Omfg this took foreverā¦Iām still not doneā¦I canāt believe I still have to make one for each character
Also a little note that EVERY writing of mine the characters will be AGED UP! 18 or older, unless Im writing about a brief flashback or memory, and they will be about black/blasian readers, but Iāll try to best to have them relate to everyone.
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I still have characters to add on, but Iāll finish that soon enough as I go. Anyways, hope you guys become fond of my writings, thereās many more to come, enjoy. :)
credits to @angeliicide and @enchanthings for blockers!
ā 18+ content, minors dni, if your age isnāt on your blog dni, aged up, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, viking themes are light and inspired, modern language.
ā chronological order, order will adjust when more are added, everything is under the #viking bkg tag
on a visit to a neighbouring village, you realise all the women there either hate you or are laughing at you. apparently, your fiance has forgot to tell you one very minor detail.
4.5 ā BLEED FOR YOU 6.3k
your new contraception has you bloated, lumpy, needy and jealous. bakugou has to deal with it.
005 ā JUST FOR YOU 6.2k
your childhood friend from back home comes to visit! bakugou hates him.
i love you shy reader-inserts i love you naive reader-inserts i love you soft-spoken reader-inserts i love any and all reader-inserts and you should not complain about them in the x reader tag. by doing so you are putting down someone's creative work and efforts when you could have simply moved on, or even better, written your own story
Pairing: Pornstar!Bakugou x Cam Girl!Reader (Costars to Lovers)
Synopsis: In which you spend your first day on the job as a pornstar with your favorite adult film persona in front of the cameras and are shown what itās really like fucking with a pro.Ā
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Quirk/P*rnstar AU; Older Man x Younger Woman; Aged Up!Bakugou (Late 20s-Early 30s); Anxiety Comfort; Flirting; Sex on Camera; Verbal Consent/Cues; Mild BDSM; Dirty Talk; Foreplay; Fingering; Edge Play; Daddy Kink; Cunnilingus + Analingus; Deepthroating; Ball Sucking; Hair-Pulling; Mild Choking; Mild Degradation; Dom!Bakugou x sub!Reader; Doggystyle; Mating Press; Creampie; Facial; Aftercare
Word Count: 9.4k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!Ā
Writer's Note: This was a one shot that I wrote about 3 years ago that I decided to revise & repost it for Bakugou's birthday tomorrow!! I absolutely LOVE pornstar AUs gawwwwd!!! I plan on writing many more of them in the future, especially with Bakugouās fine ass. Enjoy & go touch some fucking grass! Luv yāall! -JazzĀ
Credits: Divider made by @anitalenia & found on Pinterest! Bakugou fanart found on Pinterest (please @ me if you know the name cuz I'd like to give them credit!!)!
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The lights are so bright. The actors never tell you how bright the lights are.Ā
But standing here now, in the gorgeous, expensive-looking bedroom where youāre starting your first job as an āadult film starā, you realize how blinding the overhead lights really are.Ā
Actually, everything seems a lot brighter and sharper nowāāthe cameras; the behind the scenes crew; the morning sun pouring through the balcony window onto the king-sized bedroom.Ā
The location for this particular shoot is absolutely gorgeous. The estateās lawn is nothing but rolling hills and beautiful flowers while the houseāwhich is really a fucking castleāis filled with smooth, marbled floors, dozens of bedrooms, a backyard pool, and expensive art hung upon the walls.
The estate youāre at is apparently owned by a fancy country club. After pulling some strings, Jirou, the director for this shoot and one of the most prominent female porn directors in the industry, managed to snag it.Ā
You wouldāve felt way more comfortable without the activity swarming you as soon as you arrived at 9AM on the dot: cameras; lights; boom mics; a directorās chair; stylists, cameramen, a sound crew, and other employees making sure this whole shoot goes right. You didn't realize so much went into making one scene.Ā
Jirou comes up to you then, startling you in your breezy sundress and slides. She looks stressed, running a hand through her dark purple bob. āThank goodness youāre here on time, Y/N,ā she sighs. āItās good youāre so punctual. Thatāll do you good in this industry.āĀ
āThank you,ā you softly mutter because youāre not sure what else to say. āIs my co-star here? I didnāt see him when I came in.ā Youāve been here for almost an hour and havenāt seen him anywhere in the house.Ā
Jirou huffs, checking her phone once again. āNot yet. Heās stuck in traffic. Your stylist isnāt here yet either! Sheās supposed to be here before the star; not after!ā She pinches the bridge of her nose, dark, shiny nail polish coating her fingernails.Ā
You clutch your bag closer to you, nervous butterflies fluttering about. Her frustrations are only making you more nervous. A part of you hopes that all of this goes to shit so you donāt have to go through with it today.Ā
Maybe you rushed into this too fast. Maybe you shouldāve told your management team that a porn shoot isnāt the way to get your name out in the industry. Shit, youāre already in the industry! Your cam girl persona is the most well-known one on the internet and off!Ā
Youāve been camming for over five years now, making erotic role-play videos for horny viewers on the other side of your screen. In those five years, youāve gained recognition for your creative role-play content and even an award for āErotic Performer of the Yearā after one of your videos gained over ten million views (and counting!).Ā
It was a video where youāre sitting in front of a black backdrop, naked, and in only a chair where the camera zooms in on your body and moves to give the illusion as if one of your viewers is there fucking you. You had worked with a small tech company to accomplish the special effects.Ā
Since then, itās been nothing but blessingsāāmoney in the bank, top views, and the ability to upgrade your content with better costumes, wigs, and equipment. However, you werenāt expecting to be reached out to by one of the biggest porn companies in your city. A month ago, a consultant at Divine Productions emailed you, asking if you could meet with them and the company head for a meeting.Ā
You especially werenāt expecting them to want to hire you to join their team of models, calling you a visionary and a beauty. Thatās when they presented you with a contract: a five-year deal with them, unless you decide to leave early or stay with them, where all the money gained for each video you star in will go to you. You practically jumped at the chance!Ā
Since then, youāve been given your own management team who books all of your videos for you (with your say, of course) and makes sure you get every cent promised to you. Now, here you are, a month later, about to make your first porno with another star with one of the biggest pornstars in the industryā¦and one that you have the most embarrassing crush on.Ā
Youāre taken out of your thoughts when the bedroom door slams open, revealing Mina jogging in with her bouncy, pink curls and sweaty face. āAnd there she is,ā Jirou mutters, scowling at the girl.Ā
Mina immediately drops her cosmetics case and bag, heaving. āIām so, so sorry Iām late, Jirou!ā she abruptly apologizes. āA tire blew on my car, so I had to Uber here. Iāve got proof too!ā She pulls out her phone and shows you and Jirou a photo of her pink carās deflated tire. āIt just blew out as soon as I hit the highway,ā she sighs. āI got it towed though.āĀ
Jirou goes to tell her off, but a sharp sound from the ceiling stops her. Two of the crew members are there trying to fix the lights, leaving them one of them broken. āDammit, Denki!ā Sero groans, on a latter beneath his blonde coworker. āI said on your right! Thatās left!ā Denki glares at down at him from at the top of the latter. āHey, you try doing this shit when these are dangling from the fucking ceiling!ā he argues.Ā
Jirou groans, rolling her eyes. More shit for her to stress over. You honestly feel bad. āYou get a pass this time, Mina,ā she says, narrowing her eyes at the stylist. āAnd youāre lucky Bakugou isnāt here yet. Just get Y/N in a seat and get her camera ready, or else itās your head.ā She then proceeds to strut away in her heeled boots, hollering at Sero and Denki for fucking up her lights.Ā
āYou got it!ā Mina calls after her. She turns to you with a smile. āShe doesnāt really mean that,ā she giggles. āIām the best at my job and she knows it. Iām sorry to have kept you waiting though.ā You smile kindly at her apologetic attitude, liking her already. āItās fine, really.āĀ
āCāmon, honey; letās get you in a chair and make you even more beautiful than you already are.ā She takes you out into the hallway where you change into a robe, sit in your actorās chair, and watch as she brings out her hair tools and makeup products. You feel like a movie starā¦in a way.Ā
She first begins her magic by priming your face, her fingers massaging your skin gently yet expertly. Then she moves onto your eyebrows, first using a pencil to outline them and then moving onto filling them in.Ā
As you sit there, still and quiet, you catch the eye of a familiar and very cute freckled face. Izuku, the intern currently working at Jirouās company, comes up to you with a wheeled cart of breakfast with a booklet under his arm. āGood morning, Ms. L/N!ā he chirps. āIāve got your script here and complimentary breakfast if you didnāt eat. Thereās muffins, pastries, coffeeā¦āĀ
He runs down the best of the breakfast as he passes you your script and leaves Bakugouās on his chair next to yours. You met Izuku when you spoke to Jirou at her office about being in her video alongside Bakugou, whom youād be meeting for the first time today. Izuku had signed you in and walked you to Jirouās office, being so kind, professional, and oh-so cute.Ā
āOh, thank you, Izuku,ā you giggle as Mina begins to blend out the counselor around your brows. āBy the way, I told you that you donāt have to call me that. Call me Y/N, or even my porn name.āĀ
His face grows beet red, making Mina snort. āW-Well, Iād prefer calling you by your last name,ā he softly stutters. āItās just more respectfulQ Plus, Iām sure you get called by your surname all the time already.ā Mina snickers from above you, busying herself blind out your eyebrows with a brush. āSoon, the whole world will know her as that.āĀ
āUgh, donāt,ā you groan. āIām so nervous, I could throw up.ā Even as you stare at the script in your lap, you feel your stomach lurch. āIāve got a trash can right here for that!ā Izuku shouts, immediately shooting for the trash can sitting next to you.Ā
Mina stops him as you begin to laugh, some of your nerves ebbed. āLet me worry about that, intern. You just worry about getting that coffee to Jirou before she throws a fit.āĀ
You practically see Izukuās stomach drop into his ass at the mention of his boss. āR-Right,ā he says. He picks up a paper cup on the table and fills it with coffee before turning to you. āWell, good luck today, Msā¦er, Y/N. Iām sure youāll do great today.āĀ
He offers you a shy smile that makes him look even more adorable. āThanks, Izuku,ā you softly reply with a smile. āI know you will too. You seem like a great employee so far.āĀ
Izukuās smile grows wider as his cheeks grow redder. Mina rolls her eyes, bumping him out of the way. āAlright, stop flirting,ā she playfully demands. āShe needs to do that to her costarā¦unless you want to ask Bakugou to switch with you.ā She looks over her shoulder at the intern. His smile fades and turns so red that youāre sure steam will come out of his ears.Ā
With a stutter, he races off to the bedroom to give Jirou her coffee while the stylist laughs. āGod, I love it when he gets flustered! Itās so fucking cute!ā You giggle with her and then begin to read your script as you pluck a pastry off of the table to chomp on. You didnāt eat breakfast. Your nerves were getting the best of you.Ā
As you begin to read over the script and memorize them, Mina starts on your eyeshadow, giving you a nice, sparkly bright color to bring out the color of your eyes. āSo itās really your first time being in a porn video?ā she asks as she begins to blend in your eyeshadow. āYou were a cam girl before this, right?āĀ
āYeah, and that was fun, but the money wasnāt cutting it anymore,ā you sheepishly confess. āSo when I got that contract offer from Divine Productions, I decided to take it.ā You stare down at your script, gripping the pages. āI didn't think Iād get my first scene offer with Dynamight, of all people.āĀ
Mina looks down at you, smirking knowingly. āYou a fan?ā she giggles. You flush at her knowing gaze. āDoes it show?ā you softly ask. Mina coos to herself as she gathers a pack of false lashes. āItās adorable!ā she exclaims, making you even hotter in your robe.Ā
The truth is youāre a huge stan of Bakugou Katsuki aka Dynamight. He was a cam boy and would upload his content onto XVideos, Pornhub, and the cam site you eventually signed up for to jumpstart your career.Ā
You were immediately captivated by his raspy voice huffing out dirty words and those vermillion eyes that peeked through his black mask while his hand lazily stroked his cock. Itād feel like he was speaking to you through your phone and laptopā¦although that couldāve been from your pleasured haze as your fingers played with yourself along with him.Ā
You would always leave anonymous tips for him to which he would thank you for. āAnother $15 tip?ā heād chuckle, staring into the camera as if seeing you behind your computer. āThank you, babyā¦whoever you are. Yāknow, you donāt have to be shy. Shoot me a message one day and maybe I can thank you properly.ā The way his voice dipped on that last word and his suggestive smirk nearly had you cumming around your fingers.Ā
Soon, he didnāt need the tips anymore because he became a big-time pornstar. You became obsessed with him right then. Watching him fuck all of his costars (both men and women), sometimes alone and sometimes in threesomes, foursomes, and freaking orgies, became a treat for you to behold. You dreamed of being underneath him, feeling those big, rough hands on your neck; running your fingers along his tattooed pecs and arms he could break you with; have that heavy, thick, gorgeous cock fucking you stupid and filling up your mouth.Ā
And now, finally and crazily, youāll finally get to receive everything youāve dreamed of. Your naughtiest dreams are soon to be a realityā¦just in front of cameras and other people.Ā
āDonāt sweat it if your nervous,ā Mina says, now moving onto blending your foundation and concealer, dabbing delicately at your skin. āBakugou is a real nice guy, though he seems intimidating.ā She pauses to smirk at down at you with her glossy, pink lips. āAnd let me tell you, honey: heās even better in real life than he is on camera. I know from experience.āĀ
Your eyes widen in shock at her, your heart leaping. āOhā¦were you a pornstar at some point too?ā The stylist throws her head back and hollers with laughter. āNo way!ā she laughs. āI couldnāt make a living fucking all those people on camera. Iām dating Red Riot.āĀ
You nearly drop your pastry. āThee Red Riot?ā you gasp. Heās another one of your favorite pornstars. Heās just as sexy as Dynamight with his long, red locks and buff body, though you have your bias.Ā
Mina smiles proudly. āYep! He and Bakugou are good friends, too. About a year ago, we had a threesome and it was one of the best experiences Iāve ever had. Hearing that raspy voice in my ear while he was fucking me gave me at least four orgasms that night.ā She hums wistfully as she continues her work on your makeup.Ā
As you go back to reading your script and your mind begins to drift off to your own threesome with Dynamight and Red Riot, youāre taken back to reality when you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. āOh, and look whoās paying us a visit this morning,ā Mina giggles. āGood morning, you two.āĀ
You look up and nearly choke on your breakfast. Standing there in the flesh, wearing sweats and looking completely haggard, is the Dynamight.Ā
He is just as tall, big, and sexy in person. Your eyes drink in his platinum blonde hair styled in an undercut; the piercing above his right brow and the snakebites puncturing his plush bottom lip; his sharp jawline dusted in facial hair; his arms, sinewy with muscle and tattoos that travel up the side of his neck; the way his tank top is so skin-tight on his chest, revealing a sliver of his pecs and the golden chair dangling from his neck; his big ass feet in his Nike kicks.Ā
Heās so fucking fine. When his eyes meet yours, you swear you have an out of body experience. He doesnāt smile or wave at you. He just stares. Youāre not too sure what to make of it and nervously bite your lip. Does he like how you look? Is he disappointed? How the fuck are you gonna be able to fuck him on camera if even his stare make you nervous?Ā
Kirishima aka Red Riot comes up behind him in a tight red V-neck and jeans, standing a whole head taller than his friend/costar. āGood morning to you,ā he purrs, wrapping an arm around Minaās waist and pecking her lips. āItās definitely a good morning now. Ooo, breakfast!ā He moves to the cart and plucks a bagel off, not even seeing you.Ā
Bakguou wanders up to the cart too, scowling at the cart suspiciously. āThat nerd come back here?ā he grumbles. He plucks a paper cup from the cart and stands it underneath the Keurig set up with a silver container of coffee pods. Mina hums in an answer, still dabbing at your cheeks and temple. āHe dropped off your script for todayās scene too, for you and your costar.āĀ
Once again, Bakugouās vermillion eyes shoot to yours, nearly making your lungs give out.Ā
Kiri scowls in confusion, staring off into space. āCostar?ā he parrots. He whips around to face you and nearly drops his bagel. āShit, Iām so, so sorry! I walked right by you and didn't even see you! Thatās so unmanly of me.ā He walks toward you, practically becoming an eclipse with how big he is. āIām Kiri,ā he says, offering his hand for a shake. āBut Iām known as Red Riot.āĀ
āI know you,ā you giggle, shaking his hand. āAnd itās fine. Iām Y/Nā¦or [Camgirl Name].ā He begins to chomp on his bagel, his eyes sparkling. āYouāre that cam girl, right? Yeah, Iāve seen your face before!ā Ā
Bakugou suddenly comes walking up to you with his coffee cup now full, a plastic lid on top of it. āDonāt let Mina go crazy on you with all that makeup,ā he gruffly says, bumping Mina out of the way. āYou donāt need too much else.āĀ
Your body flushes hot at his words. Does that mean he thinks youāre pretty? Finally, he extends his hand to you and you realize that he wants a handshake. āDynamight,ā he introduces. āJust call me Katsuki.āĀ
Willing your hand not to shake, you shake his bigger, calloused one, imagining it around your neck. āN-Nice to meet you,ā you stutter. A crooked smirk plays on his lips as his eyes trail over your body. You feel naked despite the robe. But as soon as the moment comes, it ends.Ā
He releases your hand from his and sips his coffee, pulling a disgusted face afterward. āThis is fuckinā decaf!ā he growls. āIām gonna go slug that nerd intern. Whereās he at?āĀ
Mina nods at the bedroom where you can hear chatter among the crew. Bakugou snatches up his script from his chair and storms in there immediately, his raspy, demanding voice yelling out for Izuku. Kiri sits down, replacing his friend in his seat. āI think he likes you,ā he whispers. āYou didnāt hear it from me, but he was kinda excited to work with you on this scene when he found out youād be his costar. I think heās a fan.āĀ
He gives you a wink that sends those nervous butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. He could be just trying to gas you up or ease your nerves, but the idea of Bakugou already knowing who you are and being a fan only makes you want to bolt. āWell, that doesnāt make me any more nervous at all,ā you exhale.Ā
Kiri nods understandably. āI feel you,ā he reassuringly replies. āI remember when I had my first scene, and that was a solo one. But Iāve done many scenes with Dynamight and heās always so good with his female costars.āĀ
āThatās what I told her!ā Mina adds, now moving onto setting your face with some sweat proof setting powder. āHe knows how to take care of his girls; especially the new ones.ā She smirks down at you to which you avert your eyes from her gaze.Ā
āYouāll be just fine, sweetheart,ā Kiri cheerfully says. āOnce you actually start, the cameras, lights, and people will fade away.ā You stare down at your script and stare so hard at the printed words that your vision becomes blurry. āI hope youāre right.āĀ
Kiri pats you on the arm comfortingly. āTrust me; just ask Dynamight! Heāll definitely give you some advice, too.ā A knock on the wall turns your attention to one of the crew members who stands in the doorway of the bedroom. āWeāre starting in about 15 minutes,ā he says.Ā
Fifteen minutes?! Your stomach flips and your mind begins to go into panic mode. Youāre not ready. You barely remember your lines! Quickly, you skim over them again, even mouthing them while Mina continues to finish beautifying you.Ā
Finally, after applying a layer of pink gloss to your lips and some setting spray, she finishes. āAnd there we go!ā she announces. āYouāre camera ready, honey.ā
She gives you a mirror to see how you look. You gasp at the woman staring back at you with her faux, doll-like lashes, rouge-blush cheeks, and soft, plump lips slick with pink gloss. You look beautiful. Hot. Sexy.
