Female/She, Her /INTJ/ Aquarius NSFW & SFW content Old as Hell, past my damn twenties lol Don't take life too seriously, you'll never get out alive if you do. -M
sukuna with a breeding kink who treats it like a conquest every single time. he doesn’t just want to come inside—he wants to claim you so thoroughly that your body has no choice but to remember who owns it.
sukuna who pins your wrists above your head with one hand while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise, keeping you exactly where he wants you. “look at me,” he growls when your eyes flutter shut from the stretch. “i want to see your face when i fill you up. want to watch you break knowing my seed’s taking root.”
sukuna who talks filthy the entire time, voice low and mocking against your ear. “gonna pump you so full tonight, brat. gonna make sure every drop stays deep inside that greedy little cunt. you’re not wasting a single one—clench tighter, i know you can.” he laughs when you whimper and flutter around him involuntarily.
sukuna who pulls out slow after he comes just to watch his cum leak out of you, only to push it back in with thick fingers. “can’t let it escape, can we? you’re keeping every bit until i decide you’re bred properly.” he smears the mess across your folds, then licks his fingers clean while staring you down.
sukuna who flips you onto your stomach the second round, knees shoved wide, ass up. “this position’s better—lets it sink deeper. gravity’s on my side now.” he slams back in without warning, one set of hands spreading you open so he can watch himself disappear inside you again. “fuck, look how swollen you already are. pussy’s begging for more.”
sukuna who gets meaner the longer it goes on. “you’re dripping everywhere—such a messy little thing. bet your body already knows what it’s for. knows it’s made to take my cock and carry my heirs.” he presses down on your lower stomach, feeling himself bulge inside. “right here. gonna make sure it sticks.”
sukuna who loses the teasing edge when he’s close again. his thrusts turn erratic, hips snapping so hard the bedframe rattles. “take it—fuck—take it all,” he snarls, burying himself to the hilt as he comes a second time, flooding you until it’s spilling out around his base. he doesn’t pull out right away; just stays seated deep, grinding lazily to push it further in.
sukuna who finally collapses over you, chest heaving, four arms caging you in like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. he nuzzles into your neck—almost gentle—murmuring against sweat-slick skin. “you’re mine now. every part. if it takes, you’re carrying my mark forever.” his lower hand strokes your stomach possessively. “and if it doesn’t… we’ll just keep going until it does.”
sukuna who smirks when you shiver at the promise. “don’t look so surprised, little one. you begged for this cock—now you get everything that comes with it.”
Synopsis. Loserboys, creeps, and straight-up pervs: the weirder they are, the better the D?!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reade
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, Iosers and pervs, pánty-steaIing, exhíbitíonism, jorkin it, bear hybrid!Nanami, bréeding, slightly lNSANE Geto, marathons, overstím, p talking, GOONERS, cameras, pIot, true form!Sukuna, DP, Sukuna’s second mouth, nerd!Gojo, vírgins, first times (theirs), spítting, manhandIing, HEADLOCKS, NEEDY JJK men, prem. ejac, creampíes, cúmpIay, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Choso’s inspired by this AMAAAAZING art by the talented @jabesa0 <33
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - PERV-next-door!
“Hey, girlie.” Toji leans against the entrance to your apartment, his off-white tank top showing off those beefy muscles. One hand grabs onto the top of your door- just because he could. And it made your eyes bulge as you tried (and failed) not to gawk at those biceps of his, then all the better…
And then there was his other hand: wrapped around something so red and lacy.
You lunge—“Oh my-” Swiping at the flimsy undergarment. Yours. “Where did you even this, you per-”
“If I was a pervert, I would’ve kept it.”
“I know what you’re like.” The wind these days was awful - and even worse was that smug look on your neighbor’s face as he brought over your blown-away laundry.
He’s holding it well above your height, snickering at the way you jump for it. “Easy there, mama. With the way these things fly over to my place, m’starting to think that you want me to have them.”
Your jaw drops—and you’re snatching the gauzy fabric from his hands. “You wish-”
“Oh, I do.” And he’s just so shameless, just so sleazy as he flashes you a smile - the very same one that you’d been gifted when you first moved here. Because Toji Fushiguro was your neighbor, and you suppose that the proximity of your apartments side-by-side made it so that the man himself didn’t have a concept of personal space.
At least with you- he’s leaning in ever-closer.
His scorched breath tingling your features—the devilishly handsome older man next-door. “And the next time those pretty lil’ panties fly over, you’re not getting them back, girlie.”
You struggle to not back away- or worse, not step forwards. To lean against him. “Y-you wish.”
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And so the first evening afterwards had passed with…only a sock disappearing.
And you could stand to lose a sock! Toji didn’t come banging at your door with a sock thrown over his broad shoulders that day, and you didn’t expect him to.
The second evening had passed with your panties disappearing.
The third evening had passed by with even more panties and a pretty lil’ top worn only on nights out disappearing.
The fourth evening had, by far, been the worst.
You’d been running low on underwear these days - being too stubborn to ask your neighbors, and being too close to rent to replace clothes you could easily request back. So imagine your utmost horror when you’d found nearly all your panties and a few of your bras had disappeared.
By the fifth evening you were running on only a singular pair of grandma panties.
By the sixth evening that had disappeared, too.
And by the sixth night you were knocking at Toji Fushiguro’s door-
Only for him to open it up with a smug smile, “Took you long enough to notice.”
Notice…notice?
It’s then that his door unhinges just a little wider- and you’re eyeing the sliver it shows of Toji’s bedroom. The pile of pretty panties piled on top of it.
Oh—it’s only then that you’re hit with the retaliation—he’d taken them.
It’s less than a few minutes later that you find yourself shoved face-first into the frilly pieces of themselves. Your hands plucking at the soft blankets, your thighs shaking at the sheer slapping force of his hips.
Pap-pap-pap- Toji’s pounding into you from behind.
His thiiiiick globular cockhead probin’ between your pussylips and finding the deepest, sweetest spots inside of you. It’s as though Toji was bruising the smooth inner lining of your walls—finding himself damn addicted to the feeling of how you’d clench ‘round him.
“Damn…” How you’d dribble out in the silkiest hot slick from both pairs of your lips. Creating a puddle that you find yourself slipping n’ sliding upon. “Easy there, girlie- arch up a bit more f’me…”
“I should report you, is what.” You’re grumbling behind you.
“Should what now?”
Right as you’re opening your mouth to snark back, his swollen shaft reaches for the back of your pussy and pummels out a good strike. How cute. “O-oh—fuck, Toji.”
“You are fuckin’ me.” He’s snickering out, grabbing both sides of your waists to help you squirm against him- yes. Toji wasn’t stopping you from rutting your hips back as needily as you wanted, instead, he was letting your cunt salivate all she wanted down his length. He helps you jerk back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. “Yer welcome for that.”
“I didn’t say thank you.” Swallowing back your dollops of spittle- only for it to be pushed out of you all over again with a sudden thwack! at your g-spot.
“Yeah, ungrateful girl.” And it’s with his drawling tone that he slithers a hand between your legs—the fatness of his thumb slippin’ apart your pussylips. He rolls over your clit fast enough that it’s nothing but a blur, “Should be thankful.”
You’re pressing your face against the flimsy panties- “F-for what—”
“For takin’ such goood care of these slutty panties, of course.” Toji gruffs out, leaning over you to grab one of them. He’s letting his muscular weight rest on top of you, holding up his treasure- and your heart races as you realize that he’d picked out the strappiest, sexiest pair of panties from the bunch. “Look at that.”
But soon enough, you couldn’t look at whatever he was referring to- because Toji had your panties looped between his fingers. His fingers slipping down to his cock—
Almost like a decoration, Toji wraps the red, red fabric around his thickened hilt.
Fucking you while he has it on-
“You can also thank me fer making such good use of these panties.” His words stick against the back of your spine like perspiration. “For fucking my cock to th-these-” The daintily textured fabric grazes against your clit and your outer pussy in such a carnal way. “-eeeeevery single night I had them.”
You breathe out, “Shit, you didn’t.”
But he merely grunts out in such mean laughter, “You can thank me for cleaning up the mess- oh, and what messes I made with these. Heh.” His words are filthy enough to make your ears ring, and you’re gulping at the image of his…messes. “You can thank me for thinking of you each- and- every- time.”
Such ruthless smooches at your g-spot, all your nerves fried at the sheer pace of him. “You’re just…fuck.”
“Dick got yer tongue?”
“Filthy.”
“Nah, girlie.” His teeth sink into the lobes of your ears- you can physically feel the presence of his smirk. And that was saying the least, you could already feel the presence of his rude cockhead bashin’ in at your throat-
Toji hooks his free hand around your throat, pulling you up into a damn headlock. You’re crushed between his biceps. “I’m a pervert.”
“M-mercy…”
Your mouth gets stuffed with those lacy red panties immediately.
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The next knock on Toji Fushiguro’s apartment door comes hours after yours- and unlike your urgent one, this time it was steady. Stern.
Certainly not that of someone who’d lost their panties.
But then again, Toji certainly didn’t expect the person on the other side of the door to be-
“You.”
“You?”
Shiu Kong wanted to be the last person knocking on Toji Fushiguro’s door right now.
“I just moved in.” He explains, sounding as though his soul was being sapped away with every single syllable. The man peeks through the crack in the door—to where you were poking your head out of the bedroom. Right along with a…mountain of panties? “Next door…” Breathless.
“And?” Toji gruffs out, “I’ve got shit to do, man- or more like someone to do.”
Shiu deadpans, “I’ve come to formally file a noise complaint.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Hiber-MUNCH.
You had a problem.
See, the problem wasn’t that you were dating a bear hybrid: Ursus arctos horribilis, over seven feet tall and the most gentle man you’ve ever known. The problem wasn’t that it’d been a bit of a learning curve to get used to your separate species lifestyles - yours as a human, and Nanami’s with his den, his appetite, and his hibernation.
The problem wasn’t even the forty plus bed frames that Nanami had broken over the course of your relationship until now!
See, the problem was that…your panties had been disappearing.
You had more than enough pairs stuffed in your bottom drawer - frilly ones, spotted ones, sexy ones, even the odd grandma ones that hung loosely. And sure- occasionally you’d notice them more rumpled than you remember, or find one you particularly liked nowhere to be found.
But this morning, you’d lugged open your drawer and found—nothing. Absolutely nothing.
