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heat of the moment || itadori yuuji

Just when you think your evening is reaching new levels of low, a cute pink-haired firefighter flips your night right side up!

Pairing: Firefighter!Itadori Yuuji x Female!Reader 

Warnings: Smut (18+), Descriptions of Injury & Blood, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Oral (Receiving & Giving), Cum Eating

Word Count: 8.9k

A/N: I know the plot is a bit cheesy, but I had a lot of fun writing this fic! Also I’m not a medical professional in any way so if I wrote any misinformation on the treating of Reader’s injuries, I researched as much as I could >.< I hope you all enjoy the read & please let me know your thoughts! 🧡 Also a huge huge thank you to @redbeanteax​ @secondhand-trash​ & @ryukatters​ for beta-reading for me! 🧡

It’s embarrassing really, the amount of times your mother has bombarded your phone with messages regarding your dating life. As if you’re entirely incapable of finding a romantic partner yourself, which even if you are , you don’t need anyone to play matchmaker for you. You’re perfectly content with your own methods, which include a vicious cycle of uninstalling and reinstalling the same few dating apps on your phone. 

So maybe it wasn’t the ideal, but nonetheless you held onto your pride for this long, deleting copious amounts of text messages from your mother when it came to ‘potential suitors’. Up until a few days ago, that is. You let your pride get wounded for the long-haul benefit, hoping if you say yes to just one , she’ll be satisfied enough. With heavy reluctance you told her fine , to set it up for today, reassuring her multiple times that you won’t flake out. 

There isn’t much you can remember about this mystery person you’re supposed to meet in approximately an hour, only that he’s the son of your mother’s friend from cycling class. She only gave you his last name too, Itadori . With no photo to go off of you hope that it isn’t too daunting trying to find this guy at the restaurant.

You wind up arriving ten minutes early, giving you a little bit of time to ease your racing heart before walking inside. When’s the last time you went on a date anyways, let alone a blind one? Too long , you think to yourself, palm laid flat over your chest as you focus on your breathing. You’re only doing this to appease your incessant mother, at least that’s what you convinced yourself. Maybe a small part of you can’t help but grow optimistic that something good could potentially come out of this evening.

The restaurant is bustling with life as you step through the glass doors, dimmed lights creating an intimate ambiance for the patrons inside. A young hostess immediately steps towards you with a polite smile, “Do you have a reservation?”

“Not sure,” You return her grin sheepishly, “I’m supposed to be meeting an Itadori? For two?”

She checks the small tablet before shaking her head, “I don’t have anything listed, but I have a table for two open right now that you can wait for them at?”

With a nod you follow her towards the other side of the room, fidgeting with the fabric of your top as your nerves spike once more. The table is by a large set of windows overlooking the busy main road, allowing you to get lost in the activities of other people while waiting for your date. You think about what they might be like, but it's difficult given how little you even know regarding this stranger you’re supposed to be meeting with. 

Five minutes pass, then ten minutes, a waiter comes by to ask if you’d like to order something while you wait. You shake your head and politely decline, taking small sips of the complimentary water instead. Twenty – no, thirty minutes pass and your heart’s fallen into your stomach; not a single person has entered the building by their lonesome.

A variety of possibilities plague your mind: traffic, a family emergency, falling ill, or maybe he just didn’t want to. Against your better judgement, you text your mother asking if she has his cell phone number by any chance. Why you didn’t get his number before showing up is beyond you, but nonetheless eleven digits stare back at you minutes later.

“Hey, this is Itadori right? I got your number from my mom who set this whole blind date thing up? I was wondering if everything’s okay? I’ve been here maybe half an hour now, just let me know!”

You watch the blue speech bubble form as you tap on the send button, but the usual follow up of ‘delivered’ never appears. Meaning, the message has yet to actually go through. It could be for a variety of reasons, his phone could be off for one. There’s a small voice in the back of your head telling you differently though, your pessimism rearing its ugly head and shouting that maybe he never planned on showing up in the first place. When the waiter comes by a second time with an empathetic smile on their lips, you decide to accept the facts in front of you and order something to take back to your apartment. 

It almost feels like a walk of shame as you exit the restaurant just as you entered, a party of one, head bowed and fingers curled tightly against the plastic bag that contains your dinner. Sure, you’ve been ghosted more times than you can count, never made it past one of two dates with a few, but this still stung your small shred of dignity. Come tomorrow morning you were calling your mother to tell her that you’re never saying yes again to her matchmaking attempts. 

“Don’t ask,” Are the first words that leave your mouth when you tread up the dingy flight of stairs to your apartment half an hour later, your neighbor’s cat staring back at you almost as if she knows , “Don’t give me that look either.”

The small feline lets out an audible huff as though she understands anything you’re saying, shaking her head before pawing at the front door across from yours. Hell, she’s probably had a better evening than the one you’re currently going through, what with her tendencies to dumpster dive the closest five star restaurants. Despite living near a few lavish places to dine, the complex you reside in is anything but.

Speaking of food, yours is already cool by the time you enter your poorly lit kitchen, pouring its contents onto a plate before sliding it into the microwave for a few minutes. You can’t stand to remain in your current choice of clothing, shuffling to the bedroom while you try to think about anything but the rejection that’s still fizzing inside of you. It feels even worse when you glance at your phone and find your notifications just as barren. 

You’re in the midst of reaching for the hem of your top when the omnipresent odor of smoke crawls into your now scrunched up nose. Great , you sigh, dinner’s ruined too . When you step back into the narrow hallway to investigate though, you’re immediately struck by an intense heat that wasn’t there before. 

The warmth continues to swelter with every passing second, festering as you race to the kitchen until you can clearly see the smoke starting to crawl under the crack of your front door. You can hear a commotion going on in the apartment’s hallways, the sounds of shouting and loud footsteps echoing off the thin walls.

A string of curse words slide off your tongue as you contemplate your next set of actions, opting to escape through the fire exit down the hall. Only, the moment your fingers curl around the metal doorknob you’re immediately retracting it, hissing through gritted teeth at the sudden pain. The fire must be right outside the door , you think, sprinting back towards your bathroom where there’s a secondary fire escape out the window.

While you’re fortunate that your hand remains relatively unscathed from the hot doorknob, it seems luck isn’t entirely on your side when the glass panel to the escape refuses to budge more than a few inches. What else would you expect from a place that charges nearly half the average rent in this part of the city? 

The wailing of sirens grows louder and louder as you fight with the busted window, panic rising like bile in your throat with every failed attempt. Sure, you could wait for a firefighter to eventually knock down your door, but it could take a while until they reach your floor, the eighth one, specifically.

“Ah, fuck it,” you turn and reach over for the toilet plunger, gripping the handle upside down so that the curved wooden end faces the glass. Lunging forwards, you slam the stick into the center of the pane but it doesn’t budge. 

Over and over you ram into it, blue and red lights filtering through from down below. After might be two dozen attempts the glass gives in and shatters, scattering all along the bathroom floor. So maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had, wincing when a piece cuts a shallow line along your calf. There’s a few other abrasions that litter your arms, increasing in quantity as you punch away the leftover chunks and squeeze through the now open window. 

You land on the fire escape with little grace, the cold metal harsh on your battered figure. Glancing down between the cracks in the grate you can already see one of the firefighters rushing up the ladder. Standing proves difficult at first, but you’re able to lift yourself up just as they reach your floor.

“Is there anybody else in your suite? Can you make it down on your own?” They ask you in a rushed tone, peering into your shattered window to assess the situation. 

You shake your head, “Just me, I should be fine.”

At least, you thought so, until your legs wobble at the first few steps you take down the narrow and extremely high up staircase. Quick on their reflexes, you’re suddenly scooped up into the stranger’s arms as they appear to be looking over at your now bleeding leg. 

“I got you, it’s alright.” You’re carried down the many flights of stairs, eyes wandering around to assess the damage done to the complex. It's difficult to pinpoint the source of the fire until one of the windows on the sixth floor shatters, flames licking at the outside of the building as they escape from the now open hole. The firefighter holding you tightens their embrace, tucking your head under their protected headgear to keep you safe from the potential rain of broken glass.

There’s a ladder at the end of the escape, meaning your savior wouldn’t possibly be able to carry you and hold onto the metal bars at the same time. Just as you’re about to speak, they interrupt with, “You think you can get on my back? Wrap your legs around me as tight as you can?”

“Uh, yeah, probably-”

“Okay, good,” They place you down gently, careful not to set you on your injured leg before crouching in front of you, “Hop on.”

Although a bit difficult, you’re able to somewhat securely wind your arms and legs around the heat-resistant clothing they adorn. It's on their back that you’re carried down the ladder and towards one of the many ambulances on standby outside your complex. 

The gurney you’re carefully placed on is a tad uncomfortable, the padding long since flattened from years of use, but the shallow laceration on your calf is much more troublesome. An EMT rushes over to your side and assesses your wounds before looking over at the firefighter, “Is there anyone else left in the building?”

“Not sure, I don’t think so–” The sound of a walkie-talkie disrupts their conversation, “Oi, what is it, Megumi?”

“The building’s been vacated as far as we know, we’re heading in now to put out the source, you stick by the ambulances and watch the fire escape.”

“Got it, stay safe!” They discard their headgear when the static of the device cuts, letting the heavy plastic bounce off the concrete. He shakes out his short pink locks, using the back of his glove to wipe at any sweat that’s accumulated on his forehead. All the while you can’t seem to tear your gaze from him; he’s much more attractive than you could have anticipated. 

“Thank you, for saving me,” You grab his attention, large, soft brown eyes meeting yours, “I uh, don’t know your name–”

“Yuuji , can you lift their leg for me while I wrap some gauze around the wound?” The paramedic interrupts after having disinfected your skin and checking for any shards of glass that may have lingered.  

Well, that answers your question, you think as the man now known as Yuuji nods, gently curling his gloved fingers around your ankle. They work in tandem, obviously having known each other prior to tonight, to bandage your calf. Your eyes wander the vicinity, curious to know how the others who rent in your complex are doing.

A sigh of relief slips past your lips when you spot your neighbor a few yards away, arms wound tightly around their cat as they speak to the other elder who lives on your floor. From the lack of whirling sirens rushing away from the scene, it seems that nobody received severe injuries or burns from the sudden blaze. Although, the complex itself has seen better days. 

“You’re all set, make sure to change your wrap twice a day for about a week. There may be some bruising around the cut, but thankfully it's not too deep that you need stitches.” The paramedic explains, “You can stay here if you’d like–”

Another voice chimes in, “Oi, Kasumi, we need your help over here if you can!” 

“Coming! Make sure to take care of that leg!” They grab their small pouch filled to the brim with first aid equipment before rushing over to their fellow EMT, bright blue hair bouncing as they jog. That’s how you wind up alone in the company of Yuuji.

He tears his gaze away from the fire escape a few seconds later, eyes meeting yours yet again, “It’s no problem, by the way, it's my job to save people. I’m Yuuji, by the way.”

You nod before telling him your own name, “You think I’ll be seeing my apartment anytime soon, Yuuji?”

“I’m not too sure about that,” He scratches at the back of his neck, “It looks like your floor along with the two below yours got the worst of it, do you have a place you can stay in the meantime?”

Well, your mother lives two hours away in Sendai and you’ve only relocated to the bustling city of Tokyo a little over three weeks ago, meaning you haven’t developed any solid friendships in the short time you’ve been here.

“Unless I want to take the train to my mom in Sendai in the middle of the night, not really.” You feel utterly defeated, from being stood up on a date to your apartment catching fire, what ladder did you stumble under that’s given you such poor luck?

“Oh?” Yuuji’s ears perk up at the mention of your hometown, “I’m from Sendai too, actually! I’ve been in Tokyo for a year now ever since I joined the fire department here.”

Before any more words can be further exchanged, the walkie-talkie picks up static, “Fire’s almost out but we’ll be sticking around for inspection, tenants from the sixth to eighth floors won’t be able to return yet due to damages. You can head out now, Yuuji, we’ve got it from here. Sorry to call you in on your night-off.”

“Ah, it's alright! I’m glad I could help out! I’ll see you later, Megumi!” The genuine smile on his lips from having been of help makes your heart flutter and cheeks grow hot, then it's quickly hosed over with disappointment at the confirmation that you won’t be able to return to your small abode just yet. 

To top everything off, your stomach churns in hunger, not having been able to eat the dinner that you spent way too much money on. You glance down at your phone in hopes of looking up the nearest fast food, eyes narrowed at the 10% battery flickering back at you. What more could possibly go wrong?

“Hey, uh, if you need somewhere to stay for the night my apartment isn’t too far from here…” Yuuji’s words snatch your attention from your dying cell, eyes wide as he continues, “You’ll need to change your bandages in a few hours from the bleeding probably, I have what you’d need at my place.”

You’re about to politely decline, even though the offer is extremely gratuitous, but your stomach rumbling loudly responds in your stead. Yuuji chuckles at the frustrated pout that appears on your lips, “I have food, too, so how about it?”

“Do you invite every stranger you rescue from a burning building to your apartment?” 

There’s a teasing lilt in your tone, but he doesn’t manage to catch on, “No, I’ve never done it before. You seem nice though and the guilt would haunt me if I just left you here alone.” 

“I guess I have no choice but to keep your conscience clean, hm?”

You’ve only known this man for maybe twenty minutes and the laughter that he lets out in response is one you’d love to listen to time and time again. Maybe your disastrous evening’s taken a turn in the right direction, you’ll just have to wait and see.

He wasn’t lying when he mentioned that his apartment wasn’t too far, in fact it’s only about a ten minute ride away from your own. Although it feels even shorter than that when you’re on the back of a speeding motorcycle. You’ve never clung onto anything harder in your life than the way your fingernails nearly tear through Yuuji’s loose tee, face buried in his upper back as you race down the Tokyo Expressway. 

The complex he resides in is much nicer from the outer appearance alone, hell even the street lights illuminating the path to the entrance are already more boujee than the ones that forget to turn on outside yours. Your balance is slightly off-kilter when your feet meet the ground, but you’re thankful nonetheless to be on a solid, unmoving surface again.

“Hey, you alright?” Yuuji saunters over to you after tossing his duffel bag full of gear over his shoulder, arms preemptively positioned to catch you if need be. 

You wave him off with a polite smile, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good–”

Interrupted by your growling stomach, the pink-haired male chuckles before leading you inside of his building. You’re already impressed by the exterior of the place, imagine the look of astonishment on your complexion when you walk through his front door.

It’s not a place a wealthy person would aspire to reside in, but for someone like you who hardly has a functional oven and a dishwasher that doesn’t close, the sight of pristine metal appliances has you nearly drooling . There’s a set of large glass pane windows in the open living room and kitchen area that overlook the highway, which is better than the view of yours: the adjacent building’s crackling paint job.

“What do ya wanna eat?” Yuuji brings your attention back to him and the marble island he’s currently leaning his elbows on, “I’m told my meatballs are really good if you’d like to try!” 

Your nostrils flare as you attempt not to laugh at the childish joke that runs through your head, “I’d love to, do you have some noodles too?”

“Yep!” He’s already quick at work grabbing what he needs from various spots around the kitchen all while you perch yourself on one of the breakfast bar’s stools. 

“So do you live here by yourself or?” You ask, aspiring to learn more about this man who’s allowed you into his home. 

He’s quick at work chopping the green onions with insane precision, not faltering for a moment as he responds, “Nah, I have a roommate. We work at the department together, he probably won’t be back until the morning though.”

“Ah okay, what made you decide to move from Sendai to Tokyo?” 

“Are we playing twenty questions? Do I get to ask you anything?” Yuuji glances up from the cutting board as he sets the knife down, a teasing smile on his lips. 

You roll your eyes, “Sure, after you answer my second question.”

“Alright,” He takes a moment to think about his answer while tossing all of the ingredients into a ceramic bowl, “I guess I was scouted? After that huge fire in Sendai a little over a year ago, do you remember that?”

When you nod, he continues, “Yeah, I was volunteering for Sendai’s department at the time when it happened, the flames were so bad Tokyo’s division had to take the four hour drive to us to help put it out. Afterwards, I was pulled aside and thanked for my help and then offered to come to Tokyo. My old man thought I should take the opportunity so I did. That’s how I wound up here, what made you decide to move here?”

“Ah, it’s not that exciting,” You watch Yuuji mold the mixed ingredients into round balls of chicken, “I wanted a new change of pace and used what money I saved up from odd jobs in Sendai to move out here. I’ve only been in Tokyo for three weeks, though it feels like the city is trying to kick me out by setting fire to my apartment. I haven’t really made any friends yet either, I’ve just been trying to get acquainted with the new environment.”

“Well, you got me now!” He grins before laying the meatballs onto a tray to pop into the pre-heated oven. Yeah , you guess you do, the thought makes it impossible to conceal the grin on your lips. 

The two of you continue to learn about one another as the meat slowly cooks, asking questions back and forth while he teaches you how to prepare noodles from scratch. Everytime your fingers brush over his while trying to grab the thin slices of dough the temperature seems to conveniently rise within the kitchen. You blame it on the heat radiating from the oven and definitely not the obvious attraction that’s lingering in your chest.

It’s never been this easy to be around someone the way you just click with Yuuji, sharing bits and pieces about yourself without an ounce of hesitation. His overly extroverted personality meshes so well with you, whether or not textbook definitions say otherwise. Before you even realize, dinner’s fully prepared and you’re sitting next to him at the breakfast counter devouring heaps of fresh noodles. 

“Who taught you how to cook so well?” You ask in between mouthfuls of the also delectably cooked meatballs. 

He glances up from his own plate and chuckles when he spots a dab of sauce on the corner of your lips, reaching over towards you to wipe it away with his thumb, “I mostly taught myself, my dad worked long hours to keep the roof over our heads after my mom passed away. Sometimes I’d hang out at the local restaurants after school and they’d teach me a few of their tricks every now and then.”

“I’m sorry about your mom,” You voice your thoughts aloud, still short-circuiting internally at the gentle swipe of his thumb on your skin, “I think you’re really cool though, you have so much going for you, meanwhile I’ve gotten stood up on a date and a burnt apartment all in one night.”

“Is that why you’re dressed so nicely?” Yuuji speaks despite having a mouth full of chicken.

You nod, “Yeah, I got set up on a blind date but they never even showed.”

“Well, it’s their loss. I think you’re cool too, ya know, especially when you smashed that window to get out of your apartment.”

“Even if I scraped myself up in the process?”

“Totally!” His face is much closer in proximity to yours than it was moments before, “The worst thing that happens is that you end up with a badass scar on your leg.” 

“You know, maybe my date not showing up was a good thing…” Your heart is palpitating a mile a minute in your chest, eyes flickering between those pretty, round brown eyes and those plush, parted lips. 

Yuuji tilts his head to the side, almost like a dog, “Why’s that?”

“I got to meet you.”

“Oh! T-That’s–” His cheeks ignite to an affectionate shade of pink, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water before settling on a genuine smile, “Yeah, I’m really glad I met you too.”

The both of you instinctually move closer to one another, the remaining food that lingers on your plates growing cold as your nose bumps into his. Just as you’re about to make that final move, a rush of spontaneous pain swarms your injured leg, “Shit!” 

“What happened?”

“It’s my leg,” You whine, fingernails digging into your thigh as a way to drown out the intense burning sensation you’re experiencing, “It hurts .”

Yuuji hops off the bar stool before rushing to your side, gathering you into his arms in a similar fashion to when he carried you down the fire escape, “Let’s change your bandages, a little bit of blood is already staining these.”

As expected, his bathroom is much nicer than the one you broke out of only hours prior, spacious and well lit. You’re placed on the closed toilet lid while Yuuji scrambles around grabbing what he needs to swap your gauze. 

“Alright, can you lift your leg for me?” He kneels down in front of you, one knee resting on the tiled flooring while the other is propped up. This allows you to use his thigh as a flat surface to rest your calf on. 

Slowly unwinding the gauze from your leg, you actually get your first look at the damage that’s been done to your skin. It's anything but pretty, but other than the spontaneous bouts of shooting pain it could have been much worse. 

“I don’t see any glass still lingering…” Yuuji’s touch is gentle on your leg, fingers barely pressing against your skin to minimize the pressure, “The bleeding stopped too, and it's not deep enough to require stitches, so I’ll apply some ointment and rewrap it for you.” 

Although the bottle of the Neosporin spray claims that it won’t cause any stinging, your face scrunching up in discomfort says otherwise. Bunch of goddamn liars . You can feel tears catching on your lower lashes as you breathe through the temporary feeling, exhaling a sigh of relief when it starts to calm.

Yuuji grabs a fresh roll of gauze and wraps it around your leg before looking up at you to see how you’re faring, only to notice you’ve completely zoned out in an attempt to ignore the lingering pain. You unintentionally flinch when his palm rests against your cheek, his face much closer to yours than it was only seconds prior. 

“Does it still hurt?” His eyebrows furrow when you nod, swiping at the lone tear that attempts to roll down your complexion, “I know how to fix it!”

Just as quickly Yuuji leans back down until he’s hovering over your bandaged leg, pressing a feather-like kiss to the clean gauze, “My mom always said to me as a kid that a kiss makes everything better.”

You can’t quell the giggles that erupt from your throat, heart swelling at just how genuine the man in front of you is, “That’s awfully cheesy.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” He’s moved back up so that his face is level with yours, an undeniable spark drawing him closer and closer until his nose brushes over yours yet again, “You know, Yuuji, my lips are hurting real bad too.”

With a chuckle he reaches his large palm around to cradle the back of your neck, sending your own words right back at you, “ That’s awfully cheesy .”

There’s no telling who kisses who first, but it really doesn’t matter. What does matter is just how soft and plush his mouth feels when it's eagerly pressing against yours. You can’t recall the last time you’ve kissed somebody, but even that’s irrelevant now as your lips move in a dance reserved for two. 

Yuuji pulls back with much reluctance though, his breath still very much intermingled with yours, “If you want to, uh, keep going, my bedroom would be a lot more comfortable.”

“I am starting to lose feeling in my ass from the toilet seat,” You jester, followed by a squeal when Yuuji lifts you by your thighs. His strength is admirable, the way he’s able to keep you upright with only one of your legs curled at his waist, the injured one dangling helplessly.

He brings you to his bedroom that you had passed through earlier to reach the bathroom, body meeting the mattress with a soft bounce. While he rounds his large bed to flicker on some lights, you shimmy upwards until you’re leaning on his array of soft pillows. 

“What brand of mattress is this? It’s so nice.” You ask out of the blue as he crawls over your frame, weight dipping into the plush material.

Yuuji shakes his head with a breathless laugh, “How about we test it out and you can see if you like it after.”

He cuts you off with another brief kiss before you can respond, his lips upturned into an amused smile as he does so. Just as you reach up to rake your fingers through his pink locks, he pecks your lips once, twice before blurting out, “You know, you’re really cute.”

“Look who’s talking.” You can feel the assortment of metaphorical butterflies fluttering in your stomach as your mouth molds over his again. Everything is so right in this moment that all the wrongs of the few hours prior melt away from your thoughts. 

All you can focus on is the way Yuuji’s lips coax yours open until his warm tongue meets yours; in the same vein one of his large palms cups at the back of your thigh to encourage your unscathed leg to curl around his lower waist. This allows you to feel his cock pressing perfectly against your clothed cunt, growing harder and bigger with every passing second. 

You release a low moan into his mouth when he instinctively chases the addicting friction rolling his hips brings, all while you’re digging the heel of your foot into his back. This is new territory for you, hooking up with somebody so soon after meeting, you don’t really–

“I don’t really do this kind of thing.” Yuuji speaks aloud what you’re already thinking, pulling back to catch his breath, “It might sound ridiculous, but I really like you already, I’m willing to go further if you want but if you also don’t want to that’s okay too, we could always watch a movie or–”

“We can watch a movie after you fuck me.” 

The way the man above you halts in his tracks as he processes your bluntness makes your nose scrunch in amusement, reaching down to tug at the hem of his loose tee to emphasize your point. He lets you pull the fabric up and over his head, exposing just how well-built he truly is. It makes sense, remembering earlier when Yuuji named all of the sports he’s partaken in throughout the years like it was a grocery list. That, along with his work in the fire department, are a perfect combination for his defined body. 

You’re not ashamed to let your fingers wander along the muscular frame, squeezing the planes of his chest with a teasing smirk. He wipes said smirk off your lips just as fast when he leans down and kisses you with an ignited fervor, your toes curling from the intensity.

Although you’ve only known him for way less than a day , every fluid motion between the two of you comes off so naturally, with such ease. There’s no uncomfortable anticipation, no over the top expectations, both of you are just following each other’s pace as though you’re waltzing along a freshly waxed dance floor. 

Lost in the throes of passion, you fail to notice the hand that slips underneath your blouse, eagerly reaching for your bra-clad breasts. It's not until the pads of his fingers cup at the soft and supple skin that your breath catches in your throat. You’re quick to detach your lips from his if it means that he can discard your top for easier access, which he does with little hesitation. 

“Did you wear this pretty bra for your date?” Yuuji asks, tracing the intricate lace design as he patiently waits for your response.

You nod slowly, “Y-Yeah.”

“Well…” He hums before curling his fingers around one of the cups, releasing your left breast from its confines, “I’m really glad they didn’t show.”

The next time your lips separate, it's to let out an elongated moan at the feeling of his mouth latching hard to your pebbled nipple. Your back arches towards his eager tongue, the pink muscle swirling around your sensitive bud before being replaced with his teeth , “Hmph– Yuuji –”

Not wanting to leave your other breast neglected, he uses the hand that’s not propping him up to squeeze and toy with the malleable flesh. All while you drag your own fingers through his disheveled locks, pulling at the pink strands whenever a spike of pleasure flows through your body. He doesn’t linger on your nipple for too long, releasing it with an audible pop before exploring the expanse of your chest and leaving bruises in his wake.

“If I do anything you don’t like…” Yuuji murmurs against your skin, “Don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?”

“Okay.” When you confirm that you’ve heard his words loud and clear, he resumes marking up your breasts with his plush lips. At the same time, he begins to drag the pads of his fingers down your body until he reaches the waistline of your pants.

He’s dexterous with his fingers, undoing the metal button with ease before dipping further down towards your soaked panties. You whine pathetically when he swirls a digit once, twice, three times over your clothed clit, bucking your hips shamelessly into his slight touch. 

“Can I take these off?” Yuuji brings his head up until its level with your own, brown eyes searching yours to gauge how you’re feeling. 

You’ve hardly even been touched and the expression on your face is already debauched, half-lidded eyes and kiss-swollen lips. That doesn’t matter though, you need more , “ Please .”

It takes you by surprise when Yuuji shuffles away from you, knees dipping into the mattress between your legs. He reaches for your gauzed leg, carefully rolling your bunched up pants down until the material settles back over your covered wound. 

“I’d try and be more, uh, sexy about this…” Yuuji laughs, a light coat of pink dusting his cheeks, “But I really don’t want to accidentally hurt you, ya know? I think that’d ruin the mood a lot quicker.”

Is it fucked up to be thankful for the fire that set your apartment ablaze? You wonder as you watch the man in front of you, who you never would have even met had it not been for the incident, carefully slide your pants down until the fabric pools at your feet. He discards them to the hardwood floor, cock twitching in his pants when his eyes hone in on the dark patch that’s stained your pretty little panties. 

Anticipation courses through your veins, impatiently wiggling your hips in a desperate attempt to emphasize the still adorned material. Yuuji picks up on it thankfully, removing the dainty fabric from your lower half with much less elegance than your pants. None of that truly matters though, not when he’s gliding back up your figure to slant his lips over yours, fingers zealously mapping out the exterior of your exposed, glistening folds. 

His tongue licks into your warm mouth while concurrently pushing a single digit inside your equally hot cunt, chuckling at the way your breath hitches in your throat. It's nearly impossible to focus on kissing when he’s sliding his finger in and out of your tight hole, curling upwards in an attempt to press against that one specific spot.

“Oh fuck, please, hnng– more –” You beg and plead without an ounce of shame, rolling your hips to the ebb and flow of his thick fingers. Yuuji had inserted his ring finger right alongside his middle with haste, further stretching you out to eventually accommodate something much bigger. A familiar coil is winding itself tighter and tighter in your abdomen, threatening to burst given enough stimulation.

“ Yeah? More? God, you’re taking my fingers so well,” He praises, lining your jaw with open-mouth kisses, “I’m gonna be blunt, I can’t stop thinking about how you’ll handle my cock instead.”

From the filthy words spewing from his tongue to the way he’s fucking you on his thick fingers, all you need is that final push to send you over the edge. You chase after that final push, attempting to guide your hips forward until your clit presses against the heel of his palm, “Yuuji, I’m so close– ”

“You can do it, cum for me.” He croons, his saccharine tone a stark contrast to the way his fingers pull out of your heat only to roughly swirl the digits against the once neglected bud. 

