sukuna was scary — many people on campus made sure to try not to cross paths with him. the face tattoos, the rough,deep voice and his pure hight and muscles attracted many girls while still scaring away half.
there was really no inbetween being inlove with him or hating him. not that he cared about that anyway. because since he laid his eyes on you for the first time something clicked in his brain — he wanted, no, needed you to be his.
to his surprise,you, the sweet, shy girl, weren't scard of him — the opposite, you always looked at him with this loving expression it made him feel strangely warm.
to many people it didn't make any sense how he got with a sweet girl like you. everytime someone asked you why in the hell you would choose someone like sukuna your eyebrows furrowed in confusion becuase, what's wrong with sukuna?
well, they probably wouldn't expect the king of fratboys to spend his day tasting the sweets you baked, or watching a badly written romance movie under a baby pink blanket.
" you made this for me?"
he was sound asleep when you decided to knock on his door an a saturday morning, still hungover from the night before. he was ready to lash out on the person who decided to wake him at this hour, quickly desregarding any anger he felt the moment he openend the door — seeing you stand there in a cute outfit, hair styled and a fresh batch of cookies in your hands.
you're looking up at him smiling, letting yourself in when he stands at the side to make space for you to come in. "yeah, i know you're always hungry after partying all night so i wanted you to have somethning fresh to eat!"
and bless your heart, you don't realise what you're doing to your boyfriend, his chest warming as he trails behind you back to his room, where you put the cookies down.
"do you have a headache? i can get you some painkillers if you need some." the way you'Re worrying makes him almost smile if he weren't so tired. he unexpectedly pulls you into a hug, burrying your head into his chest, his head ontop of yours inhaling the strawberry vanilla shampoo scent.
you let out a quiet surprised squeal, quickly adapting and trying, keyword trying, to wrap your arms around him. "are you alright babe?" voice muffled against his chest.
he lets out a huff, thightening his embrace before pulling back just enough to tilt your chin up to make you look at him with those adorable eyes he loves. "what did i do to deserve such a sweet girl like you hm?" his voice is sleepy, but full of honestly, like he seriously can't wrap his head around how he got you.
you blush, shying away from the eye contact. "i just made you something to eat it's nothing special." you mumble but he still hears you cleary.
"f'course it is." he doesn't explain further, dragging you back to bed with him, laying ontop of you. "let me sleep with you and after i'll eat your cookies." it's not a question, his arms trapping you under him, making it impossible to escape, and he's already snoozing off.
so yeah, you're confused when someone says sukuna couldn't possibly be nice enough for you because he's not just nice he's actually caring.
thinking about how good ushijima is at moving your hips for you after you get too tired to grind against his bulge yourself. he’ll make you come two times just like that
being a podcaster that constantly goes viral when people clip you getting passionate about something. going on a rant about how that basketball guy was a fucking idiot for cheating on your favourite rapper. another clip of you saying ingenium’s new suit just looks sooooo good on him. did anyone know he was that fine?
always talking about pop culture, the fun parts about hero news (usually just outfits and faces) and little tidbits about your life.
you end up on bakugou’s 10 minute instagram scroll. everything you said about that stupid loser basketball player is true. you cuss well, eloquent with it. he doesn’t agree with what you say about ingenium’s new suit. well, it’s only recently got better because he got in contact with bakugou’s suit designer. he thinks you’re cute when you go into detail about why the suits better. bakugou still disagrees though.
but what makes bakugou take a step further is when he gets a video of you, not crying but angry. you’re speaking into a mic from your bed, or maybe it’s a set? but a bed, nevertheless, white sheets pulled up under your chin with this low lamp lighting.
“also i think i’m swearing off dating. it was going perfect with one guy and then he breaks it off because he doesn’t want his business ending up on the podcast…. i haven’t even said anything about him!” you whine, “and now it just looks like i’m proving his point because i’m talking about it but i wouldn’t have if we were still dating.”
the text on the video screams, “YN SINGLE?!”
bakugou taps on your instagram. loads of clips from your podcast pops up. he finds the next video, the one after the last.
“well dms are open if any fine men are interested. when i say fine i mean fine. you also have to be able to keep up with me, handle a little joke,” you laugh.
and bakugou thinks about it for three days. watches more videos of you talking, your goofy opinions, your educated opinions, your real opinions. scrolls through your personal instagram too.
so he does it. he dms you on your instagram because he deems himself a fine man, he can handle a little joke and well, he likes you. a lot.
you’re funny and smart. articulate yourself well. very beautiful. hobbies on your instagram, full group of friends. well travelled and a homebody and social and he’s eager to know more.
