You wished you could’ve noticed the soft look that always sparkled in Sukuna’s eyes whenever he looked at you. You wished you’d dumped Naoya several years ago, because it shouldn’t have taken an abandonment on the side of the mountain for you to realise how truly awful your ex-boyfriend was. 

But what was done was done. Sukuna’s hands were on you now, and that was all that mattered. You’d made it in the end, even if it had taken you a little longer to get there than you would’ve ideally liked. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered as the two of you broke apart for breath, red eyes scanning your face like he was committing your features to memory. “How Naoya could be so stupid, I have no idea.” 

“He’s not a smart man.” 

“No. He really isn’t.” Sukuna agreed. “But his loss is my gain.” 

You hummed, leaning against Sukuna’s chest once more, listening to his heartbeat beneath you. Despite the excitement, you were suddenly aware of how tired you were, and how much the cold was still seeping in through your clothes and down into your bones. Altitude was no joke, and the pleasant spring warmth was nowhere to be found on the mountainside that evening. 

“Are you still cold? You’re shivering.” It wasn’t possible for Sukuna to physically pull you closer to him than you already were, but he gave it an attempt all the same, practically crushing you in his grip. 

“A little, yeah.” 

“Shit. Once sec.” Moving away from you for a moment, he reached out of the sleeping bag and rummaged about in his bag, withdrawing his down jacket and draping it around your shoulders like an additional blanket. You were grateful for the added warmth, coccooned in between that and Sukuna’s warm body. 

For a few moments you lay there, your shivering finally subsiding, only for all the hairs on your neck to raise at the feeling of Sukuna’s voice vibrating against the top of your head. “There is another way I could keep you warm.” 

His tone was suggestive and perhaps a little amused. The comment had heat billowing throughout your body, your gut tightening at the suggestion of something you’d never allowed yourself to think of before. Sukuna was very attractive, and sometimes your mind had drifted in his direction when your hand had been caught between your thighs. But you’d always scolded yourself for it, had always driven away the idea of picturing a man you actually knew when you had a boyfriend. 

Now the suggestion was right there on the table as something real and tangible, and your mind was conjuring all sorts of exciting imagery. 

“O-oh. Yeah, that could be nice,” you said with a sudden rush of confidence. It was Sukuna’s turn to falter, red eyes suddenly wide with surprise, as if you’d called some bluff without even realising it. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he murmured, pushing you back ever so slightly so he could look properly at your face. “Sorry, I wasn’t actually expecting…this.” 

“I am on the pill,” you offered a little bashfully, embarrassed to have reacted so enthusiastically to what you were now realising was a joke. “But we can wait if you’d rather use a-” 

“No, no-,” his face was definitely a little red this time, seemingly caught off by your willingness. “If you want to, I’d like to. I just…” He rubbed his neck a little awkwardly. “I was just teasing and you surprised me, I guess. You’re always surprising me.” 

Before you could backtrack or come up with some witty response, Sukuna recovered himself and his lips were on your neck. You let out a soft whimper at the sensation of his teeth dragging against your sensitive skin, his lips latching onto you and sucking purple marks onto you with no concern for who might see them the next day. 

As far as he was concerned you were his. Naoya could rage all he wanted. If he wanted to keep his girlfriend he shouldn’t have discarded her on the mountainside. Bitterly, you hoped Naoya found out exactly what you and Sukuna had done that night. Let him seethe. Let him reflect on all that he’d lost. 

The bastard deserved all that misery and more. 

Sukuna’s hands found their way beneath your clothes, calloused fingers pressing against your skin with care. You hadn’t realised how much your whole body was aching until he was touching you like that, your muscles flexing at the new contact. 

You took his actions as a sign to do the same, sliding your own fingers beneath his shirt and pressing them against his abs. You knew he was well built - on hotter days he’d been shirtless when working on teaching you to lead climb, and you’d pretty shamelessly stared at him until your mind had reminded you of your boyfriend.

It would be nice for him to be shirtless now, but neither of you felt like removing any layers of clothing in the cold, so for the time being your touch would have to suffice. That was a freedom that Sukuna seemed to be taking full advantage of, mapping out your body with his hands, his fingers moving to your breasts and squeezing, red eyes lighting up at the little moan it earned him. 

“Really shouldn’t be doing this now,” he whispered huskily against your ear. “Had the whole thing planned out. Figured once you’d broken up with Naoya that I’d take you out on a nice date and then bring you back to my place so we could do this properly. But here we are.” 

You giggled softly at the dismay in his tone. “We can still stop.” 

“No. I want this now. You aren’t so easily resisted. But mark my words, once we’re back home, I’m going to take my time with you. I want to look at you properly beyond just fumbling about in a dark tent - as hot as this is.” 