It’s almost instantaneous the way your orgasm crashes over you, flooding your entire body from head to toe. Yuuji attempts to drown out your moans with his mouth urgently pressed to yours, swallowing every sweet noise you give him as you ride out your high. You’ve never been able to achieve climax this quickly, let alone at all with previous partners; if it was humanly possible there’d be hearts dancing in your irises when you look at the man who brought you to said climax.

“You okay?” He uses the hand that wasn’t buried inside of you to stroke along the side of your complexion, “That was so damn hot, by the way.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I’ll be even greater once you take those pants off.”

“Aye aye, captain.” Yuuji chuckles, rolling over onto his back as he fumbles with the buttons on his slacks, tongue poking past his lips in concentration. 

This allows you to lift yourself up, watching as he tosses them aside and makes quick work of his briefs too. There’s a dark patch on the deep red fabric where the head of his cock oozes with pre-cum; just from the outline alone you can already gauge just how big he really is.

Yuuji’s eyes flutter shut when he removes his briefs, shuddering at the cool breeze that whips across his warm, thick shaft. It’s not until a sudden presence near his legs has him peeling his eyelids back to see you between them, “What are– oh!” 

Wasting as little time as possible, you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and bring the swollen head to your pouty, eager mouth. Your tongue lolls out past parted lips, experimentally gathering his salty pre-cum on your taste buds while snickering at Yuuji’s longing expression – furrowed eyebrows, cheeks flushed, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

It’s truly a sight, but one you can’t spend too long gazing at, opting to focus on his girthy, long shaft instead. You continue to tease him with kitten licks to the hot skin, tracing the occasional vein as you explore the expanse of his cock with your tongue. Even going as far as to toy with the seam of his large balls, devouring every gasp or moan that Yuuji gives you in return. 

He winds up reaching forwards with a shaky hand when you finally sink your mouth down on his cock, fingers resting on your scalp while you adjust to the stretch, “Don’t – don’t go too fast, please .”

You hum in acknowledgment, amused at his sharp intake of breath from the vibrations alone. The pace you begin with is pain-stakingly slow, taking him further and further until the pink head hovers at the back of your throat. There’s still a couple inches remaining that just won’t fit , choosing to curl your soft fingers around what’s left instead.

The rhythm you bob up and down on his cock is perfect for the pink-haired male, mouth wrapped so prettily around him while your tongue continues to drag over his prominent veins. A culmination of pre-cum and saliva spills past your lips, creating a makeshift lubrication for you to squeeze and stroke at the base of his cock. 

“Just like that, perfect–” Yuuji praises, trying his damndest not to buck his hips into your tight throat, “You look so hot with a mouth full of cock, I wanna paint your face with my cum so bad .”

Fuck , you’d let him too, let this man make a canvas out of your complexion with his seed. You wouldn’t even mind if he came down your throat, pumping ropes of hot cum into your stomach. You consider it too, quickening your pace and suctioning your cheeks harder to create an even tighter hole. The satisfaction that comes with it is unmatched, Yuuji’s nails clawing into the comforter as his legs begin to shake with an impending release.

“ Shit–” He curses, tossing his head back into the array of pillows as he throws caution to the wind and recklessly bucks up into your waiting mouth. You can’t quell the way you sputter around his thick length when his head taps the back of your throat, fat, salty tears distorting your vision.

Just when you think he’s going to cum, you’re frantically lifted off of his throbbing cock with an audible pop. Your eyes immediately snap up to his, a bit perplexed on why he stopped himself so suddenly. 

“As much as I wanted to, I really want to fuck you more.” He admits with a wobbly smile, “Can I still?” 

“That’s more than okay with me,” You laugh, but it's cut off with a high-pitched squeal when Yuuji reverses your positions.

He’s meticulous with you as he flips you onto your back, making sure not to inflict any damage to your already wounded leg, “Let me take you out on a date tomorrow night, are you free?”

“Usually you ask someone on a date before you’re about to fuck them.” You tease, fingers playing with the baby hairs at the back of his neck as he hovers over you.

Yuuji snickers, brushing the tip of his nose against your cheek, “That’s not a no.”

“How about…” You pull at his locks, forcing his eyes to make contact with yours, “You make me cum again and I’ll say yes.”

“Easy.” 

For the upteempth time that night his lips lock onto yours, this time while his hips roll forward and drag his length over your wet heat. The head of his cock taps at your swollen clit, your soft mewls spilling into his ever eager mouth.

“Be careful…” You mumble when Yuuji reaches down and slips the head between your folds, not quite sliding inside yet, “S’ pretty big .”

“Yeah, okay,” He nods seriously, partially listening to you while also entranced at the feeling of his cock catching on your tight little hole. 

The stretch is much more manageable than you anticipated when he starts to sheathe himself inside of you, most likely due to your prior orgasm. In fact it's a welcome, pleasant sort of feeling as he fills you up inch by inch. Yuuji shudders above you when he bottoms out, hips flush to yours while trying desperately not to cum already . His face buries itself in your neck, lips and teeth toying with the unlittered skin to focus on anything but your warm cunt. Your gummy walls cling to him so perfectly though, feeling almost every throbbing vein that decorates his cock.

Your patience has long since thinned out, curling your one leg at his waist and digging the heel of your foot into his lower back, “Come onnn, fuck me.”

“Didn’t anyone teach you–” Yuuji starts to speak, drawing his hips back until only the head is still lodged inside of you, “–that patience is a virtue–”

The both of you moan in sync when he thrusts back into you to the hilt, bearing matching expressions as he picks his head up to look at you. Your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip, you nod as a silent plea for him to move .

“If I cum in sixty seconds it's on you, and this greedy little cunt.” He finally sets a rhythm, thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. It’s not as fast as you’d prefer, but there’s little to complain about when he’s bucking into you hard . 

Your fingernails dig into the meat of his shoulders, pulling him down to you for another breathtaking kiss. Yuuji gasps into your mouth when you attempt to match his pace, rolling your hips up to meet his every thrust. This creates a delicious friction against your clit as it brushes over his pelvic bone over and over, bringing you closer and closer to achieving your second orgasm.

One would think the two of you have known each other much longer than a single evening, what with the way your bodies mold against one another as you chase after your climaxes. The way Yuuji angles his hips so that the head of his cock brushes over your g-spot with every thrust, the way you constrict your walls against his thick shaft to draw out hearty moans from his lips. Man , are you ever so thankful for the person who failed to show up on your blind date hours prior, had they not you wouldn’t be getting fucked within an inch of your sanity .

“I’m getting close , shit, I told you I wouldn’t last long – ” Yuuji pants above you, his pace quickening as he greedily chases his impending release. He doesn’t forget what you two spoke about prior though, gliding his thick fingers down to rub harsh circles at your clit. It’s not just to secure that date, rather he wants to watch you fall apart again with the smug satisfaction that he’s the reason.

Your back arches from the stimulation, crying out his name like a mantra as you feel your own orgasm coming to fruition. Just as you’re about to cum though, Yuuji’s hits him first and it hits him hard . His eyes roll back into his skull as he pumps ropes of hot, white fluids into your cunt, your walls milking him for every last drop. All while your own orgasm fizzles away like a candle being prematurely extinguished. 

“I’m, fuck, I’m sorry.” His breath is shaky as he realizes that not only did you not cum, he unintentionally edged you. 

You shake your head with a light smile, using your hand to wipe at the sweat that accumulated on his forehead, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Nuh uh,” Yuuji pulls out of you, hissing at his now overly sensitive cock before rolling onto his back, “Come ‘ere, sit on my face.”

“It’s okay, I’ll still go on that date with you, it was only a joke–” 

“Doesn’t matter, come here .”

Your face feels hot as you succumb to his pleas, digging your knees into the plush mattress on each side of his head with bated breath. Yuuji’s large palms settle on your ass while your fingers curl over the metal headboard. This position leaves your lower half entirely exposed to his gaze; he’s able to watch as his own cum leaks from between your legs, threatening to spill onto his complexion at any given moment.

He doesn't allow it to happen, rather doesn’t give it a chance as he pushes you down onto his waiting tongue. A debauched concoction of his cum and yours floods his taste buds and you’re almost embarrassed until he moans wantonly into your cunt. 

One of your hands reaches for his hair, seeking purchase in his pink locks as he sets a brutal pace of eating you out. Yuuji refuses to let any of you remain untouched by his wicked mouth, licking into your cum-stuffed hole, sucking fervently at your folds, latching his lips around your clit.

All while you’re clenching your thighs around the sides of his face, effectively trapping him in place as that fire that had been put out in your lower abdomen previously returns with a new flaming intensity. Peeking down at him below, his eyes are already set on you, appearing amused as he watches your visage contort with pleasure. 

“I’m close, I’m so close again, how are you so good at this–!” You babble mindlessly, grinding your hips down as you chase your impending climax. He doesn’t let up for even a second , instead pushing two fingers deep inside of you as he focuses his mouth solely on your sensitive clit. 

Yuuji coaxes your orgasm out of you with the overabundant stimulation, drinking your release like it's the freshest spring water he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. Your fingernails must have dug crescent-shaped indents on his scalp from how hard you were latching onto him, grounding yourself as you rode out your end. One thing’s for certain, your throat is definitely hoarse from the way you cried out around his mouth, chanting his name for the neighbors to hear. For them to know exactly who gave you such an intense climax. 

You’re thankful he still has an ounce of energy coursing through his veins as he gently lifts you off of his face and lays you back down onto the bed. Yuuji pecks your lips twice, a euphoric glint in his irises as he looks down at you, “Now you have to go on that date with me.”

“I told you I was already going to–!” He cuts you off with a longer kiss this time; you’re able to taste yourself on his mouth but it doesn’t bother you in the slightest. 

“Stay here,” Yuuji hops off of the bed, scrambling to his dresser where he pulls out a fresh set of briefs to throw on, “Do you want some water? I’m gonna get a towel too.”

You nod, “Yeah that sounds good, could I borrow a shirt as well?”

“Of course.” He shoots you a toothy grin before rummaging through a different drawer, tossing a burgundy colored one your way.

As he heads for the kitchen to grab some glasses of water, you unfurl the tee, holding it up in front of you to see what’s scrawled across it. ‘Tokyo Fire Department’ is written in bold letters along with their logo, but it's the name that’s printed across it that has your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. 

“ITADORI” is written in bold, black letters, isn’t that the last name of who you were supposed to meet?

You immediately roll out of bed and search for your pants, sliding your nearly dead phone out of the front pocket. It’s at 2% now, on the brink of death, but it's all you need to tap into your messages and see the same name sent to you by your mother. Not only that, but you used the name Itadori when you texted your blind date on their whereabouts. The message that still hasn’t actually been sent.

“Here ya go,” Yuuji returns shortly after you put on his shirt, setting the glasses on his nightstand, “Can you lean back for me?”

You decide it's now or never to bring it up, now being while he’s in the middle of wiping between your legs with a damp towel, “Yuuji, is your last name Itadori?”

“Yeah, why–”

“Do you have any siblings?”

“No?” He finishes cleaning you off, one eyebrow cocked up as he waits to see what you’re getting at.

You can’t believe this, what are the odds ?! “Did your dad mention anything about a blind date to you recently?”

“He did, actually–” His brown eyes widen at the realization, “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” 

“Wait!” Yuuji pounces on top of you, almost like he’s afraid you’ll abscond at this new development, “I-I didn’t, I was called into work last minute and forgot all about it – are you seriously the one my old man was trying to set me up with?!”

The laughter that finally bubbles up and spills over your lips is a relief to the man above you, “My mom, she is always trying to match me up with her friend’s kids, I usually say no but I thought if I said yes this one time she’d leave me alone–”

“And then I never showed up.” Yuuji cuts you off, “I can’t believe I’ve been roasting myself this whole night, talking about how your date’s missing out…” 

He lets out his own series of chuckles, shaking his head from the absurdity of it all, “My phone’s been off all night too, I usually keep it off while I’m working to avoid distractions.”

“That’s why my text never sent.” You show him the message right before your phone decides to kick the bucket, “That’s your number, right?”

“It is,” Yuuji confirms, leaning closer towards you as you toss the dead device aside, “I’m going to take you on the best date of your life tomorrow, mark my words.”

After the evening you’ve had within the confines of his apartment, you don’t doubt that, in fact for the first time in a long time, you’re looking forward to the date.

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disobedience || fushiguro megumi

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Female!Reader 

Warnings: Smut (18+), Overstimulation, Degradation & Praise (yes both), Squirting, Brief Choking, Creampie, One Use of “Good Girl”

Word Count: 5.3k+

A/N: This fic is about three months in the making & it came to be cause Bean @redbeanteax​ sent me a spicy video from Twitter 🥴 I’m sorry it took me so long to finish writing this but its here! 💕 also the ending is super soft the fic took a mind of its own I just ran with it

 You would be the eventual death of him, Megumi thinks to himself when he takes a quick glance at his cell phone, watching as it illuminates with a photo message notification from you. His cheeks heat up at the photograph on his screen, peering around the table to see if anyone’s paying direct attention to him. Thankfully, Yuuji and Nobara are none the wiser as they argue over some trivial thing while devouring their breakfast. 

It’s not even anything inherently explicit that his eyes couldn’t quite look away from; your lips hovered over a red, round lollipop, eyes looking directly into the front camera. Underneath it you sent a follow up message reading, “Early morning treat before a long day!” 

But it isn’t until he accidentally presses his thumb against the screen that the photo is exposed for being a live one, one of those features Megumi never really understood. He watches as you loll your tongue past parted lips and gather the sugary sphere between them, never letting your eyes waver from the lens. 

That’s what has Megumi urgently resting his phone face down on the glass table, now unable to get the mental image out of his head. He knows that you know exactly what you’re doing, and he gets the feeling that because it's only nine in the morning, that it's nowhere near the end of your little games. 

Worst of all, his two closest friends long since ended their bickering and are now idly staring at the flushed male, Nobara speaking up first, “Oi, you sick? Your face is bright red.”

“Maybe he’s thinking about his girlfriend- ouch!” Yuuji starts to taunt, singing your name with a teasing lilt until his teeth harshly meet his tongue, Megumi slamming his fist against the top of his head, “I was only joking!” 

“Are you two done eating? We promised to meet with the other higher-ups at Jujutsu Tech today.” The raven-haired male does his best attempt at erasing the suggestive images of you from his mind, bringing his attention back to the day ahead of him as he lifts himself from his seat. 

The other two follow suit, choosing to not risk any damage, or further damage in Yuuji’s case, to themselves at the expense of Megumi’s quick to fluster attitude. Besides, it seemed whatever notification he received this morning was doing the job just fine. 

Speaking of which, you snicker to yourself when your message shifts from delivered to read, not expecting a response from your long-term partner in the first place. You’re fully aware of the busy day he has ahead of him, but you’re hoping that the few surprises you have up your sleeve keeps him on his toes. 

Both of you have been busy as of late, what with travels to exorcise special-grades and both of your respective duties, yours as an educator at Jujutsu Tech and Megumi’s as the head of the Zen’in clan, it leaves little time for relaxing. It leaves even less time for extraneous activities, hell the last time anything remotely sexual occured you both received frantic calls about a break-in at the school. 

The supposed “break-in” turned out to be one of the first-years slipping into the main building to grab something they had forgotten the afternoon prior; you can vaguely remember feeling the irritation radiating off of your boyfriend the entire way back to your small apartment, up until he threw himself into bed and fell asleep. 

It's been about a week since that incident and you were reaching your breaking point, your sexual frustration nearly boiling over, so what better way to handle it than to incessantly tease the man you want until he gives it to you?

You’re about to type out a follow up message to your live photo when your students come bustling in from the hall, eager to hone their techniques and gain enough experience to be sent off on missions. In an attempt to multitask, you manage to write it out while greeting your students, directing your full attention to the small class once you’ve hit send.

“I went to grab a second lollipop but it seems like I’ve run out, do you have anything I can put in my mouth?”

Megumi’s left eye twitches as he reads this new text from you, any focus he once had on the meeting gone. Instead of listening to the elders discuss the budget, specifically how much the Zenin Clan would be donating, his mind is now thinking back to that image of your soft, plush lips wrapped around the sugary treat. Does he have anything he can put in your mouth- of course he does, and it's growing painfully hard in his slacks, fortunately shielded away underneath the wooden table. 

“Fushiguro? Do you have any critiques with the current layout of next year’s budget allocation?” His head snaps up from his lap, where his phone sits on his thigh, quickly realizing every pair of eyes are now on him. Some of them narrowed in his direction, others amused, either way he could feel the abashment crawling up his skin. 

Though a low snicker from across the table shifts the center of attention just as fast, “I’m sure that’s what he was quickly looking through, right Megumi?”

“Yeah,” He goes along with his old sensei’s aid, despite knowing that Gojou will in fact use this moment to cash in a favor in the foreseeable future, “There’s a few places that you’ve asked for more funding than usual, I’d like to know why.”

It wasn’t a complete lie, last night when he had thoroughly gone over the documents emailed to him, he noticed a few departments were asking for more funding than they had in previous years. Thankfully, that was enough to get them to stop glaring in his direction and answer his question. He didn’t need the elders finding any reason to view him as incompetent in his leadership position.

You’re going to get it, he declares in his head as the meeting drones on and on, until finally he scrawls his signature across multiple papers, agreeing to the final official budget. As he drops the pen onto the table and lifts himself from the chair, his stomach growls violently. 

“We’re going to head to the courtyard for lunch, you and your talking stomach coming?” Yuuji slaps his strong palm against Megumi’s back, fearlessly laughing at the glare he receives in return. 

Nonetheless he tags along, following behind his two friends as he takes a quick glimpse at his phone. Megumi’s unsure though if he should be relieved or disappointed when his notifications turn up empty, not having heard from you since that one message an hour ago. It’s probably for the best, given the disgusting imagery he had to come up with earlier to get his cock to stop straining against the fabric of his pants. 

By the time the three of them reach the courtyard he’s shifted his attention to Yuuji and Nobara’s conversation, which turns out to be a ridiculous argument about whether or not one of the elders from the meeting has a sugar baby. He’s about to call the both of them idiots when a familiar voice shouts his name. 

“Megumi! Hey!” Your arm raises to catch his eye, waving him over to accompany you. The immediate flush that scatters along his cheeks isn’t missed by you when he, along with the other two, gather around the table, “Are you guys having lunch now?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go check out the vending machines,” Yuuji thumbs at the ones on the other side of the enclosure before trailing off, Nobara on his trail as she declares the same thing.

Which leaves Megumi to seat himself at your side, snatching one of your sushi rolls between his fingers, “How are your students doing?”

“Really good!” You pick up on the small talk, quickly realizing that he’s avoiding the elephant in the room; two could play at that game, “They’re getting better at their techniques day by day, how was the budget meeting?”

“It was fi-!” He cuts himself off with a low gasp when he feels your dainty fingers rest on his upper left thigh, applying the slightest pressure only inches away from where his cock starts to stir.

With a small tilt, your devious eyes meet his, “Are you okay?”

“What kinda game are you-”

“Oi Megumi! Y/N!” He’s cut off once again, this time by Nobara who’s returned to the table, “We’re going to the food trucks downtown instead, you guys wanna come?” 

“Ah, I have to get back to my class, but I’ll see you at home later?” Your lips meet the warm skin of his cheek briefly before you pack up your things, letting Nobara know as well you wouldn’t be able to join them. Megumi’s eyes follow your trail, watching your soft figure sway as you head back inside the school. 

A part of him is nearly tempted to chase after you and shove you into the nearest closet, shed you of your clothes and show you just how much your little teasing antics are affecting him. Instead, he maintains the small sliver of self control he still holds and lets your silhouette disappear into the building. 

“You coming or what?” Nobara impatiently clicks her tongue, arms crossed over her chest as she waits for Megumi to stop staring at where you once stood. With a shake of his head he follows his friends on their impromptu trip downtown, unable to get you out of his mind for longer than a couple minutes at a time. 

Meanwhile, you’re heading back to your classroom with a shit-eating grin along your lips, thinking back to the flustered expression on your boyfriend’s face. His cheeks had turned so pink, eyes dilating before they had promptly narrowed at you for your relentless teasing. If he thinks that you have nothing else up your sleeve, then he’s thoroughly mistaken.

It’s the late afternoon by the time you can set your final plan into motion, the sun already starting to cast itself away for the remaining hours of the day. Megumi sent you a single text only a few minutes ago, asking when you’d be home and if you’d like to order takeout. 

Aligning your phone to the locker room body mirror, you snap a posed photo and quickly scan it over before sending it his way, “Staying a little late to do some extra practice with the kids, maybe eat something before I get home? I can offer you dessert ;)”

Phone buzzing at his side, Megumi lifts the device from the couch and immediately notices the thumbnail of a photograph in the notification. Thankfully, he’s within the comfort of his small home this time, having finished his responsibilities for the day. So he taps on the screen and watches as your body comes into full view. 

Adorning a tight sports bra, one hand holds the phone while the other’s hooked into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down just enough that he can see your lacy panties. It's not the most explicit image you’ve sent him, but with the events of today looping through his mind it's enough. Enough to have him aggressively type out a response, “Be home in the next hour, it's not a suggestion.”

“Hook, line, and sinker.” You grin to yourself, stashing your phone away and turning towards your students, “I’ll be here to help for half an hour, after that you’re on your own for the rest of the day.”

A part of you wants to be late, as the last nail in the coffin to solidify your expected evening, but you stick to your newly hatched plan: open the front door exactly an hour from when he texted you last. So you do exactly that, standing outside your shared apartment door while watching the seconds tick by on your phone. 

You’re not entirely sure why your heart is stammering in your chest, maybe it's the day’s worth of anticipating eating away at you. When the minute shifts to the next, marking an hour, you immediately shove your key into the lock and twist it open, pushing the door open.

“Honey I’m-!” You don’t get the chance to finish your cheesy exclamation, your back being slammed into the now closed front door, “Megumi-”

“Are you happy? Is this what you wanted?” His eyes are narrowed as they meet yours, one arm resting above your head and the other pressing your body flush to his own. This close proximity allows you to feel his cock straining against his sweats, having changed out of his usual outerwear. 

Yes, you think to yourself, a satisfactory grin slowly inching across your complexion. This is exactly what you wanted and you weren’t going to take it for granted, leaning in until your nose brushes over his. Just as you’re about to kiss him though, a large palm suddenly reaches up and grabs at your throat, rendering you unable to move.

“That’s not how this is gonna go,” Megumi keeps his grip on you tight, but not enough to cause physical harm, “You think you can toy with me and get away with it? I’ve been hard all day because of you, with your little photos and flirty texts...”

Your breath hitches in your throat when he leans closer to your face, his breath fanning over your parted lips, “...so you’re going to do what I say now, got it?”

He releases his hold, allowing you to nod slightly in understanding. Clicking his tongue, you can tell he’s dissatisfied with your silence, “Use your words.”

“Y-Yeah, got it-”

“Good, now put your arms around me and hold on.”

You hardly get a second to process what he’s said before you’re scooped up, legs instinctively curling around his waist and arms linking at his neck. Megumi’s large palms hold you up by your ass, teasingly squeezing the soft flesh as he guides the two of you to your bedroom. 

In the few years you’ve been with him, not once has he ever gotten so riled up from your antics, always maintaining some sort of composure. Of course, that didn’t mean he went easy on you every time, but the look in his eyes only moments earlier has you wondering just what you got yourself into this time. As his foot kicks the bedroom door open, you can’t quite quell the smile that grows on your lips in anticipation.

Your back suddenly meets the bed with an audible thud, fingers impatiently toying with the hem of your shirt, “Take this off.”

“Why don’t you do it, since you wanna be in charge?” The snarky words roll off your tongue before you can even think about it, feeling his grip tighten on the cheap fabric. 

So he does take it off of you, tearing the flimsy material in half from the bottom up until it settles at your sides. Your first instinct is to be mad at him destroying a comfy shirt you often used for training, but the wetness between your thighs says otherwise. 

“Keep talking, you won’t know how to anymore when I’m done with you.” Megumi looks up to see you gnawing at your bottom lip, biting back a response.

You almost want to talk back again, see just how much more you can push, but you’re quickly distracted by his hands wasting no time on completely undressing you. He yanks your leggings down both your legs, exposing those lace panties that made a special appearance in one of the photos you sent him earlier. The light color makes the damp spot very noticeable, Megumi’s eyes drawn to it like a moth to a flame. 

Tentatively, he brings two fingers to your covered folds, feeling your slick through your wet panties as he rocks his digits back and forth. Just as you’re about to buck your hips into his teasing touch, desperate for more stimulation, he layers his lean frame over you and captures your mouth in a toe-curling kiss.

You let out a sigh of content, allowing yourself to melt into him and the way his lips mold over yours over and over again. God, how much you missed this, your entire mind and body focused on your lover, no other care in the world. By the way he’s licking into your mouth, eager to glide his tongue over yours, you think he might feel the same relief. 

His lithe fingers never halt their ministrations, toying with you through the soaked lace. Your own hands reach up into his unruly locks, pulling at the dark strands and eliciting a low groan from his throat as it spills into your own. In retaliation, he tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth, eyelids peeling back so he can get a good look at your debauched complexion. 

It’s your pleading gaze, furrowed eyebrows, and soft whimpers that will ultimately be his undoing, Megumi thinks to himself before burying his nose into the crook of your neck. He finds himself so lost in your presence that he nearly forgets he’s supposed to be punishing you for earlier, that is until you roll your hips in search of friction. 

“You’re so needy,” He tuts before capturing your soft skin between his lips, sucking hard enough that a fresh bruise forms in his wake, “So wet too…”

“It’s your fault,” Your words are followed with a gasp, his fingers gliding up to rub one - two circles to your neglected clit. Of course, it’s not enough for you, none of it is and he’s fully aware of that. 

Megumi pulls his head back once more to look at you, “My fault? You did this to yourself.”

All at once his body heat no longer radiates against your skin, having lifted himself off the mattress entirely. Following suit, you sit up and track his movements, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You watch as he grabs at the hem of his sweater, stripping himself of the material before letting it settle on the floor. 

“What are you-” 

“Come ‘ere.” Megumi does wind up getting back onto the bed, leaning his shoulder blades against the wooden headboard with his legs spread, two fingers curling to beckon you over. 

You listen right away, much to his surprise, crawling across the king-sized mattress until you’re between his toned calves. He lifts his hand once more and twirls his index finger in a swivel motion; if you look close enough you can see the beginning of a smirk form on his lips. 

Just as your front faces the bedroom door, two strong hands grab at your hips and pull, your back meeting Megumi’s chest with an audible thud. His legs immediately wrap themselves around your own, locking you into place. Despite his thinner physique, it’d be a struggle for you to escape from his grasp now. Not that you’d want to anyways. 

“I forgot about these.” He toys with the hem of your panties to signal what he’s referring to, pulling it back only to let it snap back into place against your warm skin. 

There’s a slight pause in his movements, almost as if he’s contemplating his next move. You nearly snicker to yourself thinking about how concentrated he must look behind you. Any laughter dies in your throat the moment he uses both hands to tear the lace down the middle, effectively rendering you bare from the waist down. 

“That was rude, Megumi- oh!” Your back arches, head nestling into the crook of his neck as he wastes no time in exploring your freshly exposed cunt. Two fingers dip past your wet folds, crooking up until one digit just barely brushes over your clit, “Please-”

“Do you ever shut up?” His voice is so close to your ear now, lips within close proximity to your cartilage. When you don’t respond, your boyfriend laughs, “Good girl.”

Your complexion feels warm at the sudden, unexpected praise, having only received snappy remarks from the raven-haired man all evening. It’s your fault anyways, you tend to speak your mind without regard. Megumi’s used to it by now, but something about you obeying his half-assed order has his cock twitching in his sweatpants. 

His praise is followed by one finger dipping inside, feeling your hot walls let him in with no resistance. Picking up on that, he croons in your ear, “I could fuck you right now and your slutty hole would take me so easily, hm?”

“That’s too bad,” Megumi pushes the digit further in, curling it just enough to brush against that spongy spot inside of you, “Cause you won’t be getting anything until you give me what I want.”

“And what is that?” Your voice comes out breathless and that’s probably because you are. The only thing running through your head is anticipation, wanting to know what he’s going to say next.

His ring finger joins his middle inside of your heat as he starts a slow pace of fucking you on them, “I want...you to cum for me.”

Megumi pushes as deep as his fingers can go, dragging out a constant stream of low mewls from your parted lips. You attempt to roll your eager cunt into his palm, but he keeps you flush to his frame by digging his fingernails into your waist. There’ll be crescent-shaped indents along your skin that will bring warmth to your cheeks at the memory come morning.

His cock is perfectly nestled at your lower back, hard and in desperate search of some kind of friction, especially after your relentless teasing today. But right now it’s not about him, it’s about getting you back for said teasing. Megumi won’t be satisfied until you’re only able to speak in single syllables. 