None of your panties.
Your drawer was wiped as clean as the day you bought it.
And who better to ask about what happened than your boyfriend? Though the process was a rather lengthy one- these days he’d been cooped up in a room he’d deemed his den. The season was nearing for Nanami to hibernate, to do nothing but stack his den full to the brim, to sleepily float through his days and leave you envious at the fact.
You’re knocking on the door to his den- and when no sound answers you, you’re throwing the room open to find it empty—hm…he must’ve gone out to buy more food.
Still, you hadn’t been inside here too often. Simply leaving your bear-hybrid boyfriend to his own habits until he was done with it.
And perhaps that was why - perhaps - you slipped through the door and looked around the space. It was plastered in cosy paintings, blankets, and carpets, radiating a warmth that always seemed to cling onto Nanami Kento like a second skin. Because of his sleep schedule during hibernation, Nanami already had a separate bed prepared in his den.
And you can’t help but inch over to the inviting thing—it was just so big.
With the silkiest covers and a wide space and- oh. And a strange lump under one of the numerous pillows.
Brows furrowing, you slip your hand inside and…pull out a heap of your panties. Scrunched-up. Rumpled. Used—they were just soaked in all of Nanami’s heady whiskey-infused pheromones, just so addictive that it sends you swaying on your feet.
It was him.
He was stealing your panties-
The front door clicks open.
“My love, I’m home—”
Steady footsteps.
And before you can find an inkling of rationality within you to perhaps stow away your panties- perhaps think up what your excuse for coming in here might be- Nanami Kento is already at the bedroom door.
Lips parting as he stares at you.
At the panties in your hands.
At you.
The groceries drop from Nanami’s jittering, feverish hands- and he’s in front of you before you can even blink. So fast that you think he might have just used magic. So hard that he’s wondering why he hadn’t led you inside here sooner.
The vision of you holding his dirty secret in your hands makes him…oh. Something inside him twitches.
So needy that you’re practically thrown by the whiskey essence leaving him in waves-
“My mate.” Panting out a scalding breath. Ears twitching. Even his voice trembled with something desperate- “So you’ve found my stash.”
You don’t flinch for a single second when Nanami raises an overlarge hand up—cupping your cheek gently. “My mate-” Octaves higher, unsteadier than you remember him ever being. That very same hand gently on your face slips down to choke your throat- “-m’gonna be thinking of your pussy all hibernation.”
You’re not getting out of here alive.
In no time, Nanami has his rugged hands scooped underneath your legs and his buff arms carrying you- dusted with light hairs. Strong. Sensual. As if you were nothing but a ragdoll. He’s throwing you over his shoulder and taking the few steps it takes to splay you out on the king-sized bed.
“My mate.” The blond man husks against your ear, something in his tone sounding as if he was agonized once he slips a hand underneath your skirt. Pantyless—you’d run out of them, of course.
He’s pressing his weight down on top of your squirming body, pinning you down against the blanket-covered mattress. Each ripple and ridge of his thick core-
And then you feel it.
The incredible length of his erection.
As a bear-hybrid, Nanami was just naturally large. So thick.
Your eyes dip downwards and you’re catching just the pinkish globe of his shaft peeking out, a shade that matches the pretty blush on his face. The fabric you were wearing starts to wetten with all the gooey drops of slick that he was leeeeaking out-
“O-oh my—” Your jaw drops at the feeling of something hard and sultry swipin’ down between your pussylips. Just pushing your skirt up your hips, his erection bulges your folds outwards. “Kento, you’re already- mmpf-”
And then you’re having one of your own soaked panties stuffed between your lips. “Shhhh, quiet for hibernation.”
“But-”
You’re hissing at the primal stretch opening up your thighs, blinking back your tears and-
Fuck.
He’s locking your ankles around his hefty waist, he’s letting his hips jerk forwards. “Mmmpf, Kento-” Swabbing his blushin’ globular tip inwards-
“My- ngh, mate.” And just the mere sound of your voice is enough to make him flinch- blond strands of hair falling over his gaze. He’s humping you like an animal in heat—maybe he was in heat already. “My mate-” And you can feel the lengthy girth of his cock slip iiiiiiin and ooooout past your folds, “My—fuck…”
“Kent- mmm.” It was just so difficult to speak past the gauzy underwear gagging your throat. “Baby, haven’t you even realized that you’ve cum?”
Already.
“Hmmm?” His molten gaze tries to focus on you, but Nanami was just so bleary with need that you wonder whether he could properly even see you. You’re jutting your chin out and gesturing at the mess he’s made below- the one that was drippin’ a hot white sheen down your core.
And it’s only then that the hybrid’s darkened eyes widen in realization, puffy lips parting—did he seriously just register the fact?
Lewd leering locked on the place between your legs, Nanami can’t help himself from pressing his leaking cock right between your pussylips. Using his right hand, he claws on top of your stomach and watches as a gooey white sap seeeeps straight out of your hole. Making it look as though you were so overstuffed that you were spilling out.
His balls clench at the heavenly vision, pumpin’ out more and more.
Pumping your hole more full than you could ever possibly handle at the moment, he grits down on his teeth and pushes. Eyes shut. Forehead perspired. “My…my mate.”
His voice fucking breaking as he echoes out that familiar mantra, Nanami sounded damn near tears. “I’m sorry I stole your panties.” Probin’ the entire shaft - entire fattened furious shaft - of his cock between your pussylips and straight up to your womb. “I’m sorry I c-couldn’t help myself- I’m sorry I fucked my cock with those panties—and plan to do it all ngh- over again.” Before you can even answer, he’s pummeling out the deepest, hardest hit to your cervix. “My mate.”
“Shit-”
Globular cockhead swipin’ inside your channel. It makes you see white. “My mate- my mate my mate my mate—”
He was trying to fuck each web of cum inside you like an animal-
Your entire body zaps with an electric orgasm as he leans down- scorched pants breezing down your features when Nanami bites down on the panties protruding from your lips. That strappy fabric now transferred to his own mouth, he’s leaning back and taking it in one hand.
Guiding that very hand down to wrap around his thick cock. As Nanami fucks you, he’s pumping his excess length with those sodden panties.
“B-by the end of this hibernation-” He growls, wobbly. “-yer gonna give me a cub, aren’t you, my love?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Jealous, jealous, jealous
“Negi.” Geto Suguru’s soft, simpering voice echoes through the hallways of the temple. Though the sweetness was not one to underestimate - and Negi knew better than to not straighten up immediately.
“Y-yes, dear leader?” The young man yelps out.
But Geto wasn’t looking at him. All that could be seen of him was his waterfall of jet-black hair—almost like a Stygian river of sorts. Geto Suguru had his eyes turned towards you - as they often did - except this time they were narrowed down at the animated conversation you were having with some newer member of the association. And Geto knew that look in his eyes - just a tad too shiny, his smile just a degree too happy. “By dayfall I should know every bit of information there is to know about that man.”
Negi shivers- he just thanks the heavens that that wasn’t him.
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“Ngh—oh.” Mere minutes later and you’ve found yourself in Geto Suguru’s vast chamber. It was one in a traditional Japanese style- and while you’d usually find yourself fucked on his soft futon.
Usually.
But now you’ve deviated until half your ass was dangling off of the mattress, your cunt spilling out in a puddle of your sweet, sweet slick. Geto had his hands gripped underneath your knees and tugging you upwards- a full nelson.
He had you in a fucking full nelson.
And it didn’t seem like he was going to let go of you any time soon. “F—fuck.” Geto’s spitting out through clenched teeth, just the tiniest primal tear from the back of his throat. “One more, right, gorgeous?”
“Suguru, you’ve said that-” Your pupils roll stupidly inside the whites of your eyes, “-all night long.”
Just swervin’ in the same circular pattern with his bludgeoning cockhead. He managed to pinpoint every tender spot inside you and thud away- banging hard and deep. At a pace that your body definitely couldn’t keep up with—“What was that?” He’s panting out. “Doesn’t sound like an answer to my question, honey…”
“I mean-”
“Oops, too late.” He’s smiling- you could hear it. And just as meanly, Geto pours out a trickle of precum that sploshes around inside of you n’ ends up leaking between your folds. It’s just letting out the most lecherous slurp- “One more, right, gorgeous?”
And your jaw parts as if to answer-
Before you’re quickly realizing that the question wasn’t directed at you.
It was directed at your swollen, slippery pussy all guuuulping down every inch that Geto gave. His rough cockhead prods around your inside- easing completely out with a plop!
Before gliding right back in.
Right until the hilt.
And to that pretty noise that escapes you, Geto cranes his ears. “‘Mmm, that sounded like a ‘give me one more’ to me.” He’s tittering out from behind you- and by now he’d already mapped out every inch and spot inside of you. By now he could already tell the faintest signals of your body—
And Geto knew when you were about to squirm restlessly—or even better, when you were about to run.
So he’s hiking his forearms up the undersides of your thighs, arms spreading your legs wiiiide open. Hips rutting up into yours. Geto tightens the way he has your body folded - almost like a ragdoll - and pricks away delicately at the sweetest spots inside you. Thud-thud-thud—
“Where’d you think you’re running, gorgeous?” Geto’s pouting from behind you, mockingly. “Your pussy’s the one that said she wanted- hah, one more. One more round. One more helping of Geto Suguru’s cum- that greedy girl.”
Sloppy strokes that end up bangin’ in your g-spot dead-on. “And you’re the pussy whisperer now?” He wasn’t showing you any mercy- so you couldn’t help but bite back.
“Oho?” One dark brow raises, “I always was good with kitties~”
Two sharp canines find themselves gnawing on the shell of your ear. Unable to move, unable to think—the only thing you can do is keeeeen out as he stretches an arm between your legs and pinches rudely at your clit.
Just so damn needy. Geto counts about one-two-three throbs at that sensitive nub before you’re shattering.
Straight into your nth high of the night that he knew would be taking over you very soon- he’s shivering at the sudden pulses of your walls. So soft n’ wet that it felt like heaven he was funneling his cock into. “Mmm—oh. And there goes your hah, ‘one more’, gorgeous.” He - too - ends up pumping out a few sticky wads of cum.
A slick seed that layers your dewy insides all white. “Sh-shit, how are you still cumming so much-”
“Well, that wasn’t for you.” Such a mean tone that he had - even when he sounded so kindly. Geto urged out something cornered and carnal inside of you that only made you even wetter- “That was for this pretty pussy o’ mine- duh.”