Giggling again, you nodded, in total agreement with his sentiment. Doing things like this, while a little limited, did feel exciting in its own way. It felt like you were keeping some secret with each other, doing whatever you could in the dark without anyone else knowing about it. There was an allure to it that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

With Sukuna’s attention on your breasts, you were the one that ended up making a major move first. Your hand slid down beneath the waistband of his trousers, finding its way into his briefs. He let out a groan at the feeling of your hand brushing against his cock, which twitched erratically at the slightest touch. 

It felt big beneath your fingers, and you hadn’t realised that your breath had hitched until Sukuna was letting out a chuckle. 

“Impressed?” 

“Maybe,” you mumbled shyly. You didn’t have much of a point of reference for such things. Naoya was the only man you’d ever been with, and you imagined that he wasn’t packing anything particularly unique down there. Not if Sukuna’s size was anything to go by. You wrapped your fingers around the shaft, enjoying the way Sukuna shivered in pleasure. 

Meanwhile, Sukuna mirrored your actions, his fingers moving down your body until they were grazing against your panties. It was a little embarrassing how damp the fabric had grown, your pussy desperately slick from the events of the evening. Your body wanted Sukuna just as much as your heart and mind did, and it was making that fact glaringly obvious. 

“So wet,” he said with a chuckle. “There I was all nervous that you wouldn’t feel the same. Shows what I know, huh?” 

You flushed, glancing away from him in embarrassment as his fingers pushed your panties to the side, giving him free access to your pussy beneath. His fingers moved deftly through your folds, moving the slick around before rubbing at your clit, leaving you whining his name and squeezing his cock a little tighter. 

“Cute,” he hummed, his nose brushing against yours. One of his fingers prodded at your opening, pushing in with a little effort. He took a few minutes opening you up with two of his fingers, languidly stuffing you full with them to prepare you. You didn’t want to admit to how emotional the whole thing made you feel, because Naoya had always said that foreplay was a myth. 

Never before had you been prepared for anything, and Sukuna taking so much time to do so had your heart fluttering. 

You tried your best to return the favour, stroking his cock as best as you could while it was still confined beneath his clothes, but he didn’t seem to pay that too much attention - completely fixed on making you cum around his fingers before moving onto anything else. That was another thing that Naoya had never done. Cumming with him was so infrequent that you’d almost grown certain that you couldn’t do it with another person. 

And yet, Sukuna had you doing it in a matter of minutes - your toes curling in desperate pleasure as you gushed over his fingers with a sweet little gasp. 

There was no time for you to catch your breath before he was pushing your trousers and panties down ever so slightly to give him access whilst still keeping you dressed and warm. He did the same for his own clothes, gently displacing your hand from his cock and repositioning the two of you so that he was on top. 

The sleeping bag was still wrapped snugly around the two of you, keeping the warmth in effectively while he lined himself up over you, his muscular body keeping you pinned down beneath him in a position you’d be more than happy to remain in for the rest of your days. It was so nice to be under him like that, to be so surrounded by his body and heat and scent. 

It was where you were supposed to be. In some uncomfortable tent on the side of the mountain feeling happier than ever because he was there with you. 

You’d gone to the mountaineering club for Naoya, but you couldn’t help but think fate had guided your actions and really led you there for Sukuna. 

“All good?” He asked, hot breath brushing against your ear. The tip of his cock was pressed up against your opening, and you realised that he was giving you a chance to back out - showing you a level of consideration that Naoya never would. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, lashes fluttering as you peered up into lovely red eyes, letting out a whine when he finally pushed into you.

You hadn’t been prepared for just how big he was, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull as he pressed his way into your tight pussy. Your nails dug into his arms and a whimper left you at the intensity of the feeling. You felt like you were aware of every ridge and vein on his cock, your pussy squeezing around him each time he’d involuntarily twitch within you. 

It didn’t take long for the uncomfortable fullness to give way to pleasure once he bottomed out inside you. It had a pleasantly warm buzz running through your body once he started to thrust within you, the weight of his body keeping you still and secure, keeping you warm even as the storm picked up outside. 

Any fears of the thunder and lightning were pushed aside in favour of focusing on the feeling of being split in two. Sukuna’s lips found your neck once more, overstimulating you as he bit and sucked on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, bringing tears to your eyes beneath all the pleasure he was giving you. 

Even through the stretch it felt right to have him inside you, and it was downright heavenly each time one of his long strokes hit that one specific spot inside you, bringing stars and light to your vision each time. 

This was where you were meant to be. 

Neither of you lasted particularly long. Not after the day you’d just had, and certainly not after months of mutual crushing. You’d cum first - your body already sensitive from the previous orgasm and totally overwhelmed by the intimacy of it all. Sukuna had reached down to play with your clit while he fucked you, and that set you on a high unlike any other. 