You’re already heading there, only whispering out pleas but for what you’re not even sure. Every thrust of his long, strong digits drags you closer and closer to the deep end, so lost in the pleasure you can barely even hear the obscene wet noises that are coming from between your legs. 

“Being so good for me…” Megumi removes his hand from your side, ghosting up your body until he reaches your cheek. With a slight push he’s able to lock his lips over yours, your cries spilling down his throat as he refuses to let up his brutal pace. 

You whine shamelessly when his fingers suddenly slide out, but he’s quick to make up for it with the tight circles he starts rubbing against your clit. The hand that was pressed to your cheek slides back down, opting to squeeze at your neglected breasts. 

“Fuck,” He yanks the thick material down, allowing one of them to spill out of the bra enough that he can toy with your hardened nipples, “If you weren’t such a tease, practically begging me to fuck you all day, I would’ve remembered to take off this stupid bra.”

Almost as though he’s punishing you for it, he gathers your nipple between his thumb and index finger and pulls hard at the taut skin, eliciting a gasp of his name from your kiss-swollen lips, “Megumi, I- oh god!”

“There’s no gods here, just you and me...that’s it, cum for me.” The speed at which he’s rubbing your clit is too fast for you to comprehend, your orgasm suddenly cresting over you with no prior warning. Almost like a streak of lightning on a sunny day.

As your body trembles with your climax, Megumi thrusts two fingers back inside of you, pleased at the way your walls twitch from the constant stimulation. Your eyes snap open when you realize he’s still going, attempting to give you another orgasm.

“Too much, I-I can’t-!” A shrill cry escapes you, interrupting your pleas of protest as he drives his fingertips into your g-spot time and time again.

“It’s okay if you can’t cum for me again, baby,” He coos, his saccharine words a direct contrast to the way he’s fucking you on his fingers with little remorse, “I’ll just go in and get it myself.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, head lazily leaning into his upper chest. Any strength you once had is gone; your figure feels like putty in his hands to do as he pleases. So he does, alternating between fingering your abused cunt and rubbing your clit, his cock throbbing with every sweet moan you reward him with. 

With your head lolled to the side, it gives Megumi perfect access to the expanse of your neck and he’s able to continue what he started earlier. His tongue drags along the still fresh bruises as he seeks out untouched skin, your body unconsciously swaying towards his touches. 

One hand halts its ministrations, the one that had been previously playing with your breasts, and joins his lips at your throat. The pads of his fingertips then squeeze, cutting off your air supply temporarily. This doesn’t stop the onslaught of moans however, only they come out ragged as he deprives you of oxygen. 

“I felt that,” Megumi references the way your cunt clenched around his fingers, seemingly more turned on from how he’s choking you, “You’re so filthy, my filthy little slut.”

“Yours.” You mimic when he releases his tight grip, allowing the air to flow through your lungs once more, “I’m yours-!”

Not a single thought flows through your head, so entirely overwhelmed by all five senses that all you can do is buck into his touch with reckless abandon. The smell of sex permeating the bedroom, his hands touching your burning hot body, the sound of your cries and his labored breath, the taste of blood gathering on your tongue from gnawing at your bottom lip too hard, and the sight of veins protruding from his overexerted arm as he brings you to your second climax.

He doesn’t stop your lower half from moving anymore, but rather uses the bottom of his calloused palm to rub at your clit while his fingers tighten that coil in your abdomen. It feels much different this time, much more intense as you reach that peak. 

Meanwhile Megumi’s own head is foggy, consumed by taking in every little sound or movement you make. A part of him feels guilty that you thought riling him up was the only way to get him into bed with you again, when in actuality he’s just been so busy. The last thing he wants you to think is that he no longer desires you, no longer cares for you, no longer loves you. 

“I love you,” He murmurs unexpectedly, to both you and him, and the words sound nearly foreign from his lips. How long has it been since he reminded you of that?

There’s no time to dwell on that though as his words are the catalyst that sets off your second orgasm, vision fading white as you thrash against his worn out fingers. Your fingernails dig into his thigh; if he wasn’t still wearing pants you definitely would have torn through his skin. All the while your release bursts out of you, squirting all over the bed sheets and even the hardwood flooring. 

Much to your relief, he retracts his fingers and allows you to rest against him when your orgasm subsides. You take the time to settle down, calm your heart that feels like it's about to burst past your ribcage. After a few long, deep breaths you speak up, “I love you, too.”

It feels like ages since you’ve gotten to look at Megumi’s face, turning yourself in his lap until your nose brushes over his. He pecks your lips once - twice before talking, “I hope I wasn’t too harsh on you.”

“I liked it.” You admit, cheeks growing warm at the admission. 

A small chuckle rolls off his tongue, “Oh yeah? Good to know.”

When a short, but comfortable silence fills the room your eyes glance down, only to be met with the outline of his cock and a large, dark stain on the front of his sweats. Following your line of sight, Megumi quickly picks up on what you’re focused on and shakes his head, “It’s fine-”

“Nuh uh, pull those pants down now.”

He can’t quell the blush that spreads across his complexion when put on the spot, rolling the thick wool down his thighs until his cock springs free and slaps at his abdomen. Pre-cum stains the dark pink head, trailing down his long shaft. You unintentionally lick your lips at the sight, lying your thighs on each side of his. 

“What are you- mmph, oh-” Those tight walls that once clenched around his fingers are now constricting around his aching cock, taking him all the way to the hilt. 

You can’t help but giggle at the quick swap of positions, throwing your arms around his neck before experimentally rolling your hips, “Go easy on me, yeah? I’m still recovering from the best orgasm of my life.”

“Of course.” Megumi says with an amused lilt in his tone, but he’s more so focused on not cumming within thirty seconds of being inside of you. Spending the entire day with his cock hard on and off really didn’t do him any favors, making it extra difficult to not spill his load when your gummy walls cling to him so well.

His hands rest on your pert ass, guiding you up and down his length as his eyes hardly waver from yours. That’s until he leans up and kisses you, picking up the slow pace the closer he gets to his own orgasm. 

Your dainty fingers run through his unruly locks, bringing him impossibly closer to you as you help him chase his much needed release. This is what you missed, feeling so intimate with the man you love. There’s no complaints about the way he absolutely ruined you only minutes ago, but feeling your chest pressed to his while your heartbeats are nearly in sync just brings you absolute euphoria. 

“‘M gonna cum.” He grunts into your mouth, eyebrows furrowing as he tries desperately to keep up with his thrusts, each one another push over the edge. 

All it takes is a nod from you for him to slam your hips down to his and spill every drop of cum inside of your eager hole. You milk him dry, taking pump after pump until he’s settled down. He releases a few low moans as he does so, clinging to your frame the entire time. 

“What’s today? Wednesday? I don’t know how I’m gonna train the kids tomorrow…” You think out loud as you slide off of Megumi’s softening cock, looking around the room in search of something to throw on. 

As you grab his oversized shirt and slip it over your head, Megumi’s reaching for your waist, “Call out, who cares.”

“Who’s gonna teach them then, huh?” You laugh, gesturing for him to get up so you can change the bedsheets. 

He pretends to think about it for a moment, “I’m sure Gojou-sensei wouldn’t mind annoying them, I’ll text him.”

“Don’t you have a busy day tomorrow too?”

“Not anymore,” He shrugs on some briefs before grabbing his phone, “I’ve decided we should spend the day together.”

When you don’t immediately respond, Megumi glances up from his screen to see you with the cheekiest grin plastered across your lips, “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything!” You drop the sheets onto the floor, throwing yourself into your lover’s arms with no hesitation, knowing that he’ll always catch you, “Let’s go to that nice diner for breakfast, the one with the amazing chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Sure.” The way your eyes gleam when they meet his is enough to make Megumi flustered all over again, reluctantly pulling out of your grasp to pick up the discarded linens, “First, laundry, you soaked these sheets.”

“Who’s fault is that?!” You throw your arms up dramatically before stomping out of the room to find fresh ones. Yeah, he thinks to himself, he truly does love you. 

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those nights || fushiguro megumi

Let’s test that resolve, Megumi thinks to himself as he walks a path he’s traveled one too many times, a road he once walked down alongside you, towards the place he used to call home.

Pairing: Assassin!Fushiguro Megumi x Female!Reader 

Warnings: Assassin’s Creed!AU, Smut (18+), Heavy Descriptions of Blood & Injury, Mention of Death, Nightmares, Vague Descriptions of Stitching up a Wound (Needles), A Little Angsty but Happy Ending, Creampie, Oral (Receiving)

Word Count: 8.6k+

A/N: This is a collab fic for Cherry’s @lacheri Moonlight Muse! The title of this fic is inspired by Those Nights by Bastille 💕 Please let me know your thoughts! Also a big thank you to @redbeanteax​ & @cellotonin​ for beta-reading for me!! 

The dense streets of Tokyo are bustling with life, solidifying itself as one of few cities in the world that never seems to sleep. Despite the time on Megumi’s phone reading 3:25AM,  a chaotic mix of tourists, drunks, and other young adults wander in search of their next adventure. Though there’s some who have in fact chosen to retire to their homes or hostels for the night, craving the comfort of their plush mattress and warm sheets. 

Megumi finds himself briefly envious of those who have a place to call a home, a sanctuary of sorts where they can truly relax and let their burdens roll off their tense shoulders. Though he quickly remembers that he made that decision, he chose to leave his home, to abandon his sanctuary for what he believed to be for the better. 

Whether it truly was for the better or not, he’ll continue to convince himself it was, especially on nights like these. Nights where the demons of loneliness crawl up his spine, digging their sharp claws into his mind and plaguing his thoughts with doubt, uncertainty, regret.

The sudden ringing of his phone drags him back into reality, to the dark, narrow alleyway he’s currently standing in, “What?”

“Don’t sound too excited to talk to me, Megumi, I might blush,” Gojo’s irritating voice comes through the receiver, “How did it go?”

“Fine.” The dark-haired male leans against the brick behind him, unbothered by the hardened clay damaging his leather jacket.

Gojo’s quiet laughter can be heard before he speaks again, “Fine? I asked you to get rid of one of the highest members of the Templars and it went fine?”

“Yeah– shit,” Megumi reaches down and curls his digits into the tender flesh of his upper thigh in a poor attempt to redistribute the pain from his injury. So maybe fine wasn’t the right word, but he wasn’t about to tell his mentor how he was pathetically stabbed in the leg by some drugged-up grunt after successfully fleeing the scene of the crime. 

The mission itself hadn’t been easy. It took a week of scouting and patrolling the underground train routes in search of their hideout, followed by another few weeks of observing each and every member’s hourly movements to gauge the prime opportunity to attack. 

Megumi had grown so used to casting himself in the shadows that daylight was almost a foreign concept to him, but after nearly a month the mission was over. He’d leapt out of the dark corner of the room and sentenced one of the Templar’s notorious kingpins to death with his hidden blade, a weapon one receives when they become an Assassin. 

After taking down the few other members who attempted to avenge their lifeless boss, he absconded back through the darkness until he found himself above ground only a few blocks from where he’s currently camping out. That’s where he was ambushed, a sudden agonizing pain shooting down his leg where a knife had been lodged into his outer thigh. Although the culprit can no longer tell the tale of how he was able to get a hit on the infamous Assassin Fushiguro Megumi, said assassin is still trying to figure out how to go about tending to his wound. 

“Anyways,” Gojo snaps him out of his thoughts yet again, “I need you to stay in Tokyo a little longer in case they decide to retaliate, maybe you can stay with–”

Megumi’s thumb presses rather harshly against the red button that ends the call, shoving his phone into his pocket before exhaling a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He knows the name that was about to fall from Gojo’s lips and he just doesn't want to think about it. Or rather, think about you.

You, a nurse, who has plenty of first aid and medical supplies scattered around your small apartment, at least you did the last time he saw you. It had to have been almost a year ago; it was raining, he remembers. The same way it’s started to rain now.

“Dammit,” Megumi curses to himself as he glides his hood over his spiky locks, shielding himself from the onslaught of heavy showers. Had he not been stabbed, he’d be able to traverse through the city in search of shelter much faster. Traveling through the shadows requires a lot of energy and Megumi has next to none at this point.

He wanders, well more like limps, out of the alleyway, glancing both ways for any potential lurkers before exposing himself to the bright street lamps. His blood-stained fingers fidget with the hidden blade tightly bound to his wrist, ready to unsheathe at any moment given he’s attacked. 

Fortunately, nobody pays him any mind as they saunter past, chattering among themselves while he looks desperately in search of a hotel. They’d surely have first aid, providing him an amble excuse not to knock on your apartment door at nearly four in the morning. Megumi’s resolve is strong, but he fears how easily it would crumble at the first sight of you since that night. 

The first hotel he enters he’s swiftly kicked out of at the sight of dried blood on his hands, an elderly woman urging him to leave before she contacts the authorities. He doesn’t bother to explain how the blood is his own, rather moved on to the next one two blocks away. Although this time he tucks his hands deep into the trenches of his hoodie, there’s not a single vacancy in the entire building. 

It’s while he’s heading towards a third hotel that he finally recognizes his whereabouts. The dimly lit convenience store he’s picked snacks up from in the middle of the night, the large cherry blossom tree he used to feed stray cats under, the currently closed bubble tea shop he would visit often with you.

Which means your apartment is only a few quick turns away, Megumi’s heart palpitating at being so close in proximity to you after months of distance, of radio silence between the two of you. Against his better judgement, against every fiber in his being telling him to turn right towards the next hotel, he pivots left.

Let’s test that resolve, Megumi thinks to himself as he walks a path he’s traveled one too many times, a road he once walked down alongside you, towards the place he used to call home.

Darkness. You’re surrounded by complete and utter darkness, the unknown that lies within it sending chills down your sweat-clad back. Not a single source of light to tell you where you are, who you might be with, nothing. The room feels small, claustrophobic though that may just be due to the shadows that engulf you. Patting yourself down, you appear to be uninjured, attired in your silky sleepwear.

“Hello?” You call out into the dark, trepidation crawling across your skin as you wait for a response. Only, there’s no answer. The silence grows louder, ringing in your eardrums as you slowly try to lift yourself onto your wobbling feet. 

Your body falters as it attempts to stand, the lack of vision causing you to remain off balance. The floor is cold, concrete that feels harsh against your bare feet. It’s almost as though you were taken in your slumber, whisked away to this dark room with no explanation.

“This isn’t funny!” Tears begin to brim your lower lashes both in frustration and fear, “Let me out–!”

An awful, agonizing sensation suddenly envelopes your stomach, hands instinctively reaching for the cause of the affliction only to find a sharp, long knife lodged in your abdomen. While your brain begins to process the injury, three loud knocks rasp against what you presume to be a door and cause you to nearly leap out of your skin.

Blood is spilling from your gash; although you can’t see it you can feel the crimson liquid as it stains your skin and clothes at a rapid, concerning rate. Your mind grows fuzzy as you wail in pain, clutching the wound as you collapse, the dull thud of your knees hitting the floor echoing through the confined space.

Knock. 

Your eyes grow heavy while your body pleads for sleep, for an escape from these cruel circumstances. The realization that you may never discover what happened to you plagues your cloudy mind.

Knock.

The cool of the concrete is comforting as you lay on your side, slowly lulling towards unconsciousness. Thoughts are difficult, the pain is becoming too much. This is it, you think, it’s over.

Knock!

“No!” You jolt upwards in your bed, shouting into your dimly lit bedroom. With your chest visibly trembling, you struggle to catch your breath. Another nightmare; it’s the third one this week alone. They’ve been disrupting your sleep for months, different scenarios of you on the verge of death that have you waking up in a cold sweat every single time. 

The nightmares began almost a year ago, only a few nights after your fight with–

Knock, knock, knock. 

Someone’s at your door, you realize, the harsh sound synonymous to the one you heard repeatedly in your slumber. Hesitantly you slide out of bed, quietly shuffling through your small apartment in an attempt to not let whoever is on the other side know you’re awake. At least, not until you know who’s at your door at nearly four in the morning.

You lift yourself onto your toes to reach the peephole, cupping your hands around your eye to get an unobstructed view of the person on the other side. It’s blurry, at first, only a shadow of a figure who appears to be adorning a dark hood. 

“It’s uh, it’s me, I know you’re at the door, I can hear you,” A voice you could never forget, even if centuries past and you were reborn a dozen times over, comes through the hardwood and pierces your aching heart. 

With said heart now beating loudly in your ears, you slowly unlock the door and pull it open to reveal none other than your ex-boyfriend, Fushiguro Megumi. He’s seen better days, strands of hair that aren’t protected by his hood dripping with rain water, deep shadows molded underneath his eyes. 

On the other hand, you appear as radiant as ever for someone who just woke up, at least he presumes from the disheveled state of your pajamas. A part of him is relieved to find the apartment quiet, no signs of anyone but you residing within it. 

“Megumi,” His name falls from your lips in an unfamiliar whisper, still trying to process the realization that he’s standing in front of you after months of radio silence, “What– what are you– why–”

Words fail you, die in your throat as he cuts you off, “I need some help.”

“Help?” You had been caught so off guard by his sudden appearance that you didn’t initially notice the metallic stench of blood that’s trailed up your nostrils. 

Your eyes, still slightly heavy with sleep, wander up and down his tall frame in search of the source of the smell. Eventually your gaze lingers on his thigh, noticing the torn fabric that exposes heavy pooling of blood. 

“How–”

“It doesn’t matter,” His tone is sharp, unwavering as he attempts to mask the discomfort that tugs on his features.

“It does matter,” You argue, arms crossing over your chest, “You can’t just– just show up at my door after nearly a year, bleeding and telling me you need help without any explanation–”

Megumi interrupts you once more, “I’ll go somewhere else then if it’s an inconvenience.”

There’s a brief silence between the two of you, your toes digging into the hardwood flooring beneath you as you focus primarily on settling your rapid heartbeat. A part of you almost believes you’re still in a dream, that in a few hours you’ll wake up with the morning sun’s rays as your only solace. 

A million and one questions run rampant through your mind, wondering how he’s been injured, why he chose to see you after so long, what this could even mean for the both of you and your bruised relationship.

“Just...get inside before someone sees you all bloody like that,” You step aside to allow him into your home, watching his face visibly drop at the unfamiliar surroundings. This was no longer a sanctuary he once lived in, but rather a place of comfort designed with solely you in mind. 

A knitted white blanket lies where he used to often discard his hoodies, along the back of the small leather couch. His husky-shaped mug no longer remains lingering by the espresso machine, but rather serves as a catch-all for writing utensils and pocket change in the center of your coffee table. Any framed photos of the both of you were long gone and replaced with bland stock images of nature or animals. Although Megumi understands, it doesn’t make the sight any easier on his traitorous, aching heart. 

The sudden clearing of your throat draws his attention back to you as you say, “First things first, we need to clean up the gash in your leg.”

Nodding, Megumi follows you towards the large bathroom after kicking off his sneakers by the front door. He glances along the walls of the narrow hallway as though he hasn’t walked this path hundreds of times in what feels like a former life now, nearly crashing into your backside when you stop at the bathroom door. 

“Alright, strip.” You gesture towards his pants once you’ve entered the obnoxiously bright restroom, but the wording catches the dark-haired male extremely off guard.

His skin betrays him, a subtle flush crawling over his cheeks as he stammers out, “huh?”

“I mean, take off your pants so I can get a good look at the cut, I’m gonna grab my supplies from the closet.” 

“Oh.” That makes more sense, Megumi shakes his head before carefully shrugging off his bottoms and letting the fabric pool at his feet. Dried, crimson streaks decorate his injured leg and dark bruises surround the laceration, making for a rather gruesome sight.

He also discards his hoodie and unfastens his hidden blade from his wrist, letting them clamor to the tiled floor in a pile next to his pants. Glancing down, he realizes he should probably wash off the blood from his sore hands.

It’s while he’s running his palms underneath the warm tap water that he happens to notice his old toothbrush. Although dust has accumulated on the cheap plastic, it continues to sit in a cup on the sink only a few inches away from your own.

When he walked out of this exact apartment that rainy evening in March almost a year ago, he quite literally left everything behind: from his toothbrush, to his favorite coffee mug, to you. Just as he’s realizing that coming back here was quite possibly the biggest mistake he’s made tonight, maybe even worse than a knife being lodged into his body, you return to the bathroom with heaps of medical equipment in both of your hands. 

The bathroom’s quiet as he settles back down onto the toilet lid, bunching up his briefs just high enough that the wound is fully exposed to your eyes. Kneeling in front of him, your gloved fingers slowly turning his leg over to get a better look.

“It’s pretty deep, but thankfully it’s not bleeding anymore,” You comment, grimacing at the sight. The best course of action would be having the gash properly cleansed with top of the line medical equipment at a hospital, but unfortunately you know that questions would raise and authorities may very well be contacted. Which is the last thing Megumi needs as someone who breaks the law on a daily basis. 

“I’ll do my best to clean it before stitching you up…” Glancing up, you feel your complexion grow warm at his intense gaze, “Only problem is, I don’t have anything to numb the area…”

Suddenly, you stand up and rush out of the bathroom for a second time, leaving Megumi dumbfounded until you return once more with a stuffed animal tucked underneath your arm. He recognizes it almost immediately; he had won it for you at the mall after you used up all of your pocket change trying to capture it yourself.

Any of his attempts at explaining how most crane games are rigged against the player were for naught. With round, pleading eyes you begged him to try and he did, wasting another twenty dollars before the dumb thing finally fell into the winner’s pin. It might have been stupid to him, but nonetheless he’ll never forget how brightly your smile illuminated when you held your prize for the first time. Nor will he forget the gentle kiss you placed on his lips, followed up with the first of many, “I love you.” 

“Hey, Megumi?” You wave the same stuffed animal in his face now, drawing him back to the present yet again, “Squeeze this if it starts to hurt, yeah?”

“I’ll be fine.” He protests but snatches it from your grasp anyways, ignoring the light chuckle that passes your lips. 

The beginning is easy, you’re simply wiping away the dry blood that sticks to his skin with a washcloth, only being meticulous when you eventually get closer and closer to the source. It’s not until you begin washing out the laceration with warm water that discomfort begins to invade his senses, his fingers instinctively curling around the fluffy pink plushie in search of solace.

“Sorry, almost done,” You apologize, running the clear liquid through only a couple more times, “There. Now comes the worst part, try not to move too much, okay?”

“Yeah,” Megumi swallows a thick lump that’s accumulated in his throat, his anxiety growing by the second as you rummage through your supplies and grab the sutures. It’s ridiculous, really, how a trained assassin can feel so much trepidation at the sight of such a tiny, thin needle. 

His nails are digging into the stuffed animal when you finally start to stitch up his wound, groans of suffering falling from his mouth from the excruciating pain. Putting on a brave face is the last thought in his mind as Megumi hisses and whines with every puncture to his skin. 

“Megumi,” You call his name, dragging him out of the depths of agony as his eyes lock onto your kneeling figure, “You want to tell me how this happened?”

“Not really, I already told you I don’t want to talk about it, shit–!” Focused on the task at hand, you can’t allow yourself a moment to glance up and gauge his tolerance. 

You might even find yourself unable to continue if you see just how much pain you’re causing the man who still unknowingly owns a piece of your heart, “Did one of those, what did you tell me they’re called, Templars? Did one of them do this to you?”

“Fine, you want to know so badly? Yes!” He shouts before throwing his head back in distress, “One of their lowest members got the hit on me, it’s pathetic. The entire mission went smoothly, it wasn’t until I fled that I didn’t realize they set up some grunts in the alleyways nearby.”

It’s working, you grin to yourself as Megumi shifts his focus away from your needlework, “I shouldn’t be telling you any of this.”

“Too late,” You tease just as you finish up, cutting the leftover thread with scissors before reaching for some bandages, “This cut is pretty deep, I’d keep the stitches in for seven to ten days before you remove them.”

“Yeah, okay, got it,” Megumi nods, though he doesn’t have a clue where he’ll find himself in a little over a week. He also has no idea how to go about removing stitches, but another visit to you is out of the question. That resolve he spoke of earlier? It’s been dwindling by the minute.

While you’re tucking your equipment back into your bags, after sanitizing them of course, Megumi can’t help but keep his gaze lingering on you. There’s an eyelash that’s fallen onto your cheek, finding himself with the sudden urge to swipe it onto his thumb as he’s done time and time before.

To listen to you whine about how you want to make a wish on it before gently blowing it off of his finger, to to be told how no, you can’t tell him what you’ve wished for or else it won’t come true. It’s at this moment he realizes he needs to leave, now.

At least, that’s what his head is telling him, urging him to do. His heart, on the other hand, keeps him firmly planted on that cold toilet lid as he takes advantage of every second he’s been granted with you on this particular night.

“Are you hungry?” You ask, adjusting your rather tight pajamas as you stand,  “I have some leftover ramen in the fridge if you want it.”

“No, I should actually get–”

“It’s garlic ginger flavored.”

Although the pointed look Megumi shoots at you is meant to be harsh, you can’t help but giggle when he huffs out, “fine.”

So that’s how you find yourself sitting at your breakfast counter only a little past four in the morning, leisurely sipping on a fresh cup of coffee while your assassin ex-boyfriend hastily slurps on his favorite flavor of ramen. It feels natural, almost, to be sitting next to him as though things haven’t changed. 

The realist in you is desperately trying to remind you that you’ll run out of offerings eventually. He’ll walk out that door just like he did last time, but there’s a slight sliver of optimism brewing in your veins. A tiny fraction of hope that you’ll be enough this time, enough for him to stay.

“So, uh,” Megumi sets down his chopsticks, leaning back at the realization that he just ate way too quickly, “What have you been up to, you know, all this time?”

“Are you making small talk or do you actually want to know?” You cock one eyebrow up in curiosity.

With a scoff, he shakes his head, “You know I hate small talk, with a passion.”

“Fair.” Thinking back on the past few months of your life, you find yourself disappointed in just how little you have been up to, “Other than work, nothing really. I’ve been training a lot of the new guys and gals after being promoted to head nurse for our department.”

“I remember you talking about how much you wanted that position, congrats.” When you look to your side and see Megumi’s gentle emerald eyes and genuine smile it feels like the wind has been quite literally knocked out of you. 

The day you received that promotion he had been the first person you wanted to tell, even going so far as to send him a hopeful text about it. Of course, the small message bubble quickly returned with an error and a follow up message that the number you are trying to contact is no longer in service. 

Thankfully, you still have two other people in your life to share your achievements with; almost as though Megumi can read your thoughts he asks, “Do you still keep in touch with Kugisaki and Itadori?”

“I do,” You nod, “We meet up nearly every weekend to catch up on things, they ask about you a lot.”

“Oh.”

“They’re always hoping that out of all of us, maybe you’ll at least give me some kind of notice that you’re still alive.” Megumi grows solemn at the realization that if he had actually lost his life, those he considers most important to him wouldn’t know. 

Well, that’s not entirely true, given Kugisaki is also a member of the Assassins. But her contact with Gojo, the only person Megumi regularly converses with, is highly limited. Itadori on the other hand, had been asked to join, to provide his next to superhuman abilities in their favor, but remains as a firefighter to this day. 

“Doesn’t it get lonely, Megumi?” You push the topic further, trying to shatter his already crackling resolve, “I mean, I don’t get how Kugisaki still walks around like a normal citizen and you...can’t anymore, when you both do the same things.”

Oh, how he truly wishes that he could have the same anonymity that Kugisaki has been granted with, but being a descendent of the most prominent family of Assassins doesn’t warrant that freedom. Since the day Megumi was born into the Zen’in clan, a target had been instantly placed onto his back. His father, Toji, tried to shield him away from that life when he abandoned the creed and changed his family name to Fushiguro. 

For many years, Megumi lived a mundane life, his worries revolving around what to wear or what toy he should ask for on his birthday. That was until a strange, white-haired man suddenly appeared in front of his home claiming that his father is dead and he needs to take the creed. With such little knowledge of his family, he was taken under Gojo’s wing and taught the way of an Assassin at the age of nine. 

Although Gojo was irritating and annoying, Megumi knows he did his best to allow him to live a semi-normal life. It’s how he wound up meeting you in college. Starting as a budding friendship built from the foundation of a shared hatred towards calculus, you eventually began dating at the end of your second year of schooling.

He didn’t inform you of his other life, his life within the shadows until much later into the relationship. Not until the two of you had graduated and found a lovely apartment in the heart of Tokyo. If he had it his way, you never would have found out, ignorance is bliss and all that, but one evening he returned home with an assortment of bruises scattered along his complexion that couldn’t be explained away.

It was only six months after he told you everything that he left, that he abandoned his life of comfort to solely dedicate himself to fulfilling the Zen’in clan’s wishes: to annihilate the Templar regime. 