You whine. Bucking.
And he’s chasing those hips of yours riiiight up the softened surface, not letting his plump cockhead break contact with your cervix for a single second. Up-up-uuuuuup. “And she’s telling me that-”
“Oh no.”
“That you can handle three more.”
And you’re not sure whether it’s the sheer shock of his words, you’re not sure whether it’s the fact that his cock was still achingly hard and throbbing between your folds, you’re not sure whether it was simply the aftermath of your high- but your body grows restless.
Squirming. Stuttering.
You’re attempting to plant your feet on the edge of the futon and try to balance your hips- but all that does is make Geto hold onto you even harder.
His voice taking on such a breathy, broken tone. “Running again…” Tutting. “We still have ah- how many was it? Five more rounds to go, gorgeous.” It was three- but right now you’re too fucked stupid to answer anyway.
“I-it was…”
“And besides-” He hums, “Where’d you think you’re going anyway? Actually?”
“Nowhere-”
“It couldn’t be- to him, could it?”
Your tear-flooded lids snap open- when did they even close? And you’re desperately looking over your shoulder, about to ask just who he meant when—oh.
When you see that expression on Geto Suguru’s face.
It wasn’t that faux smile he often paraded to visitors of the temple, it wasn’t even that serene look he got when he was planning some attack or scheme. It was an expression that reminded you that there was a reason why even the most powerful amongst Jujutsu Society didn’t dare say a word against him.
And you’re quickly finding out just why - Geto Suguru was ruthless.
Geto Suguru would do anything to get what he wanted.
He dips his head down and whispers in your ear—low and ice-cold. “I’d say that I prefer if you do not see him again, honey.” A deliberate pause. “But I know that you won’t see him again.”
And then he’s hammering you straight into your fourth, fifth and sixth orgasms yet.
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“As you may have noticed, my family, one amongst us is missing.” Geto’s voice was clear and strong - unwavering in both himself and his echo as it reaches every corner of the expansive hallway. The hundreds upon thousands of associations were lined up in neat rows, crouched into bows so deep that they looked like ants from here.
He sits upon the stage like a throne, you on his lap.
Smile quirking at the edge of his pretty lips, he continues- “Now you know that I am a generous man.” They almost seem to flinch at his words. “You know that I share with you my home, my food, my protection, and my blessing.”
A pause.
“But there is one thing I do not share.”
He looks at you, amethyst eyes burning.
“And shall never share.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - PANTY PRINCE
Your phone buzzes with a notification.
Cho (loml): hey baby, i’m deep-cleaning the apartment today including our room. lmk if there’s anything you don’t want me to touch.
Cho (loml): i love you.
You have to suppress your smile in case your professor was feeling especially tetchy today, and you discreetly swipe to your messages.
You: Babyyyy you’re the best <3
You: Nuh-uh, go for it ml. I’ll get you those donuts you like from the shop downtown to make up for it <33
You: I love you.
Your phone buzzes again.
Cho (loml): <333!!!<333!111!!!1!!<333
Cho (loml): sorry tppo.
Cho (loml): *typo.
Cho (loml): meant to say i love you more.
Giggling, you’re content to let your phone sit on your table as you jot down your notes. Getting deep into the slideshow your professor drones on about when-
Another buzz.
Cho (loml): baby i’m cleaning out your panty drawer >.<
Cho (loml): woah baby…when did you get this lacy black set??
Cho (loml): fuck i can see my fingers through it.
Cho (loml): it barely even covers my palm.
You: Hehehe recently. Was meant to be a surprise but oh well.
Cho (loml): fuck.
You: Have fun <3
It’s only silence for a few minutes thereafter.
In fact, you’re just about to resign to the fact that you might not hear from him until you’re getting home- Choso always did tend to get wrapped up in whatever he was doing at the time. And you reach until the end of the class without-
Yet another buzz.
Cho (loml): i’m outside.
Outside? Your head reels—outside outside?
What the hell was your boyfriend doing outside? And you can’t pluck yourself out of your chair and speed down the lecture hall faster, reaching the edge of the entrance before-
A pale hand shoots out and clasps your wrist.
You’re being dragged into the nearest bathroom before you even realize that it’s your boyfriend leading you. His hands jittery. His coat flapping behind him.
His legs stepping frantically before you- thrumming with nervous energy even as he guides you inside the clan bathroom stall. Shutting the door behind him, he stares down at you and gnaws on his puffy pink lips. Choso looked as though he was on the verge of a secret. A confession.
“Baby?” You start, still startled by the whiplash journey here. “Are you alright? What happened? I thought you were at the apartment, why are you h-”
And he doesn’t answer- no.
That’s not why you’re cutting yourself off.
Instead, you’re enraptured by the way that Choso reaches for the hemline of his thin black t-shirt and—tugs upwards. Displaying the shape of his v-line, the beginning of his abs, the scruff of black happy trail that was still visible through your sheer panties.
You freeze.
Your sheer panties.
You could recognize those straps anywhere- they were barely-there and the type of gauzy lace that had patterns on it. Now wrapped around Choso’s toned hips—his cock strained against your underwear. Long and painfully hard.
He reaches up and exposes more of himself to you.
Your matching bra set stretched around his pectorals.
So it was practically a no-brainer once you’d grabbed Choso by the shoulders- shoving him against the thin stall divider. Tugging his pants down just enough for you to take in all of him in those sinful panties, you’re gliding your fingertips down his erection.
Over the thin layers of fabric, that pretty pink tip that peaked just out. Uncontained.
He hisses at your touch, head throwing back behind him and hitting the plastic wall. Not even looking down at you, his hips seem to move before his mind and rub-rub-rub his protruding cockhead between your pussylips. “Sh-shit.” And you swear that what he’s letting out were the prettiest whimpers you’ve heard in your entire life. “Shit, baby—oh, baby, I don’t think m’gonna last much longer.”
“I just put my hands on you, Cho.” You tease.
“B-but I was just so fucking hard all the way here.” Choso blubbers out, sobs crackling at the back of his throat. One hand grabs at the side of your right ass cheek, bringing your pussy down to kiss his cock. The other reaches down—“Because I kept thinking about- ngh, you picking these just f’me. You trying them on—” Down to pump his cock. “Oh, your pussy probably felt so fucking good in these.”
You could feel your cunt throb at the words.
And before long you’re bouncin’ your hips down onto his. You’ve cornered him - easily, because Choso did love to be at your mercy, after all.
The hand furiously fisting his cock reaches upwards to chase your pussy with a whine- rutting his cockhead in a frenzy. Lids falling shut in a second, “And I k-kept thinking about just how maaaaad you’d be at me.”
“Well, I am mad, Choso.” You hum.
Lower lip wobbling cutely, Choso pleads up at you with watery eyes- ones that are nearly bulging out of his head. Because in a single motion you veer your hips down and sliiiiide all his thickened inches inside of you.
You swear he’s the hardest you’ve ever felt him to be- pulsing out the most lecherous ba-dump! inside of you. You tug on the little curls at the nape of his neck, “I’m mad you didn’t tell me about this little liking of yours sooner…”
“W-well, I didn’t know.” He hiccups, puckered tip swipin’ at your cervix. “I thought you’d tell me off- ngh, tell me how naughty I am for wearing your panties.”
“Not just my panties.” Sliding a hand underneath his t-shirt. You’re reaching where his pecs stretched out your poor bra, his chest puffed up and panting. Those perky pink nipples of his were straining against the transparent fabric, and you’re grazing your thumb uuuup and down- “You’re not just naughty- you’re filthy, Choso.”
“Ngh—” He’s whimpering out, hips jerking upwards. That strawberry pink divot at the end of his shaft leaks out in glittering wads of precum that coat your hole. “Baby, and I also fucked m-myself using this panties- ngh, felt so good to rub it down my cock…”
He was egging you on. “Mmm, I take it back then.” Choso flinches at your tone. “Just sinful, baby.”
“Fuh-fuuuuck-” Choso was on the verge of creamin’ himself just from the mean words you were telling him. His rovering shaft was probing into your every sweet spot, the smallest geyser being filled up by his relentless divot. “And I’d do it again- fuck, I’d do it again, baby.”
You’re pulling on his sweat-drenched hair - and it’s enough to make him spray out in his scalding hot syrup. “How did I ever manage to get a boyfriend this depraved, hm?”
“Baby, m’gonna cum.” He whines out.
“Hmm…” You’re reaching behind you and unclipping that bra he was wearing- and Choso lets you shrug it off easily. Wrapping it around your hand and slitherin’ upwards to stuff his pretty lips. “Then stay quiet, hm? Also if you make a mess then you’re buying me new ones, Cho.”
He hisses through his nostrils, “That can be arranged…”
And it’s the last thing rasping out of the poor man before he’s then splatterin’ out hot and deep inside you with all his cum. It’s reaching into every depth, splashing against your walls and cascading along your walls.
It ends up gushing right up to the front of your hole. Leaving a streak of white glued to Choso’s cock and your panties barely containing his cock-
“Oh…” His mouth drops, parched. Tight balls slappin’ your cunt away—“Now it looks even prettier, baby.”
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.
The next time you’re visiting the sweet lingerie store you snapped that black set in, it’s with Choso as well.
He’s trailing in behind you—as though your figure could cover his own, body hunched, hands permanently on you, eyes darting around the store. Even though he was about a head taller than you and two times as more intimidating- “B-baby, maybe this isn’t a good idea-”
“Welcome, madam~” A lovely girl bounds up to you- and you’ve no doubt that the two of you make quite the strange pair. Her eyes flick between you and your boyfriend, “I take it that you enjoyed our piece from last week?”
You share a look with Choso- who only blushes deeper. “Oh, you could say that.”
She giggles knowingly, “And how can I help you today?”
“One just the same.” You hum, “Perhaps in different colors, perhaps some a little more…risqué.”
“Oh, we have just the thing-” Urging the two of you to follow her, “There’ve been some new shipments and I came across one that would look perfect on you, madam-”
“Actually…” You interject, “We’re looking for one for him.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Your Majesty…
It was widely known throughout the land that Ryomen Sukuna was not a shy man.
That was saying the least of it: he was an actual tyrant.