If Naoya had known where the clit was, he’d certainly never touched it. 

And yet, there Sukuna was utilising it. You could count on one hand the number of times you’d cum from penetrative sex, but Sukuna had pulled an orgasm from you like it was easy. 

And maybe it was easy. 

Maybe Naoya just fucking sucked. 

Sukuna wasn’t far behind you in reaching his release. When you’d cum you’d clamped down around him tightly, locked in a spiral of pure pleasure unlike that which you’d experienced before. It felt better than anything you could achieve with your own hands - infinitely more intimate and lovely. 

The way you’d squeezed him so tight had sent Sukuna over the edge, prompting him to groan your name in that low tone of his as he filled you with his seed, riding out his own release to the point where you were growing overstimulated and begging him for mercy. 

Mercy which he gave you with a gentle smile and a kiss planted atop your sweaty forehead. 

The two of you lay then in the darkness, soft pants drowned beneath the howling of wind. Sukuna was holding you tightly, keeping you secure in his grip like you might vanish if he didn’t cling to you with all his might. He was still inside you, softening but present in a way that felt blissfully intimate. Whenever you’d laid with Naoya, you couldn’t wait to escape his grip and get cleaned up. 

With Sukuna, it was different. 

You could stay there with him sheathed inside you for hours - connected in a way that just felt right. 

His lips were ghosting against your hair, soothing you with kisses, running his hands over you repetitively in a bid to ensure you stayed warm at his side. Your ankle was throbbing a little from all the movement, but with Sukuna’s legs intertwined with yours you found yourself able to ignore it. All thoughts and discomforts overridden by how happy you felt in that moment. 

“Try and get some sleep,” he murmured against your hair. “I’ll look after you.” 

“I know,” you whispered. 

He smiled softly. “Just making sure you know it. Apparently you can’t take for granted that everyone will look out for you.” His tone came out a little bitter, but instead of feeling anger at the reminder of Naoya’s actions, you felt a warmth blossom across your chest at Sukuna’s display of care. 

You liked that he was angry about it. It was nice to have someone care about you for once. 

In hindsight, it was a blessing that you never made it out into the mountains alone with Naoya like you’d intended to at the start of your mountaineering training. If you had, perhaps you would’ve ended up left for dead - freezing on the side of the mountain while Naoya summoned some crocodile tears and dismissed your fate altogether. 

You were lucky to have Sukuna. Lucky to be able to continue going into the mountains with someone who actually wanted you there. Someone who would really take care of you. 

“I’m glad you’re here to look after me.” Your hand reached for his face, tracing his tattoos with great care. As pleasant as your evening with him had been, you were looking forward to making it down the mountain - to spending time with him outside of that tent. It would be nice to see just where those tattoos disappeared off to beneath his clothes. 

But that would have to wait. 

You knew that the next day would be long. An arduous trek back down the mountain was ahead of you, along with a no doubt vicious confrontation with your ex. One that you were sure Sukuna would take the lead on, but still not something you were looking forward to experiencing. 

Either way, you wouldn’t dwell on it that evening. 

Because for the time being, there was nothing you needed to worry about. The storm could rage on outside for as long as it needed to. You were safe in your tent, in the arms of a man who would never leave you alone on the side of a mountain. 

And it was possibly the happiest you’d been in a very long time. 

a/n: after getting down to the bottom of the mountain the next day I promise reader slapped naoya and sukuna beat the hell out of him :)

had such a fun time writing this its literally the most self-indulgent fic I've ever written as I love being in the mountains hehe

hope you enjoyed! reblogs and comments are appreciated as always!

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[mintmatcha]

"becoming roommates won't ruin our friendship" but the two of you fall for each other immediately and can't admit it

when he drunkenly brings home a girl (trying to clear his head of the wet dreams he's having of his "best friend") she's LOUD. crying and screaming and begging. he's going to make her cum, of course, because thats whats fair, but he needs her to shut up--

"close your fucking mouth, i have a roommate,"

"it's just too good-" she's almost shouting. "your cock is so good-"

he has to force her face into the pillow for a bit of relief...

you don't say anything the next day, but that night he's woken but the sound of your headboard slamming into the wall and some guy grunting as he fucks you.

[chososprettygirl]

⡴ gym teacher!sukuna has an embarrassingly known crush on school nurse!reader

lowkey wanna turn this into a full oneshot

if he heard one more twelve year old’s squeaky voice whispering to one another, saying he’s ‘got a crush on the school nurse’ he swears he’s gonna write up the whole grade.

god, it’s even worse when one of the eighth grade girls come up to him when he’s on lunch duty.

“mr., mr. ! did you know the nurse mentioned she likes tall guys when i went into her room for a tylenol !”