Mina giggles at your reaction as she hustles you out of your seat. āNow, letās get you dressed and this sexy ass out there so your costar can see for himself!āĀ
After quickly disrobing and putting on your outfitāa mini sundress and platform sandalsāāyouāre led into the bedroom where Jirou and Bakugou stand, waiting for you. Bakugouās vermillion eyes flash with something identifiable when they land on you. You have to wonder what it is because Jirou is immediately pulling you over with her own copy of the script.Ā
āThere you are!ā she sighs, exasperated. āOkay, so you both read over the script and know how this goes: Y/N, youāre a wife who is feeling horny after her husband left on a business trip; youāve been seeing his best friend in secret and invite him over for a while; boom, you two fuck. But I was thinking in between that, you two could have a conversation about what you like, especially you, Y/N.āĀ
You blink at her, your mind slowly processing her words. āLike kinks and stuff?ā Jirou nods, smiling. āExactly that! Iāve gotta give credit to Bakugou since it was his idea first, since youāre new and everything. Itād give him a chance to get to know you so this scene is as natural-looking as possible.āĀ
You turn to Bakugou in shock. Suddenly, you start to believe that Mina and Kiri were right about him taking care of his girls. āThanks,ā you softly murmur. He shrugs like itās no big deal. āItās whatever,ā he deadpans. āYouāre my costar, right? Iāve gotta take care of you, too.āĀ
His words make your pussy clench in your panties, your body affected by his statement. Itās nice to see someone take such responsibility for his costars in such a wolfish industry, but itās even hotter to see a man be so adamant about making a womanās safety and comfort his top priorities; not just his money.
Jirou goes back to giving you the rundown, not even aware of the way youāre eye-fucking your costar. āNow, for the script, you donāt have to remember every single word; just enough to get the point across to the viewers. Feel free to toss some improv in there. Youāre lookinā at the king of improv here.āĀ
She nods at Bakugou who smirks cockily at her. You had a feeling that most of the lines heād whisper in videos that had you cumming all over your fingers or vibrator weren't scripted.Ā
Jirou suddenly looks somewhere above your head, irked. āFuck, that light isnāt right,ā she hisses. āYou two head to your posts and then we can start.ā She stomps away from you, leaving you standing alone with Bakugou. You feel small standing beside him with how big he is. Not to mention how good he smellsāālike vanilla. You want to just push your face into his big pecs and motorboat him just to coat yourself in his scent.Ā
āNervous?ā he asks. His intense, vermillion eyes stare into you. You flush, a nervous smile stretching onto your lips. āIt shows, huh?ā you sheepishly chuckle. āA little, yeah. Iām sorry.āĀ
A confused scowl crosses his face. āWhat do you have to be sorry about?ā he asks. āItās your first day. Nervousness is normal.āĀ
Though his reassurance is comforting, you still feel that flip of anxiousness deep in the pit of your stomach. āIām guessing youāve never fucked another person on camera before?ā he asks. The brazenness and vulgarity of his question stuns you, despite it being exactly what it is: getting fucked on camera.Ā
āUh, no,ā you confess. āJust me, and it definitely wasnāt as intense or expensive-looking as this.ā You wave a hand over the bedroom, cameras, and lights. āO-Or with a pro,ā you murmur.Ā
Bakugou raises his pierced brow at you, making him look even more attractive. āSo you know of me,ā he probes, a tiny smile lilting at his lips.Ā
You try to hide your embarrassment and come up with a lie on the fly that doesnāt make you look like a horny girl with a crush on her favorite pornstar. āHow could I not?ā you retort. āAnyone in this industry knows who you are. Youāre, like, a veteran!āĀ
He chortles, the sound oh-so sexy. āAs much as I appreciate the love, youāve got nothing to be nervous about. Iāve seen your little role-play videos and you seem like youāve got what it takes to be on camera.ā You blink at him, his words slowly processing in your head. āYouāveā¦watched my videos?ā you carefully ask.Ā
Now itās Bakugouās turn to be nervous. A light blush coats his cheeks and he rubs the back of his neck, the facade of an overly-confident man waning. You think you like this side of him more. āA few here and there, yeah, just to get familiar with you. To be honest, I had never heard of you before until my management told me youād be my costar.āĀ
Still, the idea of him watching your videos fills you with joy and pride, especially since he liked what he saw. Confidence floods within you and a tiny smirk pulls onto your glossed lips.Ā
āWell, youāve got any advice for a rookie, Dynamight?ā you purr.Ā
Bakugou doesnāt seem like he catches onto your demeanor change, but if he does, he acts like he doesnāt notice. He pauses, pressing his tongue against his cheek as he thinks of a good answer. āJust look at your costar and nothing else,ā he finally replies. āWhen you do that, everything else fades awayā¦and pretend that everyone is naked.ā You giggle at the last one, your laugh making him smile in delight at the sound.Ā
āOkay!ā Jirou shouts, making you jump. Sheās so loud that she doesnāt need a megaphone. āWeāre good to go! Everyone get to your posts and for fuckās sakes, Izuku, bring me a regular coffee! Not decaf!ā Poor Izuku, standing near a camera by the door, turns beet red. āThatās all they had, miss!ā he replies.Ā
As a crew member comes over to take the scripts from you and Bakugou, your stomach drops into your ass. Here it is. Thereās no going back now. Bakugouās hand slightly brushes against yours as he walks by you. āGood luck,ā he whispers, and though he doesnāt smile, he winks one of those intense eyes at you. Then heās walking by and exiting the bedroom to ready for his cue, almost as if you dreamed it.Ā
Quickly, with limbs like jelly, you go to sit on the edge of the bed like the script tells you to where a book sits for you to pretend to read. You open it and stare down at the pages, becoming more and more distracted as Jirou finally yells, āAction!āĀ
You swear, you nearly shit yourself.Ā
Bakugou must be giving you time to situate and prepare because he doesnāt act immediately. But after about two minutes, a knock comes from the bedroom door. āThe door is open!ā you call.Ā
He comes in through the door, acting as if a director, camera crew, and a bunch of bright lights arenāt even there as he struts into the bedroom. āHey,ā he greets. āHe aināt here, right? He left?āĀ
You swallow harshly, plastering on a smile to disguise your fear. āYeah,ā you reply, just like in the script. āHe left for his business trip this morning. You know my husband: canāt sit still for even a minute.āĀ
Bakugou takes a seat next to you on the bed, moving slowly like youāre a scared wild animal that is soon to either bolt or attack. You know itās to make sure youāre comfortable and you swear you could kiss him. āSo what did you call me over here for?ā he curiously asks. āNot that I donāt like seeinā your beautiful face, but I thought you wanted to call it quits.āĀ
You stare down at your hands, gripping your thighs to avoid them shaking. āI'm sorry I called you over here so randomly,ā you sigh. āI guess I just got lonely. I originally dove into this relationship with you to get what I need since my husband can't give it to me.āĀ
You press a stressed hand to your temple. āBut over time, I felt horrible and called it quits. Now our sex life is even worse! Even when heās here, weāre not together that much. Heās always busy with work.āĀ
Your hand creeps across the bed to lay on Bakugouās thigh, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. āDo you think you could help me with that?ā you hear yourself asking. You peer up at him through your lashes, trying not to grow nervous at the crooked smirk on his face. āAs long as heās gone, Iād be happy to,ā he softly growls. āIf thatās what you want.āĀ
He leans towards you then, moving his hand to cup the back of your neck. You canāt help the sharp hitch of breath that you can't help but make at his touch. āRelax,ā he coos into your ear, low enough for the boom mic to not catch. āItās just a kiss. But tap me twice anywhere if youāre uncomfortable. Thatāll be our cue.āĀ
You give him a reassuring nod and then his lips are on yours. Your head nearly pops off as his pink, pillowy-soft lips and snake bites push into yours, an addictive combination of cold and warm. He tastes like mint gum and a tiny bit of fruit, like he had a smoothie before he came here. It makes him taste so good.Ā
You find yourself leaning into his touch, causing him to chuckle into the kiss. āYou can touch me, yāknow,ā he whispers against your mouth. āIām not off limits, babe.āĀ
Your stomach flips at the pet name, even as your shaky hands move to touch him. As your mouth voluntarily parts to allow his tongue access to yours, your fingers run over his biceps and pecs; his lower stomach and sides.Ā
You moan appreciatively at the hard, toned muscle, relishing at the fact that you get to touch his body after wanting to for so long. The kiss is wet and sloppy, his tongue running lazily against yours and swirling in your mouth. No doubt the cameras are getting all of it, tooāāevery strand of saliva that travels between your mouths.Ā
When he pulls away, a shiny string of spit connects his plump bottom lip with yours. His vermillion eyes are hooded and blown with lust that you arenāt sure is just acting or actually because youāve turned him on. āGod, youāre such a good kisser,ā he groans. āHow the fuck did your man leave you unattended when youāre this sexy?āĀ
Your script only tells you to giggle, so you do, feeling so much like a giddy schoolgirl. His big hands find your hips, coaxing you to stand up between his legs. āLetās get this dress off,ā he softly growls as his fingers trail up the hem of your sundress. You nervously bite your lower lip, but allow him to take off your dress by raising your arms over your head. Once your dress is off and on the floor, it is too late to turn back.Ā
Though you don't turn around, youāre aware of the cameras, lights, and people behind you, all staring at your semi-naked body. You wear lingerie that brings out the color of your skin and eyes, adoring your skin in lace trim. Bakugouās eyes graze over your body, making you want to cover yourself and hide.Ā
But you donāt. Youāve got a job to do and you canāt disappoint everyone. Especially him. The āhimā who is staring up at you like youāre the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. āGoddamn, youāre fine,ā he hisses. āAnd so, so pretty.āĀ
When his eyes bore into yours and his hands slide up your hips to bring you close, you realize how good he is at acting. But, of course, heās a pro at this. āThanks,ā you giggle, ābut actions speak louder than words for me.ā You begin to unhook your bra, his eyes hungrily watching, and your breasts tumble out of your bra cups as your bra loosens its hold on your chest.Ā
You stand before your costar, reveling in his hungered gaze lingering on your breasts and hardened nipples. He pounces onto you immediately, deliciously gripping one breast while the other is being drenched in his suckles and licks as his tongue laps at one of your hard nipples.Ā
He alternates between each, palming one if the other has his mouth on it, giving each of your titties equal attention. You moan at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue and the cool metal of his snakebites on your warm skin. Your hands begin to trail in his hair, wandering aimlessly through his blonde locks. āYou like that, pretty girl?ā he moans against your nipple. āTell me what you like.āĀ
You whimper as he sucks harshly on your nipple like heās trying to draw milk out of it. You can feel your panties quickly beginning to dampen between your thighs. You know that this is the point where you tell him all about what you enjoy. āCould youā¦maybeā¦pinch them?ā you softly ask. āJust lightly, like this.ā You demonstrate, pulling away to lightly pinch your nipple between your thumb and forefinger.Ā
Bakugou mirrors your movements, his eyes hungrily watching as you gasp and arch your back into his touch. āAnything else? What else can I do for you that your man donāt?ā He then leans in to suck on your nipple again, coating it in saliva while he pinches and tweaks the other. The mingling sensations of pain and pleasure makes your pussy drip.Ā
āUmā¦ā You begin to rack your brain for some kinks, your mind quickly becoming blank from the pleasure. āI like being spanked,ā you boldly reply.Ā
Bakugou looks up at you from between your chest, interested. āAnd choked. I like it when my hair is pulled while Iām being fucked too.ā A smirk pulls onto his lips as his tongue slides up your cleavage, coating your skin in saliva. āMmm-hmm,ā he hums. āWhat else?āĀ
He then trails back down to suck on your nipples again, all while taking two fingers and rubbing your clit through your panties. You gasp, your legs parting instinctively to allow him better access. āF-Fuck,ā you softly moan, grasping his shoulders for balance. Your knees nearly buckle from the pleasure.Ā
āA little DDLG. Degradation, like being called a slut. Getting my face fucked. And facial abuseāālike, when a guy slaps his dick against my face and on my tongue. I like facials, too.āĀ
You begin to flush as your kinks become more devious. Freaky, if you will. āI really like anal play, too,ā you murmur, "but if thatās too muchāā Ā
āSo analingus?ā he cuts in, raising an eyebrow at you. āFingering?ā He applies pressure to his ministrations against your pussy, having your toes curl in your sandals. āYou like your pussy gettinā spat on?ā he purrs, pressing a kiss to your stomach. He sounds so excited, even more as excited as you do realizing how into your kinkiness he is.Ā
āYes, yes, and Iāve never had that before, but Iād want to try it.ā You look down at into his crimson eyes, shivering at the lust there.Ā
āI can do that,ā he growls. āAnything you want me to steer clear of?ā You being to give him the rundown of everything you donāt like, loving how he nods and keeps his eyes strictly on you. You have his completely and utter attention as a costar now and hopefully in the future.Ā
Bakugou slides one hand up your hip, looping his fingers through the waistband of your panties.Ā
āAnything my baby wants,ā he coos. āNow do I have your consent to eat this pussy of yours?āĀ
His eyes bore into yours, pinning you to the spot. You swallow harshly, squeaking out a tiny, hoarse āyesā.
He pulls at the waistband before letting it snap back into place against your skin, making it sting. You whimper at the slight sting like being hit with a rubber band. āYes what?ā he firmly asks.Ā
The devious part of you is doing somersaults at such attention and dominance, especially considering that this is your industry crush. Though your throat is dry, you provide him with the answer he wantsā¦and that is in the script: āY-Yes, Daddy.āĀ
Bakugouās nostrils flare as he takes a sharp inhale, the title having an obvious affect on him. āFuck, Iāll never get tired of hearing that,ā he groans. And then youāre suddenly on your back, giggling at Bakugouās sheer strength and his big body as he covers you, peppering your lips in kisses.Ā
You know youāll have to thank Kiri for his advice later because an hour into your scene with Bakugou, all of the cameras do fade away. In fact, everything except you and him are gone, fading into nothingness as soon as he gets his mouth on your pussy. His powerful, veiny hands sit under your ass, tilting your pelvis up so he can have perfect access to your sobbing, wet pussy that can't help but gush and cry whenever he moves his tongue against your clit or dips lower to play with your asshole.Ā
āFuck, Daddy!ā you moan, writhing against the bed. Your hands grip the sheets and your eyes roll into the back of your head, all natural reactions to his wonderful tongue. You want to roll your hips into his mouth, but his hands have your hips stuck in one spot.Ā
His crimson eyes peek through the valley between your tits, intimidating yet sensual. āThat feel good, baby?ā he teasingly asks between flicks of his tongue against your clit. āYou like this shit?āĀ
He pauses to pull away and spit on your pussy, making it and your asshole glisten in his spit. He then dives back into your cunt to slurp it back up, the sloshing, lewd sounds of his tongue and mouth sucking on your pussy making your toes curl. The act is so vulgar and nasty that it makes you gush all over his face.Ā
āYeah,ā he chuckles into your pussy, the vibrations making you shiver. āYou like this shit, dirty little slut. You like Daddy eating this pussy.ā You whimper in response, earning a harsh smack on your outer thigh.Ā
SMACK!
āTell me how it feels,ā he growls. āTell me you love it.ā He hits you again, making you gasp at the harsh sting.Ā
SMACK!
āI-I love it!ā you moan out. āI love your mouth on me, Daddy! Please, please make me cum!āĀ
Bakugou chortles into your pussy as his tongue works furiously at your clit. He takes you by surprise when one of his thick fingers slips into your hole, emitting a loud moan from deep within you. āYou wanna cum for me, baby girl?ā he teasingly asks. āDonāt cum till I say then. Be a good girl for me.āĀ
You nearly lose your shit when he begins to slowly fuck you with his finger, gliding up against the underside of your clit while his mouth gently sucks on the skin covering it, teasing the little bud of nerves. You can feel your juices dripping down your asscrack to the sheets, staining them, but you donāt care.