“Megumi, please talk to me, why did you have to leave–”

Just as you’re pulling him out of his thoughts, begging him for some sort of closure for your aching heart, his phone buzzes against the granite countertop. Reaching for the device, Megumi’s eyes widen at the notification that hauntingly stares back at him.

Did it feel good to return to your old stomping grounds of Tokyo, Fushiguro Megumi? We’ll be sure to give you a warm welcome back in a pool of your own blood when we find you, call it payback for what you did tonight. 

“Why?” Megumi’s eyes are wild when they meet yours again, a sense of urgency swimming in those enigmatic pools of emerald, “I told you why the first time I left and it’s exactly why I need to leave, now.”

He suddenly jogs towards one of the many windows in the living room, ripping the SIM card out of his phone before chucking both the chip and the device itself far away from here. Before he can rush towards the bathroom to slip on his attire and hidden blade, your body barricades itself in the middle of the narrow hallway.

“No, the last time you left me all you said is that it would be best for me!” You shout, tears starting to gather along your lower lash line as deja vu settles in. 

He averts his gaze, not wanting to see you cry again over him, “It’s true–”

“Then why–” There’s a lump that’s accumulated in your throat, causing you to stumble over your words, “Why did you come here tonight.”

“I don’t know.”

You scoff, “You don’t know.”

“Please, I need to go, this isn’t a game.” Megumi all but pleads with you, already mentally preparing himself to handle being loathed by you for the rest of his less than ideal existence. 

Though his pent up frustration rears its ugly head when you shake your head, “Not until you give me a real answer.”

“Fine, you want the truth?” You nod, “They’ll kill you if they find out I’m here. I’m not like Kugisaki who gets to hide her face in a cheap mask during missions, I’ve been a target from the moment I was born. It was stupid of me to pretend that I could live a happy life with you.”

“Megumi–” 

“A few days before I left, you were being followed from the mall after you and Kugisaki went your separate ways.”

This new information only leaves you with more questions than answers, “I thought you were hanging out with Itadori that day, if I remember correctly.”

“I lied.” He sighs, “I was watching you after I got a tip from one of Gojo’s men that they’ve been staking out around Tokyo in search of me and you, after spotting us together once. Before he could find where you- where we lived I found the guy and stopped him. Then I left three days later and it hasn’t happened to you since.”

“How would you know?” Your arms cross over your chest, your mind desperately trying to process all of these revelations that remained in the shadows for months. 

Megumi takes a stride closer to you, almost as though he’s getting ready to shove you aside and grab his things when you’re least expecting it, “I’ve had some of our men tail you when they’re in Tokyo, to make sure you’re safe.”

The same question you’ve been asking spills from your lips once more, “Why?”

“Because–” It’s this exact moment that his eyes lock onto yours, so naive and innocent of the dangers out there, so willing to let him back in if he asks – it’s that pleading gaze that shatters his resolve, “Because if one of those disgusting, vile pieces of shit touch even a single strand of hair on your head I won’t hesitate to slit their throat and let them fucking drown in their own blood–”

His vile threats are cut off by your lips urgently pressing to his own, catching the usually keen male entirely off guard. One moment you’re standing in front of him and the next you’re all encompassing: chest pushed against his, arms linked around his neck, the smell of your shampoo invading his nostrils.

Once again his head and his heart are at a dangerous crossroads, tugging him harshly in both directions. His head is urging him to let go, to let you go once and for all and walk out that small apartment for good, knowing that you’ll be safe from any potential enemies. His heart, however, is bursting with delight at the feeling of your lips on his, begging him to stay. 

Last time, Megumi listened to his head and it was quite possibly the worst year of his life. 

The heavy weight of loneliness never vanished, nor did it get easier as the seasons passed. A hole had been carved into his spirit when he abandoned it all and he doesn’t think he could handle another.

So this time, Megumi listens to his heart. 

An audible gasp attempts to escape your throat when his strong, dexterous fingers latch onto your sides, pulling you impossibly closer to his toned figure. At the same time he returns the kiss, matching your fervor tenhold. 

Your own heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest; after so many sleepless nights, so many tears spilled you’d think you would’ve run your tear ducts dry, yet Megumi can taste the salty drops on your lips as his mouth moves in tandem with yours. 

His hands glide up your frame, eventually reaching your soft complexion as he uses his thumbs to swipe away the few tears that still threaten to spill down your warm cheeks. Almost as though he’s trying to atone for being the reason, being the source of your grief for so long.

The relief of having the man you love in your embrace slowly transforms into insatiable lust, an aching need for him to reconnect with you in such an intimate way. You can tell he feels the same way, the sudden crashing of your back to the closest wall evident of such. 

Megumi’s lips are back on yours in a flash, prying them open with haste so his tongue can invade and explore your warm mouth. He’s missed this, he’s missed you, desperately trying not to crack a smirk when you whine into his mouth like you always used to do when he would kiss you senseless.

Eventually though, he abandons the sweet taste of your fruity chapstick in favor of your delicate neck, peppering your skin in gentle pecks as he slots his hips against yours. Your fingers entangle themselves in his unruly locks, seeking purchase as you feel his hardening cock press itself between your legs. 

“Did you…” Megumi starts mumbling, trailing off as he finds himself easily distracted when he sucks your skin between his lips. Once he’s satisfied knowing a bruise will form in his wake, he finishes his sentence, “Did you see anyone, while I was gone?”

“No.” You answer quickly between ragged breaths, and it’s the truth, “I never got over you.”

His own breath hitches in his throat at your confession, nuzzling his deeply flushed complexion further into your neck. The thought that maybe you had seen somebody else, shared a bed with another; although it’s not his place to feel envy the green roots had burrowed deep in his veins anyways.

Hesitantly, he pulls back to meet your tender gaze, finding comfort in the truth that spills straight from his lovesick heart, “You don’t have to get over me, anymore, if that’s something you want.”

“You promise?” Your voice wobbles, those damned tears threatening to reappear at any given moment.

“On my life.” It’s almost comedic how easily he finds himself caving in, returning to the life he shared with you once before. To say that he didn’t anticipate this outcome the moment he decided to turn towards your apartment would be a flat out lie – Fushiguro Megumi has always been a man of weakness when it comes to you.

A look of surprise captures your features when he swiftly grabs at your waist, tugging up as if to say jump – except, “Megumi, your leg–”

“It’s fine–”

“I don’t want to accidentally mess up the stitching– hey!”

Despite your protests, he lifts you up with ease, pleased when your legs instinctively curl at his hips as he says, “Your concern is cute, but I’ll be fine.”

Before you even get the chance to argue further, his lips realign themselves to yours, effectively silencing you and providing an ample distraction as he leads you out of the hallway. You’re so focused on the way his mouth moves against yours that you fail to notice you’ve been carried to the kitchen, not until your ass meets the polished wood of the dining table. 

With his hands now free to roam as he pleases, Megumi wastes little time in grabbing the back of your head, fully exposing the delicate expanse of your neck to his greedy, hungry gaze. He can already make out the bruise he left earlier with his mouth, descending down until he can form another right next to it.

Your fingernails dig crescents into his shoulders through the fabric of his loose tee, a harmony of soft moans dripping from your parted lips with every mark he leaves upon your skin. At the same time, his hips grind into you much harder than before, dragging his clothed cock against the silk of your pajama shorts. 

The slight friction to your clit has your thighs squeezing around his middle, keeping him entrapped in your embrace. Megumi lets out a breathy chuckle against your skin at this, knowing damn well there’s nowhere else on this planet he’d rather be than here with you, as close as humanly possible.

Speaking of your thighs, he allows his large palms to spread across the expanse of them, fingertips just barely able to ghost over the hem of your bottoms. Inch by tantalizing inch he crawls his digits up, higher and higher until he’s toying with the frilly waistband and the bow that keeps the material from slipping down your frame. 

“Megumi…” You exhale his name, growing more and more impatient by the second, “Please…”

“Hm?” He leans his head back to finally get another long look at your complexion, amused at the sight of you so needy when he hasn’t even done much yet, “You know I hate when you don’t use your words.”

“Touch me–”

“I am touching you.”

“Megumi!” You attempt to roll your hips upwards, causing his index finger to slip between one of the loops of the bow. Almost like a present he tugs at the delicate ribbon and watches as the material loosens against your waist.

To think that only a few hours prior he was on one of the hardest assassination contracts of his life, a life he was fully prepared to potentially lose given he failed. While waiting for what felt like ages for his target’s most vulnerable moment, he thought of you, a lot. 

Specifically, all the things the two of you had never gotten to do because of what he believed was best for you, best for your safety. Even now, as you sit so pretty in front of him, taking him back as though he hadn’t shattered your heart a year ago, the underlying fear that his selfishness will be your downfall plagues his conscience.

“Hey,” Your voice drags him back down to earth, feeling your gentle palm cup the side of his jaw, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” He knows, that you know, he’s lying. Nonetheless, he’s relieved when you don’t push the subject, instead leaning up and capturing his mouth in another kiss. This time it’s much more sweet, less rushed as he allows himself to get lost in your soft lips and breathy sighs.

Of course, it doesn’t linger that way for long, the insatiable need for one another growing with every passing moment. Megumi continues where he left off, his wondrous fingers gliding down your tummy, slipping past the elastic of your now untied shorts with ease. He’s pleasantly surprised to find that you’re not adorning any form of underwear, making it much easier for his digits to begin exploring your dripping center. 

“You’re so wet,” He groans against your lips as his index finger slides itself between your slick, puffy folds.

It’s become impossible to focus on kissing when Megumi takes to circling your throbbing clit, applying just enough pressure that your hips eagerly buck into his touch. You missed this, missed him. The many nights you laid awake touching yourself to the thought of him, cumming on your own fingers after nearly an hour, it was never satisfying.

“Stop teasing,” You drag out the last syllable, digging the heel of your foot into his backside, urging him for more, “It’s been too long.”

“You’ve always been fun to tease,” He’s quick to counter, emphasizing his point by taking two fingers to your clit and lightly pinching at the small bud. 

The audible squeal you let out as a result dissolves into a debauched moan when Megumi suddenly pushes two of his long, slender digits inside of you. Your walls cling to him like a vice; it feels euphoric to be stretched by his fingers after many disappointing experiences with your own.

He starts off with a rather steady pace, letting his eyes burn into yours while rocking his middle and ring fingers in and out of your sopping wet cunt. A confident, albeit somewhat cocky, smirk appears on his lips when he curls his fingertips just enough to brush over your g-spot, watching your eyes roll at the sudden pressure.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” You whine without an ounce of shame, tossing your head back when he speeds up his pace, fucking you relentlessly on his fingers. 

“I wasn’t planning on it,” He muses before kissing you for the upteenth time in the past hour. The kiss doesn’t last very long, though, nor will you if he keeps dragging you closer and closer to the edge with every curl of his digits.

Although you can feel your orgasm creeping onto the surface, that familiar coil in your abdomen slowly winding, it’s not enough. You’ve never been one to climax from penetration alone and the man in front of you knows that very well. 

It’s exactly why Megumi eventually decides to retract his fingers from you, much to your dismay. You’re about to ask him what happened to not stopping when he impatiently tugs at the loose waistband of your silk bottoms.

Only a few seconds pass before you realize what he wants, lifting your lower half off the table long enough that he can yank the fabric down your legs. As it pools to the floor at his feet, you suddenly feel very bare under the fluorescent lights in your apartment, causing you to slide your thighs closer together. 

Megumi’s having none of that though. He pries them back apart just as fast, his gaze lingering on the space between your legs, muttering out, “Don’t hide from me.”

Teeth latching onto your bottom lip, you watch as he grabs the nearest chair and sets it directly across from you, close enough that your feet could touch the backrest of the wooden seat if you tried. He’s quick to sit down, leaning forwards until his hot breath fans over your glistening cunt.

You can feel your cheeks grow hot as his eyes wander up your frame, eventually meeting your half-lidded pair. That’s when he lets his tongue loll past his lips and licks a long, albeit slow stripe between your folds. He maintains eye contact the entire time, observing every small reaction you have to him fervently lapping at your slick.

One of his hands keeps a bruising grip on the plush of your thigh while his other begins toying with your entrance once more, a single finger inching its way back inside of you. At the same time, his mouth diverts its full attention to your neglected clit, gathering the bud between his lips and sucking hard.

“Oh, fuck–!” You nearly sob at the intense pleasure his stimulation brings, frantically clawing your fingers through his messy dark locks, “More, please–”

More? Megumi wants to laugh, but his mouth is rather preoccupied. Instead, he attempts to give you more by sliding a second finger against your soft walls, curling both of the digits directly into that spongy spot inside of you.

He’s almost positive that if any of the neighbors are awake, they most definitely can hear some semblance of your wanton moans as they echo through the small living area. The thought brings back fond memories of strongly worded letters the two of you would receive on occasion from said neighbors, specifically regarding the headboard slamming into the thin wall over and over in the early hours of the night.

Next time, he thinks to himself, unable to quell the grin that’s spread over his lips at the thought. 

Meanwhile you can hardly think right now in the first place. Every time he switches from lazily rolling his tongue against your clit to sucking it right back into his mouth, your abdomen tightens with your impending release. Partnered with his wicked fingers fucking into you, the only thing that crosses through your mind is the aching need to cum.

“I’m so close, mmph,” Tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment, “Gonna cum, wanna cum, Megumi–”

He wants to speak, to tell you to let go for him, to cum all over the lower half of his face already. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to. Your orgasm washes over you as one long, intense wave; you can feel your jaw slack and eyes cross from the onslaught of pleasure.

Megumi aids you in riding out your high, drinking your release that gushes past his fingers with fervor. Though he can feel his own head grow dizzy from the lack of oxygen, given you’ve shoved his nose against your pelvis in the throes of passion. 

Which you end up apologizing for as you slowly settle back down, the sound of your own heartbeat ringing in your ears, “Sorry, I got carried away–!”

You’ve barely finished your sentence when his mouth ascends onto yours, the taste of you lingering on his kiss-swollen lips. This feels almost like a fever dream, having him back in your embrace like this. Even though he’s made you cum on his tongue and there’s no denying the orgasm you had was very real, a part of you is still afraid you’re going to wake up all alone.

Rather than dwell on that, you decide to push your doubts aside and reach for the hem of his briefs, fingers toying with the elastic that’s keeping his hard cock from your hungry stare. You’re quick to yank the material down, feeling Megumi tremble from the chills that race up his spine from the sudden exposure. 

“So impatient,” He says against your mouth, followed by a groan when your dainty fingers begin to explore his veiny shaft.

An excessive amount of precum lingers at the head of his cock, which you proceed to swipe at, gathering the sticky fluids onto your skin. Half-lidded eyes watch as you pull back and bring your fingers to your lips, sliding two of them into your mouth.

You hum at the taste of him, making a show of your tongue rolling between your digits. Megumi can only watch for so long, his cock twitching in a desperate need to be inside of you. Just as you pull your fingers out of your mouth with an audible pop, he begins to align himself to your entrance. 

He drags the swollen head up and down your slick folds, occasionally catching on your highly sensitive clit. It’s not until you’re about to whine for him to put it in already that he sheathes himself inside of you in one fell swoop.

The sound of your loud, unrestrained cry drowns out Megumi’s own moans, his hands immediately seeking purchase at the plush of your waist. Your own pair grab at his shoulders, waiting for him to begin moving, only he’s as still as a statue.

“Come on,” You drawl, “fuck me.”

“I almost came, give me a second.” His cheeks are flushed a deep pink in abashment; given his lifestyle for the past year, he doesn’t find much time to get himself off, so the feeling of your tight, warm walls squeezing around his length nearly sends him over the edge. 

It’s not long before he’s able to calm himself down though, slowly sliding his cock halfway out only to thrust back in to the hilt. Your eyebrows furrow at the feeling of being so full, lips parted just enough to let out strings of pretty noises that bless Megumi’s ears.

Eventually his hands abandon your sides in favor of cupping your soft cheeks, locking his eyes onto your starry pair as he slams his cock into you over and over again. His heavy balls slap at your ass from the intensity of his movements, his hips more than likely leaving bruises in his wake as they meet your inner thighs with every thrust. 

“Fuck, feels so good,” You gasp out, fingernails clawing against the fabric of his tee; had he not been wearing it, he fears you may have drawn blood from his shoulders already, “You feel so good.”

“So do you, squeezing around me so tight, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” Megumi hisses, but his expression softens immediately when he notices the tears that have caught onto your lower lash lines. He almost fears he’s somehow done something to upset you when you urge his body closer to yours. 

His thrusts fall more shallow at the sudden closeness, but he finds a way to make it work, especially when he’s enjoying the feeling of your nose buried in his shoulder and your soft fingers running through his messy mane of hair. 

You didn’t anticipate growing so emotional in the middle of sex, but you also never thought that you’d find yourself in his arms again, not after the way things ended. Not after he walked out the door without so much as a glance back at you. After learning the truth, how he believed he was protecting you from the dangers of the life he was born into, it all makes sense. Yet there’s no way you’re letting him go again, you’ll figure it out, together.

“Megumi…” Your voice comes out as a whisper and he would have missed it had he not leaned back to get a better look at you again, wanting to see your dazed complexion once more. 

At the same time, he picks up his already frantic pace, knowing his orgasm is fast approaching with how good your cunt feels stretched out on his cock, “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“Oh fuck–” It’s in that moment: hearts dancing in your eyes, breathy sighs escaping your lips, and your declaration that you’ve still loved him after all this time that triggers his end. 

Low, guttural moans crawl up his throat and fall from his mouth as he pumps you full of his thick, hot cum, the excess spilling past his cock and onto the floor beneath the both of you. His body shakes with his release, clinging to you as he slowly rides out his high. 

The two of you linger in one another’s embrace for a few minutes, letting the quiet chirps of the early morning birds be heard through your windows. You occasionally press your lips to Megumi’s skin anywhere you can reach, holding him close as he steadies his racing heart. 

“I think it’s past five in the morning now–” You’re cut off by his lips, though it’s only a short peck to grab your attention.

“About what you said…” He starts, swallowing a heavy lump that’s accumulated in his throat, “I...I love you, too.”

Immediately a deep red flush crawls over his cheeks, which you can’t help but tease him for, “You’re always so cute when you blush.”

“Shut up.” He snaps back, though there’s no malice in his tone. Megumi finally pulls his softening cock out of you, reaching down to tug his briefs back onto his hips. You hop off of the dining table, realizing you’ve nearly lost feeling in your ass from how long you had been perched there. 

“Do you–” You’re interrupted by the yawn that escapes you, “Do you want to stay for the night? Or, I guess the morning?”

There’s a thin veil of uncertainty that still lingers between you, unsure of where the both of you stand after all of this. You begin to hold your breath as he seems to think it over, scratching at the back of his neck.

“I don’t want to leave…” He admits with a heavy sigh, “But I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“I’ve always felt the safest when I’m with you.”

The clock reads fifteen minutes to six when you fall back into your bed, Megumi following suit. He’s careful not to irritate his injury when he pulls you into his chest and tucks your head under his chin, quickly slipping into a deep, uninterrupted slumber.

And for the first time in months, and every night after, the nightmares don’t come. 

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good vibrations || itadori yuuji

Pairing: Itadori Yuuji x Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), Sex Toys, Overstimulation, Cum Eating, Use of “Pretty Girl”

Word Count: 1.5k+

A/N: I wrote like 300 words of this a month ago but never finished it but decided on a whim tonight to do so! Honestly this could’ve been long but it would’ve been repetitive so I’m pretty content with how I wrote it, enjoy! 💕 Not beta-read so I hope it’s alright 🤧

Yuuji doesn’t understand sex toys, such as vibrators or dildos, at least he doesn’t at first. 

He was definitely the kind of person to think that he should be perfectly capable of bringing his partner to orgasm on his own. Whether that involves the use of his tongue, his fingers, or his cock, he was a firm believer that when he gets the chance to be intimate with someone that he should be able to make them cum on his own accord. That is, until he stumbles into a relationship with you.

It's six months into said relationship that you mention the idea of purchasing a vibrator and you’ll never forget the pout that spreads across your boyfriend’s lips when he realizes what you mean. He starts bombarding you with questions, asking if there’s something he’s not doing right, if he’s too boring for you, hell he even asks if you’ve been faking your climaxes.

You reassure him that you have not, that his eager to please attitude in bed is anything but boring, but you’ve always been enticed at the idea of a partner using toys to rip the most intense orgasms from your body. His ears perk up at the mention of him using them on you, but it still takes Yuuji a while to open up to the idea fully. Call it fragile masculinity, but the fear of you abandoning him in favor of an inanimate object that can please you better is an insecurity that’s nestled itself deep within him, despite how ridiculous the notion is.

So imagine the look of surprise on your complexion a few weeks later, when you come home one evening and find Yuuji handing you a discrete box with pink-flushed cheeks, urging you to open it. When you tear away at the cardboard and mesh paper, you find yourself grasping a decently sized pink rose-shaped vibrator.

“Yuuji, you didn’t have to–”

“I know,” He shoots you a soft, genuine smile, “I want to try it though, with you, if that’s okay.”

You can already feel your panties dampening at the suggestion, “That’s more than okay.”

Yuuji finds himself fascinated with the device, twisting it around and examining every angle of the sex toy, all while you lay in front of him with your naked legs spread wide. The two of you quickly slipped into your bedroom after some dinner, eager to try the now fully charged device. 

After what had felt like hours of making out, Yuuji finally reached for the vibrator and pulled out the charger, situating himself in front of you. With thin patience you nudge at his thigh with your foot to grab his attention, tearing his gaze from the vibrator to your pouting lips.

“Sorry, sorry,” He laughs sheepishly, “Do I just go for it? Like, use it on you now?”

“Come up here and kiss me again, I’ll tell you when to use it,” You find his inexperience endearing, knowing that you’re the only person he’s been intimate with.

Hell, you’re even the first person he’s kissed, but he’s always been a fast learner, what with the way his lips mold over yours again after crawling up your exposed figure. His hand that isn’t curled around the vibrator is traveling along your body, stroking and caressing your soft skin as he kisses you with so much zeal your toes curl. 

He takes his time with you, patiently waiting for your cue as he explores the inside of your warm mouth with his long tongue. A sharp gasp escapes your throat when he begins palming your breast, taking your pert nipple between two fingers and tugging at the sensitive bud.

You could feel yourself dripping between your legs, dampening the sheets beneath you as he plays you like a tune, hitting every single note with practiced precision. All except for your neglected cunt, as evident by the way you desperately buck your hips in search of much needed friction.

Your boyfriend is no better, his rock-solid cock rutting into your thigh as he moans wantonly into your open mouth, squeezing at your breast as your cleavage spills between his thick fingers. The words are on the tip of your tongue, the request for him to turn on that flimsy piece of plastic and press the vibrating device directly onto your throbbing clit.

“Y-Yuuji–” His name stammers out of your mouth the moment he leans back for oxygen, keeping his nose just barely ghosting over yours, “Please, now.”

“Okay,” With a nod he glances down at his hand, twisting the vibrator until he finds a small indented circle that powers it on. 

The device slowly roars to life as his thumb presses into the button and Yuuji’s eyes widen at the intensity, a bit fearful almost, “You’re telling me this isn’t gonna hurt?”

“Not if you angle it correctly,” You explain before nervously pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Angle it–” Yuuji swallows the lump that’s accumulated in his throat, “Angle it correctly, okay, I’m gonna try…”

He wiggles the vibrator between your puffy folds before angling the suction directly onto your clit, but his focus is so trained on your lower half that he nearly misses the hitch in your breath and the low, soft gasp you release at the sudden spike of pleasure. The small suction is fitted over the hood of your clit just right, sending intense vibrations to the highly sensitive bud. 

“Is that good–” Yuuji glances up at you and confidently smiles at your already fucked out expression: furrowed eyebrows, eyes half-lidded, lips parted to release a symphony of loud mewls that go straight to his aching cock. 

It’s in that moment that his opinion on sex toys flips on its head entirely, leaning himself back up to press lazy kisses in the crook of your neck. He makes sure to keep the vibrator snug between your shaking legs while murmuring, “You never answered me, baby, is that good? Am I doing good?”

“S-So good, fuck, you’re so good Yuuji!” You cry out shamelessly, rolling your hips into the toy as your orgam steadily, and quickly, approaches, “Gonna cum, wanna cum...”

“Yeah? Let go for me, pretty girl, I wanna see how hard you cum, can you do that for me?” You know your expressions are riling him up even further, as evident from the pre-cum that’s dripping from the head of his cock onto your thigh and his shift in demeanor. He’s loving every single second of this for a man who resented sex toys only weeks prior, watching in amusement as your body shakes and spasms from the powrful vibrations. 

Yuuji’s eyes eventually widen in surprise when a sudden debauched mix of a sob and moan tear from your throat as your orgasm washes over you with record speed, white-hot pleasure searing through your veins as your back bows from the overwhelming sensation. You can feel your release pouring out of you in buckets, soaking the sheets beneath you enough that you’ll most definitely have to change them later.

“Wow,” Is the first thing he manages to say as you come down from your high, “I get it now, why you wanted one of these so bad, can I do it again?”

“Wait, wait, ‘is too much–” You attempt to wiggle away from the vibrator, your clit beginning to hurt from the overstimulation, “Yuuji–!”

“You’ll be okay, yeah? Wanna make you cum again, please?” He pleads with obnoxious puppy-dog eyes, running his fingertips along the side of your face, eventually cupping at your jaw as he opts to dragging the vibrator between your folds, occasionally pressing the device at your tight hole in mild curiosity.

The word okay is barely off your tongue before he’s bringing the vibrator back onto your abused clit with lustful enthusiasm, leaning down to kiss you as you whine and moan into his hot mouth. Orgasm number two comes and goes just as quickly as the first one, switching it up for number three by adding his thick, long cock into the mix as he fucks you until your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

Orgasm four is on your hands and knees, perky ass raised high in the air, with his arm reaching around to keep the slowly dying vibrator pressed to you, chuckling in amusement as you squirt all over him and the already drenched comforter. Your fifth and final orgasm is paired with his eager tongue diving into your hole, eating you out with fervor while a mix of your cum and his fills his mouth and dances on his taste buds. 

When your exhausted body meets the warmth of the bathtub after what might have been the most intense sex of your life, Yuuji begins asking you all sorts of questions about other sex toys the two of you could experiment with. You’ve officially created a monster, you jokingly think to yourself, before remembering that there’s sex toys to be used on men, too.

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three’s a company || bakugou + todoroki

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader x Todoroki Shouto

Warnings: Smut (18+), Threesome, Anal, Slight Choking, Double Penetration in One Hole, Oral (Receiving & Giving), Dirty Talk

Word Count: 6.8k+

A/N: This is a collab fic for the Bakugou Birthday Bash! Please check out all the other amazing works here! I’ve been wanting to write this fic for months and months and i finally got around to doing it! Please let me know what you think! 💕 Also a big thank you to Jo @lady-bakuhoe​ for reading it for me & letting me know if everything flowed well 😍💕

Your apartment’s quieter than usual, the only sound coming from the soft voices on the television. Neither you nor your boyfriend minded, two pairs of eyes trained on the screen. Bakugou’s fingers splayed against your bare legs, mindlessly caressing them as they laid over his own.

Although this is one of your favorite shows to watch with the blonde, your mind is rather preoccupied, “I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh oh, that can’t be good.” Bakugou retorts, nose scrunched up as you launch one of your feet towards his complexion. He captures your ankle in his palm and snickers at the fresh pout on your lips. 

“Shut up, Katsuki!” You huff in frustration, “What do you think of Todoroki?”

He cocks a furrowed eyebrow up in curiosity, “Hah? Why are you thinking of that half-n-half bastard?”

“The other night at his and Midoriya’s place, you were all over him–”

Bakugou immediately chokes on his own saliva, the television show long forgotten, “Fuck, alright listen I was drunk–”

“–and you asked him if he’s ever had a threesome.” His eyes refuse to meet yours now, a faint flush scattering across the bridge of his nose. You could faintly recall the same shade of pink on Todoroki’s cheeks when Bakugou had asked the intrusive question.

Before Todoroki could even part his lips, you had snatched Bakugou’s arm and dragged him away, muttering out a quick apology to the dual-haired hero. It wasn’t the time nor the place to be bringing up such matters, even if you haven’t been able to get it out of your mind ever since. 

The topic of a threesome had come up multiple times in the past few years of your relationship. It had all been hypotheticals, mostly spouts of dirty talk with Bakugou whispering in your ear how much he’d love to watch you get fucked by him and someone else. Once, with a lot of liquid courage, he even admitted he wouldn’t mind being the one getting fucked, but outside of that the topic hardly arose. 

After that evening a few weeks ago, you started to contemplate actually asking your boyfriend, and decided today to push the conversation further, “Katsuki?”

“What.” 

“I’ve caught you staring at his ass before too–”

His eyes refuse to meet yours, “You’re on thin fucking ice–”

“Then look at me and tell me you haven’t thought about him fucking you.”