@ dynamight: Are applications still open?
it’s fun, bakugou thinks. a good slide into your dms.
but you don’t reply for a week. he thinks he’s been completely ignored. clearly not interested in him and defo not your type. even though you’re both verified so you’ve definitely got the notification. bakugou takes it all on the chin. doesn’t mention it to anybody because it’s a little embarrassing. maybe it’s been buried from all the other dms you’ve received from men.
until he gets a video on his timeline. then the same video sent to him from three different friends.
the words are captioned loud and bold on the video. straight to the point and pure clickbait. well is it clickbait if it’s true? bakugou chokes on his spit, turning up the volume in his work bathroom.
“DYNAMIGHT IN THE DMS?”
“now guys… walk with me here. if you’re dynamight, thee bakugou katsuki, one of the sexiest men in the world, PLEASE don’t watch this clip. i can’t believe you’ve even seen clips of my pod. i swear this isn’t even me!” you ramble into your microphone, tucked up with your knees to your chest for a more casual episode. “okay guys, now that he’s gone, i’ve got to tell you… after last episode when i said can fine men send me dms, why the fuck did dynamight send me one? i was so shocked by it i still haven’t replied. i’ve avoided talking about him here because i do not want to be on that man’s radar. he’s way too gorgeous for me to comprehend.”
you giggle to yourself, “but he dmed me… something about are applications open? the boyfriend ones. now i can’t reply because ive just told everybody but there’s no way i pulled him.”
bakugou watches it leaning against the sink, three times. his smile gets bigger every second till he’s full on grinning at his phone.
you’re joking a little, entertainment for the podcast because you know you’re just as fine as him. though you don’t think your worlds would ever cross?
he decides to make another move.
@ dynamight: I think you’re gorgeous too
commented underneath the video.
an onslaught of likes and comments commence. mostly your fans giving a whole load of keyboard smashes and “yn is going to go insane”.
then he puts his phone down, washes up his hands and checks his appearance in the mirror. wipes his nose and what not.
but he gets lured to his phone again, picking it up and opening instagram to find you’ve replied to his comment.
@ ynpod: @ dynamight i swear i don’t share all my business online
@ dynamight : @ ynpod So applications are still open?
wow dude jts so awesome that your car is loud as fuck and smells worse when it drives past. thags fucking epic man. i really like how it hurts to listen to you drive past and it scares people. thats awesome man. i really like your car that makes a loud as fuck fart sound. fucking epic dude
cw: pornstar!au, p in v, yearning, masturbation, male whimpering, penetrative sex, hickeys, biting, talking you through it, he's described as big, back scratching, creampied, a little aftercare not proofread, art by @torucider.
ⓘ Featuring pornstar!choso is so hot, you might just die.
pornstar!choso who'd become famous for his work, through making rough yet intimate films with his costars. Where they didn't come off as just some guy fucking people, but like two people truly making love.
The soft whimpers he would make when he'd get close, the groans as the other person's nails bit into his back, and the lazy grin he'd shoot the camera after shooting a load into his costar drove fans wild.
pornstar!choso whispers sweet praises to each girl & guy so naturally, and just loud enough for the mics to pick them up, with such tender touches that he used to spark dating rumors with each new scene he did.
pornstar!choso never really dated after getting into the business. He'd gone on a few dates here and there, two flings to blow off steam but didn't have an actual relationship after his career grew.
After being asked by a fan if he was in a relationship or not, he stated, "It wouldn't be fair," & he wouldn't want his lover to have access to countless videos of him fucking other women, and he comes home not being as overtly sexual as he is in media.
pornstar!choso forgot all the logic he'd come up with for that rule the moment his eyes landed on you—he even thought it was one of his stupidest ideas to date.
He watched as you lit up the room with a smile, greeting all your friends before finally making your way over to him & Yuji.
pornstar!choso made a mental note to thank Yuji for dragging him downstairs to come hang out with his friend & stop being a recluse as you shook his hand telling him how nice it was to meet him.
pornstar!choso was surprised to find out you knew what he did for a living & weren't asking a thousand questions about "How he can do it?" or "Do you ever look forward to fucking a certain coworker?"
He was even more surprised to find out you wanted to be friends with him. Sure, people "didn't care" about his job all the time, but people still acted weird about his job and often chose not to pursue a friendship.
pornstar!choso was pleasantly surprised to see you always shut down Yuji's friends for making jokes about "Yuji's slutty brother," as if choso wasn't in the room, & found it endearing when you'd rub his shoulder after and apologize on their behalf.