You can't care when youāre feeling this good. All you can do is moan and beg for release as Bakugou switches between sucking on your clit and your asshole, his jaw moving furiously and never letting up.Ā
āPlease, Daddy!ā you whine, your back arching. āI need to cum! C-Can't take it anymore!ā You start babbling for release, sobs escaping your mouth as your core tightens. āPlease, please, please!ā you cry, just wanting to cum. Just needing to gush all over his face.Ā
Bakugou finally ticks his eyes up to yours, watching your body and your face. āCum for me,ā he demands in his orgasmic voice. āDo it right fuckinā now. Give it all to me, baby girl.ā And you finally do. That dam breaks in your core and your cum floods the gate as you burst all over your costarās face.Ā
āFuck!ā you gasp followed by a string of moans as you cum. You canāt remember the last time you had an orgasm this good. It has you feel like youāre floating off of the bed and seeing space. Bakugou greedily slurps up your cum, humming and moaning appreciatively as he does so. He cleans up your ass and thighs, making sure to get every ounce of cum, until youāre twitching from overstimulation.Ā
He finally pulls away and sits up, smirking down at you with his lips and chin coated in you. āMuch better than your husband, right?ā he chuckles.Ā
Youāre so gone from the orgasm that you donāt even remember the scene plot at first. It is that good! When you finally realize that yes, youāre in the middle of work, you nod and giggle in agreement. āI should return the favor,ā you purr. āCan I please suck your cock, Daddy?āĀ
Bakugou is already helping you onto your knees, a lustful look in his eyes. āSince you listened, I suppose you can,ā he softly growls. āJust do a good job for me, okay?ā You just smile at him as you happily unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. Youāre more than ready to give him the best blowjob of any costar heās had.Ā
Minutes later after getting his gorgeous cock out of his pants and give him some tentative kisses and licks, he is deep down your throat and youāre gagging all over his cock.Ā
You can hardly believe this is happening! You choking on thee Dynamightās dick, making him moan and grip your hair to the point where it burns. He is so deep that your eyes water, tears dripping down your face and ruining your mascara.Ā
He chuckles evilly at this, staring down at you as you gag all over his cock. "Look at you,ā he breathlessly says, āgagginā all over my cock like a good little slut. Keep gagginā on that cock, baby. Youāre doing so well.āĀ
He pushes your head down more, but keeps his hold on you light, allowing you the ability to pull away if you want. He then begins to thrust his cock into your throat, filling the tight, wet hole the same way he would your pussy.Ā
You gag and gurgle along his thick, veiny, gorgeous dick, spit dripping down your chin and lips. āIt feels good, donāt it?ā he asks. āIt feels so good to get used like this. Have a man know how to fuck a pretty throat like yours.ā He groans as your throat vibrates and flexes around him, making him bite his plump lower lip. āYou take me so well, sweetheart,ā he gasps. āSuch a good little cock sleeve.āĀ
His degrading words have you playing with yours between your thighs which the cameras no doubt catch. When you begin to feel that tickle in your throat, you tap his thigh twice, immediately gaining his attention.Ā
āNeed to breathe?ā he asks, still staying in character. You nod and he releases you, moaning as he pulls himself out of your mouth. You deeply inhale and cough, your jaw aching and your throat burning from the constant gagging and sucking. āBreathe, slut,ā he growls. āAnd when youāre done, go ahead and finish suckinā on me. Donāt forget my balls, too.āĀ
After quickly gaining some recovery, you go back to your job, sucking on his heavy balls while he strokes his cock against your nose. All you can smell, taste, and breathe is him. He is all that matters to you right now. After going back to throating him for a couple more minutes, he finally pulls away and forces you to look at him despite your fucked-out state. His cock, tanned and veiny with a pink head, shines in your spit and his pre-cum.Ā
āI wanna fuck you,ā he growls. āYou want that too?ā Your stomach flipping excitedly and nervously, you slowly nods and give him a smile. āYes, Daddy,ā you reply. āI want you to fuck me, right now please.ā A crooked smile curls onto his lips, blinding you. āGood girl.āĀ
He moves down to press a kiss to your forehead, but only for the cameras. āRemember,ā he whispers, "if you ever want me to stop, just tap me twice.āĀ
You nod, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips against your ear. āGood girl,ā he repeats, though this time, it isnāt in character. Itās real and he really thinks youāre a good girl. His good girl. Butterflies swarm in your stomach and a goofy smile appears on your lipsĀ
In a blink of an eye, you find yourself on your knees and your costar mounting himself behind your ass. He gives you a sharp smack, causing your asscheek to jiggle. A giggle escapes your lips that is quickly swallowed by a moan when he slowly sheathes himself inside of you. Though itās just the head, he is thick and stretches your hole instantly.Ā
You both gasp at the same time as soon as heās snuggly inside of you despite it only being the head. Itās a stretch and it takes a few breaths to take him, but Bakugou is patient and plays with your clit in the process, his knuckles gently brushing the bundle of nerves. āTake your time, baby,ā he coos, stroking your back with his other hand. āJust breathe for me.āĀ
His words, fingers, and the previous orgasm definitely help, making your cunt slipperier enough to take him inch after inch. With each inhale and exhale, he sinks deeper into you and pulls back until he is finally, slowly, fucking you. You gasp at each pump of his hips, each stroke of his cock inside of you, his balls brushing against your clit.
You feel your pussy accommodating to his girth, your walls stretching around him. Youāve never felt so full before, not even with your favorite dildo. Heās so thick that he fills up every inch of your pussy, making him feel a lot bigger each time he thrusts. āFuck me back,ā he growls, smacking your ass. āCāmon, mama, show me how much you want this.āĀ
With a whimper, you do as he says and toss your ass back to meet his cock. Your moans and cries fill the bedroom along with the sound of skin clapping against skin and the bedsprings squeaking below you. Bakugou grips your hips for dear life, nailing your pussy again and again, moaning every time he does so. āGoddamn, youāre takinā me so good!ā he groans. āYouāre so wetā¦so tightā¦soā¦f-fuck!āĀ
You non-verbally agree with a moan, loving how full you feel with him. You can hardly believe any of this is happening.Ā
How many times have you dreamed of fucking Dynamight?Ā
How many nights have you rubbed your pussy to the thought of having him fill you up, fuck your brains out, and pump you full of his cum?Ā
Your eyes flutter closed from the pleasure and you fall deeper into the bliss he gives you with each thrust of his thick cock inside of you.
He then leans down to wrap his hand around your throat and press his lips to your ear, his hot breath and his touch making the fuck session even more intense. āI lied,ā he growls.Ā
You blink confusedly. āHuh?ā you softly exhale, keeping your voice low to avoid being heard by the mic.Ā
āWhen I said Iāve never heard of you before,ā he confesses. āI lied to you.ā He then reaches down to rub your clit, emitting a loud sob from you and causing your pussy to tighten around him. āIāve been wantinā to fuck this pretty pussy for so long,ā he groans. āIāve watched you so many times, wishinā I could have you all to myself.āĀ
Your eyes widen at his confession. Heās watched you? Heās a fan of you?Ā
The fact of this makes your pussy clench around him. āFuck, baby!ā he breathlessly swears. āThat turn you on? You like the fact that Iāve watched you play with this pussy on camera?ā He fucks you a little harder, a little rougher, than before, gripping your hair, giving you a taste of what youāve been dreaming of.Ā
āYes!ā you shout, having lost your mind. āYes, I love it! Please fuck me harder, Daddy! Make me cum for you!āĀ
And he does just that. He wastes no time pulling you back with his hips and thrusting his hips roughly into you until he is railing you into the mattress. His speed is quicker than before, his grip on your hips hard and possessive. āLike that?ā he asks. āLike that, lilā slut?āĀ
You vigorously nod your head. āDonāt stop,ā you whimper. āPlease don't stop!ā His hand then roughly shoots out to bend you over, planting your face into the pillow.Ā
As he roughly fucks you from behind, all you can do is moan, scream, and sob into the pillow as his cock mercilessly turns your poor pussy into mush. He is almost feral in the way he fucks you into the mattress, grappling at your tits that bounce every time he thrusts his hips forward and smacks at the meat of your thighs.Ā Quickly, you feel your second orgasm dawning on you, about to spill over you and Bakugouās cock plunged deep inside of you.Ā
āYou wanna cum, baby?ā he asks. āYou wanna cum for Daddy?ā You pitifully whine in response, unable to speak with his hand grasping your throat and his dick stroking your insides.Ā
His cock turns your pussy into wet, gummy mush as it glides against your G-spot and his pelvis nudges against your sensitive clit. Itās all too much. Youāre going dizzy from the pleasure. Youāre seeing stars. Itās unlike anything youāve ever experienced before.Ā
Bakugou leans down to whisper something in your ear, yanking your hair to pull you back up from the pillow that is now stained in your makeup. āYou wanna cum?ā he teasingly asks. āYou wanna cum on Daddy Dynamightās cock?ā He squeezes his hand around your throat a little more, constricting your breath.Ā
You wordlessly nod, sobs of pleasure escaping you as your pussy tightens around his cock again. You can tell this orgasm is going to be a big, exhausting one. āMake me cum!ā you beg, gripping his shoulders tighter. āPlease make me cum, Daddy Dynamight!āĀ
He doesnāt need to be told twice. He plunges his cock into you at a breakneck pace as he turns your face to his, his mouth latched onto yours, your tongues swishing together.Ā
He pulls away with a groan and stares down at you, his gorgeous face contorted in pleasure.Ā
āCum for me, Y/N,ā he demands in your ear, using your real name. āCum on this dick. Do it for me, baby girl.āĀ
With a loud, long moan of his pornstar name, you do so, sparks of pleasure exploding in your body. You gush all over his cock, your pussy flexing and clenching around him as your orgasm floods your senses. Youāve never cum with anyone so hard before. It triggers his own orgasm almost instantly.
He immediately pulls himself out of you, moaning as he does so. āTurn around,ā he demands. āTurn the fuck around and show me that tongue.āĀ
You do as he says, knowing whatās coming next. One of your hard limits and things to avoid is a creampie. Though youāre on birth control, itās still extremely risky, so you told him you like facials better.Ā
You obediently sit on your knees before him, watching him eagerly fuck his fist in your face, his beautiful, wet cock ready to burst for you. āSo fuckinā pretty,ā he growls. āSo sexyā¦Iām gonna cum all over you!āĀ
You stick your tongue out for him, keeping your eyes on his. āI want it,ā you wordlessly say. āCum for me.āĀ
He stills his hips and his body tenses as his cock spurts rope after rope of hot cum onto your face and tits. āFuck!ā he bellows, his raspy voice echoing against the bedroom walls. You weakly whine as you feel each spurt of cum splash onto your cheeks, mouth, and tits. It makes you feel used, and you love it.Ā
Finally, Bakugou takes a breath and releases his now-soft cock dripping in cum. He stares down at you with a crooked smirk. āHow was that for help?ā he chuckles.Ā
āAnd cut!ā Jirou yells. āThatās a wrap!ā You blink confusedly, wondering what she means and how she got here.Ā
From the sidelines, Mina cheers for you while Kiri gives you a thumbs-up and a grin. When you look around at the cameras and crew, you remember in your fucked-out, dazed mind that youāre working. You just shot your first porn scene with Dynamight. Suddenly, the nervousness you felt when the scene started returns.Ā
āGreat job, guys!ā Jirou praises you as Izuku walks over with some water bottles and baby wipes. āYou did a fantastic job! You two really work well together.ā She smiles proudly at you and Bakugou before her face quickly turns into a glare directed at Izuku. āWhere are there robes, Izuku?āĀ
Izukuās face grows red hot. āI-I forgot!ā he stutters. āIāll go get them right now!ā He passes you a pack of wipes and the water, all jittery and jumpy. āSorry about that, Y/N,ā he apologizes. āAnd you did a really good job, by the way.ā Bakugou and Jirou each give the intern a glare before he skitters off to fetch the robes, Jirou following behind him to make sure he listens.Ā
Bakugou, still naked and shimmering in sweat, leans back onto his hands to look down at you. āThat was a great take,ā he sighs. āHowād it feel for you?ā
You begin to slowly clean yourself up with the wipes that are lavender-scented. āIt was,ā you agree. āAnd pretty good. The cameras went away once weā¦ā You pause, growing hot despite what you two just did.Ā
Bakugou chuckles at your embarrassment. āFucked?ā he finishes, raising an eyebrow at you. āYouāre pretty good at it, yāknow. I think youāre gonna go far in this industry.ā His compliment makes you smile.Ā
Suddenly, he becomes nervous and adverts his eyes from yours as he cracks open a bottle of water. āSo you got anything to eat?āĀ
You blink at him, confused at what heās asking. āUhā¦I didnāt pack a lunch,ā you reply. āI figured Iād go get something after cleaning up.āĀ
He looks at you once before quickly looking away, his cheeks pink. āWell, when youāre done showering and whatever, we could grab somethingā¦togetherā¦if you want.ā He gnaws on his lower lip that you just kissed and licked at, not at all coming off as the cocky, confident man he was earlier.Ā
The sudden change in persona nearly gives you whiplash. And then you begin to giggle. Dynamight isnāt at all nervous to fuck on camera, but heās nervous to ask a girl out for lunch? You decide right then that youāre definitely going to enjoy working with him in the future.Ā
āIād love to, Katsuki,ā you reply, making a point to use his real name.Ā
He smiles sweetly at you then and once again, the cameras, lights, and crew fade away.Ā
sukuna knows women. he knows how to please them. how to make them moan, whine, cry. but knowing how to please a woman doesnāt mean he knows women. aka a womanās cycle. in simple terms, sukuna has mainly grown up with men, his gramps, his brothers, toji ā all he knows is a girl has a period, but he has never bothered to stay with a girl long enough to actually address her period.
well until his fuck buddy, you, open your door for him.
his arm wraps around your waist, tugging you towards his chest, lips locking with yours in moments. āMmm,ā he groans, tongue pushing past your lips, just to feel you press a hand to his chest. your lips break, air filling his lungs in disdain, eyes narrowing at you for pushing him away.
āyou didnāt text me, dude,ā you say, letting him pull away to drop his backbag on the floor, plastic bag in hand as he kicks his shoes off.
āgot outta the gym late. lost track of time,ā he walks two steps to the kitchen pulling out two energy drinks, a protein drink, and a couple protein bars. āfuck,ā he cups his crotch, palming himself through his low hanging sweats. he opens his shake. āaccidentally swiped on that video yaā sent me from the summer. I watched the whole thing between my sets.ā his hand tips back, throat bopping as he chugs the shake, eyes closing as he sees the video play back in his mind, hand still on his bulge.
youāre leaning against the column between your smaller than small living room and kitchen, eyeing the way heās shamelessly groping himself in front of you, men. you sigh, internally.
āhey,ā he suddenly appears in front of you, towering. his musky scent fills your nose as he cups your neck, the other resting on your hip. he slowly lowers himself, tilting your chin up with a thumb as his lips connect with yours again. āhaah,ā he sighs, kissing your lips like itās his saving grace, his sweats hang low on his hips as he presses himself against you. āremember that video?ā he husks, āthe one with yaā spreading your legs out for the cameraāā
you gently press a hand to his chest again, cheeks flushed, but stomach churning uncomfortably. āryoāā
āwanna see this pussy,ā he doesnāt even hesitate, he drops his head to your neck, kissing the exposed skin before dropping to a knee, hands on your hips. āwanna smell how good she isāā
āryo,ā you press a hand to his forehead, face aflame, as you push him back. your heart hammers as he frowns up at you, jaw tight and hands tightening around your waist. āI got my period yesterday.ā
ā¦.
a silent beat passes.
then.
FUCK!
sukuna is horrible at controlling his face.
you immediately notice his dilated pupils dissipate, and the excitement die behind his eyes. your lips purse, making a my bad king type of face. but sukuna looks absolutely destroyed, his head drops forward, desperately trying to control his eye roll, but you catch it , along with the way he presses his face into your stomach, and groans. loud. uncontrolled.
āsorryā¦I forgot to text you, and you came all the way here,ā you pat his shoulder apologetically, though youāre not super sympathetic since itās not your fault.
āyaā have cramps or some shit?ā he grumbles against your sleep shirt.
āhad crazy cramps this morning, but just likeā¦not in the mood right now,ā you cringe while saying it, but sukuna just sighs.
you bite your cheek as you watch him sit back on his heels. his black sweats straining against his thighs, his bulge shameless as it presses up against the material. your eyes flick over him again, wetting your lip as you reach for his hair. hesitant. but eventuallyā¦your manicured nails run through the slightly damp, salmon colored hair. you watch in silent awe as his lashes weigh down, and his jaw tightens like heās holding himself back. your nails scratch his scalp, lightly, but enough to elect a raw groan from the back of his throat.
you bite your lip, eyeing the dark flush crawling up his neck, and dusting his cheeks a light pink. his large palm rests on your outer thigh and the other flexing as it grips his erection. how far will heā
ānot cumming in my fucking sweats,ā he suddenly barks, getting to his feet. your hand drops as he walks towards the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head, he kicks the door shut behind him.
your lips purse again, biting your cheek as you hear the shower turn on. men.
that was how sukuna dealt with his fuck buddy being on her period. somehow always finding out last minute that youāre bleeding, and in no mood for action ā except for those very rare occasions, well he canāt divulge too much now since you never want him to mention it again ā and heās forced to take care of his problem in your shower. his rough calloused palm ā a contrast from your soft smaller ones ā jerks his painfully hard throbbing cock to the images of you floating in his mind until heās finally shooting his thick white load all over your shower wall. haze clearing up as he watches the cum slide down. and then heāll step out of the bathroom, usually wearing a pair of sweats heād forgotten here, along with a plain black tee, and crash on the couch as you do your homework. heāll eye you a bit, but eventually shift his attention to the tv and knockout.
it would be difficult for those five to seven days, especially when you would be slightly more clipped with him, or just plain bitchy and short tempered (like him). but itād get him all hot and bothered, especially since he canāt act on it.
that was sukunaās perception of a womanās cycle. before he never cared, now he cares just a little more because he canāt have sex with you when youāre on your period.
but as smart as sukuna is, it takes a little more brain power for him to realize what this is.
this being, how heās wound up because heās trying to get through this studying for an upcoming exam. heās far from prepared for and the best way for him to study is to be around someone who takes it seriouslyā you. and yetā¦
and yet, you wonāt stop moving!
at first you were sitting across from him in the library. then you shift to the seat at corner of the table, and then you move to sit directly beside him.
āyou need help?ā he suddenly cuts. youāre shifting beside him stops, brows pulled in confusion.
āwas just uncomfortable, am i disturbing you?ā
his brow twitches, but you were completely innocent. your brow pulled up, like heās the crazy one, and not you, whoās moved around like ten times in the last hour!!
ājust a little,ā he mutters, putting his headphones back on and turning back to his work. luckily, you seem to have settled down, attention back on your own studies. engrossed in your review sheets and notes, as sukuna reviews for his own exam.
however, what the fratboy did notice was even when shoko stopped bye to chat, and utahime came to whisper some gossip to you between her class, you didnāt move once. his brow quirked briefly when utahime chatted across the table, and instead of getting up and going to the hallway to talk freely, you remain seated, right beside him, and right against him.
whatās going on?
āI swear I told the girl I didnāt even know who she was talking about itābut she didnāt even care. girl! I wasnāt talking to your ex,ā utahime rambles in hushed whispers, similar to the whispered conversations at other tables.
your brows furrow in shock, āwhat the hell?? why the heck is she even confronting you in the middle of class though? thatās so weird.ā
āthatās what Iām sayinggg!!!ā
sukuna has every reason to snap at you both right now. to tell you two to shut the fuck up or go outside. seriously, it was distracting as fuck. but his mind was short circuiting and stumbling around all because of how fucking close you are to him.
his arms are leaning over the table, biceps bulging from his tshirt, scribbling practice equations and notes. and youāre leaning over in an identical position, but your side is fully pressed against his arm. your zip up hoodie resting around your hips after youād shrugged it off, and your usual cold skin was searing hot against his. skin to skin. and itās been like that for the past twenty minutes.
usually when your friends stop by to ramble you have the curiosity to step away so he can study. but not this timeā well you did a similar thing a month ago too. sticking to him like glue. brushing your fingers over the veins of his forearmā
āokay, Iāll update you later, but thanks for letting me borrow your airpods!ā utahime concludes her rant with finally returning your airpods and running off to her next class. sukuna lets out an air of relief, relaxing beside you.
finally, some peace and quiet in the library.