If Bakugou had been drinking any sort of liquid, its contents would have sputtered out of his mouth by now and directly onto your face, “Excuse me?!”

He finally shifted his attention your way, staring at you in pure bewilderment. The rosy hue along his cheekbones doesn’t waiver, though. You watch as he parts his lips multiple times to speak, but nothing ever comes out. 

“I knew it!” You exclaim, taking his silence as your answer, “I don’t blame ya, Katsuki, he’s quite pretty.”

“You know nothing, shitty woman!” Bakugou shoves your legs off of his lap entirely, crossing his arms over his chest childishly. 

A small silence befell the two of you as you continued to burn holes into the side of his face, watching his resolve waver with every passing second. You could almost see the gears churning in his mind, trying to figure out why you’re bringing this up, why you’re incessantly teasing him about Todoroki, the mention of a threesome–

“What’s the point in bringing any of this up, huh?” Bakugou finally mutters, even though he’s almost positive he knows the answer already. 

You lean back over, letting your palm press against the warm skin of his cheek until his eyes meet yours, “We’ve always talked about the idea of having a threesome, I wanted to know if you’d actually want to…”

As your voice grows quiet, suddenly feeling shy under the intense gaze of your boyfriend, his own calloused fingers reach for you. He grabs your chin with an unusual gentleness, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Okay,” Bakugou lets out a huff, “If the opportunity should, I don’t know, fucking present itself, then why not. If it makes you happy.”

“You have to want it too, babe.” You lean forward, pressing a quick kiss to his parted lips. 

His eyebrows narrow, that infamous scowl returning, “I hate you sometimes.”

“You won’t be hating me when Todoroki Shouto is shoving his cock in your–”

There’s not a single chance left open for you to finish your sentence; Bakugou immediately snatches your waist and tosses you onto the couch, mumbling expletives before ambushing your sides with his deft fingers. You cry out and squeal as he tickles you relentlessly, but despite the distraction your mind is already thinking of ways to invite someone temporarily into your sex life.

Obviously, that someone being none other than the current number three hero himself, but you have a slight idea.

A few weeks have passed since then and the topic hasn’t come up since, a lot of it having to do with just how busy Bakugou got with his agency. He was assigned to a new confidential mission, something relating to drugs from what you’ve accidentally overheard. Not only that, but none other than pro-hero Shouto has temporarily relocated to the Miyagi prefecture to aid him on this high stakes assignment. 

Today was one of Bakugou’s lighter work days, though, having mentioned to you that he was only needed for patrol. You already knew that, but nonetheless promised him an evening of spoils when he returns home. It is his birthday, after all, and you’re hoping that your surprise all goes according to plan. 

The apartment is damn near spotless when you hear a key being shoved into the doorknob, two sets of faces revealed when the door swings open. Your boyfriend trudges in first, Todoroki following suit as he looks around the place, “Oh, it's much cleaner than last time.”

“Would you care to explain why this asshole followed me home?” Bakugou grunts in your direction after kicking off his shoes.

You leap up from the couch, pressing a light kiss to the blonde’s cheek and ignoring the irritation radiating off of him, “I asked Todoroki if he’d like to join us for your birthday dinner, since the two of you have become such good friends.”

“Good friends my ass–”

“Thank you for inviting me,” Todoroki interrupts, a soft smile on his lips, “Your cooking is much better than anything I could make.”

An arm is suddenly slung around your waist, pulling you into Bakugou’s side, “Yeah, because I taught her how to cook.”

“Could you teach me sometime, too?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Okay!” You clap your hands together before gesturing towards the kitchen, “Let’s eat before the food gets cold, yeah? Maybe I can try showing you a few tricks Katsuki’s shown me before you go back home, Todoroki.”

Bakugou’s about to protest, lips already spread to shout something when you interrupt, “I made your favorite spicy noodles.”

“Fine.”

Over the years you’ve learned the many ways to his stubborn heart, one of them being his love for the hottest food imaginable. Of course, you set aside a milder version for yourself and Todoroki, unsure of how the other hero would handle such spice when his diet mainly consists of cold soba noodles. 

It’s his poor diet that started Bakugou bringing him over for dinner after their day shifts, claiming that the “dense bastard” can’t take care of himself in that fancy hotel room. Any attempts Todoroki has made in the past weeks trying to explain how he helps Midoriya cook in their apartment is for naught; Bakugou refuses to listen with claims that he’s seen the man burn water before.

Dinner passes with minimal bickering on your Bakugou’s part, his mouth too busy scarfing down the heaps of noodles to start any ridiculous arguments. As the minutes tick on and on, you find yourself anxiously shaking your leg, scared that maybe your plan will disastrously fail. 

“Is it alright if I use your bathroom?” Todoroki sets down his chopsticks, standing from the table.

Before you could nod, Bakugou chimes in, “You don’t have to ask, just fucking use it.”

“Did somebody put a stick up your ass? You’re snappier than usual.” You ask once you hear the bathroom door down the hall come to a swift close, “Is it because I asked Todoroki to join us for dinner?”

The first answer you receive is a solid grunt and a view of his back as he heads into the living room, throwing himself into the corner of the sectional couch. A small pout forms on your lips, thinking maybe you truly did upset him in some way, shape, or form. 

Almost as if he could read your mind, Bakugou actually speaks up, “I’m not mad at you, come ‘ere.”

I guess the dishes can wait, you think to yourself as you abandon them in favor of joining him. Once you’re within reach, he snatches at your waist and pulls you on top of him, eliciting a small squeal past your lips at the sudden movement. 

“When you mentioned ‘spoiling me’ today,” He starts to explain, mindlessly rubbing small circles into your hips with his thumbs, “I was thinking something a little different than just my favorite food.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?” You coo, picking up on his less than subtle assumption, dragging the flat of your palm down his wrinkled black tee. 

His own hand abandons your waist in favor of the back of your neck, bringing your lips just inches from his, “Fuckin’ tease, if half-and-half wasn’t here I’d fuck you on this couch until the only thing you can say is my name.”

“How cliche of you, Kats– mmph–!” Your incessant teasing is cut off when Bakugou’s lips feverishly press to yours, clouding your thoughts until all you can focus on is him. The way his mouth molds perfectly over yours, the way his fingertips indent your skin as he holds you close; you almost entirely forget about the guest only a few feet down the narrow hallway.

Though it seems Bakugou already has, his hands impatiently slipping underneath your top so he can paw at your bra-clad breasts. A low moan reverberates from his chest, crawling up his throat and past parted lips when you unconsciously grind yourself on his lap. 

“Fuck, again.” He grunts, one of his large palms returning to your waist, guiding you along his clothed, hardening cock. You could feel your own arousal sticking to your panties with every roll of your hips, pressing your lips back onto his to keep any potential noises at bay.

Bakugou eagerly takes control, forcing your mouth open enough that he can slip his tongue inside and explore every inch of it. There’s no resistance on your part, only breathy little moans to indicate just how much you’re enjoying yourself. 

Just when you think he’s about to strip you of your flimsy top, someone clears their throat from only a few feet away. Not just someone, but Todoroki, your guest. 

You’re nearly ashamed of being caught in such a peculiar position, instinctively getting ready to scramble off of Bakugou’s lap, until you decide now is your chance. Just as he’s about to speak up, probably with threats that Todoroki should leave, you chime in first, “Oh, would you like to join us?”

The look of absolute bewilderment on Bakugou’s complexion is astounding, eyes nearly bulging out of his skull as his jaw bobs like a fish out of water. He’s about to push you off of him, hands already starting to lift you from his lap when Todoroki speaks next.

“Do you want me to join, Bakugou?” He’s got a small smirk on his lips, subtle enough that Bakugou almost doesn’t notice when he whips his head around, but he does. 

That’s when the gears seem to click into place, “You fucking assholes, did you two plan something behind my goddamn back?” 

His eyes settle back onto you, knowing that you’re the mastermind behind all of this. That conversation a few weeks prior burns in his memory, about how you wanted to have a threesome with him and another person. Out of sheer embarrassment, Bakugou nearly lets the word no glide off his tongue, because wouldn’t it be easier to deny the less than subtle sexual attraction he holds towards his old classmate? 

You can hear Todoroki slowly shuffling closer to the couch when Bakugou mumbles incoherent words under his breath, refusing to make eye contact. His head remains bowed for only a few seconds before you grasp at his chin, forcing him to turn and look at the other man who’s way closer than expected, “Use your words, baby, answer Todoroki’s question.”

“Fuck,” Bakugou’s tongue drags over his bottom lip, eyes now heavily focused on the other’s mouth, screw it, “Get your ass over here already, then.”

The moment said ass hits the plush couch, Bakugou’s fingers are curling into Todoroki’s sweater and pulling him closer, their noses just barely grazing. Surprisingly, it's Todoroki who bites the bullet and initiates first, urgently pressing his lips onto your boyfriend’s. 

Still perched on his lap, you can feel Bakugou’s cock twitch as their mouths mold perfectly against the other’s. You occupy yourself with the delicate expanse of his neck, peppering light, sensual kisses from his jawline down to his collarbones. Occasionally you’ll let your lips linger just a bit longer, gathering his skin between your teeth and sucking hard. He moans every time a new hickey blooms, allowing Todoroki to eventually guide his tongue past Bakugou’s lips and traverse the uncharted territory.

With your nose buried into the curve of his neck, you don’t notice when the two part ways, not until a strong hand curls around the back of your head. You’re lead up, head turning to meet two pairs of half-lidded eyes. Todoroki takes a short glance at Bakugou, waiting for him to give some form of approval. He does, slowly nodding his head and that’s when a new, foreign pair of lips mold over yours. 

Kissing Todoroki Shouto is very different; while Bakugou kisses like he’s trying to come out the victor in an intense fight, the other male kisses like he’s waltzing along a dancefloor with you curled in his arms. His movements are much slower, calculated, but it's a welcome change of pace. 

While you’re occupied with him, Bakugou takes the time to run his fingertips along your skin, hiking your top up until he can get a perfect view of your caged breasts. He yanks one of the cups down, exposing your pebbled nipple to his greedy gaze before latching onto it with his lips. 

You’re doing more moaning than actual kissing by the time Todoroki pulls back slightly, enough that you can see the amused grin plastered on his complexion, “Bakugou’s always been impatient, hm?”

“Have you seen these tits?” He accentuates his point by replacing his mouth with his palms, squeezing at the pliable skin.

Keening into his touch, you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, “Can we move to the bedroom already?”

“And he says that I’m the impatient one.” Bakugou snickers, but nonetheless lifts himself off the couch while keeping you wrapped around his frame. 

Your eyes linger on Todoroki the entire walk to the bedroom, feeling a bit smug when you take notice of the prominent bulge between his legs. It's because you’re so focused on imagining what his cock looks like that you don’t even notice you’ve reached your destination, not until you're unceremoniously tossed onto the plush mattress.

Both men swap a quick look at the other before joining you, crawling up both sides of your body until one of their mouths meet yours. You can quickly figure out that it's Bakugou whose lips are prying yours open first, leaving Todoroki to explore other parts of you. 

Starting with your neck, he trails cold, skin-tingling kisses down your body, using the effects of his quirk to cause goosebumps in his wake. Just as you had done to Bakugou, Todoroki occasionally lingers on a particular patch of skin and digs his teeth into it, marking you time and time again. 

By the time his fingers are peeling your shirt up and over your breasts again, Bakugou’s pulling back to admire your dazed expression, a lazy smirk on his own, “You look so desperate like this, you want both of us to fuck your greedy little cunt?”

“I–It’s your birthday, Katsuki, should be about you–”

“Well,” He practically coos, urging you with his hands to sit up enough that he can discard you of your flimsy top, “I want to see you fall apart on both of our cocks, you’ll do that for me, right?”

You let out a quiet moan at the insinuation alone; just the thought of two cocks inside of you has your skin growing unbelievably hot. Imagining the stretch of being so full has you nodding your head, giving both men the go ahead to absolutely have their way with you.

“Oi, half-n-half, prep this pretty cunt for us, will ya?” Bakugou exaggerates his point by smacking sharply at the damp space between your legs, causing you to jump from the sudden impact. 

Todoroki looks over at the blonde with a pointed glare, “Are you really going to keep calling me those dumb nicknames now?” 

“Oh? You don’t like it?” Bakugou leans closer to the other male, “Want me to call you princess? Pretty boy? Shouto?”

“You’re pretty cocky for someone who couldn’t even make the first move.”

“Fuck you.”

“I intend to, you know, fuck you.”

You can’t stop yourself from laughing at just how fast Bakugou’s cheeks burn red, “Should I leave to let you have your moment or are you both done bickering?”

“Nuh uh, you’re not going anywhere.” He digs his finger underneath the center of your bra, tugging at the material, “Take this off before I burn it off.”

His threat isn’t empty either, memories of all of your bras that have fallen victim to Bakugou Katsuki plague your mind. You seat yourself up enough to undo the tiny hooks, feeling the weight of your breasts the moment the fabric is removed.

The first one to get their hands on your fully exposed chest is Todoroki, curling one large hand around your right breast and bringing his lips to your hardened nipple. His tongue laves at your skin, swirling around the bud before fully gathering it between his teeth. Bakugou follows suit, taking your neglected breast and repeating the other’s actions. 

Your fingers scramble to seek purchase on the tops of their heads, raking your nails against their scalps. While you’re focused on that feeling, you fail to notice Bakugou grabbing Todoroki’s unoccupied hand, guiding it towards the numerous buttons of your jeans. 

It's not until you feel the buttons being undone one by one that you pick up on it, rocking your hips up to make it easier for both of them to work together, successfully tugging the denim down your thighs. Two fingers eagerly toy with your panties the first chance they get, tugging the sticky lace aside and exposing your cunt to the cool bedroom air. 

At least, you thought that was the case, but when the pads of Todoroki’s fingers press against your heat you squeal aloud at the chill that accompanies his touch. He drags them up and down at a tantalizing pace, occasionally brushing over your throbbing clit. You’re about to beg for more stimulation, the words please and more just hanging on your tongue when one of his fingers slides inside of you.

“You’re so tight,” Todoroki pants out at the feeling of your walls clinging like a vice. 

Bakugou detaches his lips from where he was sucking a dark mark on the underside of your breast, “Just wait til your cock’s inside her, pretty boy.”

“Fuck,” The thought of it alone has Todoroki quickly driving his finger in and out of your cunt, eventually adding a second, and then a third finger. Every time he just barely grazes that spongy spot, your back arches off of the mattress to where Bakugou’s using his forearm to hold you down. Not only that, but he’s kept himself preoccupied by gathering your clit between his teeth and sucking hard.

You can feel your impending orgasm fast approaching from their team effort, legs starting to shake from the overwhelming amount of pleasure in your abdomen, “I’m gonna cum, please, please,  please–”

“Cum for us, Y/N,” Todoroki quickens his pace, leaning his head down to tug at the shell of your ear. 

Bakugou hums in agreement, the vibrations against your clit the catalyst that sets you off, your orgasm washing over you from head to toe. Neither one of them slows down, watching as you throw your head back and let out the loudest moan, your entire frame twitching from the consistent stimulation. 

It doesn’t end up being as intense as you had expected though, settling down from your high rather quickly. You’re given maybe a few seconds to breathe while both men get up and remove themselves from their clothing entirely, two thick, hard cocks pointing directly towards you.

Your boyfriend is the first to make an actual move, throwing himself onto the mattress and resting his upper back against the wooden headboard. Strong arms curl around your waist, guiding you to sit between his legs in anticipation. 

“Get over here, pretty boy,” Bakugou grunts, soft palms caressing your sides as Todoroki returns to the bed. He’s on his knees in front of you, waiting for you to be in the right position to take both of them at the same time.

Once more you’re lifted up, legs scrambling for some sort of purchase while Bakugou aligns himself with your sopping wet entrance, “Ready, princess?”

“Please,” You then hook your teeth into your bottom lip as he sheathes himself inside of you, inch by inch filling your tight hole with his cock, “Oh fuck, Katsuki!”

“Yeah, that’s it, take my fat cock just like that, baby.” He spreads his legs wide, digging the balls of his feet into the mattress before thrusting in and out of your heat once – twice. 

It's always been much more intense from this position, the head of his cock able to hit that perfect spot inside of you. Your cunt clenches at the mental image of Todoroki sliding himself in along Bakugou, fingernails leaving crescent shaped marks along the blonde’s thighs. 

The thing is, you don’t even have to imagine the scenario when it's about to actually happen, two less familiar palms resting low on your hips and mismatched eyes peering at you intensely, “Don’t hesitate to stop us if it's too much.”

“Tch, she can handle it.” Bakugou counters from behind you, “Maybe you’re the one who’s afraid he’s gonna cum too fast.”

“I’ll be fine, unlike your massive ego.”

“Hah?”

“Oh my god, can you both just fuck me already?” You’re unsure of how else to get the two pro-heroes to stop bickering other than reminding them that you’re still in the room, one of their cocks already inside of you.

Bakugou cackles at your boldness, “Alright, fuck, get it on with pretty boy.”

Your eyes follow Todoroki’s movements, watching as he takes his length into his hand and starts guiding it towards your already stuffed entrance. His other hand occupies itself behind your neck, pulling both you and your attention towards his complexion, lips just barely grazing yours. 

“Oh fuck!” The words come out of your mouth in a struggle when the head of his cock manages to slip inside of you, “Holy shit.”

“So fucking tight.” Todoroki hisses, slowly drawing his hips forward, inch by inch filling you up more than you ever thought possible. 

Bakugou hisses from beneath you, throwing his head back onto the pillows at the feeling of another cock sliding against his own. It’s such a foreign sensation, being wedged between your wet, gummy walls and another man’s shaft; it takes a lot of mental willpower to keep him from cumming on the spot.

“See, I–I fucking told you we’d fit,” He grunts, experimentally bucking his hips into you and finding little resistance in his movements. 

Todoroki follows and eventually they develop their own pattern of how to fuck you, alternating back and forth in their powerful thrusts. While Bakugou reaches up to pinch at your overly sensitive nipples, Todoroki brings his thumb down to your similarly sensitive clit and rubs frantic circles against it.

“I–It’s too much–!” You try to squirm away from the overwhelming sensations, but it's all for naught when both of these powerful men have you at their mercy, fucking you relentlessly, “Katsuki–!”

“You can take it, baby, fuck you’re doing – hmpf – amazing.” Bakugou does falter slightly, opting to squeeze your breasts instead of focusing all the attention on the bruised buds. 

On the other hand, Todoroki doesn’t slow for a second, “You wanted this, don’t forget that, taking me to lunch asking if I’d join the two of you for a night.”

“Oh? Did she now? Did she give you those obnoxious puppy dog eyes too?” Bakugou joins in, feeling your cunt throb against their cocks at the slight humiliation. 

Todoroki nods, grinning at your blissed out expression when he thrusts particularly hard, “She did, makes me wonder if what she said was true.”

“And what was that?”

“That it was you who wanted to be fucked by me.”

“It is,” Bakugou finally admits, too high off the aroma of sex to even care, “Have you fucking seen yourself, half-n-half? Who wouldn’t want to be fucked by you?”

The fact that they can hold a conversation while simultaneously leading you towards your second orgasm of the night has your mind spinning, “K–Katsuki, Todoroki–”

“If it's what the birthday boy wants,” Todoroki pushes you down with his muscular frame, forcing your back to meet Bakugou’s chest, “Then it's what he gets.”

You hear their mouths meet in the middle at your shoulder, low moans vibrating between the two of them at first contact. There’s nowhere for you to go, trapped between their large bodies as they continue to fuck into you with reckless abandon, sliding their cocks together and pressing up against the spongey spot inside of you.

“Fuck, sorry, baby,” Bakugou exhales, pulling back from Todoroki after a few minutes. He forces your head to crane to the side, lips now brushing up against yours, “Don’t think we forgot about you, wanna see you cum around our cocks.”

Todoroki nods in agreement, leaning back to toy with your puffy clit yet again, “Fall apart for us, Y/N, show us just how good we’re making you feel.”

“Show Todoroki just how fucking hot you look when you cum, yeah? Our perfect little cocksleeve, stuffed so full…” Bakugou’s fingers dance along the front of your neck, humming in amusement at your sudden intake of breath, “Come on, be a good girl and cum.”

Your moan in response is sliced short when he curls his digits at your throat, effectively cutting off your airway. Of course it's that moment when the dam inside of you shatters, your second orgasm washing over you much stronger than the first. 

“Fuck, that’s it, make a fucking mess.” Bakugou squeezes just a little tighter, listening to your strangled cries as you squirt all over their cocks. The pressure causes both of them to slip out of you, but it doesn’t stop Todoroki from coaxing as much out of you as he can with his lithe fingers. 

It's not until Bakugou releases his grip on your throat that you let out a shaky “stop” and his ministrations on your highly abused clit ceases. You can feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, your body sensitive to every little sensation. 

“Oi,” Bakugou lays you down at his side before hovering over you, fingers caressing down the side of your complexion in a rare display of affection, “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” You sigh, a content smile falling on your lips, “I’m good.”

“That’s good, you did fucking great–!” His voice rises in pitch when a finger slowly begins circling his puckered rim, “Hng, Todoroki, shit–”

“Do you have lube?” The other male asks, palming Bakugou's plush ass with his other hand, squeezing at the malleable flesh.  

You reach with one arm over to the nightstand, barely pushing it open with the tips of your fingers, “Katsuki, can you grab it?”

“Y–Yeah,” He stammers, the confidence he normally bears like a badge of honor crumbling in front of you. It’s unlike him to cower in the presence of the unknown, but he’s quite obviously nervous when his hand that now held the bottle of lube is visibly shaking. 

Todoroki seems to catch on, surprisingly, taking the bottle from your boyfriend’s grasp and laying both of his palms at his sides, “Do you still want to do this, Bakugou? We can stop–”

“No!” He snaps his hips back, causing the side of Todoroki’s cock to brush against his unprepared hole, “You think I’m fucking scared of taking it up the ass?”

“Yeah, it kind of seems like it.”

“Tch, you’re wrong.” Bakugou buries his nose at the side of your neck, hiding his obvious flushed cheekbones. 

He starts with leaving gentle presses of his lips along the love bites that litter your skin while you hear the sound of Todoroki squirting lube onto his long fingers. Gentle kisses turn into harsh bites the moment his finger breaches past Bakugou’s tight hole, entering him slowly and carefully.

“Is this okay?” Todoroki pushes a bit deeper, watching as Bakugou keens in front of him, letting out an unabashed moan that it is, in fact, more than okay.

He doesn’t push any farther than one finger, allowing the blonde to get adjusted to the foreign sensation just enough that he’s ready for more. In the meantime, you’re running your fingers through his messy locks, feeling his cock occasionally graze over your folds. Despite being thoroughly fucked only minutes prior, your body stirs to life with even the slightest touch. 

“Oh fuck, please,” Bakugou groans when Todoroki inserts a second finger, curling them until he successfully presses up against his prostate. 

Watching your normally dominating boyfriend be reduced to a begging, desperate mess before your very eyes has you mesmerized, taking note of his blissed out expressions. Those deep, red eyes practically pleading when they meet yours once more, eyebrows furrowed and his bruised lips parted, he looks absolutely destroyed and he hasn’t even been fucked yet.

Two fingers quickly turns into three, and before you know it Todoroki is rolling a condom over his painfully hard cock, sighing when the lube cools his skin even through the latex, “Ready?”

“Of course I’m fucking ready!” Bakugou shouts back, adjusting himself between both of your bodies so that the head of his cock is toying with your entrance, “Open these pretty legs for me, princess.”

You obey with no questions asked, allowing him to fill you up once again until his balls slap at your skin. Just as he sheathes inside of you to the hilt, Todoroki presses into Bakugou, pushing his head past the tight rim of muscle until he’s breached inside.

“Holy shit, fuck, fuck!” Bakugou’s mumbling endless strings of curse words through his loud moans, feeling Todoroki enter him inch by tantalizing inch.

Tears threaten to spill from the corner of his eyes as Todoroki bottoms out inside of him. Hips flush to the swell of Bakugou’s ass, he slowly drags out before slamming back in, “Your ass is clinging to me so much, mmph–”

“Yeah? You better not fucking cum when you’ve only just started.” Bakugou warns, though his words don’t hold as much bark as they usually do, his voice wobbling through the sentence. 

Todoroki releases a breathy chuckle, “I don’t plan on it.”

He solidifies his point by digging crescent marks into the blonde’s small waist, using him as leverage to thrust in and out of his tight ass at a steady pace. For every rut of his hips, Bakugou’s own cock drives in and out of you. You can feel the prominent veins that decorate his length throb with every move; he’s truly doing everything he can not to cum.

“Does it feel good Katsuki? Is this what you wanted?” Your hands reach up to cup his burning hot cheeks, pressing your lips to his once – twice, “Todoroki’s fat cock plowing your ass, it's pretty big right?”

All he can do is mewl in response, slamming his fist against the mattress when Todoroki realigns his hips and slams directly into his prostate. The tears that once pooled at his lower lash line fall freely down his face, pattering at your soft skin. 

“You didn’t answer her question, Katsuki,” His given name rolls off Todoroki’s tongue with such ease, a taunting lilt in his tone, “Is this what you wanted?”

Again, he can’t find it in him to respond, too afraid of how weak he’ll sound, “I– I–”

Suddenly the weight of his body atop yours vanishes altogether, Todoroki lifting him up by his disheveled mess of hair, “Answer us, is this what you wanted?”

“Yes! Holy shit yes! Please!” Bakugou doesn’t even know what he’s begging for anymore, his entire frame from head to toe oversaturated in immense pleasure. He doesn’t even know which way is up or down at this point, all he can think, hear, see is Todoroki Shouto.

Of course, you’re there too, your tight hole gripping him and making everything a million times harder, literally. A hand twisting his head snaps him a bit back to reality, a pair of lips urgently slanting over his. Todoroki leads the kiss, never wavering in his thrusts while he continues to hold Bakugou’s large body up.

It almost feels like you’re invading their private moment, despite the fact that the man being fucked within an inch of his life happens to be your partner of over three years now. Your half–lidded eyes just watch as they suck at the other’s tongue, breathing the other’s air, moaning each other’s names.

“I’m– I’m gonna cum–” Bakugou looks down at you, almost as though he’s asking for permission to fill you up with his seed. 

You nod, reaching for his excessively sweaty hand and intertwining your fingers with his, unbothered by the little sparks setting off against your palm. It takes three more thrusts of Todoroki’s hips for Bakugou’s cock to pump rope after rope of hot cum into your eager womb, milking him for every single last drop. He’s unashamedly moaning through it all, eyes cross and tongue nearly lolling past his bottom lip as he empties himself inside of you. Todoroki slowly releases his hold, letting Bakugou flop down onto your body.

You’re so focused on making sure the blonde is still conscious that you almost fail to notice that Todoroki is still very hard, pulling out of Bakugou’s ass and ridding himself of the condom, “You didn’t cum?”

“Hah?” Your boyfriend perks his head up, “Who– he didn’t fucking cum?!” 

“Not yet, no, it’s fine–”

“Like hell it is!” Bakugou lifts himself up from you on shaky arms, pointing one towards the head of the bed, “Get your ass over there and lay down.” 

Todoroki does as he’s told, back leaning against the headboard as his painfully erect cock stands tall, “Now what?”

“Now,” You watch as Bakugou crawls over and settles between the other male’s legs, grasping his shaft with one hand, “You’re gonna take what I give you, got it?”

“I said it’s fine–!” Todoroki gasps when plump lips wrap themselves around his head, swirling their tongue around the tip. 

Knowing full well this is the first time Bakugou’s ever even had a cock in his mouth, you make your way over to his side and pull him up by the back of his neck, “Be careful with your teeth, Katsuki–”

“I can handle myself, you know! You’ve sucked my cock too many times to count, I think I know how it goes.” Arrogant as ever, he brings himself back down, taking nearly half of Todoroki’s length down his throat. Todoroki groans before digging his nails into the bedsheets, trying so hard not to buck his hips up.

Though its all short lived when Bakugou sputters back up, heaving only slightly, “How the fuck–”

“Let me show you how it's done.” You shove him over to the side, glancing up at Todoroki who’s seemingly amused by your ridiculous banter. 

Smaller fingers replace Bakugou’s, curling tightly around the hot skin before you lap at the head, gathering some precum on your tongue. Red eyes watch your every move, from your lips enveloping his cock to you slowly guiding yourself down, lower and lower until your nose reaches his mismatched pubic hair. How did you not pick up on that before?

“Mmph, shit–” Todoroki’s back bows off the bed when he hits the back of your throat, feeling your passageway constrict at the intrusion. You remain down for a few more seconds before pulling back up for air. 

Bakugou’s full on scowling when you peer in his direction, a cheeky grin plastered on your own lips, “You have to relax your throat, let me guide you.”

