Coming Untouched
Character: Ojiro Mashirao
This fic contains - coming untouched, humiliation, implied alcohol use
Some characters in this fic may be mischaracterized, if that bothers you, do not read.
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You didn't mean to be here, but your friends bribed you into coming. The party was just a few classmates, some stolen alcohol and cheap shots that would make everyone regret everything in the morning, music that was too loud, and lights that were too bright.
Someone placed their empty bottle on the floor and suddenly everyone was sitting around it, knees too close, waiting to see who it would land on next. You didn’t plan to play but a few of your friends - the same ones who bribed you - had pulled you down and now, here you are.
Each time two people were pushed into the closet, the tension felt tighter, as if you could reach out and touch it. Across the circle and a few people away sat Ojiro Mashirao, his blond hair fell perfectly on his face, his smile was so captivating too. The bottle made its way to him and he spun it with a laugh from something someone had said. The bottle spun, slowed, then stopped. On you. As you turned your head back to the center, it felt as if the music and the cheers from the classmates had been muffled. You and him made eye contact from across the square, he smiled like always, and you smiled back softly. His smile was different though. Satisfied, like he had been waiting for the bottle to land on you.
Then, before you knew it, you were both being shoved into the closet with everyone yelling and cheering.
“You guys have seven minutes starting now!!” A few of them yelled from behind the door.
The closet was dark, and small; cramped. Ojiro was pressed against you due to the lack of space and the tension felt palpable. You felt your cheeks flush and the tips of your ears go pink at the contact; you had always had a thing for Ojiro but now, being this close, made your stomach feel all jittery.
“So..are you down to kiss?” He finally said, breaking the silence. There was a hint of nervousness buried under his confident expression, as if he was scared you would say no.
You looked up at him, you had never even had your first kiss yet. What were you supposed to do?? But still, you answered; “If you are, I am."
He smiled softly down and you, some small talk was exchanged but your thoughts were clouded by how his body heat radiated off of him and onto you, how the slight smell of his cologne filled your nose, how his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners when he smiled. Then, suddenly, his hand was on the back of your neck, warm, and comforting. He leaned down, your lips just shy of an inch apart. You lifted up on your tippy toes and closed the gap, his lips moved gently against yours.
At first, it was soft, gentle, almost natural. The way your hands moved to his shoulders then around the back of him, one tangling in his hair; it sent a shiver down his spine. His hand was still on the back of your neck, his free hand moved to your lower back, pulling you flush against him. With a soft groan, he deepened the kiss, it was no longer just a kiss. No longer just a game. It was heated and passionate, his hand moving to cup your face gently, his thumb brushing your jaw as he tilted your head to deepen it further.
The group outside updated you on the time but his grip only tightened, pulling you impossibly closer. His lips moved harder and faster with yours, pouring out what felt like years of pent up feeling and emotion. The kiss was hungry, desperate almost; but it felt normal, as if it was meant to be.
You felt a pool of heat between your legs as he pushed you against the wall, grinding against you slightly. Your hips moved with his on instinct, searching for friction. You felt the outline of his cock through his and your pants, god he was big. He moaned softly into your mouth as his movements became more desperate, his hips sped up as they moved against yours.
He pulled back slightly and muttered, “Fuck…” he panted softly, hips still grinding against you.
You took control, pulling him back in for another kiss. This kiss was just as desperate and deep as the last one, hips moving desperately against you. He moaned into the kiss as his thrusts stuttered, did he just…?
The door flew open with the party cheering as they saw us kissing against the wall. Ojiro’s cheeks went pink as he wiped the back of his mouth with his hand, back to the crowd. You wiped your mouth too, fixing your hair as you both left the closet.
Ojiro had slipped away to the bathroom after leaving the closet, he had issues to take care of. Number one, he needed to avoid you. Number two, the reason for number one, he came. In his pants. Without even being touched. He was beyond embarrassed as he walked to the bathroom, head down, praying no one saw the slightly damp patch spreading on his pants. In the bathroom, he stripped down, wiping as much off as he could. That was the best kiss he had ever had, but seeing you after? He doesn’t think he can do that, he literally came in his pants from making out. How humiliating.
“Hey, have you seen Ojiro?” you ask kirishima, he had disappeared after you guys had left the closet but you wanted to find him.
“Yeah I think he went to the bathroom,” Kirishima answered cheerfully. “Down the hall to the left.”
“Thanks Kirishima.” You smiled softly and headed toward the bathroom.
Ojiro froze when he heard the knock on the bathroom door, he was trying to make the spot on his ants less obvious.
“Uh…someones in here!” his voice was nervous.
“Hey! It's y/n, Ojiro?”
“Yeah…just give me a minute.”
“Okay,” you answered, wondering what was taking him so long.
He came out of the bathroom clasping his hands in front of his pants, weird. He saw you standing just a bit further down the hallway and headed towards you. He felt pretty bad but he hoped that you only wanted to talk for a few minutes because he needed to go home.
“Hey,” you notice his odd hand placement. “Um…are you okay?”
“Huh? Oh. uh yeah I am.” He tripped over his words shifting on his feet.
Of course, leave it to you to notice the one thing he doesn't want you to. This was beyond embarrassing for him, talking to the girl that made him bust a nut in his pants, with the mark still there.
“Are you sure? You look like you just like…pissed your pants or something..” You laughed lightly, it was true though, the way he was standing and covering his crotch made him look like a toddler who had an accident.
“I um…listen, i really liked the kiss but uh…” he stuttered, “i need to get home…i…"
“You…?”
“Fuck…i need to go home and…change my pants.” he looked away, anywhere but your face.
“Huh? Wait, did you actually piss yourself?!” You chuckled; you thought he was messing with you but the look he gave when he turned back said otherwise.
“No!! I…god…okay dont judge me for this…or get weirded out” he said, you waited. “I...i came…in my pants..” he muttered.
"Huh? Wait, did you actually piss yourself?!” You chuckled; you thought he was messing with you but the look he gave when he turned back said otherwise.
“No!! I…god…okay dont judge me for this…or get weirded out” he said, you waited. “I...i came…in my pants..” he muttered.
“Wait Ojiro…are you serious? Was the kiss that good?” you really thought he was messing with you…until you remembered how his hips stuttered to a stop as he moaned in that closet.
He looked away again, tips of his ears pink as he muttered what sounded like “bye” before walking past you and leaving the party. Now you felt bad, you thought he had been joking, you didn't think you actually made him cum.
After the party that night, you texted him.
Hey, sorry for laughing at you, I'm not weirded out either. Come over tomorrow night?
His reply was quick.
Wait, actually?
Yeah, are you down?
Hell yes.
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yikes. first post kinda nervyy, sorry if its ass guys im tryin my best
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