ā¦shiftā¦
well, it could only last so long.
his brows furrow as he glances over at you, your cheek is now resting on his arm, mindlessly reading your notes like this is normal. is it because heās finally anxious about an exam after so long, that heās noticing how touchy youāre being? or maybe youāre not in the mood to do your work and in the mood for something elseā
tch, he doesnāt have time to find some room to fuck you in though. itās the middle of the day and the library is packed. the last thing youād want is for someone to see you both. however, he canāt even tell if you want any action right now. it just looks like youāre tiredā¦and clingyā¦?
sukuna exhales, thumb pressing against his jaw in thought, while you shift again, oblivious to his internal turmoil, cheek smushed against his armā¦
āyou hungry?ā he interrupts, desperate for his mind to quiet down.
ānot really,ā you mutter, focused on your homework.
his lips downturn, pen tapping the desk, āIām gonna grab another celsius.ā he suddenly stands, startling you for a moment, noticing the way your pretty lashes blink in surprise. youāre definitely just focused on schoolā¦but last month you were acting the same-ishā¦if heās right, then when he comes backā¦youāllā¦
he places a celsius in front of you, eyes flicking over you as he sips his drink. you hum in distracted appreciation, like you canāt even see him sliding back into his seat, legs spread, and arms coming up back to the table to grab his pen. but like glue, youāre sliding yourself right beside him, pressing your cheek to his shoulder, and taking a subtle inhale.
what the hell?!? itās like he can predict youāre every move now?!
it didnāt stop there. the puzzle pieces are starting to come together slowly. especially when you subtly kept a grip on his arm muttering how he can finish studying at your place, without the distraction of the fratāwhich you rarely pressure him to do a night before an exam. except instead of going straight to the bathroom to shower, you followed him to your couch and sat beside him.
ādo you mind if I turn on the tv?ā you ask with such an unnerving amount of gentleness, glancing at him with your full undivided attention.
his brow quirks, whyāre you looking at him like that? āitās your place, woman.ā
you hum, relaxing back, albeit pressed to his side and your knees tucked up, as he leans over on the coffee table (aka your only desk in your small ass apartment) reviewing more work. but just moments later heās sliding to the floor for more comfortabilityā
āwhyād you move?ā your voice cuts through the quiet apartment.
āhuh?ā
sukuna glances back, brow quirked with confusion at the frown youāre wearing. āleaning over is fucking with my back,ā he tsks, earning him an uncharacteristically quick attitude switch from you ā your eyes roll, your entire body slumps further back on the couch that youāre basically laying across it, and your cute bottom lip juts out in an irritated, subtle pout. seriously? sukuna scoffs internally. youāre acting like such a brat??? for real this time.
your cheeks press against the cushion. your hypnotizing eyes flick between his, then eventually settle on his lips. theyāre slightly chapped, pinkā¦prettyā¦kissableā¦
āya need something?ā he snaps without any bite. youāre zoning out again. your eyes drift off, and your lips part lost in thought. āzoning outāā are the words that you here before you feel an aggressive (light in his mind) flick to your forehead. āagain!ā
āow!ā you groan loud, face quickly turning and pressing into the cushion in annoyance. āwhat the hell!ā your muffled yell barely comes out.
āwhat the hell me?ā he tsks, rough hand landing on your head, and turning your face back for air. āI was talking and you did that shit againāā
āwhat thing?!ā you scoff, brows pinched in anger as you stare into his eyesā¦.his deepā¦darkā¦liddedā¦crimson eyesā¦..haahā
āthat,ā he exhales, hand softening on your temple, and irritation slipping away with your usual antics. āhow do you even zone out that fast?ā
your glossy lips part, manicured nail brushing your bottom lip, heat pooling between your legs, and eyes half liddedā¦ āwas thinking about your eyes.ā
the softness of your tone was more shocking than the actual words that came out of your mouth. or it was the combination of both. or the bluntness of your gentle honey sweet voice that took sukuna by surpriseā¦
but he blinked. once. twiceā
āfirst it was your lips,ā you whisper with a breathless sigh. your finger carefully reaching out and touching his lips. you mimic the way he parts his lips with your own. his thick brows creating a shadow over his lidded eyes. āthen your eyes.ā you explain with such clarity, it had sukuna short circuiting as he tries to rationalize why youāre acting this wayā
āthatās why i zoned out,ā you conclude, shifting closer to the edge of the couch, closer to him. your eyes dot up at him, brushing his bottom lip, pulling it down with a thumb. āyou distract me sometimes.ā youāre tiredā¦it was a long day of classes and it was the middle of the week. that has to be the reason, sukuna thinks.
by now, he knows that look.
you wanna fuck.
āMmm,ā you whine the moment he presses his lips to yours. your tongue immediately finding his as your nails course through his hair. tugging. āmake me cum, ryo.ā
he snorts in your mouth, rough hand pushing your shirt up, thumbing your bra before hooking his thumb under and lifting up. āshouldāve just told me ya want your pussy wetāā
āitās already wet,ā you cut, ābeen wet all day.ā
shiit, he groans into your lips, pushing his hand down, past your waistband. āfucking slut.ā a breathy gasp slips out as he cups your wet sticky pussy. āfucking drenched, dirty brat.ā his teeth sink into your bottom lip as you whine louder, unaware how sukunaās neck is unbelievably red. why do you taste sweeter?
āMmm lift your hips up,ā he husks. you donāt get the chance to react when heās suddenly yanking your pants and drenched panties off. āspread āem.ā
your tongue pokes your bottom lip, opening your legs for your fuck buddy. his huge palms press against your thighs, grabbing fistfuls and licking his bottom lip as your sticky pussy comes into view. his pupils dilate as he watches your hole twitch. and your scent immediately hits his nose. āyouāre gonna taste so good today.ā he mutters to himself, but your brow lifts.
āwhatās different about today?ā
he leans forward, eyes flicking up as he exhales. is he drunk? his eyes roll back, cock throbbing in his pants and he inhales againāfuuck, you smell so much sweeter, ānothin.ā his tongue shuts you right up as he licks a long wet lewd strip up your folds. your back immediately arches off the couch, nails digging into his scalp as his beefy arms lock around your thighs, moaning. your sweet honey floods his taste budsā¦this pussy has always hypnotized him, aroma consuming him and taste intoxicating himā¦but now that he thinks aboutā¦this small little difference in taste and scent, a bit sweeter, happened last monthā
āryoāhaah ah mmh ya like my pussy?ā your eyes flutter as you keep them on sukunaās flushed face.
his eyes roll back, completely falling apart between your thighs as he groans a deep husky, āfuck yeah.ā
your stomach burns hot at his voice, and voice pitching higher as his tongue delves inside your hole. āhaaaahāyour mouth is so good, babyāngh been wet all day,ā you confess in your pleasure. āwas staring at your hands all day, ryoātheyāre so bigā¦l-like your diāahhāā fuck youāre talking a lot, sukuna groans, annoyed how worked up your voice is getting him.
his tongue laps and sucks, his salvia creating an even bigger mess. he pulls away, cheeks dusted a deep red as he spits directly onto your puffy clit, pupils dilating as he spreads the mess all over your swollen clit. āthese hands,ā he runs his calloused palm over your lower stomach. your pupils grow black with lust. pupils blown as you stare at the way his hand encompasses the entire surface. his crimson irises dilate once he sees the lust all over your face. āwant them inside ya?ā
you nod, immediately.
he doesnāt wait.
two long, thick fingers push past the initial tightness, feeling the gummy walls of your pussy hug his digits with delight. your jaw falls slack, drool slipping as he leans down to plant wet kisses along your lower stomach, forearms and biceps flexing as he pistons his fingers in n out. the squelching fills his ears as you moan above him.
āngh! fuh ryo, feels good, kissākiss me down thereāā you push his head down until his lips connect with your clit again, sucking. rough. mean. teeth sinking just hard enough to make your eyes water and a choked cry slip your lips. āryo,ā you mewl with such lewd sweetness that this huge 6ā5 hunk is practically moaning in response. āryāmy pussyāahh gun āmmm c-closeāgun cumāā
but sukuna has already lost all sanity with how good your slick tastes. his eyes roll back pushing you over the edge. āmmm fuck!ā you cry, lashes wet as they flutter from the pleasure coursing out of you. his throat bops swallowing and lapping your sweet slick like itās a drug ā which it might as well be with the way his cock is throbbing in his boxers just from eating his fuck buddyās sweet pussy. ātaste like fucking honey,ā he groans, cleaning you up like a dog. he pants, catching his breath as he climbs up to your lips like a starved animal. he smashes his lips against you, kissing your spit slicked lips with a loud groan. how do your lips taste sweet too?
āgonna be a good brat and let me fuck this tight pussy?ā He grunts, unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down along with his boxers, freeing his painfully erect cock.
your tongues collide, dumb whine coming from the back of your throat, and hands running up and locking around his neck. āfācourse.ā
fucking you rough and fast on the couch as you babbled like a dumb slut, drunk on his cock, had him seeing stars. he was desperately trying to figure out how you're handling him with how uncharacteristically rough heās being, but you havenāt told him to stop.
"ryāaa-haah!"
shit. he'd flipped you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips , ass in the air as he slams his thick throbbing cock in from behind. his rough palm is pressed into your lower back keeping you in that deep arch he loves, and hand cracking the nth spank to your sore ass. "feel good?"
"so good ryoāwanna cum again -cum-ngh haah please please-"
unbelievable.
and itās not until heās panting on the couch, your limp body resting across it, completely and utterly spent, does he realize just how rough he was being. his jaw tenses, as the fog clears up.
āheyā¦ā his voice treads lightly, cautious as he turns on the couch, glancing at your resting form. your shirt covers your breasts after he finally came and let you lay back on the couch. but his spend leaks out of your abused hole, and your ass is still burning from his mean spanks. āheyā¦ā he leans over you, hand brushing your waist. grounding. āyou okay?ā
he watches carefully as you turn on your side, eyes heavy as you blink up at him. āyeahā¦you okay?ā
āyou okay with how we fucked?ā
you donāt blink, āyeah.ā
yeah, somethings up. he was rough, even he knows that much. and you took it well. more than well, you were begging for me.
all of those shouldāve been signs. the closeness, the slight sweetness spike in your slick and saliva. how unbelievably heavenly you smell, all the time. how you didnāt mind how rough he was. but the cherry on top was the party friday.
the frat is lit up like a damn fever dream. neon strips line the railings, glow paint smeared across walls and skin, bass from the dj bleeding through the floors as the pool outside shimmers under colored lights. itās packed, but not suffocating. invite-only for once. people actually have room to breathe, but it was mainly because they didnāt want any complaints so early in the semester.
sukuna is sat back on the patio couch, shirtless, skin still damp from the heat, a thin sheen of sweat catching the lights every time he moves, tattoos flexing over his well defined muscles. gojo was loud beside him, geto half-listening while scrolling on his phone, a couple other guys scattered around with some girls mingling between them. but sukuna isnāt paying attention to any of it.
he has a drink in his hand, untouched. his eyes keep drifting. back to you. somewhere near the edge of the pool, laughing at something utahime is saying, glowing under the neon like it was made for you. your bikini hugged your tits so well heād pop a boner if he stares too hard. the droplets run down your soft skin, as he sees you fix your necklace as you say something to your friend.
he clicks his tongue, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. āyou ever notice they act different sometimes?ā he mutters, low enough that it doesnāt carry past the music.
nanami, sitting beside him in swim shorts, thick legs spread open for all to eye and an open button up putting his defined abs on full display, along with the sneaky patch of blonde hair peaking out of his waistband, doesnāt even look up from his phone. āthatās a very broad statement.ā
sukuna exhales through his nose. ānah, likeāā he pauses, frowning slightly, like heās trying to piece a puzzle together when he doesnāt have all the pieces yet. āitās not random.ā
nanami studies him for a second, then follows his line of sight, and finds you immediately. is he starting to realize his feelings for you?ā ānot random how?ā
sukuna tilts his head, ājustā¦ different. clingier. orāā he gestures vaguely with his drink. āmore into it.ā
nanami raises a brow. āinto what.ā
sukuna gives him a look like donāt be fucking stupid.
nanami hums, finally catching on, taking a slow sip. āyouāre asking if thereās a pattern to womenās behavior.ā
āiām saying there is one,ā sukuna mutters aggressively. āi just donāt know what the hell it is.ā
āyou know,ā nanami says calmly, āthey have cycles.ā
thereās a beat. then sukuna leans back, jaw ticking slightly, still watching you. āyeah I fucking know that,ā he mutters. āItās annoying.ā
nanami glances at him again, lost. āwhat is.ā
sukuna doesnāt answer right away. just takes another sip, eyes narrowing faintly. āthe way itās not consistent.ā
nanami huffs quietly, amused now . āif youāre starting to notice now then it is consistent.ā
sukuna side-eyes him. nanami is no better than gojo or geto, heās just more subtle about his innuendos. āIām not noticing shitāā
nanami shrugs, setting his glass down. unaware that gojo and geto have agreed on teams.
āokay! water volleyball!ā gojoās voice cuts clean through the bass, already halfway to the pool as he grins like heās been waiting for this all night. a cheer ripples through the patio. of course it does. a house full of athletes, half-naked, girls in bikinis, a competition handed to them on a silver platter? yeah, theyāre moving before the rules are even explained.
geto stretches his arms above his head as he stands, āhey! the love of god,ā he mutters, loud enough for the frat president t to hear him, ātry not to break anyoneās teeth this time.ā
gojo laughs, already hopping to his side of the pool because obviously heās one of the captains. āno promises.ā
sukunaās already up, taking the second captain title and just like that ā whatever train of thought he was stuck on snaps clean in half. gone. replaced with something sharper, more familiar. his shoulders roll once, loose, eyes narrowing as he sizes up the space, the people already splitting into sides. his team or gojoās team. theyāre always on opposite teams. it makes it more fun.
ādonāt get in my way,ā he tosses to gojo as he steps around to his end of the pool, his hand brushing his stomach as he crack his neck.
āyou wish,ā gojo shoots back.
people start gathering, some hanging back to watch, others eager, slipping into the water, calling out sides, laughing as they pick teams. a younger pledge scrambles to the middle, already trying to take control after geto shoves him in to the play referee, whistle in hand like this is some official match.
and of course, even as chaos takes over the yard. your eyes find him. instinctive, like something in you locks in and refuses to look anywhere else.
sukuna stands at the edge, skin still glistening under the neon, muscles flexing lazily as he stretches his arm over his head. his back, his shoulders, the deep v- line that has your eyes following down to the tuft of light hair peaking out the same one you always find yourself caressing during foreplayā itās too much. itās always too much, but tonight it sits heavier in your chest, lower in your stomach, something warm and insistent that doesnāt let up between your legs.
your clit throbs.
āwaitāā utahime grabs your wrist, staring at you like youāve lost your mind. āyou hate this stuff.ā
you donāt even look at her. āitāll be fun,ā you murmur, already pulling away. and then youāre moving. slipping from your seat on the edge of the pool and jumping in.
the water hits cool against your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat thatās been building under it. you swim to sukunaās side, breath catching slightly as you orient yourself to the chaos around you, because normally, usually, a crowded sweaty pool was something youād avoid, butāheās already looking at you. your thighs press together.
his eyes are not casual, not passing, heās looking. his gaze drops first. slow and deliberate, catching the faint mark on your neck, the one he left last night, barely visible under the colored lights. his jaw ticks. then lower, just for a second, the way your body shifts in the water, the ripple of movement as you steady yourself, the rise and fall of your breasts threatening to spill out. the water calmly rocks underneath them. then his gaze shifts back to your face, and youāre still staring at him. youāre not even trying to hide it.
something about that makes his brow twitch.
because youāre not looking away. not when he meets your eyes. not when the noise around you spikes, not when someone splashes too close. your focus stays locked, heavy, almostā¦ expectant.
it lingers a second too long. thenā
āteams set!ā the pledge yells, blowing the whistle way too aggressively. āfirst to tenā no cheap shotsāā he glances around before catching geto lounged on the other side of the pool, some girl already pressed against his arm. āOH! no punches or choking!ā
āshut up and start it,ā gojo calls from the other side, already grinning, bouncing lightly in the water.
sukuna doesnāt take his eyes off you for another beat. then he exhales through his nose, turning slightly, shoulders squaring as the ball is tossed into play and heās in the pool.
the game starts rough. the second the ball is tossed, two guys are already lunging for it. water splashing high, bodies colliding mid-air before someone spikes it hard across the pool. girls moved out of the way, squealing as huge men fight. a chorus of shouts erupts from the sidelines, music still blasting behind it, neon lights flickers over wet skin and moving bodies.
gojo, the ever responsible fraternity president, grins like a man possessed on the other side. sukuna, the very responsible vice president, is barking like a mad man.
and of course, the competitive idiots fall into rhythm with each other. fast, aggressive, locked in, and every hit gets harder, a slightly more violent. every return is sharper and people start gathering closer to the edge, phones out, recording, yelling their names like itās a real match instead of a drunk frat game.
ācāmon, kuna!ā someone shouts.