“Fine,” He grumbles, allowing you to control his pace, fingers weaved between his poor, unruly hair as he lowers himself down onto his cock once more. 

You hold him steady as he closes his lips around the head, being sure to keep his teeth away from the tender skin, “Okay, now slowly bob your head down, breathe through your nose…”

There’s no denying that he’s a fast learner once he takes the chance to follow your aid, his own nose brushing against Todoroki’s pubic hair as he relaxes his throat. You urge him to glide back up, setting up a steady rhythm of his lips bobbing up and down on his cock. 

“Look at you, Katsuki, you look quite pretty with a cock in your mouth.” He flips you off in response, refusing to slow down his ministrations while Todoroki lets out soft sighs and moans at his impending orgasm. 

Finally, you release your grip on him, opting to join him instead. You manage to squeeze in between Todoroki’s thighs, parting your lips and snaking your tongue out to toy with the seam of his balls. Eliciting yet another pretty moan from the number three hero, you gather both in your mouth and suck hard.

You can feel the skin tighten the closer he reaches his peak, but you refuse to let up, licking and sucking on whatever part of his cock Bakugou isn’t occupied with. A culmination of saliva and precum coats his shaft and also dribbles down your boyfriend’s chin, but he’s unaware of anything but reducing the other male to a cumming, blissed out mess. 

“I’m– fuck, Bakugou–” He can’t even finish his sentence when you feel his balls tighten, spurts of warm cum shooting down the back of Bakugou’s throat. With furrowed brows he refuses to let up, swallowing every bit of the thick liquid that Todoroki has to give until there’s nothing to give. 

A brief silence falls over the three of us as Bakugou removes himself from Todoroki, tossing himself backwards onto the bed. He’s also the first to break said silence, “You have a shit diet, Todoroki, I can tell by your cum.”

“Oh, sorry,” Todoroki apologizes, trying to catch his breath after the intense orgasm he just had. You, on the other hand, can’t quell the laughter that erupts from your throat and spills past your kiss-swollen lips.

Two arms gather around you, pulling you against their chest, “What’s so fucking funny, hah?”

“Nothing, nothing,” You sigh, looking up at Bakugou and noticing just how content he is in this moment, “This was fun, we should do it again sometime.”

“Only if that bastard eats better food, I’ll consider it.” He presses his lips to yours for a chaste, brief kiss, one full of unmistakable adoration, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” 

“Can I use your bathroom?”

“What did I say earlier about asking?! Just go!” 

While Todoroki absconds to your master bathroom with his clothes in tow, the two of you change into more casual attire for the rest of the evening. It's when the dual-haired male returns that you remember, “Oh! I have cake in the fridge!”

“What flavor?” Bakugou cocks up an eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest.

You roll your eyes, “Strawberry, the only fruit cake you like, why would I get anything else?”

“Fine.” He walks off towards the kitchen, leaving both you and Todoroki to glance at the other.

“Wanna have some cake? You can stay the night too, it's getting kinda late.”

“Sure.” Todoroki smiles softly, following you to meet up with the ever impatient Bakugou down the hall.

While you’re singing ‘Happy Birthday’ off-key with Todoroki joining in with his monotone voice, Bakugou’s cheeks flushed in utter embarrassment, you’re quite happy with the outcome of the evening. 

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to build a home || eren jaeger

 “I’ll always choose you.”  – Domestic life with Eren in a canon-divergent world

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female!Reader 

Warnings: Smut (18+), Heavy Canon-Divergence, Vague Manga Spoilers (Only Chapter 123), Super Domestic & Fluffy, Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Use of Good Girl, Lots of Praise, Talk of Pregnancy, Eren is Whipped™

Word Count: 5.1k+

A/N: As I mention in the warnings, this fic involves heavy canon-divergence (specifically diverges from the events of Chapter 123, I don’t mention anything else from the manga)! I really wanted to write a softer fic for Eren where he’s just endlessly in love with you 🥺 so here it is! Please let me know your thoughts 💚 A big thank you to Cookie @cellotonin​​ for beta-reading for me tysm!!

It wasn’t always like this, calm and serene. The small village that your home resides in was once stomping grounds for the Titans only a few years prior. If you look closely at the earth beneath you there’s still some patches of compacted dirt that refuse to sprout grass, far too damaged from the trampling of those large creatures to recover. You don’t mind the uneven terrain; although it bears a stark reminder of the grim past, it also serves as a symbol of victory for the reclaim of Shiganshina.

While you look past the imperfections, your boyfriend is adamant that he’s going to restore the front yard to its former glory. That is, when he actually remembers to do so. More often than not he’s way too preoccupied with Scout duties to worry about some measly grass. There may no longer be Titans for the Scout Regiment to slaughter, but continuing to restore Wall Maria and develop allies beyond the sea remains a priority. 

You were taking part in these duties until a freak accident with your ODM gear rendered you bed-ridden for a month and stuck at home for nearly three, nursing two bruised ribs, a laceration across your forearm, and a broken tibia. Being unable to care for yourself drove you nearly to the brink of insanity, your only solace being the company of said boyfriend, Eren Jaeger. 

When he wasn’t swamped with meetings and training and the like, he waited on you hand and foot with little complaint on his end. In fact, despite the exhaustion worn on his complexion, Eren seemed to enjoy taking care of you. He went above and beyond, learning from the nurses how to sanitize and swap the bandages on your arm, teaching himself how to cook for you in what little free time he had, and so much more. 

By the time you could start maneuvering around the house on a flimsy pair of crutches, Eren and your other companions boarded a boat to Marley to infiltrate a conference overseas. The week he was gone was one of the loneliest seven days of your life, other than the daily visits from the nurses you were relatively on your own. 

A small part of you couldn’t stop fearing that maybe he wouldn’t come back to you, to the life you’ve built together in that small rustic cottage on the outskirts of where he was raised as a child. So when he walked through that squeaky front door exactly a week later you carelessly tossed yourself into his arms, crutches clattering to the floor as you buried your nose into his neck and breathed a sigh of relief. 

It's been a little over a month since he’s returned, almost three months since your incident, and you’re more than ready to escape the confines of this medical house arrest. You’ve been instructed by the Scout Regiment’s designated doctor to perform light exercises daily for two weeks before returning to semi-active work, which more or less means you’ll be stuck in office duties. Nonetheless, you can’t wait to be able to adorn your uniform and stand alongside your companions once more. 

The wait wouldn’t be much longer either, for you only have 72 hours remaining of medical leave. Only three more days left before you can grab tea from your favorite local cafe, visit the horse stables, see your friends on the daily. Until then, you continue to exercise in the backyard, letting the sun’s harsh rays beat down on you as you complete your last few sets of crunches.

It’s while you’re outside that Eren returns home, cursing to himself as he struggles with the fidgety lock on the front door. He had been away on a two-day trip to Stohess for mandatory business, promising that on his arrival back he’d spend the entire weekend by your side. It wasn’t an easy promise to make given his vital role in the Scouts, hell it took a lot just for Commander Hange and Captain Levi to allow him to get this small home with you. 

“Oi, where are you?” Eren calls out your name, a bit deflated at the lack of physical affection he usually receives when he walks through the door. The slight frown across his face vanishes altogether when he finds you among the greenery outside, arms outstretched at your sides as you steady your racing heart.

You have yet to notice his presence, digging your heels into the soil beneath you as you prepare to start your final set. Just as you reposition your arms over your chest, two strong hands grabbing at your shoes has you lurching up into your first crunch with a startled shout, “Are you trying to put me into cardiac arrest?!”

“I didn’t get my welcome home kiss,” Eren pouts dramatically, even more so when you fall back down onto the grass, “Hey!” 

When you lift yourself up again, you lean forward just enough to peck his lips and whisper, “Two.”

He catches on quickly, unable to mask his cheeky grin as you kiss him for every rep until you reach fifteen. When the final number leaves your tongue, you curl your fingers into his loose tee and pull hard, forcing him to tumble on top of your sweaty frame. 

“Welcome home, Eren,” You say through ragged breaths and an exhausted smile, unable to even catch said breath before he slants his lips over yours for a real kiss. Locks of long, brown hair cast a veil around his face as you undo his messy bun, letting out a soft gasp when he playfully squeezes at your side in retaliation.  

He uses this newfound opportunity to slide his tongue over yours, pulling you impossibly closer to his hard figure until your chest presses to his. At the same time, one of his hands reaches forward until he can cup at the side of your jaw, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You can feel Eren’s heartbeat, hear the way it speeds up the longer the two of you make out on the grass of your backyard. The two of you could lie there for hours doing so, but a sudden growling noise from Eren’s stomach pulls you both apart.

“Somebody’s hungry,” You tease, lifting yourself to rest on your elbows, half-expecting him to follow your lead.

He doesn’t budge, instead buries his nose into the junction of your shoulder and neck and mumbles, “Yeah, for more than just food though.”

“Eren, I-I need a shower,” You try to ignore the way your skin warms at his suggestive words, “I could do that while you start dinner–” Another round of grumbling interrupts you, but this time it's coming from you.

His laughter tickles your skin before he leans back to meet your eyes, “How about we cook dinner together, and then take a bath together after?”

“I must smell bad though from working out – Eren!”

You’re partially mortified when your boyfriend dips down and takes a long whiff of your armpit, “You smell fine, let’s go!” 

Although he claims that you don’t reek of excess sweat and dirt, you decide to at least change into something more comfortable anyways. When you meet with Eren in the kitchen he’s already tied his hair back up into a bun, grabbing a handful of ingredients and laying them out on the counter.

“Baby, can you chop the veggies for me while I get the broth ready?” He asks, shooting you that toothy grin that makes your heart flutter even after all these years. 

Circling the wooden island, you start aligning the carrots along the chopping board while thinking back to only a few months prior, “Remember when you nearly set our home on fire the first week we were here?”

As a housewarming gift, the two of you received a beautiful, albeit small given the circumstances, assortment of fresh meat and vegetables from the Scouts. Eren was starstruck by the array of food, to say the least, and wasted no time in setting blaze to the wood in the oven to cook what would be dinner. In his excitement, he forgot to close the small metal door that keeps the fire contained and it wasn’t until flashes of orange licked at the outside of the stone that you bolted over to close it. 

With your back to him, you miss the way Eren rolls his eyes at your remark, but don’t miss the handful of your plush ass he grabs while leaning over you, “You’re just jealous cause I’m a better cook than you now.”

“Are you challenging me, Jaeger?” 

“Another day,” He reaches his head around and presses a swift kiss to your cheek, “I have to think of what I get when I win first.” 

While the broth begins to slowly cook the vegetables, you find yourself perched on top of one of the counters with Eren’s solid frame between your legs. He lets his calloused palms wander along the exposed skin of your thighs, listening to you talk about your less than eventful day as if it's the most captivating tale he’s ever heard. 

“So what did they need you in Stohess for?” You ask, curling your legs around his upper waist.

Eren thinks about it for a moment before responding, “We had another debriefing between the Scouts, Military Police, and Garrison over the conference in Marley.” 

“You don’t talk much...about that trip,” His eyes no longer meet yours, “What did they say at the conference?”

“They said, our enemies are the devils of that island...” The words sound like venom falling from his lips as he finally tells you what happened; from the moment they arrived at the other side of the sea to the conference itself and finally, what was going through your lover’s head during these critical moments.

“I…” Eren falters, instinctively pulling you closer to him by wrapping his arms around your middle, “I wanted to stay there, you know, in Marley. I wanted to walk out of that conference and...and...fight for all of us anyway I could.”

Your eyes widen at the confession, “Eren…”

“I came back, though, I chose to trust our friends and superiors. I chose you.” He finally meets your tender gaze, grey eyes swimming with a plethora of emotions, “I’ll always choose you.”

His cheeks are flushed a dusty pink when you cradle his face between your palms, leaning down until your nose just brushes over his. Until your lips meet one another’s in the middle, attempting to convey just how much you love him through this single shared kiss alone. That you hope he never finds himself regretting his decision.

“You’re so cute when you blush.” You coo when the two of you pull apart for much needed air, running your thumb along his skin that’s growing even warmer from your teasing words. 

“Shut up,” Eren huffs with furrowed brows, but refuses to let go of you just yet, “You’re embarrassing.”

“We’re the only ones here!” 

He squeezes your side once more, “Doesn’t matter– dinner’s probably ready, let’s eat before I starve.” 

Although taught in childhood not to scarf down your meals, neither of you hold back once the creamy soup fills up your ceramic bowls. Eren nearly chokes on a piece of carrot in his haste and in your laughter you cause a violent coughing fit, chugging copious amounts of water in the process.

“I could’ve died from a single carrot and you’re laughing at me,” He chides, but the way he rubs soothing circles against your back and hands you his half-full glass of water shows anything but anger, “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry it was just your face,” You let out one more giggle before taking a final swig of water, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

Eren reaches over and wipes at a stray teardrop that manages to escape, amused by the entire situation, “It’s okay, I’ll go get the bath started, stinky.”

“You said I smelled fine!” Your eyes narrow at your boyfriend who’s already heading towards the bathroom.

It’s days like today, you think to yourself while washing the dishes, all these little moments the two of you share underneath this roof that make you fall in love with him all over again. The privacy of a home to be vulnerable with one another, to be outwardly obnoxious, to be unapologetically yourself with the person you love the most. 

Of course, Eren was always good at allowing his passionate, albeit impulsive personality to shine in everything he does. It's probably one of the reasons you latched onto him so quickly in the Training Corps to begin with. From befriending one another at 12 years old, to sharing your first kiss during a stupid game of spin the bottle at 14, to both of you confessing to one another the night before you took back Shiganshina; its all lead to now. 

Now, where two arms are snaking around your waist and causing you to nearly leap out of your skin for the second time today, “Bath’s ready, sweetheart.”

“I just have a few more dishes– hey!” 

The dishes end up lingering in the sink when you’re promptly swept up and carried to the bathroom. Patience runs thin in Eren’s veins, as evident by the way he begins disrobing seconds after setting you back down on your own two feet. You glance over to see the bathtub filled nearly to the brim with soapy, warm water, a light lavender fragrance crawling up your nose.

“You joining me or what?” Eren grabs your attention, your eyes immediately drawn downwards when you realize he’s entirely exposed, “My eyes are up here, ya know.”

“I-I wasn’t–”

He leans over and places a swift kiss on your lips, dissipating any and all words that were about to leave your mouth, “Don’t keep me waiting.”

The water spills only slightly when he enters the tub, resting his back against the edge while submerging himself from the shoulders down. You strip yourself of your shorts and tee rather quickly, fumbling with your pesky bra all while your boyfriend watches your every move with half-lidded eyes. 

A hand is held out for you when you walk over to the tub, aiding you into the warm water one leg at a time. It isn’t until you’re seated that Eren drags you backwards into his chest to hold you close in his embrace. One of his arms remains curled at your middle while the other drapes over the rim of the tub, legs tangled with yours under the water. You allow your head to fall back onto his chest, eyes fluttering to a close. 

There’s a small silence that fills the bathroom, but it's comfortable. The two of you simply enjoy one another’s presence, listening to the sounds that surround your cottage home like the stray cats meandering along the roads or the horses trotting down them. On occasion you may hear the people atop the horses engaging in idle chatter, but for the most part it's quiet. Your home is far enough from any neighbors that privacy is guaranteed.

“Are you excited to get back to work?” Eren breaks the silence with a question, letting his fingertips ghost over your stomach under the water.

You release a small bout of laughter from the ticklish feeling before responding, “I am, yeah, I miss everybody.”

“They all miss you, trust me, I get asked all the time about you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” He hums, burying his nose into the side of your neck, “I miss you, too.”

“You see me practically everyday, Eren.”

His lips press to your damp skin once – twice before speaking again, “Yeah, but I miss leaving the house with you, do you know how boring it is trying to talk to the MPs who escort me everyday. The sticks up their asses must be huge.”

One of the agreements that Eren had to make with Hange and Levi was that Military Police must be stationed within 200 feet of your home at all times, escorting Eren to and from Scouts Headquarters. Given the target on his back, if something were to happen they’d be able to report it immediately.

“I usually have nice conversations with them, though they are pretty quiet when both of us are there.” You think back to the rare occasions that you’d ride in the carriage by your lonesome.

The hold your lover has you in only tightens at this newfound knowledge, “Oh really?”

“Are you jealous?” There’s a hint of amusement in your tone as you ask.

Eren shakes his head, “Not at all, I know you’re mine, they might need a reminder though…”

You’re about to ask what he means by that when his lips return to the crook of your neck, only this time he bares his teeth and gathers your skin between them to form a bruise in his wake. It’s impossible for you to hold in any noises, letting out a low moan as he embellishes your neck with love bites. Ones that most definitely will still be lingering by the time you see those MPs again. 

At the same time, both of his hands reach up and cup your soapy breasts, taking each pebbled nipple between his fingers and pulling hard, “Eren–!”

“What is it, baby?” He cooes, his saccharine tone a stark contrast to the way he deviously tweaks at the taut, wet skin, eliciting soft mewls from your parted lips, “Am I making you feel good? Only I can do that, yeah?”

Your back arches into his touch as you nod shamelessly, “Only you, always you–!” 

“This beautiful body is all mine.” He licks a stripe up towards your ear before tugging your cartilage between his teeth. 

When you're pulled into his chest again, you can feel his hardening cock pressing up against your lower back. It’s only been a few days since the two of you have been intimate with one another, but time melts into nonexistence when you find yourself entirely consumed by Eren and his overwhelming presence.

The stimulation to your breasts creates a dull ache between your legs, specifically your neglected clit, “I need more, please–”

“More?” Eren hums, fingers pinching even harder at your nipples, “Tell me where you want me then.”

Your hips roll forwards, splashing water over the rim of the tub in a desperate attempt for friction that you crave, “I want you inside...”

“Inside where?” A whimper escapes you when he lets go of your breasts, but you’re quickly silenced by two of his thick, long digits pushing past your pouty lips, “Inside this fuckable mouth?”

Tears gather along your lower lash line from the pressure as he drags the pads of his fingertips along your tongue, exploring the wet cavern with zeal. It isn’t until he presses down on the pink muscle that you gag, throat constricting around nothing while Eren snickers behind you.

His fingers are coated in a generous amount of your saliva when he removes them from your mouth, allowing you a moment of respite to catch your breath and wantonly beg, “Eren, please…”

“Spread those pretty legs for me,” You do as he says without a second thought, knees knocking against each side of the tub, “Just like that, good girl.”

The praise goes directly between your legs, as does his hand as he submerges it into the water, “I think you want me inside here–” 

Eren runs his fingers up and down your folds, not yet giving you what you’re truly seeking, “Am I right?”

“Yes!” You toss your head back, letting out a sharp gasp when he finally slips two digits inside of your tight hole. His expression unconsciously matches yours, furrowed eyebrows and parted lips, as you take both of them to the hilt with ease.

“Always take my fingers so fucking well,” He grunts as he steadily thrusts said fingers in and out of your warm cunt, “It’s like you were made just for me.”

Any feeble attempts at holding in your moans are for naught when his fingertips press up against that spongy spot inside of you, dragging you closer and closer to your eventual release. His fully hard cock is throbbing at your backside now, rocking his hips against you in search of some sort of relieving friction.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Eren demands as he picks up the pace, falling into that perfect, euphoric rhythm that has your legs beginning to shake from the intense pleasure. 

It's hard for you to even think, let alone speak but you manage to blurt out, “Yours! I’m yours!”

“That’s right,” He lets out a soft chuckle at your debauched state, using his free hand to grab at your breasts once more, “I’m yours too, you know. Feel my cock pressed up against you? That’s all for you, always will be.”

“Want it–” You whine, that coil inside of your abdomen growing tighter and tighter with every thrust of his fingers, “Want your cock–”

“You’ll get it, I promise, cum for me first, yeah? You’ll do that for me, baby?”

There’s a brief moment of disappointment when his digits slip out of you, causing an undeniable feeling of emptiness, but there’s little time for you to dwell on that when he begins rubbing tight, fast circles against your aching clit. 

“Eren!” If you lived any closer to the neighbors they’d be sure to hear you crying out your lover’s name, repeating it like a mantra. A part of you wouldn’t even care if they heard, hell if anyone heard you shout the name of the man who’s sending you to the edge of climax.

When your thighs start to meet from the overwhelming pressure, he’s quick to use his strength to force them back apart, using his own legs to keep yours spread. It’s a paradox, the way everything feels like too much but not enough all at once. 

Despite this, it only takes one more order in that low, seductive timbre for you to fall apart, “That’s it, cum for me.”

Your eyes roll back in your skull as your orgasm crashes over you, your entire figure trembling from the intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Eren doesn’t falter for a second, rolling your highly sensitive clit between his fingers as your body jerks and spasms in response.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” He presses a gentle kiss right below your ear as he coaxes you through it, “I love watching you fall apart for me, so fucking hot.”

When you finally calm from the high of your climax, you instinctively turn and curl into Eren’s natural body heat. It didn’t help that the once warm bath water is now cool and frankly, a bit filthy, “So much for taking a bath to clean ourselves.”

“You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago, actually if I recall correctly you were crying out my name so loud and pretty–”

“Yeah, okay, I get it!” The two of you fall into a small fit of laughter, Eren smothering your cheeks with light pecks of his lips before you finally decide to exit the tub. 

Just as you step onto the tiled floor and wrap a wool towel around yourself though, you’re picked up and carried to your shared bedroom, “I can walk, you know–!” 

You land on the plush mattress with an audible thud, Eren wasting little time in discarding his towel and crawling up your figure. The realization that your still slightly wet bodies are now dampening the sheets has you parting your lips in protest, only his mouth descends onto yours before you get the chance to speak. 

It’s impossible for you to resist his charms anyways, allowing him to carefully unfurl the soft fabric of your towel and expose you to the cool evening air that wisps in from the window left ajar. His lips coax yours open with fervor, tongue exploring your mouth as though he hadn’t only hours prior. 

Your fingernails seek purchase in his long brunette locks, scratching gently at his scalp and receiving satisfaction from the sweet noises he lets out in response. Only, you’re so caught up in this moment that you don’t even notice his leaking cock hovering over your cunt until it’s gliding along your puffy, wet folds.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” Eren whines into your mouth before he leans back, eyebrows knitted together as he gathers your slick along his shaft with every rock of his hips, “Can I, baby? Please, please can I–”

“Yes–” You hardly get the word off your tongue before he grabs at his cock and aligns his head with haste. 

Both of you moan in unison when he breaches your entrance, sliding inch by tantalizing inch inside of you until he’s settled at the hilt. Your gummy walls grip onto his length like a vice, already attempting to milk him for everything he has to give. 

“A perfect fit,” He muses, gazing down at you with nothing but love and adoration swimming in his pretty grey irises. One of his hands reaches up to caress the side of your complexion, letting his fingertips ghost along your skin. The gentle action is a stark contrast to the way he drags his hips back until only his thick head remains, and then slamming himself back inside of you just as fast.

You claw at his back at the sudden merciless pace, embellishing the skin in angry red lines that you know he’ll wear proudly until they fade, “Eren– mmph, please, so full–”

“What is it, hm? You can take it, right? You always take me so fucking well,” He swallows your mewls greedily from your lips, kissing you over and over while he fucks you with reckless abandon. Eren’s always been more talkative during sex, letting any and all thoughts that cross his mind spill off his tongue.

It’s endearing, albeit difficult to respond when he’s pounding your tight hole and angling his hips to kiss that spongy spot inside of you with the head of his cock. When his heavy balls are smacking your ass with every thrust. When his fingers reach downwards to play with your clit once more. 

“I love you, fuck, I love you so much,” He interrupts himself with a low groan, your walls constricting around his veiny shaft in response, “Everything about you, since the day we met…”

You blink away the tears that unconsciously threaten to escape, bucking your hips into his movements as you reciprocate, “I love you, too…”

Minutes tick by in what feels like only seconds, legs curled at Eren’s middle as your mind grows foggy with your impending release. His stamina is intense; the way he’s been able to keep a steady pace of fucking you on his thick cock, stimulating your clit, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, he makes it look so easy.

“I’m so close…” He stammers out, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip as he glances down to watch his length disappear inside of you time and time again, “Wanna stuff your cute little hole full of my cum until you’re swollen with my kid.”

Yet again, your cunt speaks more for you than you can at this moment, tightening against him at the notion. Eren picks up on it immediately, unintentionally slowing down, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Please–”

“Tell me you want it, tell me–” 

“I do! I do, Eren! Fill me with your cum, let me give you a baby, please!”

Your legs are ripped from his upper waist and placed over his muscular shoulders instead, feet dangling on each side of your head when he leans down and kisses you hard. Intoxicated on the idea of breeding and filling you the brim, he jackhammers into you in search of his release. Eager to finish alongside him, you reach down and try not to squirm when the pads of your fingers rest on your clit, rubbing tight circles against the highly sensitive bud. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck, gonna fill you up so– so good, oh shit I’m cumming–” Eren babbles mindlessly as his cock pulses and pumps thick, hot ropes of cum into your eager womb. He lets out a sharp cry, burying his nose into the junction of your neck while riding it out. This manages to help set off your own climax, tears rolling down your cheeks as you sob from the white-hot pleasure running through you for a second time that evening.

The both of you cling to one another in your post-coital bliss, sweaty bodies lazily intertwined at your limbs while attempting to steady your palpitating hearts. Eren’s head now rests on your lower stomach, your fingers combing out the pesky knots in his hair as you stare up at the ceiling. If you focus hard enough, you can feel his cum beginning to trail out of your stuffed hole and onto the sheets below.

“You know, I was thinking…” He glances up at you, grabbing your attention, “Let’s get married.”

“What did you say?” Your voice is shaky as you sit fully upright, unsure if you heard the man in front of you correctly.

Eren grabs your hand when you struggle to meet his eyes, giving it a gentle squeeze as he repeats himself, “Let’s get married, tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!” 

“Yeah, why not?” His gaze is solemn, not a hint of falsehood to be seen, “We can go to the jewelers tomorrow morning and get matching bands and oh, there’s a small little chapel downtown where my parents got married–”

“Eren…” You cut him off, feeling partially guilty at the way he deflates from your tone, “You’re serious? You want to marry me?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

“You know our friends will be so upset they didn’t get to see,” The next thought you have makes you giggle, “I can already hear Sasha yell at us for not taking advantage of the expensive food we could get if we hosted an official reception.”

He takes a moment to act as though he’s reconsidering, but the roll of his eyes says otherwise, “They’ll get over it, so what do you say? Will you marry me?”

“Of course I will, you big dork.”

The rest of the evening passes in a blur once you throw yourself back into your lover’s arms, awake until the early hours of the morning wrapped in each other’s embrace while talking about the future. Neither of you know what’s in store, but you both know that you’ll take it head on, hand-in-hand, together.

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laws of attraction || itadori yuuji

You’re partnered with Itadori Yuuji for a four-week long project regarding the Psychology of Love & Attraction, coming out of these twenty eight days a little more educated on the topic from more than just research alone. 

Pairing: College Student!Itadori Yuuji x GN!Reader 

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 12.7k+

A/N: This is a collab fic for Mel’s @titan-fodder​ The Java Shop! I know it may seem like this isn’t a coffee shop au but a majority (70-80%) of the fic does take place in the coffee shop reader works at! This definitely wound up way longer than anticipated, but I really enjoyed writing this and put a lot of effort into it! Please let me know your thoughts! 💗 also big big thank you to @redbeanteax​ for beta-reading for me 🥰

Click here to see AMAZING fanart for this fic by @/richarts!!

INTRODUCTION

If only you had scrolled far enough down on RateMyProfessors would you have seen the copious amounts of reviews that heavily mention group projects. Better yet, if only you actually read the syllabus, where it's mentioned multiple times that group projects are a vital part of the curriculum. Maybe then you wouldn’t still be on the roster for Psychology 101, never being one to enjoy relying on others for a passing grade.

It’s far too late now anyways to even consider dropping, a few weeks into the new semester and all the other courses are full and you need this elective to complete your degree on time. So when you step into class and notice “Group Project #1 Overview” illuminating from the projector, you gnaw at the inside of your cheek in stomach-churning anticipation. 

Most of what your professor explains is redundant, how you and your partner must collaborate and split the workload evenly, how this project alone is 15% of your final grade, how late work will not be accepted, and so forth. You begin to drown out her voice, twiddling your pen between your fingers until you finally hear, “Alright, I’ve listed your assigned partners and topic on the final screen, please start coordinating with them for the few minutes left in class.”

Just as you’re about to stand from your desk to see who you’ve been partnered with, a familiar pink-haired male makes his way towards you, calling your name before saying, “Hey, we’ve been paired up for this project! I’m Itadori–”

“Oh, I remember you,” You interrupt his introduction, thinking back to the few times you’ve seen him around your co-worker at Jujutsu Java, the small coffee shop you dedicate 20 hours a week to, “You’re friends with Kugisaki.”