This could be widely agreed-upon by most inhabiting Japan, most of all by the attendants who had the privilege to serve the King of Curses. They would see first-hand the way a mere flick of the man’s hand would be more powerful than the cursed energy of the nation combined, the way the massive estate itself seemed to tremble before him, the way he’d make you tremble…
Though in a different way entirely.
And so it’d come as quite the shock to both well-wishers and traitors when they were brought to mercy before the man’s courts- and would find themselves face-to-face with the King upon his throne. You seated upon his lap.
Your cunt being split by both sets of his shafts, split up n’ down—just baaaaarely hidden by the expensive robes that he’d dress you up in.
The King’s infamous Queen.
Oh, this was his favorite part - this was the only way he’d be able to handle growing through hundreds perhaps thousands of those who come begging for his favor and his forgiveness.
And they’d have a choice- run away or stay bowed.
With their heads lowered to the floors, they’d remain. Trying not to make a single noise or movement that would indicate the heat burning between their own two legs-
Though, Ryomen Sukuna would know either way.
Casting a dismissive glance at the subjects kneeled before him, before he scoffs- “This pussy of yours has some admirers again, brat.” When it doesn’t look as though you were about to respond any time soon, the King scoffs and jerks his hips up to bruise your womb twice. “Ya hear me? Too fucked dumb? Oi—we have guests ya know.”
“Sh-shush, Kuna.” And telling the King of Curses to silence himself?
Those subjects kneeled at your feet aren’t sure whether they’re shivering due to your blatant treason or due to the rough, echoing laugh that Sukuna lets out.
Bouncing his thick thighs up just a little to make you buck n’ whine- “Easy there, woman.” He’s snarling out a smile with both sets of teeth, showcasing those pearly white canines. “ Gonna ruin my reputation, callin’ me that.” And then he’s addressing the rest of the room, “Chatty, huh? She always gets like this when she’s needy- heh.”
“Kuna…” Embarrassed at the blatant stares at your back- but too far gone on his sinful cocks to do anything about it.
One of his plump cockheads swipe against your g-spot and make you arch lecherously. Your hands coming to claw at his toned shoulders with a repeated whine- “Sorry ‘bout her.” Flickering his eyes over to the bowed men, it’s intense enough to make them flinch where they bent. “C’mon, brat- why don’t we put ya in quiet time.”
“Mmmpf-” You’re blubbering out at the scorching breath of his second mouth opening wide.
With a belched chuckle his slick cursed tongue glides down to your pussy- “Heh, we almost don’t even need to- yer fucked dumb as is.” Sukuna’s grumbling from above you—and of course, one of his four hands comes to clasp the back of your head. “But this part’s always so fun—”
“Kuna- mmpf.”
The sets of eyes from the kneeled spectators snap up at the sound of the filthiest squelch they’ve heard in their entire life. Looking up right in time to see the sorcerer’s cursed mouth opening up and slippin’ his hooked tongue between your own lips.
Makin’ out with you.
And Sukuna narrows his eyes down at their abashed faces—shocked. “Look look-” He’s thrusting his hefty hips up to get your attention. “They’re shocked at what a naughty girl ya are, brat.”
Tears stream down your cheeks, “Mmmpf-”
“The only thing you can say, huh?” He snickers, before turning his crimson eyes to the men before him. Their cocks likely throbbing only half as much as his own two were- slippin’ and sliding along your wet walls to hit each spot inside you perfectly. “Proceed.”
His subjects gape.
Sukuna furrows his pale pink brows- though there was a quality about it that made it seem so mocking. “Didn’t hear me above her pussy?” And to their sensual excitement, the King was grabbing ahold of your hips- pausing the squelching tone for a mere few seconds. “Proceed.”
But in the next sultry moments, they could barely even hear their own breaths at just how loud the wettened slap-slap-slapping noise was becoming. Sukuna’s hot, throbbing lengths were almost nothing but blurs disappearing in and out of your tight hole.
“I-I…” The man at the forefront of the bowed subjects starts to speak, eyes ogling the display. “I bring myself before you to ask for forgiveness for the treason-”
“Ah ah-” Sukuna sharply interrupts, “Won’t you first greet your royals?”
“My apologies-” He rushes, “All the prosperity to you, My King. And-”
“And your Queen?”
“And ever-more to My Queen.” All but crying out.
“Well, she’s my Queen.” Sukuna’s grumbling underneath his breath- now with his eyes locked on you and reluctant to move away. You were just the prettiest with both sets of your puffy lips gaped wiiiide open for him, glossed in so many layers of slick. “But proceed.”
“W-well, as I was saying, I bring myself before you to ask for forgiveness for the treason of conspiring with another-”
And this time he’s cut off by you—
“Sh-shit, Kuuuna-” Your shrill voice echoing into each four corners of the throne room, “M’cumming, m’cumming-”
Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth and makes the King swipe away at the mess with one of his hands. The edge of his own lips lifting up at the thwack! of his ruddied tips against your spongy cervix. Again and again.
Fucking you through your orgasm.
“Heh…” Sukuna’s four crimson eyes crinkle at the edges in amusement, “And whaddaya think? Do they deserve forgiveness, brat?” When you aren’t able to answer- he’s pummelin’ away even harder along your webbed walls. “How abooooout- if you cum again, they deserve forgiveness. And if you don’t cum again, they don’t deserve forgiveness. And if you squirt, m’gonna execute them for treason.”
He chuckles meanly.
Each of the human subjects quiver before this monster.
Because the one thing that no one mentions about the King of Curses?
He was downright filthy for you.
♡ INO TAKUMA - 143
“I love you…” Ino pants out, breath fogging the glass.
He reaches out to wipe away the mist from his computer screen- but actually ends up keeping his palm splayed out upon it. Almost as if he was inches away from heaven and yearning to reach right through it—“I love you.”
And he doesn’t even have the mind to wince as his voice cracks- perfectly in time with the way his hand grows furious on his cock. Pumping long and hard.
Up and down. Up and down. Up and down—
He’s flicking his slender thumb underneath the rim of his slit, watching as his precum spurts out in overtime because of it. But he can’t cum now- he flattens his thumb on top of his shaft. He can’t cum until you do.
“I love you I love you I—” Absolutely botching his tone at the back of his voice, Ino trembles as you start to twitch on screen in that way you did whenever you got close. “I love you- hck.”
And then he’s throwing his head back and cumming right on time as you - in lewd synchronization.
He fucks his fist right through that looooong and aching high, pumping out so many wads of cum that his lap faintly resembles a waterpark by now. It’s dripping down his tannish thighs and creating a lacquer of white that gleams under the glare of the computer- the only source of light in the room.
As Ino comes down from his high, he hears - almost as if from a distance - the sweet tone that was your voice. He could pick out your voice anywhere. “—and I’ll be having a raffle where one lucky subscriber of mine will get the chance to spend a whooooole night-” You lean in closer to the lens, letting it capture every pretty inch of you. Right down to where you’d gnawed down on your lower lip from cumming too hard- “-with me.”
He doesn’t care about the tens of hundreds of thousands likely doing the same right now - and commenting that they were, too.
He’s never entered anything so fast in his entire life.
He’s never wanted so badly to win.
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.
.
Ino supposes that it wasn’t a miracle that he won (though…it sort of was) considering he’d entered the raffle multiple times. Even going so far as to create fake accounts and type his name into that form.
Again. And again.
And again and again and again- okay, maybe Ino Takuma was just a little obsessive. But what’s a little yearning when it comes to true love?
Either way, he considers all those long and sleepless nights spent entering a damn raffle to be worth it. Aaaaaall so worth it when it comes to this very moment: with you laid out on top of him. Just like in his dreams.
With your hands pinning his toned body down to your bed (one he’s seen so many times in your videos before!), with your hips bouncin’ up and down his cock craaaaaazily. Whatever you’ve done previously with all those curled dildos and hot-pink vibrators were nothing against what you were doing to his cock- slicked with spittle n’ all smooooth inside your cunt, sensitive wherever your walls rubbed.
He was pussydrunk practically from the first thrust inside your gooey depths- babbling away underneath you as you swerved n’ tugged. Wrestling his cock inside of you as you tried to find your most favorite spots-
“Oh.” Suddenly, you’re arching your back with an elongated moan. The prettiest noise that he wishes he could record right now. Your lashes flutter in that irresistible way that always sends your subscribers into a frenzy. “Mmm, I think you found the spot, baby.”
Technically, you were the one that did all the work- but Ino’s happy to nod his head stupidly. “I-I did, baby. Does it feel good?”
“Mhmmm—so good.” And without warning, you’re dragging his palm over to stick against your front. Right above where his blushin’ red tip kept on poking at your cervix- “X marks the spot, mhm?”
“M-mhm.” He frantically agrees.
And shit- he looks so cute with his lips all wobbly and tears streaming down his pretty face. Ino Takuma didn’t even seem to realize just how attractive he looked when he was falling apart on your pussy. Face blushing. Tone ruined.
His thighs giving off the greatest shivers once you cleeeench your sopping wet walls around him.
“I love you.”
Ino’s spit-slicked lips part open with a whisper-
And for a good few seconds you don’t even think you heard him correctly.
In an attempt to hear him better, you falter your rough plapping down onto his hips. You crane in with a gentle smile, “What was that, Taku?”
But the man beneath you merely shakes his head.
Merely scrunches his eyes and lets his throat wrack with a tiny sob- he’s shaking and shaking his head at the first signs of you stopping. Before grabbing either side of your waist and push-push-pushing his pretty cockhead upwards. “I love you.” Almost as if he couldn’t stop the sentence from escaping. He’s not letting you slow down for a single second whilst he scours your deepest innards with his dripping cock. “I love you I love you I—hck! love you.”
And every time Ino shoves the length of his puckered shaft inside you, you can feel it hitting at your throat. “You love me, Taku?”
He doesn’t seem to pick up on the tease, and can only needily nod. “I do. I love you, pretty—ngh.”
“Awww—do you mean to say you love this pussy?” You’re whispering filthily into his ear, watching as the skin of his ear grows red. “Or do you love these hips-” On cue, you’re slamming them down onto his - meeting his sloppy cadence dead-on. “Or do you love these tits—”
“I love you.” He’s echoing out once more.