āgojo! spike that shit!ā
water slaps against tile. everything is moving fast, bodies move out of the way so theyāre not hit by the aggressive spikes from the frat hosts. but they still refuse to leave the pool because itās fun, messy, loud, and heated.
and then the ball comes your way. your eyes widen, barely able to think, so you just react. your hands come up, fingers pushing against it just right, and somehow, youāre sending it up in a clean arc, right to him.
sukuna moves instantlyā¦.he jumps, sculpted body cutting through the air, arm pulling back before he slams the ball down with violent force, sending it crashing into gojoās side of the pool.
a winning point. a cheer explodes. and when he lands, water dripping down his shoulders, he glances at you, canines on display, as his deep voice cuts through the chaos to say, āgood girl.ā itās low, automatic, and it slips out without thought, just like how heād praise you when youāre alone, and his voice is raspy as he whispers it in your ear, cock usually deep in your guts as he gives you another mean thrust that you take with pride, pussy clamping when he bottoms.
something fast, hot, and dizzying rushes through you. your chest tightens, skin buzzing as your breath stutters for a second. your thighs press together instinctively under the water, pulse kicking up in a way that feels almost overwhelming. and from that moment on, you stick to him. you try to chase the ball for him, pushing it back into his reach every chance you get, doing your best to avoid the large men playing the game. but your focus narrows, locked in on your hot fuck buddy like nothing else exists. every movement feels sharper, more urgent, your body reacting before your brain can catch up.
on the sidelines, people notice. how can they not? most of the girls āplayingā cling to the perimeter. and then thereās you, being an idiot, but a very hot one, throwing yourself in the middle. your bikini clings tight from the water, fabric hugging every curve, shifting every time you jump or twist. a few guys on the edge of the pool donāt even bother pretending theyāre watching the game anymore. their eyes track you instead, murmurs passing between them. someone whistles when you jump to set the ball, breasts bouncing freely in the flimsy bikini top, your nipples hard underneath as water cascades like some playboy ad.
but sukuna, is too locked into the game to notice.
the first round ends with his team winning, and the second starts almost immediately, louder than before. people are picking sides now, chanting, recording, some still dancing on the grass behind them, focused on the dj, drinks sloshing as the party refuses to slow down around the chaos of the poolās game.
youāre still right there again when it starts. you doubt youāre even playing anymore, but you wanted to see him, watch him jump high and spike the ball. watch the ink on his back ripple with his muscles. the same defined lines that you caress at night, and hugā
your attention is so narrowed, that you donāt even notice the guy at first. bodies are moving like a blur that you donāt focus on another moving behind you. until itās too near, too familiar for someone you donāt know. then, a hand brushes your bare side under the water, lingering just a second too long making your blood run cold.
your eyes snap wide. āwhat the fuck!ā you twist instantly, shoving him off hard, water splashing between you as your stomach turns. only a few people notice, the rest too consumed by the game until youāre moving straight towards a certain captain.
āTHATāS A FUCKING FOUL GOJOāwhat theāā
your arms wrap around him from behind without hesitation, pressing into him, chest flush against his back as you cling to one familiar form. tight, and instinctive.
it catches him off guard, just for a second. his body tenses slightly under your grip. his muscular arms lift, head turning halfway to see, āwho the fuckāā grabbed him in the middle of game! but then he sees you. and his eyes glance down at your familiar hands holding his chest. your name slips out of his lips, confused what youāre doing, but then the ballās already back in play. and somehow he keeps going.
even with you wrapped around him, weight clinging to his back, he still moves, still blocks, still lands a hit that sends the ball flying back over the net. itās messy now, uneven, but heās too competitive to stop, jaw tight, focus split but still sharp. water splashes everywhere. people are yelling. gojo laughs from the other side. āwhat the hell is thatā you got a handicap now?ā
sukuna clicks his tongue, annoyed, shifting slightly to keep his balance with you still latched onto him. you donāt let go. not once. āyou drunk?ā he tries to talk to you mid-game.
āyeah,ā you mutter over the music. but as more people fill the pool, and the third round feels much more chaotic, sukuna begins to notice. your grip tightens every time someone gets too close, every time someone accidentally touches you, every time your head spins just a little from the alcohol and the heat and everything. your cheek presses against his back, breath uneven, body still buzzing in a way you donāt fully understand, other than the fact that you can feel how hot it is between your legs. he smells so goodā¦
the game drags onā until finallyā gojoās team takes the last point. a loud cheer erupts from his side, people splashing into the pool, celebrating, phones still up capturing everything.ātold you,ā gojo grins, pushing his wet snowy hair back, muscles flexing for the cameras as he sticks his tongue out.
sukuna exhales sharply through his nose, annoyed, shoulders tenseā he doesnāt shake you off. but unfortunately, he doesnāt get the chance.
youāre suddenly ripped away.
āwhaā! what the fuck!ā you yelp as a pair of hands grab you from underneath, a drunk junior dunking under the water before popping up with you lifted high onto his shoulders. just for the crowd to erupt.
āOH SHITā chicken fight!ā
āLETāS GO!ā
āget her, get her!ā other guys in the pool dunk under and lift a few laughing girls up. but youāre not one of them. your thighs clamp instinctively around the strangerās head just to keep from slipping, heart racing, balance completely shot as water drips down your legs and chest. your hands fly to his hair, trying to steady yourself, panic flashing across your face. you didnāt agree to this. your eyes lock with sukuna immediately. wide. confused. heās not your boyfriendā but heās stillā¦
something in him snaps. he straightens, fast. too fast. the playful edge from seconds ago gone completely, replaced with something sharp and violent, jaw tightening as his eyes drag over the way the guyās hands are gripping your thighsā and the whistles from the crowd donāt help, especially when your hand reaches to adjust the way your bikini top had shifted.
ādamn!ā
sukunaās fist curls. āget your fucking hands off her,ā he bites out, already moving forward through the water, splashing hard as he closes the distance.
the guy just laughs, drunk, clueless and not listening. ārelax, man, itās just a chicken fight. ever heard of those?ā
he doesnāt get to finish. sukunaās already pulling his arm back, when you squeak.
āwaitā!ā you gasp, trying to shift your weight, panic spiking as the situation spirals way too fastābut before anything can land another pair of bodies crash into you. a second drunk chicken fight slams into your side, bodies colliding, completely losing balance. and then everything goes under. water rushes over your head in a blur of limbs and noise, the guy beneath you losing his footing as you both go down. you barely have time to register it before a hand grabs you. hard.
sukunaās arm wraps tight around your waist, yanking you up and out of the water in one sharp motion. you cough, sputtering slightly, fingers clutching onto him as he steadies you against his side. he doesnāt even look at you at first. heās glaring past you.
āwhat the fuck is wrong with you?!ā he snaps, voice low and dangerous, water dripping from his hair as he stares down the guy who just broke the surface, coughing. āyou fucking grab girls without permission and Iām fucking snapping your arm in half!ā
the junior lifts his hands, half-laughing, half-defensive. āyo, chillā itās just a gameāā
āi said donāt touch her,ā sukuna cuts in, sharper this time, stepping forward like heās ready to swing anyway.
the energy shifts instantly. people nearby start stepping in, hands coming up.
āaye, chill, chillāā one tries to come between them. sukuna doesnāt even notice that youād managed to slip from his grip, still coughing as you swim to the steps of the pool, heart pounding as utahime, having seen the entire interaction helps you out.
āyou okay?ā she sits in front of you on the edge handing you water.
you nod, chugging half the bottle, before breathing again, āswallowed likeā¦ā you gag, āa disgusting amount of that pool water.ā utahime cringes as she glances at the pool. the interaction growing even more heated, as a crowd watches sukuna curse out the junior.
āanyone else fucking grab a girl without her permission is getting fucking banned from this frat permanently!ā sukuna shouts. murmurs break out across the crowd, a few glance towards you, as utahime notices, but youāre too busy washing your mouth out to care.
gojoās aloof attitude steps in after coming back with a sweet juice in hand. āokay, okay, weāre clear on consent arenāt we guys?ā
people hum, cheering for the games to continue. but thenā¦
ādidnāt know she was your girlfriend.ā
it lands this time, cutting through the noise and sticking just long enough for a few whistles and low laughs to ripple through the crowd. the kind of comment meant to poke, to stir, to see what the hot headed vp will do with it. but whatās worse is that a majority of the crowd has no clue what your relationship is with sukuna. aside from the frat members.
sukuna doesnāt even look at him, and he doesnāt correct it. itās not because he wants to claim you. not because itās true. but because itās annoyingābecause explaining it, denying it, entertaining it at all feels like more effort than itās worth. heās your fuck buddy, he knows that, you know that, and thats all. his jaw tightens once, eyes already elsewhere, done with the conversation before it can grow legs because then heāll really break his fucking arm.
the party moves on like it always does. music swells back up, as gojo and geto thank the heavens that sukuna was in a good mood before the argument that he wasnāt tempered to continue the fight. luckily the drinks are raised again. gojoās already laughing, pulling attention away, and just like that the moment dissolves into noise.
sukunaās focus shifts and lands on you.
youāre still on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water, skin slick and glowing under the neon lights. your bikini clings tighter now, nipples pebbled under your soaked top, every curve on display, highlighted by the shadows of the lights above. it makes it impossible not to look. droplets trail down your thighs, catching the light as you tilt your head back slightly, still rinsing your mouth out, brows furrowed in clear disgust.
utahime sits in front of you, just as eye-catching to the hungry men around, her own bikini hugging her frame, water beading along her collarbones as she watches you with a mix of concern and amusement.
and people are staring. not subtle glancesāstaring like youāre something to watch. something to linger on. like the game earlier just shifted into something else entirely and now youāre part of it without agreeing. no wonder you hate these parties.
it irritates him, fast.
sukuna clicks his tongue under his breath and pushes forward through the water, tall enough that even standing in the pool, he closes the height between you easily. the neon catches on his skin too. his broad shoulders still damp, muscles flexing as he moves, water sliding down his torso in slow lines. heās not unaware of the way people look at him eitherāgirls nearby pausing mid-conversation, eyes dragging over him openlyābut he doesnāt care. not right now. not when he reaches you.
his hand comes up without hesitation, settling on your exposed thigh where it hangs over the edge of the pool. his palm is warm even against your wet skin, fingers spreading slightly, firm enough to ground, possessive. the contact is immediate. deliberate.
the shift is noticeable. a couple of those lingering stares drop off instantly. only then does he look at you. his gaze flicks over your face, still a little flushed, still catching your breath, before settling. his gaze is steady, assessing the way your glossy lips part with an exhale after chugging an entire bottle of watet.
āyou good?ā he asks, voice lower now, rougher around the edges from the leftover tension. his thumb moves slightly against your skin without thinking, a small, absent motion that doesnāt match the sharpness in his expression.
utahime has to hold back an eye roll, especially when his gaze flicks over your face, then your lips. unbelievable. whatās with him? whatās stopping him from asking you out if he gets so hot headed and possessiveāughhhā¦utahime holds back her anger, because she was pissed when someone suddenly grabbed you and then had you dunked in the water. why does sukuna have to be so fucking weird though?! she internally curses out sukuan for being the person that always protects her best friend, but acts like a complete jerk another second.
āhow much sweat did you drink?ā sukuna asks, tone laced with amusement .
your eyes snap, face grimacing, āshut the fuckāup,ā you gag again, hand coming up to your mouth just for utahime to snort and sukuna to bark with laughter.
ādid i tell ya why we had to drain the pool last yearāā sukuna starts, utahimeās eyes widen.
āoh my god I remember!ā
your face pales, nails digging into sukunaās shoulder while the other still covers your mouth. ādonāt you dare tell me.ā
sukuna grimaces with an amused expression remembering what happened at last years pool party. but distracting you has somehow managed to isolate everything else around him and have his sole focus on the way you wipe your mouth with a napkin utahime ā and now nanami and geto at her side ā comes back with, and the way your fingers shift from his shoulder to his forearm resting across your damp lap. and the conversation flows afterwards.
gojo was still on the dance floor, completely in his own world, some girl is pressed to his side as neon lights strobe over him laughing, loud, untouchable in the way he always is. meanwhile, the edge of the pool has settled into something more intimate and funny. the conversations around overlap as you all joke loudly and throwing around slight bickering, cooling off from the chaos, but still very much alive.
and with all that, you hadnāt left. even after everything, youāre still sitting where you are, leg still dipped in the water, skin dewy under the lights, bikini keeping your pretty tits in view for a certain salmon haired man. your hair is slightly damp, pushed back from your face, exposing the curve of your neckāthe faint mark sukuna left the night before still visible if someone looks close enough. and you smell heavenly. fuck if youāre alone, heād bury his nose closer to your breasts to smell the sweat clinging.
but people are looking. they always are now.
they just donāt linger as long anymore. not with him there. sukuna leans into the edge of the pool, upper body braced beside you, his arm draped behind your back like it naturally falls there. his other hand rests lazily against your thigh, fingers tapping absently against your skin as he takes a sip from his beer. his shoulders are broad, still slick with water, veins visible along his arms as they flex with every small movement.
he looks just as much of a problem as ever. and the attention doesnāt stop, girls nearby still steal glances, whispers, watching the way heās positioned so close to you, the way his hand hasnāt moved from your leg once. but whatās more interesting, is that you donāt move either.
you donāt push him off, donāt shift away. if anything, you lean just slightly into his space, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along his forearm where it rests across your lap, like itās second nature. you like it there.
and sukuna notices. of course he does, with how touchy and clingy youāve been these past few days. yes, heās shocked you havenāt left, or havenāt asked him to go upstairs with you. instead youāre being so uncharacteristically attached.
his gaze flicks down for a second, watching the way your fingers move against his skin, something unreadable passing through his expression before he looks away again, taking another sip like it didnāt just register. his stomach churns when you lean forward slapping nanamiās stretched out hand after he said something funny.
āwhy the fuck are you guys sitting here?ā gojoās voice cuts in suddenly, dripping with disbelief as he approaches, hair damp, grin lazy. he looks down at your little group, then at the pool like it personally offended him. āthis is embarrassing.ā
utahime snorts. āshe almost drowned, idiot.ā
āsheās alive,ā gojo shrugs immediately, already grabbing a drink from someone nearby. āget in the hot tub. itās waaaay better!ā
a couple girls attached to him nod eagerly, already following his lead as he starts heading that way without waiting for an answer. utahime glances at you. āyou wanna stay out orā¦?ā
you donāt even hesitate as you hum, soft. āyeah, why not.ā
sukuna catches it.
the group starts moving, the energy shifting with them as they make their way toward the hot tub. somewhere along the path, nanami and utahime get pulled into another conversation, stopping off to the side, leaving you and sukuna to keep going without them. your skin burns as sukuna keeps a subtle hand in your lower back, biting his lip when you reach the hot tub and you step in front of him. his gaze drops to the movement of your ass, your bikini was so skimpy itās definitely clinging on to your pussy lips too. fuck,
by the time you step into the hot tub, the heat hits instantly. you sigh without meaning to, tension melting from your shoulders as the warmth wraps around you, soaking into your skin. your body relaxes almost immediately, the contrast from the cooler pool making everything feel heavier, slower.
sukuna steps in right after you. and immediately shoves two guys aside with a sharp nudge of his shoulder. āmove.ā
they do quickly without argument, clearly frat members. he settles in beside you, close again, like earlier, like he didnāt just create that space for you.
gojo drops in for half a second, splashing water everywhere before grimacing. āitās too hot,ā he complains, already climbing back out. āi need another drink.ā
and just like that, heās gone again. leaving you, sukuna, and the rest of the group laughing, talking. the conversation easy as the night keeps rolling around you. especially when geto comes back with some girls and red solo cups for beer pong.
ādonāt spill any in the hot tub!ā sukuna barks as the girls organize the cups in place on the edge. geto slides into the pool with the ping pong balls.
āshh shh i know,ā he zips his friend up as he takes aim. and as the party is brought back to the hot tub, youāre all swept up again. and your eyes are following every movement of your friend beside you. the way heās shouting and laughing with his frat brothers, the conversations turning to fog when sukuna flexes his large bicep, the ink that wraps around it highlights how big they are. you canāt even recall the context of this sudden flex off, but youāre not complaining.
you watch his throat bop as he throws back another cup of beer, standing beside geto. your eyes trail over his sculpted chest. you suck in your bottom lip as sukuna falls back beside you. his arm draped behind you along the edge of the hot tub, barking another laugh at some crap geto is spewing, completely distracted.
āI swear TO GOD, you told me to go for that dive!ā geto throws his hands up, flabbergasted.
ānah nah nahāā sukuna shouts over, shaking his head with an amused expression, āI told youāā
ānahāsatoru!!ā geto looks over his shoulder, waving down the president. āSATORU!ā
gojoās head whips around. however, the debate is the furthest thing from your mind, honestly you canāt even understand what these idiots are talking about. butā thereās one idiot that smells heavenly.
sukuna distracted, doesnāt notice how much closer youāre pressed to him, how your lashes flutter at the mix of cologne and chlorine flooding your nose, and dizzying your mind. heās soāuh..when menā your brain is short circuiting. literally. mind so consumed by how big and strong this man beside is, that all you can think about is how he protected you. he pulled you out of the water. snapped at that guyā¦for you.
youāre not normally this moved. but it was the series of events that unfolded, all in the last few hours, that has you doing what you do next.
āplease! you know i did not agree to that!ā geto tsks, pointing his finger at gojo whoās laughing, sitting at the edge of the hot tub, legs in. and the two ā along with the rest of the group involved in the debate ā are distracted, and unaware of the fact that the pretty girl that sukuna almost started a fight over, is slipping her pretty hand inside his swim shorts.
sukuna tenses. breath hitching.
his eyes snap to you, stomach clenching. āwhatāre youāā he chokes when you squeeze his thick base without warning. your cheek casually presses against his shoulder, wetting your bottom lip. your leg is tucked against his side, as the other swings over his knee, pretty tits squished against his arm. your wrist rolls, stroking his flaccid cock alive.
āryoā¦ā you speak low enough so that only sukuna can hear. āwas jusā thinking about you.ā his jaw tenses, hand clenching at the edge of the tub, leaning his head down.
āyouāre the one that doesnāt like this shit,ā he husks, throat bopping as you bat your lashes up at him, bitting your lip as you give his cock another squeeze, pushing your wet tits against his arm. āthereās peopleāā
āthen be normal, ryo,ā you say, all while nuzzling him like a clingy gā ājust wanted to feel how big you are.ā
his heads tips back, whatāre you even saying?
you keep your cheek pressed against his shoulder, lip tucked between your teeth as you stroke the vpās fat throbbing cock in the middle of a party and in a hot tub full of his close frat friends.
it wasnāt difficult for his dick to fully harden within seconds of your hand making contact. you let out a soft exhale, pressing your practically naked body against him like you could get any closer than you already are. but to make matters worse, he was so unbelievably turned on that you were touching him in public! fuuck, his stomach flexes, biting back a groan when your thumb swipes his bulbous tip, the water made it difficult for you to keep a fast pace stroke, but his skin was still prickling with heat.
āryo, is this okay?ā you softly pant in his ear, a hum like moan escapes your lips just by the way he exhales through his nose, turning his head to you, aroma engulfing you.
to anyone else it just looked like you were having a private conversation with each other. the hot tub and pool, a few feet away, booming with chaos, no one was paying attention to you guys. but even with all that information, sukuna ā who spreads his legs further apart in the water, biting his lip when you kiss his neck now, sucking a light bruise on his flushed skin ā knows that youād never do this. you get touchy when youāre drunk, whispering dirty shit in his ear. but youāve only had a couple drinks to make you tipsy enough to enjoy the party and remember, not black out drunk to jerk him off in public.
āyeahāitās okay,ā his head drops forward, hot red flush crawling up his neck and stinging his cheeks as he nudges your head with his.
āyeah?ā you repeat with a coo.
he bites back a pathetic groan, arm sliding to your waist under the water, gripping your flesh like his life depends on it. youāre intoxicating.