“Yeah! I am–”

“You’re also the one who clogged our toilet at work, twice.”

Itadori’s face blooms into a deep shade of pink at the unexpected memory, nervously scratching at the back of his neck, “Yeah, I am, sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” Although the look on Nanami’s face, your manager, when he had to call the plumbers twice in a span of ten days was anything but, “So what’s our topic for the project?”

He glances down at his notebook where he seemingly jotted it down, “We’ve been assigned...the psychology behind love and attraction.”

Love; you don’t think you’ve ever felt love towards another person in a romantic setting, any partners you’ve been with in the past were short-lived and not once did either of you utter those three words that symbolize love . Romance is not something you’re well versed in, so the idea of having to write and present a project on the topic has your shoulders tensing at your sides.

“We have to do four case studies that support our research,” Itadori continues to vocalize his notes, brown eyes squinting as he struggles to read his own poor penmanship, “One of them being our own personal experience, the other three from observing others. We can use the textbook or sch- schol-”

“Scholarly.” 

He nods at your aid with an embarrassed chuckle, “Thanks, yeah, scholarly articles as sources for our research. We have to finish both our separate eight-page papers and the presentation in four weeks.”

Four weeks? Between your part-time job and eighteen credit workload, finding an opportune moment to sit down and work on this project is going to be fairly difficult for you. Let alone compromising between not only your availability, but your partner’s, which is one of the many reasons you despise group projects in college in the first place. 

To make matters even more complicated, you’re quite sure that Itadori is a star athlete for the track and field team, which means you’ll be juggling his insanely busy schedule right alongside yours in an attempt to find the perfect allocations of time. 

Just as you’re about to raise the question on how the two of you will meet up for your case studies, your alarm for your next class causes your phone to violently vibrate in your pocket. Itadori seems to have a similar reminder on his own as he swipes away at the notification, “I have to get to practice, but we can talk more about the project later?”

“Yeah, sure–” You’re about to ask him for his number so you can coordinate a time and place but he’s already out the classroom door before you can, his speed obviously the contributing factor as to why he’s considered one of the best sprinters your university has ever seen. 

There’s little time to dwell on how you’re going to get in contact with your partner before next week’s class as you too are now rushing out the room towards Differential Equations, also known as the worst math course to ever exist on the face of the earth. As you saunter quickly across the center of campus in dreaded anticipation, you jot down a mental tab to ask Kugisaki for her friend’s number at your next shift.

CASE STUDY #1

It’s been a few days since you were given your first group project assignment and just your luck, you have yet to get in contact with Itadori. Bumping into him between your other classes proves futile and at your last shift Kugisaki called out due to needing to study for an upcoming exam. Given the short allocation of time for the project, four weeks, you can already feel your nerves fraying from the lack of initial progress. 

Fortunately, or unfortunately, your mind is rather distracted this Friday afternoon by the bustling rush of customers at the usually quaint coffee shop. You’ve only been on the clock for twenty minutes and there’s already dark blotches of espresso and creamer staining your uniform, an altercation has broken out over somebody using two outlets to charge their electronic devices, and an argument is occurring between your manager and a middle-aged customer who claims they ordered whole milk when it clearly states low fat on the mobile order they sent in. 

The craziest part? You’re unphased by it all, having been employed at Jujutsu Java since early last semester. Hell, a panda could walk through the front door and order a large caramel macchiato frappuccino and you’d prepare the drink with no questions asked.

This heavy foot traffic only lasts for around an hour anyways, maybe two at most. Once the evening rolls by, the flow of customers steadily reaches a comfortable crawl. It’s also around now that Nanami leaves the small cafe in your hands for the remaining hour and a half, never being one to enjoy staying overtime. After wiping down and refilling all the machines, you normally spend this down time organizing your planner, crossing off things you’ve accomplished that day along with scribbling down things you need to tomorrow. For the most part everything has been slashed through, all but one thing. Get in contact with Itadori for the project!

It’s almost like the words are taunting you as they remain unscathed by your pen, but you quickly slap your planner shut when the entrance bells chime to signal a new customer. Imagine the look of surprise on your complexion when that customer is none other than the man you’ve been trying to find for the past few days.

“Is Nobara working?” Itadori asks as he approaches you with haste, “She left the keys to her dorm in mine and she’s not answering her phone…”

You shake your head, “No, she’s not on the schedule again until next week, but–”

“Maybe she’s with Maki…or with Megumi...or both...” He thinks aloud to himself, eyes scrunched in concentration. 

When you clear your throat, his mumbling comes to a swift halt, “Ah, sorry, I’ll be out of your hair now–”

“Wait!” Your voice booms throughout the small cafe, gathering the attention of the few patrons inside for a brief moment, “I just, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for our project, we should figure out when we’re both available to do the case studies.”

“Oh, sure!” He slides out his phone, leaning his elbows on the wooden countertop as he searches for his calendar app. Flipping your planner back open, the two of you begin to compare schedules in search of a mutual opening. Only, a majority of your free time is while Itadori is at practice and his is while you’re working.

“How are we going to make this work…” You gnaw at your bottom lip, about to suggest sacrificing what little leisure time you get to yourself on the weekends when the bell hovering over the wooden door chimes once again.

A couple enters through the wooden door with their fingers intertwined between them, walking straight towards your counter with content smiles on their complexions. Itadori shuffles aside to allow you to take their order, appearing busy on his phone while you prepare the caffeinated drinks. When you set the two piping hot cups of coffee within their grasps, they express their gratitude with hearty thanks and a few dollars in the tip jar before heading towards one of the many open tables.

You can’t help but watch them as they place their drinks down, one of them rushing to the other’s side to pull out their chair for them. They sit down and seem to teasingly commend their partner on their act of chivalry, laughter falling from both of their lips. Based on surface observations alone, you believe that they’re most likely a couple who’s only started dating within the past couple of months. 

“Have you figured out what we should do about our project?” Itadori snaps you out of your faze, awkwardly shifting on the balls of his feet.

In that moment it feels like gears have finally settled into their proper places, slowly churning until it generates enough power to illuminate the lightbulb inside your brain, “Oh!”

Yet again, you manage to speak just a little too loudly and grab the patrons’ attention, including the couple you were observing only moments ago. Itadori’s eyebrows raise as well, waiting for you to elaborate on your sudden exclamation.

“Okay,” You wait for the customers to lose interest before leaning over the counter to express your revelation, “A lot of couples usually come here, like the one that just came in, yeah? So, what if we do our case studies here, while I’m working?”

“Wouldn’t your boss get upset with you though?” He asks, looking around as though he’s trying to find said manager.

You shake your head, “Not entirely, you could come in while it's slow in the evenings, we’ll take separate notes and compare once I close, as long as I provide for the customers and I’m not disrupting them.”

Analyzing their habits in romantic situations wouldn’t be considered disrupting them, right? At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you wait for Itadori to consider your proposal.

He’s quick to shrug with indifference, “I don’t mind then, when should we start?”

“Hm…” You glance back over at the couple who’s now heavily invested in conversation in between short sips of their drinks, “How about now, with those two over there?”

Itadori squints at the couple before asking, “I know I’m kind of stupid, but what exactly am I observing them for anyways?”

“Well, just the way they interact with each other, like body language and stuff, the chemistry–”

“Chemistry? I thought this was for Psychology class.” 

There’s a brief silence shared between the two of you before you explain further, “I meant how well they seem to get along as a couple, not literal chemistry.” 

“Oh.”

Itadori ends up grabbing a table closer to the couple as you remain behind the counter, grabbing the nearest writable surface and a pen to jot down your observations. The first thing you notice is the way they naturally lean towards one another when speaking, most likely hanging onto every word that passes their lips with interest. Their eyes seem to never waver from one another’s, only ever to glance down at their drink. 

This continues on for a while longer, though a few customers walking in tear your attention away, hoping that your partner will follow through with additional comments from the ones you’ve already made. As you hand the gentlemen in front of you his change, you catch in your peripheral vision the couple heading out of the shop into the cool evening.

The time doesn’t even dawn on you until you glance at the clock and realize you’re ten minutes away from your shift ending, only one other patron remaining in the cafe as you rush to complete your closing duties. Fortunately, you had done most of it earlier due to sheer boredom, so by the time the last customer exits and you flip over the sign to closed you’ve finished all that’s required of you. 

“Let’s compare notes,” You perch yourself at the table Itadori has occupied himself at, slapping your small paper of scribbled notes down for him to read over. 

“Um,” He scratches at the back of his neck, causing you to raise your eyebrows in dreaded suspicion, “I didn’t realize you meant literal notes.”

In order to keep your composure in check, you lay your palms at the sides of your face before dragging them down, letting out a quiet sigh, “Okay, it’s fine, just– just tell me what you noticed about the couple.”

Much to your surprise, he was quite keen in his study, reciting information that you hadn’t been able to get from such a far distance. He mentions the way they spoke, how their pitch was a few octaves higher than when they were ordering drinks from you, how they’d lay their fingertips against each other’s arms while laughing, how one of their cheeks were dusted in a soft shade of pink the entire time.

Once you finish writing all of this down, you feel much more confident in the results of your first case study, “Now we have to compare our findings to scholarly articles as a way to back up our observations, we should also look up some articles before we do our next one so we can look for specific actions or movements.”

“Got it,” You’re not sure if Itadori actually does, but his smile is reassuring enough for now, “It’s getting pretty late, do you need me to walk you back to your dorm?” 

“No, it’s alright, you don’t have to,” The sentiment is appreciated, but you’d like to stop at the corner store on your way back and don't want to inconvenience anyone, “You should probably find Kugisaki, since you have her key and all.”

The realization that dawns on him makes it near impossible for you not to giggle, “You’re right! Gah, she’s gonna rip me a new one! I’ll see you later!” 

He zooms out of the cafe in a similar fashion to that day in class, once again showing off his superhuman agility in an attempt to save himself from the wrath of your co-worker. Although he’s a bit slow in the academic department, you’re hopeful that you can manage to get a passing grade on this assignment, giving you a sense of relief as you turn off the lights and lock the front door to Jujutsu Java.

CASE STUDY #2

Ten days, nearly half of the twenty-eight you’ve been given to complete this project have gone by and your internal panic is only at a light simmer. Due to an upcoming tournament, Itadori has been finding it difficult to meet with you during your evening shifts, usually sending an apologetic text with a cluster of sad emojis to follow. You’ve considered attempting the studies on your own, but that would leave Itadori in the dust when it comes time to write the papers. 

Any negative or pessimistic thoughts running through your mind vanish though when your partner manages to show up tonight, albeit sweaty with an ace bandage wound tightly at his ankle as he asks, “Do you have any ice?”

It turns out that he twisted his foot during sprints today, but nothing a few days of rest couldn’t fix just in time for the track tournament a few cities over. You urge him to sit at the nearest table and elevate his leg on the opposite chair, rushing to the back to compile some ice into a bag. 

On the bright side, you’re not working alone this evening, Kugisaki manning the counter while you unintentionally play nurse for her pink-haired friend. She makes some kind of teasing remark to Itadori, as evident by the subtle flush dusting his cheeks, just as you’re walking back out to the main room and handing him the makeshift ice pack. 

“Thank you,” Itadori sends you a soft, genuine smile before he lays the bag over his swollen ankle, hissing at the freezing temperature, “Sorry I haven’t been able to come by recently, we’ve been doing extra practices in the evenings for the upcoming tournament.”

“It’s alright, you’re here now, let’s just hope a couple comes by in the next two hours,” You sigh as you glance around at the few unvacant tables, not a single pairing in sight. 

The first hour is uninteresting; you return behind the counter and chat idly with Kugisaki in between fulfilling customer’s orders. Itadori pulls out his laptop while keeping his leg raised, seemingly bored staring at what you can only presume is homework on his screen.

Your hope dwindles with every customer that’s not a pairing walks in, fearful that you may not be able to finish your second case study before Itadori leaves for his tournament. That is until two people walk past the tall glass windows at the front of the shop, pressing their lips to one another’s in a brief kiss before heading straight towards the entrance. In a desperate attempt to get Itadori’s attention without disrupting the other patrons, you fling the nearest pen towards him and watch as it connects square in his chest. 

“Hey!” He shouts, which in the end does cause a few customers to glance over to see what’s happening, “What–”

The couple enters and saunters past him as they head towards your counter and the dingy lightbulb in his head flicks on, frantically opening up a blank document on his computer to actually take notes this time. You take their orders and work alongside Kugisaki to make them quicker, handing them their coffees with a courteous smile. 

After taking their drinks they head towards the far corner of the cafe, secluded from the other customers as they immediately fall in quiet conversation. You squint in an attempt to capture their body language, but of course they decide to take the table furthest away from where you stand. 

“Go sit next to pinky over there if you need to do your project,” Kugisaki startles you as she speaks up at your side, “We get like one customer every ten minutes, I can stay here while you two act like creeps.”

“Are you sure?” You don’t acknowledge her comment, though you know it's all in good fun.

She nods, “Listen, somebody’s gotta make sure he doesn’t fall behind anyways.”

Itadori’s shoulders jump when you suddenly grab the chair next to him, pulling him out of the trance he had fallen into watching the pair, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I was having trouble catching little details from the counter so–”

You’re interrupted by a loud voice that echoes through the small cafe, a shout that has your head snapping immediately towards the couple as they now stare at one another in deafening silence. One has their fingers curled tightly at the edge of the wooden table, knuckles flashing bright as they tear their gaze away from their partner in favor of glaring at the small words scribbled along the paper cup.

It’s rather difficult to watch as their situation continues to grow more uncomfortable, the both of them shrinking into themselves and backing away from each other as they continue arguing at a lower octave. You glance over at Itadori and notice that he’s typing away at his keyboard with a frown tugging at his lips. 

Just as you resume watching the pair, he clears his throat and calls your name, “I don’t remember if you’ve told me before, but what major are you?”

“Huh?” You look over at him and notice he’s turned himself away from the fighting couple, his back to them as he waits for your response. After telling him you ask, “Why?”

“I was just wondering. What um, what do you hope to do after college?”

“Can we talk after we finish taking down notes?” Your eyebrows are knitted together in confusion, unsure of why he’s asking all these questions now .

Itadori doesn’t leave you wondering for long though, “Yeah, sorry, I just, I feel weird watching these people fight.”

“Oh,” That makes sense, you think to yourself. 

Itadori almost resembles a distraught puppy in the way he empathetically watches the pair in the corner and you understand where he’s coming from. It wasn’t like you could intervene though, and even if you weren’t working on your project their occasional raised voices would capture the attention of people anyways, as evident by the few patrons who are trying to discreetly witness the altercation. 

It’s not much of a surprise to you when the one who shouted first promptly exits the cafe, leaving their partner to sit by their lonesome as they sip the remainder of their hot drink. You and Itadori share a solemn look before you leave your notes with him and return behind the counter to finish your shift. 

While you’re aiding Kugisaki with cleaning all the machines for closing, somebody clears their throat from behind you, “Um, excuse me…”

“Hi, how can I help you–” You start your usual cheerful greeting when you realize that it's the one who was left behind by their partner.

“Would I be able to get a slice of cake to go?” They ask in a low tone, “If you have any left, of course.”

Most of the baked goods had been purchased throughout the day, but you manage to find a few slices of a chocolate cake that neither you nor Kugisaki had gotten rid of yet. You wrap it up and hand the small container to them, thanking them for their patronage.

“Oh, but I still need to pay for it–”

“Don’t worry about it,” You gesture with a wave of your hand, “On the house.”

Eyes growing wide in surprise, they ask for confirmation, “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Their expression shifts to one of gratitude before they wish you a good night, exiting the cafe with what you hope is an extra bounce in their steps.

Nobody else enters the cafe for the remaining few minutes that it’s open, which allows you and your co-worker to finish cleaning up while the other patrons make their swift exit. It’s only ten minutes past closing that Kugisaki leaves for the night, wishing both you and Itadori good luck on your project. 

“Can I get a free slice of cake too?” Itadori asks you just as you head over to his table once more, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

You roll your own pair before reaching for your notes, “I felt bad for them, thought maybe that could somewhat cheer ‘em up.”

“I hope so too, that was so awkward having to watch.” He admits sheepishly, “Is this really gonna be useful for our project?”

“Yeah, we’ll be able to compare and contrast our findings between these last two studies as well as the eventual third case, using the scholarly articles to support it. Our personal experience will give a more in-depth discussion on our subject, since we can only witness these couples from an outsider’s point of view– are you okay?”

Itadori seems to snap out of whatever trance he fell into, a nervous flush spreading over his cheeks almost immediately, “Oh! Yeah, yeah, I’m fine...I just like the way you explain things, especially since I’m pretty dumb when it comes to all of this.”

You can feel your own complexion grow warm at the compliment, hiding yourself away behind your laptop screen as you start to type up your notes into the shared document, “Don’t sell yourself short, you were able to remember lots of details from the last study without even taking notes.”

Since you don’t glance up to gauge Itadori’s reaction, you miss the endearing smile reserved for you that stretches across his lips. The two of you grow quiet as you add to the ever-growing document, only speaking up to comment on the similarities the two of you found when observing the torn couple.

Just as you finish listing your last few bullet points regarding the couple’s obvious physical distance when arguing between one another, you hear a low groan escape Itadori’s mouth. He follows it by rubbing at his temple with his fingertips, face scrunched up in pain.

“You alright?” It’s a dumb question, obviously something’s wrong, but you ask nonetheless.

“Yeah, it’s nothing,” Itadori tries to play it off though, “Just a headache, it’s been a long day.”

He’s surprised to see you lift yourself from your chair, heading towards the counter to the machinery that’s long since been cleaned. Scrambling around in search of the ingredients, you exclaim aloud when you manage to find exactly what you need for the drink you have in mind. 

When you return to the table yet again you’re carrying a small cup with steam pouring out of it, placing it directly in front of your partner, “Ginger tea, I’d give it a few minutes to cool down before drinking it but it should help with your headache.”

Silence permeates the air as Itadori finds himself at a loss for words at your act of kindness, but he manages to express his gratitude with a small “thank you” before blowing gently on the hot beverage. After wiping down the machinery yet again, you pour yourself a small to-go cup of the leftover tea for later and head back over to the table for the upteenth time that day. 

“Are you going to be alright heading back with your ankle like that?” You peer over at his still elevated leg as he sips away at his now nearly finished tea, noticing the ice has long since melted into a cool puddle of water within the bag. 

He nods, groaning at his stiff leg muscles when he finally sets said leg down from the chair, bending his knee a few times like he’s dealing with a rusty gear, “Yeah, doesn’t hurt as much now, I should be okay. Thank you again, for the ice pack and the tea and everything.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You wave him off, “It’s getting late though, we should probably call it a night.”

“Do you need me to walk you back to your dorm?” It’s the same question from the week prior, offering to escort you back to your abode, although this time he’s nursing a wounded foot. 

Which gives you even more reason to shake your head, not wanting him to further irritate his injuries especially right before leaving for a tournament, “I’ll be fine, I want to head over to the convenient store anyways.”

“I’ll go with you!” Itadori exclaims as he packs away his belongings, “I should probably get some pain killers anyways.”

So the two of you head for the corner store near campus after locking up the cafe, eventually stepping into the heavily air conditioned space as you search around for some late night snacks. Once you’ve snatched your favorites into your arms and lay them out on the counter to pay, Itadori’s right behind you placing a small bottle of over the counter pain medicine next to your bag of chips.

Despite your protests he insists on paying for it all, stating that it’s the least he can do for all the kindness you’ve shown him since the two of you have met. When you wish him a good night before parting ways towards your respective dorms, you can feel your stomach erupt with what many people would consider “butterflies” as he smiles and wishes you the same. 

That evening you don’t end up eating any of your snacks, thinking it must’ve been poor food that’s caused your tummy to twist the way it has, ignorant to any other possibilities. At least, for now. 

CASE STUDY #3

Another week has passed, meaning there’s only less than two weeks remaining before you’ll have to present your topic in front of your entire class for a passing grade. Itadori and you have been able to make steady headway on your workload thanks to the power of Google Docs, what with you catching his little profile image appearing in the top corner of the shared document on occasion. 

He’s been away to attend the track and field tournament a few cities over and you still snicker to yourself thinking back on his numerous messages complaining about the smell or how bumpy the bus ride was to the hotel. Things had escalated rather quickly, now that you think back on it; the two of you went from rare and formal text communication to rapid messages throughout one another’s day.

It had started with him asking what he could do for the project while he’s away, but quickly dissolved into conversations about everything and anything. Whenever Itadori spotted a cute dog on his early morning jogs he’d snap a photo and send it your way, when he found a funny meme on social media he’d screenshot it and share it with you, when he came in first place in the 100 meter sprint he sent you a selfie of him holding his shiny gold-plated medal with an ear-splitting grin across his lips. 

You’ve attempted to reciprocate his zealous texting habits, often sending him photos of a new, aesthetically pleasing looking drink you’ve made or an animal you’ve spotted on your walks to and from work. Speaking of work, Kugisaki’s teasing has been relentless when she spots you smiling down at your phone when you get a chance to check it. She’ll jab at your side with her manicured finger, asking you who the lucky guy or gal is as if she doesn’t know who you’ve been speaking to all this time.

As much as you try to convince the brunette it’s not like that, she rolls her eyes and asks you to tell Itadori she says hello nonetheless. Fortunately, you get a break from her wrath this shift, working alongside your manager Namami instead. 

Despite his stiff shoulders and uptight appearance, he’s rather lax with you and the other employees given you don’t slack and don’t force him to remain overtime due to incompetence. You’ve only seen him truly on edge a handful of times and that’s typically when the owner of Jujutsu Java, Gojo, wanders through the front doors to see how his establishment is faring. 

Today is not one of those days, meaning Nanami is in rather a stoic, albeit content mood as he aids you in preparing drinks during the afternoon rush. It’s during this rush that your mind wanders to Itadori, wondering what he may be up to, if he’s returned to campus yet, if he’s texted you at all...thoughts that only began frequently plaguing your mind a few days ago. 

Your complexion feels hot and your stomach is in disarray as memories of his soft smiles appear like photographs in your head, reminding you of the butterflies in your upper abdomen only a week prior. These feelings are rather foreign to you and although they bear similarities to your research for your Psychology project, you play it off by telling yourself that you must be catching a cold. 

“Are you alright?” Nanami snaps you out of your trace just in time for you to stop yourself from overpouring the scalding hot coffee, the dark liquid threatening to roll over the lip of the cup if you move too fast. 

“Sorry, sorry,” You apologize as you carefully pour some of it out to make room for creamer, “Won’t happen again.”

It doesn’t, thankfully, as you will yourself to stop thinking about your project partner and focus on the tasks at hand. Which works, for the most part, and before you know it the afternoon rush has come and gone.

“Good work, you always manage to handle the large crowds well,” Nanami praises when the cafe quiets down, returning to its usual ambiance of light chatter and low jazz music, “I’ll be leaving shortly, Kugisaki will be coming in for her evening shift soon, before you leave let her know that a new toaster is supposed to be delivered to the cafe while she’s on the clock.”

“Thank you, sir, and I’ll be sure to let her know!” You nod before starting to clean the overused utensils in the sink. 

It’s quiet for a short while as you continue your busywork, humming along to the gentle music playing through the overhead speakers. Wrapped up in your own mind once more, you don’t notice somebody’s entered the cafe until they clear their throat a few feet behind you.

“Oh! Sorry–” An apology rolls off the tip of your tongue just as you turn around, surprised to see Itadori of all people standing on the other side of the marble counter.

“I hope I didn’t scare you,” He muses, scratching the nape of his neck while his opposite arm remains behind his back, “We got back earlier than expected so I thought I’d stop by, I um, I have something for you too.”

“What is it? You know, you really didn’t have to get me anything...”

Your words die in your throat when he brings his hand forward and uncurls his long fingers, revealing a small chibi-like figure of your favorite animal. It’s quite honestly adorable with large, round eyes that bulge out of its head when squeezed all while dangling from a silver keychain ring. 

“The other night you were talking about your favorite animal and at one of the rest stops I noticed this in the shop and thought you might like it, I know it’s not much really but–” His ramblings are cut off when your body collides with his in a tight hug; the pink-haired male didn’t even notice how quickly you rounded the counter as he had struggled to meet your gaze of admiration.

“Thank you, Itadori,” You mumble before pulling back just as fast as you crashed into his muscular figure, remembering that you are in fact at work and on the clock, even if it's not for much longer, “I love it, thank you for thinking of me.”

“Ah, that’s not really that hard to do–” 

“Oi, Yuuji, did you win the tournament?” Kugisaki’s voice booms through the coffee shop as she arrives for her shift, a smug smirk playing at her lips that tells you she absolutely witnessed your exchange with her friend only seconds prior. 

“I did!” He grins brightly, reaching towards his chest for a medal that’s not there, “Damn, I left it back in my room, let me find the photo I took of it...”

You take this opportunity to head towards the back and clock out for the day, grabbing your belongings from the nearby locker. As you take out the small keyring that currently only holds the brass key to your dorm, you quickly fasten the silly, albeit sentimental keychain onto it.

“Your shift is over?” Itadori asks when he sees you walk back out through the employee’s only door no longer adorning your usual cap and apron. 

His stature deflates when you nod, adjusting the heavy bag that’s slung over your shoulder, “Yeah, Kugisaki and I swapped shifts this week since she had an exam this afternoon.”

“Oh, I was hoping we could work on the next case study today, but if you’re busy–”

“I can stick around here a bit longer, might be easier anyways since I won’t have to worry about working.” The words slide past your lips before you even get an opportunity to think about if you actually do have anything particular going on later. If you do, though, it’s not important, not when Itadori is smiling from ear to ear and you’re the sole reason for it. So you find a table towards the back of the cafe, far enough away from where Kugisaki resides at the counter to minimize her seizing chances to tease you.

The two of you fall into comfortable conversation while waiting for a couple to step through the doors, mostly about topics you’ve spoken about vaguely through text messages over the past week.

“The last time we met up, you asked me what I plan to do with my degree and stuff but I never asked you, so what do you want to do with yours?” 

You watch as Itadori shrinks into himself at the question before nervously responding, “Oh, I um, I’m not really sure, actually. I haven’t even declared a major yet, I’m just finishing my general courses and then deciding, which I have to do by the end of this semester.”

“Oh, alright,” That makes sense, you think to yourself, “Do you have any ideas on what you might declare?”

He shakes his head, “Not a clue, to be honest, I’m kind of lost when it comes to trying to decide my future. I only started college right after high school because I was offered a scholarship for sports and I didn’t want to lose it by waiting.”

A frown pulls down on your lips when you notice his solemn shift in demeanor, almost as though he’s ashamed for being unsure of his future. There’s a part of you that oh so desperately wants to grab his calloused hand that’s resting on the table in an act of comfort, but you resist the urge in fear of awkward repercussions. So instead, you hope to soothe the unease in his chest with your words alone. 

“You’re so much smarter than you give yourself credit for, Itadori, I know you’ll figure it out. Even if it’s not now, or not soon, that’s okay! I’m always here too to help you, you’re my friend, you know.”

His eyes grow wide like saucers, an immediate dark flush taking over his complexion before he buries it away in his hands, “T-Thank you, seriously, god you’re so kind, you know even before we got partnered up I–”

The bell that hangs over the entrance jingles violently, which causes the both of you to snap your attention towards the couple who’s just walked in. At least, you think they’re a couple, based on the way the taller one’s hand presses to the other’s back, guiding them towards the counter to place their orders.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Realizing that Itadori was in the middle of speaking, guilt washes over you for falling so easily distracted by your surroundings.

He shakes his head with a gentle laugh, “You know what, I actually forgot, it’s fine really! Should we use them for our last case study?”

“Sure,” You glance back over at the supposed couple and any doubts you have vanish when you witness the taller one press their lips to the top of their partner’s head as they wait for their drinks. 

The subtle display of affection and comfort the two of them seem to have around one another has you convinced that they must be well acquainted. Whether they’ve been in a romantic relationship a long time or they were friends prior to dating is out of your realm of knowledge, but you can already notice the small differences between them and the couple from the first study. 

There’s no nervous tapping of feet or shaky voices as they grab a table rather close to where you and Itadori reside and engage in conversation, no awkward laughter or diverting eye contact. Instead, they lean into one another’s space just the perfect amount, fingers lazily intertwined on top of the table while their other hands hold their warm beverages.

Deep down, much to your dismay, you find yourself yearning for the relationship they appear to have on the surface. You’ve prided yourself for so long on being comfortable alone, embracing your independence in fact, but the thought of having somebody to resort to when things grow difficult is very appealing. Somebody to kiss the top of your head and gaze at you like you’ve just put the stars in the sky. Someone to hold you close when you crave it the most, someone to live life alongside with, you could only dream of experiencing that. 