And it doesn’t matter how red and sensitive the skin ‘round his pelvis is growing, it doesn’t matter how sensitively his ruddied tip feels. It doesn’t even matter how pussydrunk he finds himself on your cunt, because Ino’s always chasing your gooey pussy up for more, more, more-
“I love all of you-” After a few more vicious strokes, he manages out. Gliding a hand between the valley of your chest. “I love your tits.” Down to your waist. “Love your hips.” Down to flick at your clit. “Loooooove your pussy.”
“And?” You ask, breathless.
And he’s blinking his teary lashes up at you, “But most of all I love you.”
There were practically hearts in his eyes- in fact, his pupils were starting to look like hearts. Or maybe you were slowly growing cockdrunk, as well…
You feel yourself clamping down on him- and you can feel Ino twitchin’ even harder. Close.
“Well, whaddaya say to that-” And this time you’re talking - but not to Ino at all. Instead, you’re swivelling your head to the glaring light at your side. Right where your professional camera was propped up, alongside some bright ring lights n’ a wide screen with the two of you.
And the numerous comments.
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“Well, you heard what they say.” You’re beaming down at him with a too-sultry smile.
And he’s almost seeing heaven as you speed your hips up lewdly, just chaaaasing that sweet, sweet release. Though, Ino’s sure that he could cum right then and there at the way you’re leaning down to whisper in a voice just for him. “After this is all over, how about a date?”
“I really do love you.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - “Erm- actually!”
“Shhhh—” At this point you can’t stop yourself from reaching a hand out and physically pressing it against your tutor’s mouth.
It was a pretty one, alright, but you anyone within a five -mile radius would forget anything about Gojo Satoru’s prettiness just as soon as he opened that damn mouth- “Enough.” Your weary voice sounds even louder in your empty dorm room. Late into the night. Textbooks spread out all around you. “You will not be debating me on the g-spot of all things-”
“Erm-”
“Try again.”
“Look, I’m just saying alright—!” Gojo pushes his thick glasses further up his nosebridge. He shakes his bangs out of his eyes, and fixes you with a piercing sapphire gaze. “The existence of the Gräfenberg spot has not been scientifically proven to be an anatomical structure universally present in-”
“But it’s true that there is an erogenous area on the inner vaginal wall, isn’t it?”
“Reportedly, yes.” He’s fixing his glasses once more, one index raising into the air the way it did whenever he was rambling about something or the other. “Though we aren’t sure whether this is an extension of the clitoral structure or a separate network altogether- and that is if the Gräfenberg spot, like I said, is a pre-existing requisite for the-”
“Requisite or not, at least I know I have it.” You’re rolling your eyes.
“And how would you confirm that? Scientifically?”
You…what?
You’re giving the bespectacled man in front of you the most deadpan look in your life- and no matter how many emotions flit across your face in that very moment, it all ends in one single word: virgin.
But Gojo Satoru was a smart man - and so he’s quickly picking up on what he’d just said.
With a pointed cough, he’s adjusting his glasses when he so-clearly didn’t need to. Looking away from you, you could see the way the tips of his ears were burning bright red. “W-well, of course you could study…that scientifically.” Gojo stutters as he attempts to salvage whatever’s left of his dignity, “In fact, you probably have more experience regarding your Gräfenberg spot than- than anyone. Though m-most scientific studies are vetted- but this degree of ah- anatomy is—”
“Satoru.” You’re cutting right through yet another one of his rambles- and he almost looked relieved to be stopped himself. “Do you want to fuck me?”
Gojo squeaks out in surprise—“What- I mean yes—but in a perfectly scientific…though perhaps we should reconsider the implications- however, if you would like to-”
This time when he’s interrupted, it still is by you.
Though not by your voice, your words, your groans of displease.
But rather- by the way you’re starting to tug off your shirt and unclip your bra. And Gojo Satoru is only growing more and more flushed until his glasses looked as though they were completely fogged—“Just shut and fuck me, nerd.”
“I could f-find the Gräfenberg spot in real life…” He’s breathlessly whispering.
“Satoru.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And in practically no time, you’ve tugged down his stupid Digimon sweatpants and urged him to loom on top of you. Gojo’s hands planted on either side of your head, his legs spreading apart your thighs.
Those slender hips of his tremble juuuuust the slightest bit as he leans in- ruby-red erection almost painfully hard. His cockhead bobs as it slides between your pussylips—Gojo’s brows furrowing in concentration. “Sh-shit, remember what they taught you-” He’s whispering to himself. Tongue sticking between his pretty pink lips, “Remember what all that hentai taught you-”
Your head snaps to him, “What?”
“What?”
And it’s the last thing you’re hearing before a sudden jerk of his honed, hungry hips lean in. Before he’s squeezing his thickened cockhead- “Sh-shiiiiiiit—” Octaves higher. Voice breaking. His cock slips right between your pussylips and gives such a tight thrust- “Oh my- shiiiit. Fuck. Oh my-”
“Are you alright, Satoru?” You almost have to hold back a giggle.
He sounds as though he was shaking- in fact, he was shaking. Blushing from the roots of his white hair and all the way down to his protruding cockhead, “This is—oh.” Gojo throws his head back with a moan loud enough that you’re sure you’d receive a noise complaint tonight, closing his blue eyes in pure delight. “This is so much better than the hentai made it seem, sweetheart.”
“You learned everything from hentai?” You gasp.
“Most of it.” He admits, “But why does it feel like I’m the one…”
“The one?”
“I’m the one getting all…pussydrunk.”
And he just can’t help how good you feel.
He just can’t help himself from pumpin’ and pumpin’ his cocktip against you like a madman- pistoning his veiny inches inside you wildly. Gojo places a hand on top of your stomach to keep you grounded to the bed, at least…that’s what you think he’s doing.
But after a few vulgar strokes hittin’ at your spongy cervix, it becomes obvious that what he’s using his leverage for instead is to reach for your softest spot. That favorite spot of yours.
The Gräfenberg spot, as he had put it.
“Anterior vaginal walls…” He’s mumbling to himself, staring so deeply and desperately at the place where his roverin’ cockhead kept on hitting. Hitting and hitting. “About 2.0 inches to 3.1 inches inside based on most studies—”
His heavy balls were smack-smack-smacking away at the very forefront of your cunt, leaving you feeling all raw from the inside and out.
The only one feeling more raw than you being Gojo himself - his glasses kept slipping down his face because of all the tears, snifflin’ out the biggest sobs down his pretty cheeks. It just felt so gooooood that he can’t help but shiver- “Though disagreement persists, s-sexologists believe it is towards the urinary system-” Not realizing. Not even registering in that muddled haze of a brain, nothing but a space for him to memorize just how you slurp n’ suck on his cock. “And along the outer mucosa that should be riiiiiight around here-”
“Shit, you’re close.” You feel his ridged tip drag along your velvety insides. And it’s as if the more determined he was to find that particular spot - the one he was so sure wasn’t proven earlier - the messier he got. “Satoru, how did you manage to get even sloppier?”
Not even fully pulling out by this point—his crowned, ruddied tip was kissin’ away at your womb and push, push, puuuushing even deeper.
He’d go even past your womb had it been scientifically possible.
The sheer carnal pressure makes you clench, and Gojo’s echoing out such a tooootured groan. Blissfully tortured.
“Oh—oh.” Hissing. Hatching out tiny whimpers at the back of his throat, “Even considering the diverse physiological differences, and the fact that it might not even—fuck, keep squeezin’ me like that, my girl.” And it’s almost as if the more he was fucking you, the more pussydrunk he was becoming, the more and more he was babbling away. “A network of erogenous zones that-”
“Satoru-”
“-theoretically ends up with your g-spot being-”
“Shit, it feels too good-”
“-right here.”
Gojo’s hand presses down on your core. Gojo’s cock presses down on your g-spot- just like the cutest button that works to make your body twitch.
The first early signs of your orgasm overtaking you—before Gojo’s mentally reeling through the signals and registering that you were cumming. Just from that. He’s fucking into you as if he hated you, as if he couldn’t get enough of that pretty g-spot he’d just proven the existence of-
“You didn’t prove shit.” You’re spitting through clenched teeth- shit, had he said that out loud? Your eyes widen, “You did…”
And had he said that out loud?
With a crazed chuckle, the white-haired man slithers his hand down n’ starts toying with your clit. “Erm- actually, you’re the one cumming because of this- hah, loser virgin nerd.” He presents you with such a content smile, “So checkmate, sweetheart.”
“Satoru, you’re utterly p-pussydrunk.” Struggling to speak over the constant overflow of moans. It just fried your brain until you almost felt numb- the way he kept on bashin’ your g-spot.
It’s such a long wave of euphoria that Gojo was dragging you through, his slicked cock peeeerfectly shaped to rover all over your walls. Your deepest innards. Your womb.
You just couldn’t get enough of him ending off each rude hammer with a strike there. “But it’s okay…” And he’s lethargically letting you pull him down n’ kiss him on the lips - you could do whatever you wanted with Gojo Satoru by this point, and he’d let you. “-because I’m cockdrunk, too.”
And Gojo had never read, scientifically, about orgasms that just take you by surprise.
But it happens the moment you utter those sweet words- electricity zapping through him as though he’d just been shocked. He’s twitching at the sudden pour of ivory sap from his cockhead.
Pouring and pouring.
Puddling up somewhere deep inside you that he-
“Fertilization can occur between a t-time period of five minutes to several days.” Gojo mutters out half-ruined. He’s scraping his hand across your front and feeling as his erection just plaps! out webbed volumes of seed. More than he knew he’d ever be able to produce in his entire life.
You groan as he fucks each honeyed ounce inside of you- “Yes?”
“Then it doesn’t hurt to have a second trail, right?” He’s pleading with you, “Out of twenty-five?”
Like a damn science experiment.
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A call of your name.
You’re turning around swiftly- right before you’re reaching the edge of the lecture hall.
Professor Yaga meets you in the middle of the open space, and once he does he gives you a short but sweet nod of affirmation. “I have noticed significant progress in your knowledge of anatomy and signaling pathways this past assignment.” And though he always sounded like a sort of army sergeant, you knew that Yaga always meant well. “It’s impressive, I advise you to keep it.”
“Thank you, professor.” You’re smiling gratefully, eyes flickering over to a flash of white somewhere behind him. “I’ve just got a hell of a tutor lately.”