āyeah baby.ā
a flush of heat runs between your legs at his deep bedroom voice. sukuna is so hot, heās so hot, so pretty, so sexy! you squeal internally, leaning closer to press your lips against his sharp jaw, whining just low enough for him to hear. your wrist twists down his cock. you hadnāt even full realized that youād taken him out of his swim trucks, to possessed to care as his fingers dig into your waist, while the other balls into a fist against the tubeās edge.
āare you close, ryo? is your big cock gonna cum?ā
unbelievable.
sukunaās jaw tenses, abs tightening just by your voice. youāve been hanging up on how big he is. how big his hands are. how big his dick is ā scratch that, youāre using the word cock now. yeah heās gonna fuckinā cum soon if you keep talkinā like that.
āthereās so many people around ry,ā you shy quietly, āyou donāt think they know Iām playing with you?ā your slightly tipsy eyes bat up at him, pupils completely dilated. his eyes briefly sweep around him, the alarms flashing in his mind donāt seem to phase him as he drops his lips down to brush yours.
āwhat if they are aware?ā he husks, lidded eyes boring into yours. ādoes that make yār pussy wet?ā he wets his lip, thighs flexing when you give his cock a squeeze as he speaks. āya like knowing that thereās eyes everywhereā¦watching your slutty self jerk me off.ā
your brain short circuits. face burning hot.
āIām not a slut,ā you whisper, just as youāre practically straddling his thigh now, with the way youāre inching closer to him every second. his hand slides from your waist to your ass, gripping the flesh as he pulls it apart letting you feel the warm tube water touch your heated pussy.
āyouāre gettin on top of meāā
āto protect your dignity,ā you attempt a frown, but your eyes keep flicking to his lips, brushing your lips against them again, just for him to pull back, again.
ādidnāt take you as someone so generous,ā he quips, hips angling up, subtly telling you to keep stroking him, even if itās starting to feel like edging. ābut,ā he bites back another groan, ābut to me, ya just look like another slut that wants to get her little pussy stuffed.ā
you blink. once.
sukuna can see the lust burst behind your eyes. your thighs clamp around his beefy thigh, your hand squeezing his tip, and your lips parting. āis that so bad?ā
ah fuck.
āyou canāt say those words to a man,ā sukunaās rasps.
you pout, pressing your wet breasts against his chest, trapping his cock between your bodies. your hot breath fans against his face, scent invading his mind, and your lips brush against his, this time licking his bottom lip. once. twice. your tongue strokes his bottom lip, waiting for him to invite you in, whining a little louder when he refuses. āryo.ā
āi have too?ā he quips with a sharp edge in his tone.
your flush with embarrassment, lips parting as your lashes flutter shut, āpleaseā¦please can you take care of it.ā
unbelievable.
his cock twitches violently against your stomach. his muscular thigh flexes under your pussy making your lips part.
as you and sukuna speak in hushed whispers. a good group of people have take notice of the awkward shifting in the hot tub and the unrecognizable look on sukunaās face. but specifically the girl that the sukuna let attach herself to him during a violently competitive water volleyball match and almost pick a fight with. heās smirking as she whispers in his ear, her lips even pressing his lobe, making the intimidating vice president blush?!
āher tits are all over him,ā one whispers, taking a sip as they watch from a distance, both sitting at the pools edge watching the events unfold a few feetās away in the hot tub. itās not obvious unless youāre staring as hard as these guys, or if youāre a certain man laughing as you stand up at the edge of the tub, face dropping for a millisecond when you catch your vice president getting off by a hot girl.
fucking animals, geto shakes his head, eyes flicking to gojo, easily communicating with him about you know.
gojoās brows pinch glancing over from his seat at the edge of the tub, toā āoh shit!ā
geto elbows him. āidiot!ā
gojoās hands fly to his mouth, laughing hysterically as he stares at the way his short tempered friend is blushing like crazy, and making it obvious to anyone that heās getting his dick touched right now. ādo they know what theyāre doing?ā gojo speaks in hushed whispers.
āobviously,ā geto sits beside gojo, the tub water doesnāt seem to be appealing anymore. and yet thereās still a few people on the sides laughing, too drunk to notice.
āfucking pervs,ā gojo snickers.
a beat passes.
then gojo turns, eyes wide when he sees geto staring blankly at him. āwhat?ā
āyouāre worse!ā geto slaps him upside the head. gojo gasps in shock. āI canāt even remember how many times you fucked someone in here and in the poolāā
āhey,ā gojo frowns, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. āthat wasā¦b-because they were hot.ā
geto scoffs, āyou werenāt even subtle about them, everybody knew you were fucking them. YOUāRE the biggest perv.ā
gojo nods, āyeahā¦ā
your whine flows directly into sukunaās ear, lips coming back to his. āwhy wonāt you kiss me?ā you quietly demand.
his dimples press into his cheeks as he bites back a smirk. āweāre jusā talking,ā he says your name, but in that deep way he does when heās stuffing you with his cockā¦which heās not.
you sit up closer, sliding higher up his thigh, knee rubbing harshly against his cock ā āah!ā you squeal suddenly straddling his lap instead of his thigh. his red irises sink into yours, watching the way your glossy lips part glancing at the surface of the hot tub trying to make out how close his cock is to where you need him. āyouāre hard ryo.ā
āand?ā
your eyes flick up to him, pretty brows pressing together, āand weāre not jusā talkingāā
āyāknowāā he suddenly chokes.
youāve moved your bikini to the side, and pushed his cock down, fully sitting on his cock and sliding across it, hips shaking, stimulating your needy clit.
your name cuts through the air, his grip moves to grab your hips, trying to keep you still, but his body betrays him as he bucks against you. āfuck, woman.ā
your lips press against sukuna, whining like a desperate slut when he finally kisses you back. and this was why he didnāt want to entertain you this quickly. the sweet taste of your lips immediately sends a rush of heat down to his cock, his arm wraps around your back, holding the back of your head as the other grips your ass, groaning as your lips smack in wet hungry kisses. your tongues collide, spit collecting in your mouth as he groans in response.
sukuna has to be responsible. he has too. but youāre such a fucking slutā touching his cock, stroking him in public, rubbing your body (his biggest weakness) against him like youāre alone together. and now youāre humping his cock like you can feel something with the waterās friction.
all of it was a factor, and for some unexplainable reason, all the dots seemed to have connected at this exact momentālike a huge light bulb going off in his head.
āshit.ā
you hum at the way his deep voice sends a warm heat blooming in your stomach. āare you turned on, ryo?ā your lips purse, kissing his, unaware of the sudden realization heās come too. ākeep kissing me.ā
your fingers thread through his short locks, gripping him as you keep his lips moving yours.
but sukunaās palm splays across your spine, groaning at the way you donāt stop to catch your breath. then his grip tightens. his mouth drags slower this time, more deliberate. heās testing something, and the way you reactāhow quick you melt back into him, how your nails press into his shoulders like youāre holding on and the pitched whine that leaves your lips when he tries to pull away.
āhow bad dāyou need me?ā he murmurs, voice low, rough, right against your pretty lips.
you donāt hesitate. āso bad,ā you breathe, almost frustrated, because itās obvious.
his eyes flick over your face, searching, calculatingāthen narrowing slightly. āyeah?ā he hums, thumb pressing into your waist, grounding you as you shift again, his cock snug between your folds. āwhy,ā he asks, tone not soft or gentle, but testing.
you shake your head slightly, breath catching, fingers tightening on him. ābecauseā i justāā you exhale sharply, frustrated, needy, āi just want you to touch me.ā
thatās all he needs. a quiet, almost amused exhale leaves him, something darker settling behind his eyes now. nanamiās little comment about ānoticing nowā makes his stomach churn uncomfortably. it doesnāt mean anything that youāve had this friend with benefits deal long enough for him to start noticing a pattern every month. especially when this part of the cycle comes around and youāre practically begging him to just touch you. he highly doubts that you even notice it.
ābeen like this all night,ā he mutters, more to himself than to you, but his grip doesnāt loosen. if anything, it gets firmer. ācanāt keep your hands off me, huh?ā
you donāt even deny it. you just pull him back in. and this time he lets you. letās you kiss him like itās your last time, letās you tug his hair like he belongs to you. letās you pull awayā¦ youāre panting at him through glossy, lidded eyes.
and then sukuna notices.
the shift.
your breathing breaks. shallow and uneven. you canāt quite catch it as your lips part, soft, glossy, letting out these higher, breathier sounds that youāre not even trying to hold back anymore. itās quieter than the music, but he hears it. feels it.
his grip tightens instinctively.
your hips are moving without any rhythm now. theyāre slow, needy, desperate. your body chasing something it canāt reach fast enough. your fingers press into his lower stomach, clutching there like you need something solid to hold onto, your head tipping forward, lashes fluttering like a fucking angel. and your mouth falls open. a soft, pitched sound slips out of youāone you donāt even seem aware ofāand itās enough to make something dark flicker across his expression.
āā¦fuck,ā he mutters under his breath, eyes locked on your face now, watching every little change his cock twitching uncontrollably.
your brows pinch, then your body tenses, then softens, like a wave hitting and pulling back all at once. your grip on him tightens, thighs pressing in, grounding yourself on his cock without even thinking about it.
and he doesnāt move. doesnāt interrupt it. he just watches. because now he knows. and all he can think is how unbelievably hot you look in his eyesālike something wired wrong in his brain just flipped on. women that are ovulating mean theyāre more likely to get pregnant. fuck. why is his brain latching onto that part? youāre his fuck buddy. this is simple. it is simple. itās perfectly reasonableācompletely normal, evenāfor him to get turned on thinking about how much you cling to him, how much you crave him, how much you need him, how your body reacts to him like this. that doesnāt mean he wants to get youā
absolutely the fuck not.
but stillā¦fucking women. youāre insane. his brain is short circuiting while youāre coming undone on his lap, in a hot tub, in the middle of a packed party.
and the way youāre panting, your breasts pushed together as you keep a hand on his lower abs, pussy spasming as your orgasm rocks through you, has something low and satisfied settling in your fuck buddyās chest. his hand slides up your back again, slower this time, more deliberate.
āyeahā¦ā he murmurs, almost to himself, thumb pressing lightly into your side as your breathing tries to steady. āthatās what i thought.ā
his lips ghost over you.
then he feels itā¦the eyes.
his dark gaze flicks up. meeting the dilated blue and black ones, along with the others in the crowd. they all saw, didnāt they. witnessed something that had his jaw tightening and his pupils returning to their size.
āfuck me,ā you pant quietly, arms lazily coming back to his shoulders coming down from your climax. you kiss him deeply, unaware of the mess youāre causing inside his brain. āIāve heard people say hot tubās make you orgasm better,ā you lick his tongue, ābecause of the hot water.ā
his grip tightens around you, eyes open and staring past you at the people eyeing the arch in your back as you make out with him like you didnāt just hump yourself to an orgasm in public.
ādo you wanna cum too ryo?ā your mischievous smile wouldāve made any man buckle, but sukuna wasnāt any man. and he sure as shit isnāt a fucking cuck.
āno.ā
his sudden tone shift had you pulling back, wet hand touching his damp cheek. sukunaās thick brows were pulled tightly, clearly angry, at what? youāre not sure. but youāre too lax to think much of it as you squish his cheeks between your fingers. his tatted arm possessively hugged you, eyes briefly leaving the not so subtle audience behind you, to meet your glass eyes.
āyou mad I came before you?ā you tease, head tilting in mockery. cute. āitās okay, Iāll make ya cum,ā you whisper, smile gracing those sinful lips of yours. āIāll let you choose tooā¦ā
fuck, youāre insane.
āā¦my handsā¦my lipsā¦.or my tight, pretty pussyā¦.ā
you shrug biting your lip, batting your pretty lashes at him. āyou always call it that. Iām just using your vocabulary, mister suhā¦kuā¦nuh.ā
that was his final straw, because in a blink of an eye, sukunaās tucking himself and pushing off the tubās seat, standing up. water cascades down the sharp planes of his abs, his swim trunks clinging low on his hipsāleaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
and people notice.
of course they do.
your jaw drops for half a second, eyes going wide before heat floods your face so fast it burns. you shoot up right after him, fist clenching at your side, brows pinching tight. āwhatāre you doing?ā
āweāre going upstairs,ā he says simply, like there arenāt a million eyes on him, more specifically on his thick bulge. girls are openly staring now, not even trying to hide it as their gazes drag over him, over the obvious outline pressing against his trunks.
your stomach twists. uncomfortable. sharp. ugly. you donāt name it. you wonāt name it because itās stupid. you have no claim, no say, no right to feel any type of way about who looks at him or how they look at it. but still, your jaw tightens because the way theyāre staring is making your blood boil and itās like theyāre in on something theyāre not supposed to be. theyāre looking at something that has nothing to do with them and everything to do with you. just you.
your eyes flick back to him, to the way the water trails down his body, down the dark wet hairs of his happy trail. the way he stands there like he doesnāt give a single fuck about the attention. and it only makes it worse. he looks like heās been carved out of stone. something untouchable. and everyoneās fucking touching him with their eyes.
your lips press into a thin line, pulse uneven, heat sitting low in your stomach now for an entirely different reason as you step closer to him without even realizing it, hand settling on his stomach blocking the view from the onlookers. your fingers twitch. and you hateā¦hate how much it bothers you.
āyouāre hard,ā you huff, pushing him to step out of the tub, heart beating uncontrollably.
sukuna snorts, leaning down, āyeah no shit.ā
āpeople are staring,ā you grit.
your pulse stops. the air shifting around you, then you feel it. sukunaās eyes bore into you, as his palm cups the side of your neck. your lips part in confusion when his gruff voice cuts.
ātheyāve been staring.ā the muscles on his jaw flex, pupils moving over your face as his gaze drops to your body. āthey allā¦ā his words trail off. he canāt say itā¦he canāt tell you they all fucking saw you cum, or the way your entire form looked like something straight out of every guys wet fantasy. all because of that unspoken tug that twists in his chest as you look up at him.
his head tips back in defeat.
unaware of the turmoil, you continue pushing him back, glancing briefly over your shoulder to see a few eyes not on the party but staring at sukuna.
ācan you walk faster,ā you mutter.
sukuna suddenly grabs your wrist after another push backwards, almost making him trip. his grip is firm and fast, yanking you back toward him before you can take another step, your body colliding lightly into his chest. water still drips from both of you, heat clashing with the cool night air as he steadies himself, jaw tightening for a second.
āwatch it,ā he mutters, low, though thereās no real bite to it. if anything, thereās something else there. his hand doesnāt leave your wrist. instead, it slides up, fingers curling tighter as he pulls you closer. closer. until thereās barely any space left between you. you barely get a word out before he leans down and kisses you.
hard.
itās sudden. messy. all teeth and heat, like heās cutting off whatever rush of thoughts were building in your head. your hands come up instinctively, gripping into his shoulders as he angles you just right, one hand now firm at your waist to keep you there. your lips part, immediately tasting his skilled tongue.
and around you, the party doesnāt stop. it never does when itās grown this chaotic. but there are pockets, small ones, where people notice. gojo, still leaning back against the hot tubās edge, lets out a low laugh. āzero awareness,ā he mutters, clearly entertained. geto just shakes his head, amused, watching the scene unfold like itās expected. neither of them have the energy tonight to call their friend out, but theyāll be sure to give him shit tomorrow.
but off to the side, a couple girls lean into each other, whispering behind their solo cups, eyes flicking between sukuna and the very obvious situation heās not bothering to hide. further back, a few of the same guys from earlier in the pool linger, their stares a little too heavy, a little too interested, but sukuna doesnāt register it.
heās too focused on you. too focused on the way you kiss him back just as hard. how youāre still letting out those fucking whines and moans into his hot mouth. too focused on how quickly you fold into him like heās the oxygen keeping you alive. to him, this urgency and impatience, just reads as one thing. you want him so bad.
he pulls back just enough to breathe, lips still brushing yours, his gaze dropping to your face, slightly dazed, flushed, and lips parted from the kiss.
āā¦yeah,ā he exhales, almost amused, thumb pressing into your waist like heās grounding himself. āyou taste so good.ā
your fingers tighten around his bicep, the other around his shoulder, breath uneven as you blink up at him, still catching up.
ācan weāā you swallow, then try again, quieter but more urgent, ācan we go upstairs now?ā
thereās a beat. then his hand slides down to yours again, grip tightening as he turns, already moving toward the house without another wordāpulling you with him. he pushes straight through the noise that follows inside, the lights, the bodies still dancing in the kitchen like nothing. all the way up to his room, and immediately kicking the door shut.
and within a blink of an eye, your tongue is lolling out as sukuna sits behind you, fingers digging into your ass and face buried from behind.
āfuhāfuck yeah,ā you drawl, lips wet at the feel of sukunaās tongue dragging inside your pussy, lapping up and toying with your rim before going back to suck your slick juices. ācāmon ry, haahā¦ā youāre pushing his head back, so you can sit up. you move to tug his wet trunks off, crawling onto his lap once he discards them. unbothered by the tick in his jaw at your stubbornness, because in seconds, your head is tossed back, and your back is arching as you sink down on the nine thick fat inches. āaā¦.ahāā
your lashes flutter, eyes rolling back at the unbelievable stretch. your pussy swallowing every inch like the slut he loves.
āthere ya go,ā he praises, fingers digging into your ass as you stare at his lips. his sharp teeth sink into his bottom lip as your slick lubricates his cock. your pussy a generous fountain as you roll your hips, letting his cock stuff deep inside you. ātake this fuckinā cock like a good bitch.ā
āryā¦haahā¦ā youāre moaning in choked gasps, drool peaking at the corner of your lips as you finally sit back on his thighs.
the manās pupils dilate as you stroke your lower stomach, feeling the bulge as you bat your lashes up at him. āyouāre inside me now, ryo.ā
fuck you. seriously.
his brain short circuits in seconds. and now all he sees is you.
his body reacts like a dog with his master. obeying your needs like heās wired to do that. and heās not complaining. his hand falls on your ass, beefy thighs spreading, as he meets your bounces with rough snaps of his hips. your ass claps against his thighs with each bounce, gasps piercing the air as he fucks up into you with full force. and you let him.
ālook like a fuckinā porn star on top of me,ā he grunts, swallowing a moan when you clamp around him, finger tugging on the knot around your neck letting your bikini finally fall off, freeing your gorgeous tits. āfucking bratāā
his tongue falls out, licking your tit that bounces in his face, lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking desperately. and heās not nice about it. because now he knows. he knows youāll let him. knows when youāre ovulating youāll let him be a little harder, meaner, because it feels good. it feels good to feel his teeth bite down on your nipple possessively. it feels good when he spanks your ass for the nth time until your eyes are rimmed red and flooding with tears.
it feels good to have him obsessed with you, because all youāre begging for isā¦
ācuāuhācum.ā
an electric current runs down his spine, jaw clenching and head tipping back, flooding your tight pussy with his thick load.