It was nice, not being viewed just as some object for other people's entertainment for a while.
pornstar!choso who always assured you that he & Yuji could handle the jokes—since he'd started before Yuji had finished high school. "He'd heard just about every joke anyone could come up with about his job."
He still made it clear that he was thankful for your kindness, even if it was unnecessary.
pornstar!choso soon noticed just how protective you'd get over him & Yuji, & at first thought you must have a crush on his baby brother, until one night he came down to the kitchen while you were over and saw how fast your eyes lit up at seeing him.
It was like everything fell into place, all the soft touches, how you'd brush his hair from his eyes when sitting together, how you'd ramble on & on to him, seeing how excited you were to talk to him finally made it click.
pornstar!choso who, after grabbing a drink & saying his goodnights, retreated back into his bedroom & ended up fisting his cock to the thought of you, the thought of you wrapped around his twitching length & had to clasp a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans.
He ended up finishing faster than a virgin for the first time in years at the thought of you taking all of him.
pornstar!choso started avoiding you—finding reasons to just hide out in his room whenever you were over. Every time he saw you, he was reminded of the images that popped up in his mind. Riding him, sucking him off, on the couch, bent over the kitchen table, in the shower, against the wall.
Each time he saw your smiling eyes, something new popped up in his head.
pornstar!choso didn't realize until his manager pointed it out after filming a few scenes, but he'd started getting "Rougher" with the girls during shoots, and it hit him like a bag of bricks, all his pent-up frustrations over you had started leaking into his professional life.
He was barely done getting dressed before he was driving to your apartment & banging on the door—and when it opened, he didn't know what to say & just pulled your lips against his.
pornstar!choso & you barely processed what was happening before he had you over your couch, sinking each thick inch into your quivering cunt.
His mouth found home on your throat, sucking softly as whimpers of his name escaped your lips & your legs locked around his hips.
pornstar!choso who whispered how good you were doing & cupped your cheek as he finally bottomed out, blushing at the sight of you below him before giving an experimental thrust.
The shock value of it stretching you was too much, & you sank your nails into his back instantly stopping him in his tracks.
pornstar!choso who talked you through it until you adjusted to his size, kissing your temple & praising how good you felt.
Once he got your all clear, his hips were frantic, meeting yours in sloppy thrusts, moaning at the sensations of you clawing at his back.
pornstar!choso who was unable to muffle his mewls as your climaxes approached, opting to crush your lips against yours as white-hot pleasure tore through two both of you.
He felt like he was in heaven as he finished, painting your insides in sync with your orgasm, Choso's breath unsteady, but kissed up your shoulder whispering praises of how good you felt.
pornstar!choso who blushed at the sight of his sperm leaking out of you as he pulled out, swiping the dribbling off as your thighs clenched around his hand at the sensation.
He blushed once more before tucking his face into your shoulder with a pitiful laugh.
pornstar!choso & you end up laughing for a few minutes before you drag him into a cuddling position on the couch, teasing him for being so flustered, and he apologized for being so rough.
pornstar!choso who ended up sleeping over after you groaned & crawled on top of him, telling him to "just shut up already", and stretched out comfortably on his chest.
His muscular chest was nice to lie on, accompanied by his arm wrapped comfortably around you, fingers stroking your back till you fell asleep.
pornstar!choso had to turn his phone off after Yuji started spam texting him, trying to find out why he was at your apartment building at two am.
You hated when people looked at you after they looked at Simon.
Because it always happened in that order.
Their eyes would land on him first— broad shoulders stuffed into dark clothes, that permanently tired stare, the kind of presence that made rooms quiet without him even trying — and then they’d shift to you.
And every single time, you swore you saw the same flicker of confusion.
Them?
It made your sick.
You knew Simon didn’t notice it. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. But you noticed. God, you noticed.
Especially at the pub near base.
You worked there most evenings, weaving through crowded tables with cheap trays balanced on one hand, apron dusted with flour from the kitchen because the cook kept dragging you back there to help plate when things got busy. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t important.
You were just… you. A waitress.
And Simon Riley was him.
Lieutenant. Decorated soldier. Feared. Respected. The kind of man people whispered about before he even entered a room.
The kind of man who looked absurd sitting in your tiny apartment kitchen at two in the morning drinking tea from a chipped mug while your socks slid across the floor.
You still didn’t understand why he stayed.
“You’re staring again.” Simon muttered one night from your couch.
You blinked, pulled from your thoughts. “Sorry.”
He watched you from beneath heavy lashes. “What’s goin’ on in that head?”
“Nothin’.”