And he’s following your line of sight—“Ah- Mister Gojo? He’s the brightest of the department for a reason.” But then a slightly concerned expression crosses his face - as though Yaga himself was having flashbacks to all the ‘erm- actually’ he’s had to endure. “Though perhaps a little…lacking in the social department. I take it that tutoring hasn’t been without its hiccups?”
“Oh, you could say that…” You trail off- and Gojo had reached where you were by this point.
He hovers as though he was trying to disappear into the wall but not make it seem as though he wanted to disappear into the wall-
“But he’s a really hands-on teacher.” You finish off, looking straaaight at the nerdy boy. “I like that.”
Gojo squeals loud enough that Yaga snaps his head over.
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 30-year-old Virgin
“Do you need any help with that, sir?”
He shuffles a document, “No, no.” Flashing you a brief but unfairly attractive smile, “Continue.”
“Alright alright…” You let your voice trail off, peeking over the glaring computer screen. Higuruma Hiromi, or should you say…your boss, raises a dark brow in challenge. “Truth or dare, sir?”
“I told you not to call me that.” He sighs, slightly shuddering- was it drafty inside the office?
The midnight air was the coldest this time of year; alert and cutting, like the long hours you’d spent cooped up inside the company building. Combing through every receipt and contract and photograph of what should be a slam dunk fraud case for your client—false, of course. Or so that’s what you were supposed to prove.
“Truth.” That deep voice cuts you out of your work-induced stupor.
“Truth, hm…” You’re tapping on your chin thoughtfully, wondering what other sweet secret to wrench out of your ever-stoic boss. You were lucky that it was just the two of you working overtime - all those morsels of Higuruma being single and being a cat person and once being bullied before he threatened to sue them were all yours. So you can’t help it-
“When did you lose your virginity?”
And at that, you watch the dark-haired man’s eyes widen. “P-pardon?”
“Cat got your tongue?” You tease, “When did you lose your virginity?”
Higuruma Hiromi - the most eloquent man you’ve met in your entire life, the most dependable lawyer on court, a terror with his words - gulps. He looks away. Speechless.
And you’re just about wondering whether you’ve overstepped your boundaries (when did he lose his virginity, seriously—) when he whispers.
Just a whisper.
“I’m a virgin, miss.”
“Oh.”
Oh.
Not that there was anything wrong with that—but with a face like that, and a body like that? You’d always assumed that the ladies and gentlemen and everyone in-between would be lining up for a piece of him. And so you can’t help but wonder…
“Do you need any help with that, sir?”
.
.
.
Two minutes later- perhaps even less, you’re bent over Higuruma’s desk.
A wet sheen down your inner thighs. Achingly needy.
With your tight skirt lifted to expose your lower half, and your pussy drippin’ through your sodden panties. Just dripping.
So damn soaked that he could see it from where he was standing behind you. Higuruma has both hands glued to the sides of your hips, his rough palms drawing lovin’ circles over and over as if he couldn’t trust his very eyes.
As if he couldn’t register it. As if he knew that he was seeing his pretty junior attorney and her just-as-gorgeous pussy. “So fuckin’ wet…” But he couldn’t bring himself to believe it was all real. “S’this all for me, angel?”
“Yes—” You moan, pushing your cunt back against him. Your slit drags down the tight front of his pants n’ snags on his thickened erection. “Give it t’me, sir.”
“Fuck.” His body ruts- shoving you against the wooden lining of the desk. Uncontrollable.
You yelp at the way you’re pushed further up the furniture, important documents fluttering at the movement. “O-oh—”
“Careful, angel. Caaaaareful.” His husky baritone sends shivers up your spine- heightened even more at the ringing sound of his zipper. Being pushed aaaaaall the way down as he pulls his throbbing cock out- you attempt to swivel your head behind to take a good look at him.
Only for Higuruma to bang a hand down atop your head and smush your cheek to the frigid surface. All of a sudden, a lecherous slurp! emanating from between your legs - something thick and rock-hard kissin’ your entrance. “I might be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean m’not your boss still, hm?” He gives the lightest rut—the lightest, and sends your hole achin’ at the raw stretch of his cockhead. “Isn’t that right?”
You’re gasping out desperately, “You’re right- you’re right-”
“I’m right…who?” He’s humming - enjoying this far too much. Sounding so mean.
“What?” Struggling against his hold to stare into those deep, dark eyes. “I thought you said not to-”
“That was then.” There was such a tone of finality in Higuruma’s voice, and his jaw unfastens a little when he feels just how wet you’re gushing out against him. Sliiiiiiding your glaze down his plumpened tip and all the way along his shaft- “But when we fuck…call me ‘sir’.”
And that’s exactly what you’re keening out - loud enough that you’re sure the entire building might have heard had it not been empty at this sinful hour. Because just then, Higuruma swabs his slurpin’ cockhead against your hole and funnels you with his length.
So long. So thick.
Such an incredible primal length that it-
“Fuh-fuck.” Did Higuruma Hiromi just stutter?
And not only was the lawyer stuttering - letting his voice shatter into a zillion pieces at the back of his throat - but he was nearly collapsing his body onto yours. His entire hefty weight resting on your cunt, his fingers trembling wherever they held onto you, his cockhead probin’ between your pussylips and hitting your cervix with a great bang!
Eeeeeeeeasing in. Long and slick.
“Fuck.” He’s repeating like a mantra, like a broken record-player. You hear Higuruma audibly swallow a few times and try to regain his balance-
“Are you alright, si—oh.” Before all his adjusting makes him graze the curvaceous cocktip against your nerves. One of those delicate spots that make you throw your head back and clench-
“Don’t you fucking move.” Higuruma barks out like an order. Suddenly reeling his hips closer and jerking his plump tip against that spot once more- harsh. Sloppy. It’s as if he didn’t even realize he was doing so until he already was. “Actually- don’t do anything.”
“How can I possibly even…”
Pupils blown, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the rapid thud-thud-thudding with his rounded cockhead. “Don’t even say anything.” Almost on cue, his heavy balls were clenching at the pretty sound of your voice. “Don’t even fuh-fuck back.” And you never realized just how strong your boss was until he’s pressing up against you from behind. His ruthless pelvis pinning your restless hips down as he drills into you like a madman.
An utter madman-
“Don’t even fuck- take your panties off.” It was just dizzying the pace he was pounding out already. No hesitation in his thrusts. “Don’t even think—”
A bead of sweat drips down Higuruma’s forehead and ends up splashing onto your back. With his teeth clenched, he’s slithering a hand between your legs and giving your throbbing clit a good pinch-
“Don’t you fucking—oh.”
To make you squeeze his inexperienced cock harder than ever.
And he sounds almost agonized.
Ruby-red tip glazed with all his creamy pre- he flinches away inside you with no warning. Draggin’ inside your walls with the delicious line of his slit, he’s managing to press into every tiny spot and crevice…before simply halting. Not moving his hips.
Not even one bit.
Like there was something clawing at the most carnal parts of him- and just as you’re about to ask Higuruma what was wrong…you feel something hot and treacly fill you up inside.
Your voice catches in your throat, “Sh-shit, did you just-”
“Yes.”
“Just from that?”
“Just from that…”
Though you really didn’t need an answer to your query - because at your innards you could feel Higuruma’s seed splosh! away. Taking over every inch of space inside your cunt and glazing each nook with his ivory sap.
His hand migrates from the back of your head to your neck, pinning your body down further against the mahogany. “Does- fuck, there’s no way pussy feels this good.”
“I mean- ngh.” You babble, mind muddled at the sensation of him stuffing you. Making you overspill. You attempt uselessly to move your hips behind in desire of some friction, “Are you pussydrunk already, sir?”
But he holds steadfast. “No- no, it must just be this pussy. It must just be yours—that’s so fuckin’ unfair.” His voice breaks. His hand slaps down on your skin- and you didn’t think you’d ever get away with going against his orders, did you? Higuruma Hiromi always had been the stern type of boss, always expecting the best from his employees. And that even seeps into his desire right now when he’s shovelling his hips against yours to stop you from moving. Hitting that soft, sweetened target of your womb—hard. “This pussy should be illegal.”
“Oh—” Clawing at the polished wood before you. Allowing the soles of your feet to be fucked inches off of the floor. “Oh my- fuck, sir, I think you’re gonna break the table-”
“So let me break it.” He grumbles, “It’s my table.” Constantly webbing up the back of your pussy with his ribbons of cum- “And you’re my employee.”
“I am-”
“I am…who?”
“I am, sir.” He’s fucking you like he hated you.
“After all-” And you swear you can hear him break out into a chuckle from behind you. “-don’t you worry, angel.”
And you almost dread to hear what nasty words your boss was going to be whispering in your ear. Teething his pearly whites against your sensitive ear.
Some comfort for my emotionally tired peeps （╹◡╹）♡
Sukuna is not for sentimentality. Perhaps the path he walked had made him so. But your very being questioned that notion, making him feel things he didn’t believe himself to be capable of.
His pain, he had countered. But the ache caused in his heart by yours was a whole new level of misery. The sobs you try to silence from him, the teary gaze you turn away.
He’s stunned into silence.
You’re a foolish, emotional creature. Yet now that you reign in his heart…he wishes he could crush whatever caused you pain. Keep you to him and have all your problems disappear.
“Stop crying.” He demands, unbothered by the tears that stain the fabric of his clothes, a hand resting on top of your head to pet away the pain. He’s deeply angry about whatever so might have caused you distress.
“Stop.” He demands again, though he doesn’t mean it. He’s new to providing comfort, after all. But as your sniffles subside, he lets out a little huff, “you sentimental fool.”
He wipes your tears away with his clawed hands and speaks gruffly, “there’s nothing to worry about, brat.”
Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he grumbles again, “I’m here, aren’t I?”
Sukuna and Yuji have someone in common. Yuji's girlfriend is the reincarnation of Sukuna's wife.
Pairing: Itadori Yuji x fem!reader, past Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader
Sukuna couldn’t believe this. Stuck in the body of a mediocre teenager—a sorcerer in training, no less. Disgusting. Sitting on his throne, angry at the predicament he was in. He’d much rather have that Fushiguro kid as his vessel, the boy's Ten Shadows technique would have been useful. But here he was trapped in this… BRAT! He needed to get all twenty of his fingers then find you and Uraume, but mostly you. His wife. His Queen. A thousand years was far too long to be separated from one another.
“We’ll meet again,” he murmurs. “We’ll remake everything in our image, just as before.”