āshitānghhh fuuuckāfuck baby,ā heās gripping your hips as you press against his stomach, rocking on his cock. he doesnāt fully realize his back is laying against the bed. not when youāre milking his cock like heās some fucking cowā¦and yetā¦ āshit keep goin, babyāyeah ya want m-Mmm shit.ā
āfeel so good ryo.ā you shake your ass, feeling his cock twitch inside you when his arm wraps around you, tugging you down to his chest.
āyou can keep going?ā
you smile, hand touching his cheek, as your tongue strokes his bottom lip. āyeah.ā you sigh, whining so softly he wouldāve missed it. and you continue like that, kissing him over and over, sighing and calling his name as he pulls out, his fingers push inside your pussy from behind.
āyār killing me with this tight pretty pussy,ā he coos, sending a wave of heat through your veins.
you mewl against his lips, earning a mean spank to your ass, just for his middle and ring finger to slip back inside you. and he does that for god knows how long, until you finally spasm around his digits. heās then flipping you over, easily getting on top.
ākeep em open cmon.ā his low voice has your pussy pulsing, pushing his previous load out right in front of his eyes. he must know his voiceās affects on you.
you hold your legs open, bottom lip between your teeth as you watch sukuna stroke his member over you. the room smells of chlorine, you, and him. ātheere we go,ā he groans, palm pressing against your knee as he kneels closer to your open legs, dilated pupils staring at the mess between your legs as he slaps his hard cock on your puffy pussy. āwhat a dirty fuckinā girl,ā he drags his cock between your slippery folds, exhaling through his nose when his engorged tip catches your sore clit.
āryoomen,ā you call softly, like you havenāt been all over him these last two days.
he snorts, āwhat happened to mister sukuna? donāt tell me youā forgot how you humped yourself to an orgasm in the poolāā
āhot tub.ā
āmy bad,ā he remarks sarcastically, tip pushing inside then pulling out again, teasing. āstill rubbed this pussy raw, look,ā he slaps his cock again, thumb rubbing your little bundle of nerves making you let go of your legsā āahākeep em open.ā he spanks the inside of your thigh. ādirty girls need to be taught a lesson.ā
āplease,ā you scoff, sitting up on your elbows, āyou were literally slapping everyone around with your hard dick.ā
sukuna barks out a laugh. āmy dickās that big?ā
you glance down at him, then back up. āI wasnāt being dirty. you were dirty too.ā
āme?ā heās baffled, youāve been throwing yourself at him all night!
you raise a brow at him, relaxing back on the pillows pressed against the headboard, eyeing him. āyou never took your hands off me.ā
sukuna scoffs, āas if, you latched onto me on the pool.ā
āthen i went to hime to wash my mouth out, and youāā you point at him with emphasis, ācame swimming to me, touching me, stroking my thigh, my back.ā your brow quirks again, and sukuna goes mute. his jaw ticks, glancing over your face as your calf subtly hooks over his thigh, stroking up as your hands lay on your stomach, waiting.
āyouā¦ā he licks the back of his teeth, sharp eyes threatening, butā¦ āso what if I had my hands on you?ā oh, he admits it. your cheeks sting, wetting your lip as you shrug.
āwell,ā you tilt your head again, slightly embarrassed now, glancing down at his inked chest. ālikeā¦you canāt blame me for getting turned on then.ā
ābecause Iām touching you?ā
you nod.
ālike this,ā his palm trails from your knee, slowly up your thigh. the warmth of his skin feels burns a trail up your body.
you nod.
his hand reaches your waist, eyes boring into yours. his cock throbbing at this point, he can feel the slick of your arousal costing his cock as it rests against your pussy.
turning to some light foreplay after just fucking you was messing with his headā¦becauseā¦.it feels so good.
āwhat about when Iām touching your waist,ā his thumb strokes the soft skin. āitās not your ass.ā
your breath is uneven. your heart beats against your rib cage. āstill,ā you exhale.
āstill turns you on?ā he clarifies, catching the way your lips part, breathless just by the way heās flirting with you. his cock twitchesā¦youāre gorgeous.
you nod.
his free hand caresses your hips, moving it up your body in feather-like-caresses. his other arm is pressed beside you, keeping himself up as he watches your arms lay bent on the bed. his hand lightly brushes the side of your breast before trailing over your collarbone. āstill?ā
you nod, wetting your bottom lip, blown pupils maintaining eye contact.
his thumb caresses your collarbone, eyes flicking between your eyes and the way your chest is rising and falling in uneven breaths. āhow about now?ā his palm glides over your bicep, then down your arm, before threading his fingers with yours.
you squeeze his hand, eyes unable to tear away from his, cheeks hot. his face inches closer to yours, exhaling against your lips. āI think youāve jusā proved how horny youāve been these past few days.ā
your breath stutters, angling your chin up, āobviously,ā you mutter against his lips. āIām pretty sure Iām ovulating.ā
something dark and electric flashes through his eyes. a low exhale leaves him, almost a laugh, but thereās no humor in it, just heat, thick and immediate. his grip on your hand tightens to the point it almost borders on rough.
āyeah?ā he murmurs, voice dropping, rougher now, like itās scraping out of his throat. his forehead nudges against yours for a second, grounding himself, but it doesnāt work. if anything, it makes it worse. ātell me you want me to stuff you then.ā
āI want you to stuff me, ryo,ā you repeat, breathless as his jaw slacks finally rocking his hips into yours, slick cock massaging your folds. āwith your cockā¦your cumā¦.ā
ākeep going,ā he husks.
your free hand trails up his bicep, the other still holding his hand like an anchor. āI want you to fuck me. hard. use me. cum in me.ā
āah fuckāā he slips his hand between your bodies, pushing his cock down and snapping his hips into yours, sheathing his entire length inside. your jaw drops, broken cry slipping out. āyā really know how to make a man fucking hard.ā
your lips are glossed with spit as he presses his lips against yours. he swallows your moans, snapping his hips with a mean hard thrust, picking up a brutal pace without warning.
and you love it.
the base downstairs shakes the bedroom walls, the laughing and chatter outside is nothing compared to the way youāre panting and crying in his ear. the lights flickering from the pools strobe lights, only serve to illuminate your flushed face as you cum.
āfuck, you still want more,ā heās already kissing you again, and again. spit mixing together against your tongues as he pulls away. he pants over your face, his cheeks flushed pink and his cock rubbed raw. āfuck gunna cumā¦ngh yeah fuck fuckāā he pistons his cock inside your poor cunt, dilated pupils zeroing on the mess thatās gushing from you. his chuckle is broken with his groan as he fucks you through it all. ākeep squirting baby, it wonāt make me stop.ā
and he doesnāt. his thrusts are rough. engorged tip bruising your cervix with every snap of his sharp fit hips. heās harder than usual, and even as youāre gasping, back of your hand raised to your mouth, pussy spasming as sukuna slams his body weight into each thrust ā you donāt push him away.
āgunna cumā¦shiit, shit itās comingāā his voice breaks, and it feels like a damn crashing. his cock pulses inside you, squirting buckets inside your poor cunt. āhaah fuhāā his abs flex, body weight dropping on top of you, hugging you tight as he rocks his hips into lazy harsh humps, burying himself deep inside you, youāre sliding against the mattress. the rasp in his throat has you holding onto him tight, unbothered by how unbelievably heavy he is on top of your smaller body.
and sukuna stays like that. face buried in your neck, arms clutching onto you, and brain fried.
āyou also smell sweeter,ā he mutters. āwhen youāre ovulating.ā
āI donāt. youāre just a freak.ā
he buries his nose deeper in your neck, inhaling sharply. āhaah fuck, nah you definitely smell good.ā
your brain short circuits, cheeks flooding hot as you wiggle underneath him. āyou canātāā
āyou humped me in the hot tub.ā
your brows scrunch together. āso?ā
he licks your neck, āthen you canāt blame me for still being turned on by you.ā he licks a strip up to your ear, a tingle runs down to your pussy, squeezing around him.
he smirks.
of course he does. and why wouldnāt he? youāre already nudging him to your lips, kissing him again, like you arenāt stuffed with loads of his cum.
āyouāre cute,ā he mutters between kisses, and even if that makes your stomach flip, your face burn, and your heart skip a beatā¦you donāt comment on it. you donāt address it. and you sure as shit donāt think about it.
and the simple answer is, heās kissing you right now and thatās all you want to think about it.
more frat!kuna here
a/n: Iām blaming the grammar errors on you guys for the rush (I also hate proof reading). but I hope u guys enjoyed it. believe me when I say, I was not expecting it to be that freaking long, I just really wanted to write sukuna and reader kinda skinny dipping, without losing their dynamic or doing something super uncharacteristic, so I dragged out the plot. but still I hope u guys liked it!
and thank you for the wait. I really put most of my free time into this so I canāt tell u when Iāll finish the next chapter of the series, so bare with me for another possible week of agony :ā(
pt: dad!katsuki, mom!reader, mention of KiriMina having a kid, married!katsukixreader, their both old ash lol, their kids being troublemakers ofc
Growing up, Katsuki never really imagined himself having kids. He never saw himself with a woman to begin with.
Not even when he was a child, seeing you in the sandbox for the first time, your pigtails moving in the wind as you held worms in your hand, looking at them as if they were some sort of prize.
You were so weird back then.
Not even when you ran up to him, asking him and Deku if they could play heroes with you, he agreed, as long as he got to be the leader of course.
Not even when you two grew closer as you got older, more specifically when he found out you were also getting into U.A.
Especially not when he saw you also getting closer to Deku, even if he noticed his stupid little crush towards pink cheeks. Katsuki knew he was being delusional.
Even at 39 years old, heād stare at you as youād sleep, his large arms wrapped around your small frame, wondering howād heād gotten so blessed with someone like you and the ākidsā, despite all the harsh things he had said and done.
He remembered the first time youād both found out you were pregnant with Mazu, his little girl, his first born, his hope, how his future constantly replayed in his head second by second, too scared to show his excitement but too excited to show his fear.
Then Kouki, his son, his absolute replica, his honor. He was born two years after Mazu, so by know Katsuki had known all the thought he could about parenthood, and if he didnāt he knew you did. You loved being a mother, that much was obvious.
He tries his best to protect his kids, ever since they were born their lives had played a major part in Katsukiās passion in being a hero. To protect them.
Although he knew he wouldnāt always be there to protect them, it still made his heart jump sometimes to think how much they look up to him.
Imagine all the fright and excitement he felt when 6 year old Mazu, baby teeth still in her mouth, looked up at Katsuki with his same crimson eyes, decided one day that she wanted to be a Pro-Hero, just like her daddy.
He melted at the thought of Mazu looking up to him that much, but in the other hand Katsuki didnāt want Mazu to grow up with the downsides. He couldnāt imagine his baby girl potentially getting hurt, fighting wars like he did, he didnāt even want to go further into it.
So imagine the fear he felt when you got a random FaceTime from 15 year old Kouki, whoās nearly never on his phone, that his big sister suddenly went missing.
He had explained to you and Katsuki(you immediately came over when you hear Koukiās voice) that Mazu didnāt show up outside the gates of U.A., since theyād occasionally walk home together when she wasnāt too busy training.
Kouki had suddenly gotten worried, since it wasnāt like Mazu to suddenly disappear. Sheād always text either of you all her plans and whereās sheās going.
He tried calling her phone 10 times and it went straight to voicemail, tried checking her location, even asked Aizawa-Senpai and Uncle Midoriya if theyāve seen her. Nothing.
āDad, calm down. Her phones probably dead or sumāthn.ā Koukiās screen was pitch black and Katsuki could hear shuffling in the background.
Katsuki passed the phone to you in a rush, getting up from the couch to look for his car keys.
āDad? Mom is he coming over here?ā
āYes. Have you found anything?ā Your leg was bouncing as you waited impatiently, trying to keep calm as you heard keys jingling, the door suddenly creaking open and slamming behind you.
āI donāt think soāoh I see Yuuto!ā You heard Koukiās voice suddenly shouting, and you had to turn the volume down a little.
The image of your dear friends Mina and Kirishimaās eldest son popped into view, his spiky pink hair taking up majority of the screen.
āHey Aunt y/n!ā You heard him shout, it sounded like he had just got done running, he mustāve been looking for Mazu too.
āHey Yuuto, have you seen Mazu anywhere today?ā
āNo, she didnāt show up to any of her classes, I asked my sister too, she hasnāt seen her either.ā
Hm.
Yuuto mentioned that his father was on patrol with Uncle Kaminari, so heād text him and let her know if theyāve seen her.
After saying their goodbyes, Kouki mentioned that Katsuki was outside to pick him up, and hung up in a rush.
Sighing, you switched to your messages with Katsuki and updated him with the news, then set your phone down on the coffee table.
āDad, youāre scaring me.ā
After picking up Kouki, Katsuki immediately drove off, his mood for today soured. He didnāt even want to think about all the possibilities of Mazuās disappearance, let alone why.
āWhere are we going? Are we going home?ā
Katsuki let out a loud huff. Much like you, Kouki never stopped talking. Any other time heād listen, but now was not that time.
āWhy wasnāt your sister at school?ā He spat out, his eyes darting to Kouki in the passenger seat for a split second.
Koukiās hand shot up to his spiky blonde hair, his hand scratching at his head as his e/c eyes darted between Katsuki and the window.
Katsuki just knew he was gonna tell a damn lie.
āShe wasnāt at school?ā Kouki murmured.
āDonāt even let any bullshit come out of your mouth, Kouki.ā
āShe told me she was gonna be back at two oāclock!ā
Kouki yelped as the car came to a sudden halt, his head nearly coming off his shoulders as he flew forward. āHey!ā
āWhere is she.ā
āCan you justāā
Kouki was cut off by a sudden ring in his back pocket, he silently thanked the lord for this distraction as he dug through his pocket to get his phone.
āItās Maāā
Katsuki snatched the phone from his hands to see an incoming FaceTime from none other than Mazu.
He was going to kill this girl.
His thumb smashed the green button before a pouting face nearly identical to his popped up on the screen, her blonde h/t hair was all the over the place, and she looked exhausted.
The sight wouldāve made him soften if it wasnāt for the fact that he was so fucking angry.
Needless to say he could tell she wasnāt expecting to see her fatherās angry face by the way she immediately frowned.
He heard her clear her throat on the other end of the line. āWhereās Kouki?.ā
āDONāT āWHERES KOUKIā ME! WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!ā
āI was training.ā
āSHOW ME!ā
He watched her roll her red eyes and sigh dramatically before the camera angled toward her arms, they were scratched up, more than they should be for just ātrainingā.
He couldnāt be convinced just yet.
āSend me your fucking location.ā
He hung up the phone just as Mazu started whining about wanting to walk home herself and tossed the phone back to Koukiās direction, immediately starting the car back up.
āCan weāā
āNO.ā
These kids were gonna give him gray hairs.
a/n: I need to get better at writing lol, but ts lowk peakš„¹ should I make this a series?
In which two people find their way back to one another.
TROPE: friends to enemies? to lovers
COUPLE: female reader (use of y/n) x katsuki bakugou
WARNING: characters may me ooc, please by kind this is my first fic
BACKGROUND: For as long as he could remember, Y/N was always in Bakugouās orbit, her innocent admiration serving as silent fuel heād never admit to needing. Much like Deku, she trailed him, driven by a childish devotion he once tolerated. But as Bakugou grew, he replaced that tolerance with hostility, finding her sunny nature displeasing. When she vanished at thirteen, forced away by her family, his confusing guilt turned into a deeper, bitter resentment. Five years later, their reunion at the school they once dreamed of attending together is a harsh reality, entirely removed from the innocent fantasy of their childhood.
OCs:
Y/N L/N
quirk: chaos magic
she basically has the power of wanda maximoff but before wandavison and sheās not super overpowered (I was too lazy to find a better quirk)
AVANNI TANAKA
quirk: bubble
very similar to gentles quirk, she had the ability to manipulate bubbles and create them however she wants, like a staircase, weapons, etc.
ZULA TSUTSUMI
quirk: force field
can create a force field around what ever she wishes including her body
RUMI TANAKA
quirk: spider
heās basically just spiderman
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00. šššš ššš š šššš ā katsuki bakugou. āiād do it again and again if it meant i found you each time.ā
every now and then, you swear off men. and then, sometimes, when you get a little bored, you re-download all of your dating apps.
friday night, when you find yourself swiping mindlessly through poorly made accounts, you stumble upon the holy grail: fully clothed in each picture, literate responses to the prompts, a nice smileāyou sit up straight and swipe right.
ššØš§ššš§š. a hybrid traditional / smau fic. pro-hero! katsuki x civilian! reader. beware of the following when approaching a new chapter: profanity & sarcasm, alcohol & drug usage, angst, suicide jokes, possible ooc. irregular update schedule. taglist is open - comment or send an ask to be added.
babydaddy!katsuki whoās always in your business. Doesnāt matter when or where, if he sees you in something nice he always assumes youāre going out with another man.
babydaddy!katsuki who has your name tattooed right on his chest. He got it in college, and has never gotten rid of it. You never got rid of yours either.
babydaddy!katsuki whoās more strict with yāallās daughter than son, even though sheās older, doesnāt even wanna imagine her with boyfriend.
babydaddy!katsuki who keeps his small beard maintained because he knows you love it, heās even caught you staring a few times.
babydaddy!katsuki whoās gotten even bigger since U.A., even at 39 years old. He claims he doesnāt want a ādad bodā.
babydaddy!katsuki who always somehow is getting into your house. Youāve walked out the bathroom one night to see him in your kitchen, to which youāve screeched and hit him on the chest as you scolded him. Of course it didnāt faze him, he just chuckled as his eyes roamed over your body.
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Katsuki Bakugo x Reader
summary: Being the No. 6 Hero means smiling for cameras, signing autographs, and pretending you donāt mind how little of yourself belongs to you in public anymore. Bakugo sees straight through that act. And once he gets you alone, he makes it very clear exactly where the line is.
warnings/themes: Reader Insert, Pro Hero!Bakugo, Pro Hero!Reader, Possessive Behaviour, Protectiveness, Vaginal Sex, Fingerfucking, Creampie, Sex in a Car, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Sexual Overstimulation, Secret Relationship, Dirty Talk, Light Angst, Panic Attacks, Hero Worship, Established Relationships, Anger, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant.