A lie. Simon always knew when you lied.
He sat forward slowly, elbows on his knees. “C’mere.”
You obeyed automatically, crossing the small apartment until he tugged you between his legs. His hands settled on your hips, warm and heavy even through your clothes.
“You’ve been distant all week..” he said quietly. “Talk.”
You tried to shrug it off. “I’m tired.”
“Try again.”
Your chest tightened.
You hated this part. Hated saying things out loud because they sounded even stupider once they existed in the air.
Simon waited patiently.
That made it worse.
“I just…” You laughed weakly, avoiding his eyes. “I don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
“This.”
One of his brows twitched.
“You.” Your voice got quieter. “Us.”
Simon stared at you like he genuinely didn’t understand the question.
Which was insane.
“You could have anyone.” you murmured. “Anyone, Simon.”
His grip on your hips tightened slightly.
“And you’re with…” You gestured vaguely to yourself with a self-conscious smile that hurt more than it should’ve. “Me.”
Silence.
Not angry silence.
Not cold silence.
The dangerous kind — the kind where Simon got very, very still.
“You think I’m too good for you?” he asked finally.
Your face heated immediately. “When you say it like that it sounds—”
“Answer me.”
You swallowed.
“A little.”
Simon leaned back against the couch slowly, eyes never leaving yours. There was something awful in them suddenly. Something wounded.
Like you’d hurt him.
“You think I come here because I settled?”
“No—”
“You think I look at you and see someone lesser than me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you think it.”
You looked away.
That was answer enough.
Simon exhaled hard through his nose, jaw tightening beneath faint stubble.
“Christ.”
Your stomach dropped. “I’m sorry.”
That made his head snap up instantly.
“There you go again.”
“What?”
“Apologizin’ for existing.”
You opened your mouth, then closed it.
Simon’s hands slid from your hips up to your arms, gentler this time.
“You know what I see when I look at you?” he asked quietly.
You shook your head.
“I see someone good.”
You almost laughed at that.
But Simon continued before you could.
“I see someone who remembers how I take my tea. Someone who works ten-hour shifts and still manages to smile at strangers.” His thumbs brushed absentmindedly against your sleeves. “Someone who treats people kindly even when they don’t deserve it.”
His eyes softened.
“You look at me and see the rank. The size. The scary reputation.” A humorless huff escaped him. “You don’t see what I see.”
“And what’s that?”
“A soldier.”
You frowned immediately. “Simon, I’m literally a waitress.”
“Aye.” He nodded once. “And every day you deal with rude customers, drunk men, shitty management, sore feet, exhaustion, bills…” His gaze locked onto yours. “And you keep goin’.”
Your throat tightened unexpectedly.
“You think strength only looks like violence,” Simon murmured. “Like guns and combat and knowin’ how to kill.”
One hand came up to cradle your jaw carefully.
“But I’ve seen men in the military weaker than you.”
Your eyes burned.
“Simon…”
“I mean it.” His voice dropped lower now, rough around the edges. “You walk through life soft. Do you understand how bloody difficult that is?”
That finally broke you a little.
Because Simon said it like softness was something sacred.
Something rare.
You looked down quickly, embarrassed by the sudden sting behind your eyes.
“I’m not special.”
Simon’s expression twisted like the sentence physically hurt him.
He stood abruptly, forcing you to tilt your head back to keep looking at him. Big hands framed your face completely.
“Don’t do that.” he said sharply.
You startled.
“Don’t tear yourself apart in front of me.” His voice cracked slightly around the edges now. “Not when I love every part.”
The room went silent.
Simon wasn’t good at saying things like that. He showed love easier than he spoke it. Through quiet touches. Waiting outside your work after late shifts. Fixing things around your apartment without being asked. Standing between you and the world like a wall.
But this?
This was raw… and terrifyingly honest.
His forehead pressed against yours.
“I don’t need someone impressive.” he whispered. “I need you.”
Your chest ached so badly it almost hurt to breathe.
“You make my life quiet.”
One of his hands slid into your hair carefully.
“You make me feel human again.”
Your eyes finally spilled over.
Simon caught the tears immediately with his thumb, looking almost angry at them.
“Don’t cry.”
“You’re being too nice.” you whispered shakily.
A small, disbelieving laugh left him.
“Too nice..” he repeated. “That’s what did it?”
You laughed weakly through tears.
Simon stared at you for a long moment before pulling you against his chest so suddenly you nearly stumbled.
His arms wrapped around you tight. Protective. Certain. Like there had never been a question.
“You are not lucky to have me.” he murmured into your hair.
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