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In the Heian era, he was an unwanted child. A pariah for everyone to throw their hatred at. Your family took him in when your mother found him in the forest alone and hungry. She understood what it meant to be considered an outsider. A foreigner brought to Japan as a prisoner of war and sent to work at a brothel. From time to time she would steal extra money and valuables from clients. She had to run away when one of the other women told the hostess of her thievery. Through her travels she met your father, a merchant. He felt pity and brought her to his home. Over time they fell in love, moved to a different region then had you.
They lived outside the village because natives were weary of your mother’s origins. Even years later, though not as bad as before, it was still a problem. People constantly calling you half breed. You tried to not let you bother you but it clearly did. Watching your smile dim a little was upsetting him.
Seeing the discrimination all of you went through is what made Sukuna find kindred spirits. He admitted to himself, it felt nice to have a home.
Things were well until the townsfolk attacked your home because they found out the "cursed child" lived there. You were with Sukuna in the woods to watch him train. The two of you arrived for dinner to find the place ransacked and your parents' corpses were mutilated. Sukuna wanted to burn everyone to ashes but you had stopped him, scared to lose anyone else. It was that moment he knew you had to make you strong. The crying didn’t even both him, it was the broken expression on your face that made him sick. He never wanted to see you look that way ever again. You both grew more powerful through the years as Sukuna trained you himself. In time, people no longer looked down on you, they feared and respected the King and Queen of Curses.
During their reign, they met Kenjaku. He helped both of them live on after death by splitting their souls: Sukuna into his twenty fingers and you used your mother’s necklace.
You died before Sukuna did, dying in a fierce battle against many sorcerers. In the chaos, you had been split up from Sukuna and Uraume. By the time they found you, it was too late. You had taken out so many of them, he was proud of that fact. Sukuna had considered burying you next to your parents, but it bothered him to know your body would rot away, eaten by lowly maggots. He decided to eat you instead, to keep his beloved with him
The necklace was put in a location that only he and Uraume knew. When the time was right, whichever one of you could get to it first, then his darling wife would be restored again.
But for now… he had to listen to the teenage ramblings of wanna be sorcerers.
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The trio were walking through the park to the cafe Nobara wanted to go to, when Yuji suddenly stopped. His phone was vibrating, a wide smile spreading across his face at the text on the screen
“What are you grinning for,” Nobara tries to snatch the phone away, but Yuji swiftly evades her grabby hands.
“Will you relax?” Yuji laughs, “My girlfriend just texted me. She said she’ll meet us here in the park instead.”
Megumi’s eyes widen in surprise, while Nobara grabs the front of Yuji’s hoodie yelling, “WHEN DO YOU GET A GIRLFRIEND?!”
People began to stare at the commotion as Nobara proceeded to shake the living daylights out of Yuji. Megumi’s patience was wearing thin with the disturbance his friends were causing. I should just leave them here. He sees a neaby bench and sits hoping the chaos would die down soon.
Yuji finally manages to free himself from Nobara’s grasp, “I just never had the right time to bring it up, okay? With everything that’s been going on... it slipped my mind.”
“Did you tell her about anything?” Megumi asks, his tone cautious.
Yuji shakes his head, “No. She was visiting family out of the country. I figured it would be better to tell her in person than over the phone.”
“Either way, I want to meet her! We can exchange fashion tips!”
“Hopefully she’s not as loud as you two.”
Nobara eyes roll and Yuji chuckles at Megumi’s statement.
“How well do you think she’ll take the news?” she asks.
“Probably freak out for sure, but she’ll calm down… eventually.”
Megumi says, “She’ll kind of have to. Sukuna isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve gotta talk to him about this.” Yuji takes a deep breath.
Hey, Sukuna. I'm sure you heard what we said. So please, please don’t scare or kill my girlfriend.
Fine, brat. I’d rather you talk to her than annoy me.
Yuji rolls his eyes. Thanks.
He looks at his friends, “He said he’ll be cool.”
Nobara and Megumi eye Yuji warily then shrug. There wasn’t much they could do about it now.
The group waited fifteen minutes before they hear someone yell, “YUJI!”
All of them turn to see you in a nice sundress running in their direction with a huge smile. Yuji spread his arms out wide, practically bouncing on his feet. You jump into his arms while he spins you around.
“I missed you so much!” You pull his face to meet your lips. Lost in your own world until an exaggerated cough interrupts your reunion. You turn to see a a girl waving and a boy blushing looking away. Yuji rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry, guys! Babe, these are my friends: Nobara and Megumi.”
You let go of Yuji to introduce yourself. Nobara immediately asks, “Are you really dating? You’re way too cute for him.”
“What the hell!?"
Nobara and Yuji get into a shouting match until Megumi interrupts, “Enough! Can we just go to the cafe already?!”
Nobara straightens her hair and outfit. “Alright, Alright. Let’s go!” She wraps her arm around your other arm not taken by Yuji. “So tell us about your vacation? Where did you go? What did you do? What things did you buy? Tell me about the people.” You laugh and try to answer the many questions Nobara throws at you while Yuji tells her to chill out as they continue on to have lunch.
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After Yuji’s little warning, Sukuna decided to meditate, trying his best to ignore the useless chatter. It was difficult with the brats were so incredibly loud. With nothing else to occupy his mind, he found himself listening to their conversation. Part of him was curious about the girl Yuji had mentioned earlier.
"She is likely as boring as she is hideous," he hums to himself, a dark chuckle echoing through his domain. "Most humans are."
Then, a voice cut through the air, shouting Yuji’s name. Sukuna peers through the boy's eyes, his breath hitches when he sees your face.
His fists start to shake.
His heart rapidly beats against his ribs.
It was you. It was really you.
He couldn’t believe it. You had the exact same face as when you were younger. Only your hair and eye color were different. He watches you run into Yuji’s arms, smiling and kissing him. If he could vomit right now, he definitely would.
She should be kissing me, not this oaf, he snarls. Fortunately, Yuji was too caught in your presence to notice the sudden spike of murderous irritation radiating right now. At least he has good taste in women.
It became clear that you had been reincarnated. While it infuriates him to see you in a relationship with…this moron, he realizes the convenience of the situation. You are here, there is no need to search for you. He needed a vessel to bring his Queen back, and who could be more perfect than your own reincarnation? It was as if the fates were bowing to his will.
A smirk spreads across his face as he remembers Yuji had to let you meet him. Sukuna feels some cursed energy running through you, it was faint but it's there. All that mattered was keeping you safe and within his reach.
you clutch the bleeding gash on your arm, chest heaving and mouth gaped open, inhaling any clean air you can get. you’re crouched down against a random wall in a back alley, makeshift hero— fine, vigilante— outfit practically torn to shreds. your own glass being thrown back at you with the villains wind quirk. if only your genes included anti penetrable skin to go with your glass quirk. you can produce glass sheets at will, the thicker and bigger the sheets the more taxing on your body. you’re sure you could do different shapes if you were professionally trained but you weren’t. not like the pro hero bothering you right now.
dynamight, the number three pro hero, didn’t currently look like dynamight, nor bakugou, the man out of the suit. this man, huge and stocky in proportions, is katsuki, in his black surgical mask, black knitted beanie and black hoodie zipped to the top. the ruby eyes and the dirty blonde of his hair peeks out, the only colour you can see in this dark and dingy back alley.
you won’t lie, you’re happy to see him tonight.
“hey katsuki,” you drawl, the lack of blood making you lightheaded. woozy and unstable. you close your eyes, laying your head back on the wall, “i knew you’d find me.”
bakugou begins to walk over to you, shaking his head like a disappointed parent, “why haven’t you left the perimeter? my radio said the guy had a wind—,”
he notices the blood across your cheek first, then your blooded hand, “what the fuck, yn? you got hurt?”
your laugh is a single breath as you move your arm to show your thigh, a three inch shard of your own glass stuck into it. bakugou’s eyes widen and he drops to his knees by your feet.
“thank fuck you’ve kept it in—,”
“i’ve stabbed myself before. i know i have to keep it in.”
“you’ve stabbed yourself before but you haven't taken any precautions to stop stabbin’ yourself.”
what makes bakugou katsuki a great pro hero isn’t his years of hero education, his years on the field or his insanely powerful quirk. it’s his ability to strip at the speed of light. bakugou grunts before unzipping his hoodie and whipping off his t-shirt.
smooth bronze chest, bread roll of abs, scars that match your own littering across him. that makes you open your eyes, even manage to lift your head off the wall for a second.
“am i finally dying? i always thought i’d see you naked for the last time before i go,” you mumble, your eyes fluttering shut again.
bakugou huffs, ripping his black t-shirt into bandage sized strips. if you weren’t bleeding out you’d definitely be admiring his biceps, thick and eatable, creating medical supplies out of his own clothing. sexy, alas you can barely see right now.
“you’re still sayin’ stupid shit while bleedin’ out. if the comm said you got hit i would have actually brought bandages.” he grabs your weak arm, tightly wrapping it in his t-shirt wrap. bakugou notices you almost dropping off to sleep, head about to fall onto your shoulder so he grabs your chin, pulls down his mask and kisses you. a quick press that has your eyes opening wide for a beat.
“thank you princess, i’m up. i’m good,” you mumble, remembering to breathe, deep inhales of bakugou’s sweet caramel scent straight up your nose. you can see every dark bronde eyelash tap his cheeks at every blink, the scar across his cheek now visible with the mask down. your favourite part of him.
“princess? does that make you the fuckin’ frog?” bakugou humours, anything to keep you still talking to him. once your arm is wrapped tightly, he frowns at the shard of glass in your thigh. he knows basic first aid, he knows there’s a point where you have to go to the hospital but you with your stupid vigilante ways can’t, or you’d be connected back to the crime immediately. he could take you to his personal doctor in the agency but finding ways to sneak into his own building will require his quirk that he can’t be using with you around. it would link him to you. fuck.
“yeah, i guess it does. pro hero and the vigilante. we are in our own fairytale, aren’t we?”
he’s going to have to take a risk. keeping the glass plugged into your wound has stopped the blood from spilling but he’s sure that if he pulls it out and quickly wraps the ragged bandages you should be able to last until he brings you to his apartment. fuck it, he’ll fly you to his apartment, avoid all the cameras and street lights.