The car is right there. You can see the glossy black door waiting beyond the barricades, the suited driver standing by it with the kind of stiff posture that says he has been told not to react to anything short of a missile. It is maybe twenty feet away. Twenty feet and an entire wall of people.
Camera flashes keep firing in your face. Somebody on your left is calling your hero name in a voice that turns shrill on the last syllable. Another fan has shoved a programme booklet over the barrier and is pleading for an autograph. There is perfume in the air, hairspray, somebodyās takeout coffee, the expensive powdery smell still clinging to your gala clothes after three straight hours of smiles and handshakes inside the ballroom.
You sign the booklet. You smile for a selfie. You tell yourself you can do ten more seconds of this, then five, then just enough to reach the car.
It would almost be easier if it were hostility. Easier if anyone here were actually trying to hurt you. But they are thrilled, pink-cheeked and bright-eyed, leaning over the barriers to get a little closer to No. 6. They are only excited. They are only loud. They are only grabbing for your attention because they think it costs nothing for you to keep giving it.
Being the No. 6 Hero means you donāt get to belong to yourself in public anymore. You belong to the lenses, to the fans screaming your name, and to the reporters shoving recorders toward your face like bayonets. You are far newer to this part than Bakugo is. He was famous before he even settled into the Top Ten. People have been fawning over him since he was a teenager with a temper problem and a habit of destroying training grounds. You are still trying to get used to what it means when your face starts showing up on giant screens outside train stations, when magazines write two-page articles about why you were smiling at a restaurant, when strangers speak to you as though they know you just because they once saw you bleeding on the evening news.
"Donāt stop moving," he mutters. His words arenāt for the crowd. Theyāre for you, vibration-low and edged with a warning he hasnāt vocalised yet.
A hand brushes your bare shoulder. Another catches the edge of your sleeve.
You keep that smile going. Until your cheeks hurt.
Somebody asks if the dress is custom, and you laugh politely, even though you barely hear yourself over the noise. The gown had seemed a good idea under the hotel lights: sleek, fitted, dark enough to flatter, slit high enough that your stylist declared it bold without being slutty. Out here, right now, it feels like borrowed skin. Your heels are biting. Your earrings feel too heavy. Every inch of you still needs to stay available for photographs.
You keep stepping sideways. The driver catches the movement and opens the rear door another few inches.
Youāre so close.
"Please, just one more!" A girl squeals, holding up a phone with a case covered in tiny glitter stars. "You and Dynamight are seriously my favourite hero duo."
You pose again because saying no to that face would make you feel monstrous. The photo takes too long. She squeaks so hard you think it might crack glass.
A second phone appears. Then a third.
Security is trying to keep the line from collapsing, but the crowd is swelling now that more people have spilled out from the gala exit. Somebody shouts Bakugoās hero name from somewhere behind you, and the whole pack jolts like a flock changing direction at once.
You turn your head on instinct, and that is when it happens.
A man in a suit leans over the barrier, grinning so hard it pushes his cheeks flat. "Hey, waitājust sign thisā" His fingers close around your forearm before you can step away, not painful at first, just abrupt, a strangerās hand hot on your skin. "Please, my daughterās a huge fan."
Your breath catches.
There is no room to move. Bodies press in from both sides, close enough that the air itself grows hotter. More voices pile on top of each other. A biro nudges against your wrist. Someone else shouts your hero name right near your ear and it scrapes over your nerves like sandpaper.
You should say something.
You should pull your arm back and tell him not to touch you.
YouĀ should.
Instead, you get stuck there with that sweaty grip on you and every instinct you have splitting a thousand different ways: hero training telling you not to escalate, public image telling you not to make a face, your own body quietly screaming at you to get out.
The noise goes thin and sharp.
You hear yourself say, "Sorryājust a secondā"
The hand tightens. Heās not being cruel, just insistent, as though he assumes youāll understand.
A shadow cuts across the flashes.
Then there is a shoulder in front of you, broad and black-suited and familiar, forcing a wedge of space where there wasnāt any before. Bakugo moves like somebody kicking through a door. One second, you are trapped behind a line of eager faces, and the next, heās there, driving the crowd back with the sheer violence of his presence.
"Back off," he snaps.
He doesnāt shout. He doesnāt need to.
Some people start to recoil on reflex. A woman with a camera stumbles back into somebody else. Security finally gets their heads out of their asses and starts pushing the front row behind the flimsy barrier again.
Bakugoās eyes drop to your arm. The man is still holding you.
Bakugo goes very still.
The sound that leaves him doesnāt qualify as a word. It sits lower than that, a rough vibration torn straight from his chest that travels up through his teeth, ugly enough that the people nearest him flinch before their brains catch up. Even the guy gripping you finally seems to register that he has made some catastrophic mistake. His smile vanishes.
Bakugo steps in close enough that the man has to crane his neck to keep eye contact.
"Take your damn hand off her," he says.
There is nothing theatrical in it. Bakugo doesnāt bother with polished hero optics or that fixed public smile. He just delivers it flat, jaw locked tight enough for the muscle near his ear to twitch.
The man lets go immediately, his face draining of colour. "IāI was just asking forā"
"The hell do you think this is?" Bakugo cuts in, every word crisp as broken glass. "A petting zoo?"
Nobody laughs.
The man recoils, mutters an apology to absolutely no one in particular, and vanishes into the crowd with the rest of them backing off in a messy wave. Fans who were still holding out posters lower them. A teenager who had been shouting your name now looks as if she wants to melt through the pavement.
You are free.
Bakugo turns to you so sharply the tails of his black jacket swing. He looks expensive tonight against his will: fitted dark suit, shirt collar open because there is no force on earth that could keep him in a tie, blond hair combed into something that had probably looked presentable half an hour ago and now sits wild again from how often he has shoved his hand through it.
His gaze races over your face, your arm, your stance.
"You okay?" It comes out harsher than the question deserves, but you know him well enough to hear what sits underneath it.
You nod too quickly. "Yeah.Ā Justācrowded."
His mouth flattens.
He plants a hand at the small of your back, firm and hot even through your dress, and steers you toward the waiting car. There are still people calling your names, still flashes popping from the curb, and security are trying to recover whatever professional dignity they had five minutes ago. Bakugo ignores all of it. He keeps himself half a step behind you and to the side, all hostility and threat display, making it obvious to anyone with a functioning set of eyes that they are not getting near you again tonight.
The driver shuts the door the second you duck inside, and silence drops like a curtain.
The city is still out there, camera clicks and engines and distant shouts muffled by the thick glass, but compared to the pavement outside it feels unreal. Cold air from the AC brushes your overheated skin. The leather seat beneath you is cool and smells clean, expensive, faintly sweet in a way you canāt place. Your own reflection looks back at you from the tinted window: lipstick smudged at one corner, hair coming loose, eyes wider than you expected.
Bakugo gets in after you and slams the opposite door with enough force to rattle the frame.
"Drive," he tells the driver.
Then he reaches up and drags the privacy partition closed with a hard shove. The panel slides into place, turning the front half of the car into another world.
For a second, all he does is sit there, knees spread, chest rising too fast, one hand braced on the seat. The city lights slip over the scar on his cheek and the line of his throat. You have seen him angry more times than you can count. This isnāt that. Anger is usually louder. Easier. This feels like he swallowed a live wire, and itās still sparking inside him.
You lean your head back against the seat and let the cold air hit your face. "Katsukiāthey didnāt know."
His eyes snap to yours. "What?"
"We havenāt gone public, remember? That was your call." Your voice sounds rougher than you wanted. "He wasnāt trying to be an asshole. None of them were."
Bakugo stares at you as though thatās the dumbest thing he has ever heard in his life.
"I donāt care if they knew."
He scrubs a hand over his mouth, then points at your arm. Faint pink fingerprints still bloom where the man grabbed you.
"That bastard had his hands on you."
"IāmĀ fine."
"Quit saying that."
The words crack across the little space between you. You blink.
He leans forward, elbows on his knees now, glaring at the floor for half a second before looking back up. "Donāt give me that crap. You were standinā there with that fake-ass smile like I wouldnāt notice something was off."
Embarrassment stings hot behind your ribs because the worst part is that heās right. You kept playing nice because that is what a rising hero is supposed to do when cameras are rolling, and nobody has technically done anything wrong.
"I was handling it." You mutter.
"Like hell you were."
His voice drops lower on the last word. His fingers drum once against his thigh, then stop. He notices you noticing. Annoyance flashes across his face at the betrayal of his own body.
You shift closer across the seat before you can think better of it. "Katsukiā"
He catches your wrist and hauls you the rest of the way.
The kiss lands hard enough to jar your teeth. Not messy or careless, but hungry in a way that feels halfway to violence. His hand slides around the back of your neck, holding you there while his mouth works over yours like heās starving and furious about it. You open for him with a sound you donāt mean to make. He takes the invitation instantly, tongue pushing deep past your teeth, breath hot, as if kissing you is finally letting something out.
Your hand fists in his jacket.
He breaks the kiss just enough to get words out. "The hell were you doing, just standing there while they grabbed at you?"
Your pulse is still uneven from the crowd, from him, from the way he saw straight through you. "I didnāt letā"
He kisses you again before you finish, shorter this time, biting your bottom lip hard on the way out.
"They cornered you." Another kiss at the edge of your mouth. "And you were still playing the nice hero." His nose brushes yours as he speaks, voice frayed with restraint. "The hell did you expect me to do? Stop being a dumbass."
Something hot and shaky moves through you. The air-conditioning, the leather, the sealed dark of the car, the city sliding by outside while he crowds into your space smelling of expensive cologne and sweat and the faint bite of his nitroglycerin under the surfaceāit all tips together until you feel almost drunk on it.
You touch his face. "Well, Iām here now.Ā Safe."
His expression changes in a way that would be easy to miss if you didnāt know him so well. The anger doesnāt vanish, but it shifts. Gets swallowed by something more naked.
"Yeah," he says. "You are."
Then his hand is on your thigh, pushing the slit of your dress open until cool air hits the skin high above your knee. His thumb digs in once, hard enough to make your breath jump.
"Youāre still shaking," he mutters. "Cāmere."
You almost laugh because you are already practically in his lap, but he means something else. He guides you down across the back seat, one big hand at your waist, the other lifting your leg over his thigh. The leather gives a little under your shoulders, the hem of your dress rides up. The ceiling of the car suddenly feels low and intimate, the dark glass throwing back fractured glimpses of your gold earrings, pale skin, his broad frame bending over you.
"Katsukiā"
"Quiet."
Itās not impatience. Itās certainty.
His mouth finds your throat, then the underside of your jaw, rough but careful where it matters. One hand slips between your thighs and his thumb presses right against your underwear. Heat zips through you so fast it almost hurts. You jerk into him on instinct.
"Yeah, thought that might shut you up," he says against your skin, as if heās been waiting for your body to stop lying on your behalf.
His fingers hook the fabric aside. The first stroke over your clit has you biting back a cry so sharp it turns into a gasp. You are already wet. More than wet. Embarrassingly, desperately ready, your body caught between the residue of panic and the relief of having him here and the filthy thrill of being handled like this in the back of a moving car while the whole city outside has no idea.
He knows exactly how to use his hands. Katsuki Bakugo does not do anything badly, and you have benefited from that fact more than once. Two fingers slide through your slick, gathering it, then circling back to rub slow and firm where you need it most until your knees twitch.
"Couldnāt focus on a damn thing out there," he says, watching your face now instead of what his hand is doing. "Just wanted you in here."
You swallow. "I thoughtāahāyou were gonna kill someone."
"I was real damn close."
That would be funny if he were not pushing a finger inside you at the same time. Your head knocks back against the seat. He works you open steadily, thumb still grinding tight patterns over your clit, never giving you enough space to think. Your hips start chasing the pressure. The cool leather under your back and the cold air blowing across your overheated skin make every touch feel brighter, sharper.
"You do that crap every damn time, yāknow that?" He says. Another finger. A slight curl that finds the spot that makes your whole body seize. "Pisses me off."
A broken sound slips out of you.
"Thatās it." His forehead dips briefly to yours, voice dropping. "Drop the act. Iāve got you."
The words punch straight through whatever composure you had left. Your orgasm catches fast, built on too many things at once. Humiliation, relief, how closely he watches you, how good his hand feels, how the night has left you rubbed raw in all the places nobody else can see. It hits with your legs shaking and your mouth open against his shoulder, a helpless little rhythm jerking through you while his fingers keep going just long enough to drag every last pulse out.
You come down in pieces, thighs wet, breath snagging.
"Fuck," you whisper.
"Yeah."
He sits back just enough to yank his belt open. The metal clicks loud in the enclosed car. He shoves his trousers down far enough, fists himself once with a strained look crossing his face, then nudges your knees wider.
Youāre still oversensitive, still damp and trembling, dripping onto the black leather seat, and something about the way he looks at the mess of youāpleased, possessive, a little stunned by itāsends another rush of heat straight through your stomach.
He lines himself up and pushes in.
The stretch makes you gasp again. Youāre used to his size by now, but sinking back around him while youāre still soft from your release feels overwhelming anyway. A warning growl, quieter this time but no less mean, rumbles out of him as he holds there for half a beat, eyes shut, one hand planted by your head.
Then he moves.
The car is long enough that the ride stays mostly smooth, but every turn and every brake sends a different kind of sway through the seat beneath you. Bakugo uses it. He keeps one hand under your thigh, holding you open, and drives into you with deep, controlled thrusts that still feel edged with the same temper he carried in from the street.
"Look at this," he says, and the words come out focused. "Knew all that nice-girl crap would drop the second I got my cock in you."
You laugh weakly, and it breaks into a moan when he hits deeper. His mouth curves without mercy.
He leans down and kisses you again, shorter, dirtier, his hips never stopping. Your head is full of static now, body bouncing lightly against the seat, every push of him making your thoughts blur at the edges. Heās slick with sweat, and every so often, one of those little blasts kisses hot against the curve of your breasts.
"You know what pisses me off most?" He says against your mouth.
You can barely string words together. "What?"
"None of those extras out there know youāre mine." He thrusts harder, enough to drag a cry out of you. "Stand there screaming your name like they know a damn thing about you." Another snap of his hips. "None of āem know who gets you spread out and whining like this."
His words hit you somewhere deep and strange. You clench around him, and he curses, dropping his forehead to your shoulder for one second before lifting it again.
"You hear me?" His grip tightens at your thigh, enough to bruise. "They can look all they want. They can jerk off over interviews for all I care." Another hard slam of his hips. "ButĀ this?" He forces deep, pressing at your cervix, his voice low and vicious in your ear. "This is fucking mine."
Heat rolls through you in another wave. You are too wrung out to keep up with him, too full of him and the night and the lingering buzz of having almost gone under in that crowd, only for him to drag you back by force. Your eyes sting for a stupid second.
"Katsukiā"
He reaches between you and puts his thumb back on your clit. The sound you make is wrecked enough to earn a dark, satisfied look from him.
"Fuck," he growls. "You gonna make a mess again? Come on my cock."
You come again with less warning this time. So hard your heel slips on the seat. Bakugo catches your leg, drives in deep, and loses whatever control he had left. His rhythm goes feral. You can feel the exact moment he tips overāhis jaw clenching, the breath tearing out of him. He buries himself and stays there while he comes hard inside you, one hand clutching at your waist as if the force of it surprises even him.
Heās still shaking as a red light washes through the tinted glass and disappears. The air-conditioning hums on. Then he does something that would make half the country faint if they saw it: he carefully shifts your dress back over your hips and presses a kiss to the side of your knee before pulling away.
You stare at him.
"Donāt start." He grunts.
He fixes himself one-handed, then reaches into the console for the little folded packet of wipes the driver keeps stocked, because he has been briefed on exactly what sort of disasters occur in this car. Bakugo clicks his tongue at the sight of them but uses them anyway, cleaning between your thighs with brisk efficiency that turns gentle whenever you twitch. He wipes his own hands, then yours, for some reason that makes no practical sense and still nearly undoes you.
When he is finished, he gathers you up with surprising ease and shifts until your head is tucked under his chin and your legs are draped across his lap. The suit jacket comes off and lands over your shoulders.
You let yourself sink into him. His shirt is warm. His heartbeat has finally started slowing under your ear.
The aftermath in him is always strange to witness. The rage burns off and leaves this concentrated attentiveness behind. He smooths your hair back from your face, thumb brushing once across your lower lip.
"You okay?" he asks again. This time it sounds less of a demand and more something he has to know.
You nod. "Better."
"Hn."
A pause. Not awkward. Just him deciding how much he is willing to say.
"You scared me," he mutters at last, looking out at the dark glass. "Not because I thought you couldnāt take care of yourself. I know damn well you can. I just saw you getting stuck out there and knew what it was doing to you."
You go still.
His arm tightens around you. "I hate that shit."
"I know."
"No, you donāt." He clicks his tongue and looks down at you, his expression still fierce even now. "You matter too much for me to stand there while idiots act like buying a ticket means they get a piece of you."
The car turns. Light slides over the scar on his cheek again, the line of his mouth, the stubborn set of him. He is still holding your gaze like it owes him something.
Then he says, "Screw this. Iām done keeping us quiet."
You blink. "What?"
"Us." The word seems to annoy him on principle. "Iām done acting like youāre just my partner when every idiot with internet access already treats us like a package deal anyway."
You push up on one elbow. "Katsuki, the ratingsā"
"The ratings can choke."
You laugh before you mean to. He scowls like you have offended him and then, because he is who he is, keeps going.
"I know whatāll happen. I know dumbassesāll whine about professionalism and favouritism and whatever dumb garbage they can dig up." His hand settles flat on your back. Steady and certain. "I donāt care."
You search his face. "You really mean that?"
He gives you a look that clearly screams donāt insult me.
"Iām not letting a bunch of extras decide what I do with my life." His thumb presses once into your side, grounding both of you. "And Iām sure asĀ hellĀ not standing next to you in public anymore not getting to touch you."
Heat rises in your chest all over again, softer this time and somehow worse for it.
You tuck yourself back against him. "I like that idea..."
In return, you get the tiniest shift in his mouth. Not a smile. Something meanerāmore him and all private.
"Good." He looks smug about it for half a second. "Too bad if you didnāt."
By the time the car slows outside the private garage entrance to his building, you are drowsy from the comedown and the low thrum of the engine and the way his fingers keep combing through your hair without him seeming to realise he is doing it. The city can have its rankings and its flashbulbs and its screaming crowds for one more night.
In the dark back seat, held close under his jacket, you let yourself enjoy the first quiet moment you have had all evening.
Bakugo tips your chin up, brushes his mouth against yours in one more brief kiss, and says, with all the easy charm of a loaded weapon, "Next event, you stay where I can get to you before they do."