“what does that have to do with me ?” he grumbles, scrunching his face while the girl and her friend stare up at him.

“well everyone knows you like like her—”

“GO SIT DOWN!”

he swears the whole lunchroom conveniently goes quiet when he yells that as the girls squirm away back to their tables and start whispering around gossip.

and even worse than the girls that draw hearts around you and sukuna’s staff photos next to eachother in the main office, he’s got gojo. gojo, who ships you two and nags him like worse-than a middle school girl. gojo, who shoves you two together for any school event.

“what game do you have planned for tomorrow?” you ask, leaning over to whisper to sukuna as eighth grade awards are called for each subject, timing claps inbetween your words while names are called. you smirk, “how many kids am i gonna have sent my way next time?”

“just dodgeball.” he leans down to whisper flatly against your ear, still staring down a kid giggling in the seating rows of the auditorium and effectively getting him to stop with his gaze.

“your version of dodgeball is basically to the death, i might have to have paramedics in my room on standby.” you joke, turning to smile at him so sweetly. in his mind, this counts as him making you laugh and therefore counts as a win.

he chuckles lightly, just a quick huff of his chest, but essentially the hardest he can laugh if he’s not looking at a kid getting tackled in class. “these kids will toughen up eventually, i am just teaching them to do it early.”

“were you a weak kid that needed to toughen up? i can really only picture you as a big scary dude.”

“i was actually a severely malnourished child due to my mothers impoverished state during her pregnancy.“ he says, truly not realizing how solemn he sounds in his voice even as he means it as a light hearted jest.

you blink at him, face contorted in confusion and awkwardness. he wants to hit himself.

the only thing that saves him from not saying anything stupid again is the end of the assembly, marked by gojo yelling into a megaphone and for kids to round up by homeroom.

the following week he’s still embarrassed to even look you in the eyes. he’s mulling over how stupid he must’ve looked infront of you while sifting through the equipment closet.

he hears steps echo throughout the currently empty gym before he yells out.

“gojo i’m not covering your lunch break, fuck off—” he turns around to not see the usual suspect he finds during his free period. instead, he sees you, leaning against the door in scrubs and white coat clinging to your body. he stills in his motion.

you speak before he can (if he can speak at all in his embarrassed state).

“i understand the confusion, he bothers me all the time too.” you dismiss, smiling at him with your glossed lips he probably thinks about hourly. waitwaitwait, gojo talks to you all the time ? he’s going to kill that lanky fuck. “just wanted to drop these off for yuri in your next period.” you jostle around a pill bottle in your hand, “she can get fainty on gym days so give these to her just in case to help prevent that.” he knows it’s your job and all, but your concern is honestly kinda cute.

“uhh yeah i’ll be sure to.” he nods, right as you drop the bottle on top of a stack of rubber cones by the door before you walk out. and he would just like it to be known he definitely didn’t stare at your ass as you left.

and he typically makes it easier for himself to deny how down bad he is to you, but now, after you spent a week of saved up sick days out last week, he’s kind of craving your voice. so who can blame him when he calls his 6th grade nephew into his office while he’s supposed to be at lunch.

“look, kid. i’m going to need you to do something, and i’m gonna need you to not be annoying about it, kay?”

yuji furrows his brows, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.

“you,” he gestures to his nephew, “are going to act like you collapsed and let me bring you up to the school nurse. you are then going to be quiet when i talk to her.”

“is it cause you have a crush on her—”

sukuna tenses before cutting him off.

“do a good job acting and i will consider buying you that human earthworm blu-ray. do you hear me, brat?”

yuji’s eyes light up at the mention of the dvd.

“is this impression good enough then?” yuji leans and clutches at his side in fake fatigue while moaning dramatically for help, then immediately straightens up with a smile like he’s waiting for a rating. sukuna shakes his head and genuinely wonders how he’s related to this—in sukuna’s words— pea brained doofus.

he dials your number on his offices phone, sitting tense in his chair while he shh’s yuji. yuji nods and salutes as sukuna continues to roll his eyes.

yuji could’ve sworn he saw him smile when you pick up. he continues to watch sukuna fiddle with the curled wire of the phone as he explains yuji’s apparently dire situation. he can just barely hear the muffled sound of you saying ‘just bring him up and i’ll check him out.” over the speaker of the phone before sukuna hangs up and fixes his hair.

sukuna walks out the door and desperately tries to ignore yuji’s terrible post fainting impression behind him as his nephew follows his step to your room.

just before they step into your room he whispers to yuji as he leans over.

“if you can bring up me being single i’ll take you out for ice cream, brat.”

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“i was actually a severely malnourished child due to my mothers impoverished state during her pregnancy.“

I’m sorry but I laughed hard, IT WAS SO RANDOM