“fairytale? i’ll kiss you again and you’ll go pro with me. is that gonna happen in our story?”
bakugou’s moving before he can finish a thought, you’re not going to die here in this dirty alleyway but all he can imagine is you dying here in this fucking dirty alleyway.
“katsuki… don’t. not now.” you grumble, you’ve had this conversation a million times. you’ll probably die for real if you have to listen to it again.
“inhale for me, baby. a quick one,” you have no time to reply before the inhale is forced out of you when bakugou yanks the glass out.
“what the fuck, katsuki!”
but he’s already cocking up your knee and wrapping his shirt around your thigh tightly.
“you’re all good as new, all good for me.”
you gaze down at your black fabric bandaged arm and matching thigh. not seeing your own blood leaking from you has you feeling better and so does your half naked doctor.
“you had to do that all shirtless? you’re too used to the cameras, hero.”
bakugou shifts to drag his hoodie back onto his bare chest, dragging his mask back over his face. he rolls his eyes at you, zipping his hoodie back under his chin.
“fuck off. had to give you some fan service to keep your eyes open, dumbass. it worked didn’t it?” though his tone doesn’t come out as playful as he wanted, his eyebrows furrowed, readjusting your body to carry you princess style across his chest. he lifts you with ease and he despises the wince across your face.
“yeah it did,” you whisper, gazing up at the hero who has saved your life again. who always saves your life when you impulsively go out to force order and justice onto your streets at night. the wind quirk guy you fought earlier… he was so close and you let him get away again. back to square one. “thanks for getting me again, katsuki.”
there’s too many discrepancies between you and bakugou katsuki. pro hero and vigilante. rich and poor. abides by the rules and rejects any form of control. day and night. the list can go on. you still refuse to tell him who you’re after and why, letting him think you’re on neighbourhood watch to make you feel better about the fact you never got into hero school is the best choice. being a hero was never the point. everything is about revenge, you just happen to save a few civilians in the meantime.
bakugou grunts, “don’t make the shit happen again yn. i swear, you gotta—,” he wants you to promise him, promise you’ll stay home and stay safe. promise you’ll let him take you into his agency and teach you how to become a legal hero. promise that youll let him take you on a proper date. but the more he pushes the more you pull away and he’d rather you in his life bandaged up than nothing at all. it feels like a lose-lose situation.
“i’m gonna take you back to mine and i’ll call my doctor. he can stitch you up.”
“your doctor is awake now?”
bakugou scoffs, “i pay him to answer my calls. he’s gonna be.”
you only manage to roll your eyes before bakugou shifts you to a one arm hold to fly you back to his apartment.
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bakugo is the type of bf to surprise you with a dog not only because you've been wanting one for months… but because your safety will always come first.
he scowls, crimson eyes narrowed. "some extra was following you yesterday...?"
you hum, unfazed as you nuzzle against his chest. "yeah, i know right? some creep at the supermarket—but i just told a employee and he ran off.
"tch—damn bastard... fucking lucky i was on patrol."
the wheels already began turning in his head. it was the second time this month you've been harassed in public, always whenever you're at your most vulnerable—completely alone.
and as much as he'd love to stay by your side to personally beat the living crap out of every perv who so much as glances your way... he knew he couldn't, not with his demanding job.
plus, he knew better then to overstep on your precious solo dates, which is why—
your eyes widened that next week, practically on cloud nine at the german shepherd that now sits in your living room, tail wagging with curiosity.
"you bought us a dog?! holy crap! but why?!"
the blonde shrugs, feigning nonchalance, lying straight through his teeth.
"i didn’t. the old hag knew a guy, said he was moving and couldn't take him with—so she came and dropped him off temporarily."
you squealed, already kneeling down to pat it's head. "oh, can we keep him, kats?! pretty pretty pleaseee! i've always wanted a german shepherd so this must be fate!"
"hmph, yeah, yeah! just quit yur’ whining already… i'll think about it..."
he in fact did not think about it, decision already made once you shinned that pretty smile at him.
bakugo won't tell you the real reason, at the absurd amount of money he spent on the little brat—whose fully trained just to keep you safe when he's not around—because only the best for the best, duh…
you remain oblivious of this of course, happily yapping the blonde's ear off about how 'katsuki jr.' scared some cat callers earlier, and how you feel much safer when running errands lately.
katsuki rewards the dog to some steak that night, internally satisfied with the good news, subtle smirk on his face.
tch... if only the damn mutt stopped hogging all the bed though, he thought.
Enji:
Touya, I heard many good things about you and (y/n) last night.
You represented the agency well. Good job.
Natsuo:
LMAOOO DID YOU SEE THE LIPSTICK
[sent one attachment]
Fuyumi:
Dad 😭😭😭
Shoto:
It was pink.
Enji:
...Thank you for the clarification.
Touya:
WHY ARE YOU ALL LIKE THIS
Fuyumi:
we’re just curious!!
Natsuo:
no we’re not
we’re entertained
Touya:
nothing happened
Shoto:
Then why was there lipstick
Touya:
SHE WAS DRUNK??
Natsuo:
AND YOU WERENT 👀
Fuyumi:
did you at least have fun
Touya:
define fun
Natsuo:
did you get fake-married to a billionaire
Touya:
NO
Shoto:
You escorted her home
Touya:
THAT WAS BASIC DECENCY
Shoto:
Statistically rare for you
Rei:
Touya dear, did (y/n) wake up alright?
Has she texted you?
Touya:
yes mom shes alive shes a grown adult
she'll live
Rei:
Did she drink water?
Touya:
YES
Rei:
Good boy.
Touya:
PLEASE STOP SAYING THAT
Natsuo:
soooo when’s the wedding
Touya:
NEVER
Fuyumi:
that’s what you said about coming to family dinners
Touya:
THIS IS DIFFERENT
Shoto:
You did not deny liking her
Touya:
I LIKE WORKING WITH HER
Shoto:
That is not what i said
Touya:
im leaving this is so below me
i have missions to go on
Natsuo:
someone tell him lipstick doesn’t lie
Shoto:
it usually transfers via proximity
Fuyumi:
SHOTO 😭
Rei:
I’ll invite her for dinner again soon.
Touya:
ABSOLUTELY NOT
shes so annoying and keeps arguing with me
ik ALL of you saw her kicking me under the table
Fuyumi:
HE’S BACK 😭😭😭
Natsuo:
why not
she already knows where we live
and your face
Touya:
SHE WAS DRUNK
Shoto:
She still aimed accurately
Touya:
???
Shoto:
I saw an article saying couples who argue often are compatible
Touya:
WHY ARE YOU READING THAT
Shoto:
Research
Rei:
Touya, did you thank her for attending with you?
Touya:
no.....
Rei:
Did you compliment her?
Touya:
…
Fuyumi:
OH MY GOD
Natsuo:
YOU DIDN’T 😭😭😭
Shoto:
Statistically
That reduces your chances
Touya:
???
I DIDN’T ASK FOR STATISTICS
Rei:
You should tell her she looked beautiful.
Touya:
IT’S BEEN A WHOLE DAY
Rei:
Still applicable.
Natsuo:
send the text coward
Touya:
I AM NOT TEXTING HER ABOUT LAST NIGHT
Fuyumi:
do it nicely!!
Shoto:
Clarity is efficient
Touya:
THIS CHAT IS A HOSTILE WORK ENVIRONMENT
Rei:
We only want you to be happy.
Touya:
THIS IS NOT HOW
Fuyumi:
anyway
i think she’s perfect for you
Touya:
STOP MATCHMAKING
Rei:
We're not matchmaking 😊
We're observing.
Shoto:
According to the article
Lipstick transfer indicates close proximity for longer than three seconds
Touya:
WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING
Natsuo:
LMAOOOOOO
Fuyumi:
SHOTO PLEASE 😭😭
Shoto:
Also
Drunk individuals usually kiss people they feel safe with
Touya:
please stop reading
Shoto:
I am not reading
This is common sense
Touya:
SINCE WHEN DO U HAVE COMMON SENSE???
Rei:
That’s very insightful, Shoto.
Touya:
MOTHER NO
Shoto:
Thank you
Natsuo:
bro you’re cooked
Touya:
I AM FINE
Fuyumi:
shoto what else does your research say 😭
Shoto:
It says
People who spend prolonged periods together
Especially under stress
Often develop emotional attachment
Touya:
WE ARE COWORKERS
Shoto:
Coworkers with daily patrols
Shared missions
And frequent arguments
Touya:
STOP LISTING IT LIKE THAT
Shoto:
The article refers to this as
“Forced proximity bonding”
Natsuo:
FORCED PROXIMITY BONDING IM CRYING
Fuyumi:
SHOTO WHERE ARE YOU EVEN FINDING THESE
Shoto:
I searched
“Why do people who argue fall in love”
Touya:
WHY WOULD YOU SEARCH THAT
Shoto:
Clarification
Rei:
That sounds reasonable.
Touya:
MOTHER PLEASE
Shoto:
It also says
Initial annoyance is a common precursor to attraction
Touya:
I AM NOT ATTRACTED
Shoto:
The article predicts denial at this stage
Touya:
bro stop actually
"well according to my sources 🤓☝️" headahh
Natsuo:
bro the algorithm knows you
Fuyumi:
😭😭😭
Shoto:
In summary
Continued partnership will likely increase feelings
Touya:
THERE IS NO SUMMARY
Shoto:
There is
It’s a conclusion
Touya:
I’M SWITCHING AGENCIES
Natsuo:
can’t
endeavor owns you
Touya:
I WILL FAKE MY DEATH
Shoto:
That would complicate things emotionally
Enji:
I see.
Shoto, you’re very observant today.
Good research and analysis.
Shoto:
Thank you father
I believe transparency is efficient
Touya:
DAD YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT
fuyumi natsuo i thought u were my day ones
why are u letting me get bullied by shoto and his statistics that NO ONE asked for
Natsuo:
ur own ur own 💔
Fuyumi:
I ASKED?? 😭😭
Shoto:
If it helps
The article says the feelings develop gradually
Touya:
...
just get to school..
Fuyumi:
HE’S SO SERIOUS ABOUT IT
Shoto:
Okay
Touya:
I’M LEAVING THE FAMILY
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I LOVE DENSE AND UNINTENTIONAL RAGEBAITER SHOTO SM LMAOO i hope this lil extra is enough to satisfy u guys . my school winter break is over so i literally have no time to write SIGH but im currently working on pt.2
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