Eventually, you divert your attention to your laptop, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as you try to focus on the document in front of you. Your fingers anxiously tap at the wooden tabletop, reading the words on the screen time and time again but none of it is sticking, not when your thoughts are so much louder.

“You alright?” Itadori asks as he picks up on your distress, eyebrows pulled together in concern as he reaches over and grabs your hand in his, “Are you sick?”

In that moment your mind grows silent , “I’m okay, um, I’m just worried about our project, I think. Wanna get a good grade, you know.”

“You’re the smartest person I know– don’t tell Nobara I said that– but I don’t think you’ll have to worry about getting a good grade!” When he squeezes at your sweaty palm you glance up at Itadori and meet his gaze, his brown eyes warm and comforting as he shoots you a toothy grin.

Behind you, two chairs screech as they’re pushed back into place, the couple you were once observing making their way towards the exit hand-in-hand. A part of you hopes that Itadori gathered more intel than you did, given the way you practically short-circuited halfway though. Fortunately, those rather negative thoughts are far from your mind now, focus shifted to finishing the outline for the third and final case study. 

Well, excluding the personal experience case, which you still are at a loss for how you’ll be completing that portion of your paper.  Let alone using your lack of experience to compare it to the other three case studies. You start to wonder if Itadori has personal experience with love or attraction , or if he’ll be struggling to think of what to write just like you.

Before your mind can wander any further, your alarm on your phone blares to life, reminding you of the exam you have for one of your other courses in an hour, “Ah, shit.”

“What’s up?” Itadori asks out of sheer curiosity.

“I have to get back to my dorm,” You  quickly close your laptop and slide it into your bag, “I have an online exam that I completely forgot about, next week we should meet up to work on our papers and the presentation though.”

“Yeah, okay, do you need me to walk you back?” He begins to put his own stuff away, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as though he’s already prepared to go.

Which, this time, you decide to oblige, “Sure, I’d like that.”

So the two of you swiftly make your way towards the front doors of Jujutsu Java, waving goodbye to Kugisaki before starting the mile long walk towards campus. Conversation starts with the project, deciding on an exact day for your final meetup before both the paper and presentation are due. A part of you feels a sense of sorrow over this project coming to an end, having enjoyed working alongside Itadori as your dynamic’s quickly shifted to one of mutual friendship over the past few weeks. 

“Watch out,” Speaking of the pink-haired male, his large hand suddenly seeks the curve of your back, palm pressing strongly against your frame. He guides you in front of him to avoid stepping in the mess of spilled food on the sidewalk, something you wouldn’t have even noticed had it not been for him. Your skin feels so warm where he’s touched you, that infamous twist in your stomach returning at full force. 

So, maybe it’s not a cold, you think, but the idea that these feelings are something akin to your research still hasn’t fully crossed your mind.

The both of you reach the crossroads between your separate dorms before you know it, bidding Itadori a good rest of his day as he wishes you good luck on your exam, the one you’ve already forgotten about again because you were too busy thinking about him . 

So, maybe it is similar to your research, but doubt still weighs heavily on your mind, at least until this weekend.

CASE STUDY #4 (PERSONAL EXPERIENCE)

Weekends at work are one of two things: if you work the afternoon shift it’s typically calm, serene with a few rushes here and there, or, if you work the morning shift, absolute hell. This Saturday in particular you are in fact working the morning shift, having come in at eight in the morning to an overly enthusiastic Gojo and an extremely tense Nanami.

The line’s nearly outside the door as you haphazardly throw on your cap and apron and start taking orders, aiding your manager with the insane rush. An iced caramel cappuccino here, a black coffee there, a double shot espresso on ice for the rude gentleman who claims he’s running late for work, it feels as though the crowd of customers is never-ending. 

Fortunately it's rushes like these that make the minutes race by and before you know it, there’s only twenty minute remaining of your five hour shift. Although the same fortune has not been bestowed on your manager, as evident by the way Nanami prepares himself an excessively caffeinated drink while Gojo pops out of his office to pester him about making one for him, too. 

With all the running around and catering to customers your mind’s been rather preoccupied, unable to truly think long enough about anything, including Itadori. Bittersweet is the best way for you to describe how you feel about your final meeting next week, knowing you’ll no longer have the excuse of schoolwork to see the bright-smiled male.

On the other hand, Itadori seems to have no problem finding ways to see you outside of your scheduled meeting time, given he’s just stepped through the front door. Well, more like bolted, his heavy breathing making you believe he must’ve ran over to Jujutsu Java.

“Are you almost done with work?” He asks slightly out of breath, palms resting flat on the counter as he attempts to steady his breathing. 

“I’m out in fifteen minutes,” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, “Why? Did you want to work on the project today–”

Itadori’s quick to interrupt despite his disheveled state, “No, no, there’s this fair downtown, and I...I wanted to know if you’d like to stop by it with me.”

“So you ran all the way here from campus to ask me?”

“Nobara said you work early on Saturdays, so I didn’t want to miss you.” He’s somewhat composed after a few long, deep breaths, using the back of his hand to swipe at the beads of sweat that’s accumulated on his forehead.

Your own hand cups over your mouth, desperately trying to stifle quiet laughter, “You have my phone number, you could’ve called or texted.”

“Oh, that’s true,” Itadori’s cheeks bloom a light pink at the realization, “Too late for that now, what do ya say? Will you go with me?”

Of course you will, there’s no hesitation in the yes that you voice aloud, followed by a, “I’d love to.”

You’ll never grow tired of seeing that large, jovial grin spread along his lips, a smile that reaches his eyes each and every time it's directed at you. It’s practically contagious with the way your lips curl up and mimic his own as you resume the last ten minutes of your shift. 

The walk to the fair isn’t too treacherous, in fact it's closer in distance to Jujutsu Java than your campus. They’ve blocked off the street for the weekend’s activities, allowing vendors and attractions alike to take up the long, narrow road. 

Once the two of you set foot into the traffic of people exploring the fair, Itadori’s palm seeks your back just like the other evening, using this simple touch as an attempt to keep him from losing you amongst the crowd. This also allows him to easily guide you closer to him, close enough for his lips to nearly ghost over your ear as he asks, “So, what do you wanna do?”

“I’m not sure,” You half-shout back, “I don’t really go to these things that often–”

That’s when an unfamiliar figure accidentally brushes past you, well, more like bulldozes with the way you nearly fall backwards from the collision. Itadori is quick on his reflexes though, sliding his hand down your arm until his fingers weave between yours, pulling you close to his side as you regain your balance. 

“Jeez, people should watch where they’re going, are you okay?” His grip on your hand is unwavering, but the comfort of his warm palm pressed to yours also has you unwilling to let go.

You nod, reassuring him that you’re fine, “Thanks for keeping me from eating concrete.”

“Anytime,” He laughs and suddenly the small debacle minutes ago is the farthest thing from your mind, watching the way his eyes crinkle as he lets out a series of chuckles. 

Your fingers remain woven through his as the both of you continue to explore the small festival. There’s not too much that interests you other than the plethora of food, most of the stalls selling antique products far from your measly college budget. You don’t mind, or rather, you’re much more occupied glancing over at Itadori and gauging his reactions instead.

That is, until you spot one of the few carnival-like games a little ways away. It’s one of those test your strength machines, the ones where you take a mallet to a lever that sends a puck upwards towards a prize-winning bell. It’s not the game itself that entices you to steer Itadori towards it, but rather the adorable plush of your favorite animal that’s situated next to the other prizes.

“Wanna take a shot?” The older gentleman overseeing the attraction asks once the two of you are within close proximity.

You reluctantly let go of Itadori’s warm hand to grab some cash from your wallet, exchanging it for the mallet that’s dangling from his fingers. The hammer-like object is heavy as you wave it over the lever, knuckles straining from your punishing grip on the handle. 

After a long, deep inhale, you slam the mallet down onto the lever with all the strength in your figure you could possibly muster. There’s a brief moment of silence where you wait for the bell to ring, but it never comes. 

“Better luck next time,” The old man says as you step back to see that you only barely made it halfway up the tall pole. 

Quickly catching on to your disappointment, Itadori hands the operator cash from his own pockets and makes his way over to where you still stand, arms snaking around you from behind to grab at the heavy mallet. You can almost feel his broad chest as he hovers behind you, causing your complexion to grow absurdly warm.

“What prize do you want?” His voice is so close to you, a sharp chill racing down your spine as he fully takes the hammer from your grasp.

Peering up, you point at the doe-eyed plush, “That one.”

“Alright, let’s win it with our combined strength!” You already know his hands are much larger than yours from holding it only moments prior, but it’s comical how small yours are in comparison when attempting to overlap his for a grip on the hammer. This physical closeness has your head spinning, heart pounding, and palms sweating, all physical symptoms you’ve read time and time again in scholarly articles for your research project. 

There’s not much time to dwell on that; Itadori starts a slow countdown from five, each syllable rolling off his tongue as your stomach lurches with anticipation. The second he says one he slams the mallet down on the lever with what feels like superhuman strength. It's less than a second before the bell rings to life, signaling his victory. 

“Congrats! Pick any prize you’d like,” The gentleman gestures towards the large array of stuffed animals, but Itadori quickly walks over, reaches up, and grabs the one you want off its hook.

Itadori squeezes at its soft material, glancing up to see you impatiently waiting for him to hand it over, “It’s pretty cute, maybe I’ll keep it for myself.”

“Traitor.” You spit out, trying to mask the smile that’s threatening to expose your façade as you shoot him your best pleading gaze.

“Okay, okay! Fine,” He tosses it your way with a light chuckle, watching you quickly curl your arms around the silly plush, “Where to next?”

Next, you stop by a little stall offering kebabs, an assortment of meats and vegetables lining the grill as their poignant aroma pulls in customers walking along. Itadori pays for the both of you, despite your protests, only asking that you let him try yours in return. 

This isn’t how you expected your weekend to go, originally anticipating two days worth of work and studying with the occasional television show binge. Now here you are spending the late afternoon with your project partner munching on kebabs and winning stuffed animals, almost as if it’s a date .

Date, you can already feel your complexion warming up at the thought alone. You start to consider that maybe you want this to be a date, that all these feelings you’ve been desperately trying to push aside and make excuses for is something similar to infatuation . 

That maybe, just maybe, you’ve found yourself with a crush on Itadori Yuuji.

“Oh! I’ve always wanted to try one of those!” Speaking of Itadori, he interrupts your internal struggle with his mouth half-full of meat, pointing eagerly at the mechanical bull ride that’s been set up.

The bull itself is made of hard metals, but it’s surrounded by inflatable flooring which allows for a safe fall off of the robotic animal. There’s a short line of people waiting for their chance to prove their strength and balance, now including Itadori as he rocks on the balls of his feet in excitement. 

“Looks like you win a prize for staying on for at least two minutes,” You read the rusty sign, albeit slowly due to the way it sways back and forth, “Oh! It’s free tickets for a fireworks show they’re having later tonight, though you could probably just watch from afar for free anyways…”

“I’m gonna win those tickets,” Itadori’s eyes blaze with fierce determination, stretching his arms behind his head in a dramatic show of preparing himself for the mechanical contraption.

He reaches the front of the line rather fast, the two of you watching as person after person fails at acquiring those tickets. You still stand by the fact that you could probably watch them from a distance anyways, but Itadori reassures you anyways that he’s going to win.

“Next!” The operator shouts, signalling for him to bounce along the inflatable plastic towards the bull. 

He throws his leg over its back with ease, getting a firm grip on the handlebars attached to its neck but not without shooting you a pair of thumbs up in confidence first. There’s a countdown from three as you watch the machine come to life, rocking back and forth slowly as it builds momentum. 

Other patrons of the fair watch as Itadori rides the bull with ease, unphased by the rapid twists and turns as he reaches closer and closer to hitting that two minute mark. You find yourself cheering him on, his eyes immediately seeking you out among the crowd that’s formed around the circumference of the attraction. 

“Twenty seconds left!” The young man working the bull announces, “Oh! Almost got him!” 

Itadori clutches at the head of the bull in panic, his iron grip wavering for what reason you don’t know, but you’re too busy glancing at the clock to watch it tick down from ten, nine, eight…

“Three, two...one! We got a winner ladies and gentleman! Our first one of the day!” He allows himself to be tossed from the machine as onlookers applaud him, the line to ride much longer than it had been when the two of you first walked over. 

“Did ya see that! I told you I’d win!” Itadori waves the two tickets in the air as he jogs towards you, an accomplished smile so bright it could blind somebody, “Now we’ll have a great view of the fireworks tonight! If you want to, of course.”

You reach up and snatch one of the flimsy tickets from his grasp, “I’d love to.”

While waiting for the sun to slowly cast itself away, you and Itadori continue to explore the fair, winning prize after prize from the multitude of games. The both of you came to an agreement when your hands were too full to carry all of the adorable stuffed animals, handing them out to small children whenever they crossed your path. 

All but one of course, the one he had won for you during the test of strength. That one remains tucked securely underneath your arm as you walk towards the large field of grass the fireworks show is meant to start any minute now . You would have been here sooner given Itadori didn’t wait in a twenty minute line for churros. 

It’s quite a relief to be off your feet as you land on the soft earth with a thud, stretching your legs out in front of you. Your project partner follows suit, sitting close to your side as he too lays his tired legs in front of him. 

The loud chatter from the rather large crowd makes it difficult for you to hear your own thoughts, let alone Itadori’s voice as he calls your name, asking, “Do you want a churro?”

“What?” You cup your ear in hopes of hearing him better the second time around, “Can you repeat that?”

“Oh, I asked if you want a churro–”

A loud boom cracks against the atmosphere, followed by a dazzling array of lights as they shine and shimmer with the sunset as its backdrop. Your attention is quickly captured by the fireworks display, eyes wide as you stare ahead. 

Silence befalls nearly everyone as you watch the light show, including Itadori who’s resorted to setting a churro aside for you just in case. So maybe it was worth it for Itadori to ride that mechanical bull to get such a close, unobstructed view of the fireworks, the beautiful assortment of colors painting the evening sky a clear testament to that.

The thought of the pink-haired male has you turning your head to capture his reaction to the light show, only to meet his soft, adoring gaze. Nothing is said between the two of you at first, watching as the fireworks bounce off the corners of his pupils, reminiscent of flashy glitter. 

“Thank you for coming with me today,” He says quietly, never once breaking eye contact, “I’ve had a lot of fun, classes have been getting really stressful with midterms coming up, you know., so it’s been nice to forget about it all today, with you.”

“Me too, Itadori, thank you for inviting me,” You send him a gentle smile, feeling his leg brush against yours as he scoots closer.

“You um,” He finally tears his gaze away, playing with his fingers as he mumbles, “You don’t have to be so formal, Yuuji’s fine.”

Though he quickly meets your eyes again when you respond, “Sure, Yuuji.”

His first name rolls off your tongue with such ease, causing your tummy to erupt with metaphorical butterflies. Well that, and the way his nose is only inches away from ghosting over yours. You really do have a crush on the man in front of you, you think fondly as everything else around you fades in the background. The other people, the fireworks, everything except Yuuji. 

Now’s even the perfect chance for you to tell him how you feel, with a beautiful array of lights as your witness, but you’re still trying to fully figure out said feelings in the first place. All of this is foreign for you, romance is foreign to you outside of books and movies and the research you’ve done over the past couple of weeks.

There’s also the underlying trepidation that he only views you as a friend, a colleague of sorts from working alongside this project together. The dark cloud of rejection looms at a distance, scaring you enough to want to lock your feelings in a tight box and throw away the key. 

“Can I get something off my chest?” Yuuji suddenly asks, breaking your train of thought, but the question is rhetorical, “I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with you these past few weeks on the project...and I think you’re a really lovely person and...I think I have f–”

“Oi! I didn’t know you two were here!” Kugisaki’s voice rings out, startling the two of you as you glance back towards her with slight frustration.

A raven-haired male trudges behind her, glancing over at Yuuji, “So this is why I was dragged to the fair instead of you, cause you’re already here.”

“Did you ride the bull to win free tickets to the show?” She’s unphased by their friend’s displeased attitude, taking a seat behind you on the grass and kicking off her sneakers, making herself comfortable.

Yuuji nods, but for a brief moment you see a flash of irritation run along his features, “Yeah, it was easy .”

“For you probably,” The other male, who’s name is still unknown to you, also sits down to form a makeshift circle, “I had to try it three times to win so Nobara would shut up.”

“You shut up Megumi–” She glances between you and Yuuji, finally catching on to her untimely intrusion, “Wait, did I interrupt something?”

“No, nope, it was nothing,” Yuuji shakes his hand vehemently, “I guess we can all enjoy the fireworks now.”

So you resume your attention to the end of the fireworks display, the sound of Kugisaki crunching on what you believe to be one of Yuuji’s churros closer to your ear than you would prefer. Speaking of Yuuji, you look over and frown at the forlorn expression he wears as he watches the show, an uncharacteristic look for your usual cheerful friend. 

In an attempt to grab his attention, you lay your sweaty palm over his hand, curling the pads of your fingers as they press to his own perspired skin as you whisper, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Yuuji smiles warmly, that look of sorrow wiped clean from his visage, “I’m good.”

He boldly turns his hand so that his palm is now parallel to yours, lacing his fingers between your own in a similar fashion to when the two of you held hands so as to not get lost amongst the heavy crowd. This time felt different, though, it felt less like two friends trying to stay close in a sea of people and more like something couples often partake in.

You decide at that moment exactly how you’re going to confess your infatuation to the man beside you, and when you’re going to. Although the risk of rejection hangs heavy on your conscience, you think maybe, just maybe, if you think back on his body language towards you all these prior weeks and compare them to what you’ve witnessed in your case studies, you might come out a victor. 

CASES ANALYSIS & CONCLUSION

Time always moves slower when you’re glaring at the clock, watching each tantalizing second tick by. Even when you glance between the analog clock hanging above Jujutsu Java’s entrance and the entrance itself, seconds still feel like minutes. 

Not a single customer has stepped past the threshold towards your counter in nearly half an hour. Only one patron remains inside, cooped up in the back corner on their computer typing frantically as they occasionally take sips of the second hot chocolate they ordered. Your shift ends in fifteen minutes and for once, you’re not looking forward to it.

What you were looking forward to was your project partner, Itadori Yuuji, entering the quaint coffee shop at the time the two of you had discussed prior, which came and went an hour ago. No calls, no texts, nothing to let you know he would be running late, which is very unlike the man you’ve been getting to know this past month.

Then again, it’s only been a month, so maybe this is his true behavior. You try to shake the negativity from your mind, but it only overwhelms you tenfold because of this stupid confession you had planned. In your paper for this project lies your personal experience portion finished, your heart laid out on a digital screen in size eleven font in Times New Roman.

Except, he’s not here to read it, to learn of the way your heart pounds so loud whenever he’s within your vicinity, how your palms grow so sweaty they have their own ecosystem, how happy you feel whenever the two of you spend time with one another, especially that weekend of the fair. 

In an attempt to return to the rational side, you prepare your favorite warm drink for yourself, hoping it’ll ease your frayed nerves and aching chest. The liquid rolls down your throat, much hotter than anticipated, resulting in a dramatic series of coughs. 

“What a shitty day,” You mutter to yourself once you’ve calmed down, your back to the front door that had opened in the middle of your fit.

A throat clears behind you, causing you to nearly leap out of your skin before you hear him speak, “Yeah, tell me about it.”

The average person would’ve most likely received some form of whiplash from just how fast you spun around only to be faced with a bruised and battered Yuuji. He shoots you a smile, albeit a pained one, as he begins to explain his mess of a complexion before you even get the chance to question it.

“I’m really sorry I’m late, I um, I got hit with a vaulting pole at practice today.” Your eyes widen before cringing at the thought alone of how painful that must’ve been, “Nearly knocked me out cold, but I’m feeling better now!” 

“Are you sure you don’t need to get some rest?” Your eyebrows knit together in concern, counting the large, dark splotches along his skin until you reach nearly half a dozen. 

Yuuji carefully shakes his head, “I mean, probably ? But I’m okay for now, besides I didn’t want to let you down with the project.”

“You were hit with a pole, let me at least make you some tea to help with any pain,” You begin to gather the ingredients needed, the same ones from when he had developed that raging headache a couple weeks back, “Did you like the ginger tea last time?”

“Yeah, thank you,” He thumbs back towards the wide array of empty tables and chairs, “I’m gonna go sit and work on the paper.”

You nod in acknowledgement, getting right back to work at preparing the soothing hot tea for his consumption. The one customer who had spent hours at their laptop packs their things and exits just as the clock strikes eight, signaling the end of your shift. 

There’s still quite a few things for you to finish as a part of your closing routine, but you decide it can wait for now, bringing over both the freshly brewed tea and your bag to the table Yuuji resides at, “Here.”

“Thank you, again,” He blows on the piping hot beverage before attempting to take a small sip, hissing at the sudden heat that’s filled his mouth, “So, did you want to work on the presentation or finish our papers first?”

Your heart pounds loud against your ribs at the mention of the paper, remembering why you had been so distraught in the first place when you thought he wasn’t going to show up. The words stare back at you on your screen, the section titled “Personal Experience” taunting you of sorts.

“Let’s finish our papers first, how much of it have you done?” Your index finger taps anxiously against your keyboard, waiting for his answer.

Yuuji seems to open his own document before responding, “Not too much, I was actually wondering if you could help me, maybe read over the one section I finished? I want to make sure it makes sense, my brain’s a little scrambled– worse than usual.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind–” You click on the link he’s emailed you with his document and your jaw snaps shut at the specific portion he’s sent you: personal experience . 

He says something that flies over your head as you start to dissect his writing, reading each and every word with bated breath and a twinge of envy for whoever he’s speaking about in these paragraphs. The overall sentence structure is a bit shaky, his word choice rather simple, but you can tell he’s poured his heart and spilled it inbetween the lines of this paper. 

It starts with admiration from afar, being too afraid to say anything until fate’s pushed both him and this mystery person alongside one another. That’s when he begins to notice his admiration evolve into adoration; his palms would always perspire heavily around them, his heart felt like it was going to escape from his chest with how hard it would beat, his tongue felt heavy when he’d try and speak, it was all telltale signs of his complete and utter infatuation. 

But then he goes into specifics of which situations truly solidified his feelings for them and your eyes widen as the shared memories flood your mind: bringing him ice for his sprained ankle and preparing him a warm drink to combat his headache, reassuring him that he’s doing his best and that they’ll be there for him, spending an entire afternoon at the fair , where he tries to confess his feelings under the fireworks but his friends inconveniently interrupt. 

“Yuuji–” You start, glancing next to you as he sits much closer to you than he had been moments prior, “This...you…you...”

“I really wanted to tell you that night during the fireworks, but then Nobara showed up and I got nervous, so I thought maybe if you read how I’ve been feeling it’d be better...” He explains with a sheepish grin.

“Seriously? ” He’s a bit taken aback by your words, but his shoulders slouch back down when it's followed with laughter, “I was um, I was going to have you read my personal experience portion that details my feelings for you .”

Yuuji’s eyes stretch wide like saucers at your impromptu confession, “Wait, wait, you like me?”

“I do, yeah,” You suddenly grow shy from his intense gaze, “Do you want to read my paper?”

“Of course,” He leans into you when you tilt your laptop in his direction, his thigh pressed to the side of your own as he takes in the words on the screen. 

The silence is deafening as he takes in your own infatuation for him, eyes scrolling line by line until he reaches the end where you admit that you’re fearful of rejection and that’s what had you flipping back and forth in your head on whether or not you should confess in the first place.

“Me? Reject you?” Yuuji scoffs at the insinuation, “I thought I was the dumb one.”

“Hey!” You exclaim before the both of you fall into a fit of laughter as it bounces off the walls of the empty coffee shop.

It’s when you calm down that you realize just how close Yuuji’s face is in proximity to yours, his nose nearly brushing over your own, “Yuuji–”

“You know, I was going to try and kiss you too, at the fireworks show. I thought it’d be romantic, if you returned my feelings of course.” He admits, cheeks dusted a light pink at the second confession.

Your own complexion grows warm at the thought alone of kissing Itadori Yuuji, “Well, I’m returning your feelings now .”

“I mean, I’m uh, I’m a bit nervous now, being put on the spot, besides I don’t want to mess up–”

His ramblings die in his throat when you surge forward and press your lips against his own slightly chapped pair, hand reaching up to gently cup at the side of his jaw that’s not littered with contusions. Quick to return your passion, he kisses you back despite the ever growing smile that’s forcing its way onto his mouth and rendering kissing difficult. 

Although careful not to disturb his multitude of bruises, your lips eventually part in favor of deepening the kiss, head tilted to the side so as to not clumsily bump noses. Yuuji’s hands remain on the table for only a few more seconds before he reaches around your waist, the chair you’re occupying screeching as he drags you nearly into his lap. 

“So um,” Yuuji stammers when the both of you eventually pull away for oxygen, but also partially because you remember that there are cameras at your workplace, “Would you want to go on a real date with me? Maybe after the project’s finished– oh my god, the project, we gotta finish it!” 

“Do you want to go back to my dorm and finish it there? My fluffy beanbag is much more comfortable than these rusty old chairs,” You suggest with a laugh, already beginning to pack your things away.

He returns your laughter, nodding, “Sure, you didn’t answer my question though, about the date.”

“Don’t play dumb,” You flick at his forehead, “Of course I’ll go on a date with you.”

Once you finish up your closing shift duties after putting them off for half an hour, the two of you head back to your dorm and finish both your papers and the presentation with the rising sun as your witness. What originally had been a group project you were not looking forward to with a partner who you had never spoken more than a sentence to prior has blossomed itself both into a flourishing relationship and a 96 on the project as a whole. 

You also gained a closer friendship with your co-worker Kugisaki and eventually their other friend Fushiguro Megumi, which you later find out the two of them had placed bets on whether or not the two of you would end up together by the end of the semester.

“You owe me twenty bucks!” The brunette shouts at Fushiguro a week later when you head in for your usual afternoon shift, fingers intertwined with Yuuji’s as he insisted he walk you to work before his track practice. 

The other male grumbles before grabbing a wad of cash from his pocket and smacking it down on the counter, “I really didn’t think he’d get the courage to do it.”

“Megumi! That’s mean!” Yuuji whines before squeezing your hand, “I’ll pick you up later, yeah?”

“Sure,” You feel his lips press to the side of your head briefly before letting go entirely, heading towards the exit while waving off Kugisaki’s obnoxious gagging noises. 

Yeah, you think fondly to yourself as you watch your boyfriend wave goodbye once more through the large bay windows, you could get used to this.

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drinking games || itadori yuuji

this is a part of the sewer’s valentine’s day collab! please be sure to check out all the amazing writers & artists on the list here! thank you for letting me be a part of it! 💗 

Pairing: Itadori Yuuji x Female!Reader 

Warnings: Smut (18+), Alcohol Intoxication

Word Count: 4.8k+

A/N: Here’s my first fic for the JJK fandom! I hope its turned out alright 😩💗 my pink item for the collab was pink vodka! I wound up having quite a bit of fun writing this, Yuuji’s just prime playful sex material and I love it 😍 If you’re uncomfortable with themes of sexual acts being initiated under the influence of alcohol then please don’t read. All characters are aged 18+.

[You: 22:42] Put some pants on I’m coming over [Yuuji: 22:43] U better bring food [You: 22:43] I got something better! [You: 22:50] OPEN THE DOOR YUUJI

Stumbling into the apartment, you clutch at the bag slung over your shoulder that contains the surprise you’ve brought along with you, “Are you deaf?”

“Ah, sorry, I had my headphones in,” He scratches at the back of his neck before closing the door, “What’d you bring? Is it for me?”

“I barely even walked through the door!” You roll your eyes, feeling his curious gaze at your shoulder as you place the contents of the bag onto the coffee table: a bottle and two shot glasses.

Pink liquid sloshes inside the glass container, grabbing the man behind you’s attention. Yuuji reaches over and picks up the bottle, reading the label until it clicks what exactly you’ve brought with you. 

“You pick tonight, before I have to go on a mission in the morning to bring alcohol over?” He whines, tilting the liquor back and forth with mindless fascination, “This looks like a girly drink anyways.”

“It’s vodka, come on you can drink a little with me yeah? Unless you’re gonna pass out early on me like last time, you lightweight.”  

Shifting anything into a challenge is a surefire way to get Yuuji to become an active participant, always striving to improve, including how much alcohol he can consume supposedly. You smirk in victory while he goes to find a bottle opener, mumbling about how he’s going to prove you wrong this time. 

“Is Megumi here?” Making yourself comfortable on the thrifted couch, you inquire on his roommate’s whereabouts. After leaving Jujutsu Tech, you and Nobara sought out a small apartment in the city while Yuuji and Megumi found one a bit closer to your alma mater. 

Nobara normally accompanied you on the trip up the mountains to their place, but she had left the apartment that evening for an overnight mission. It seemed Megumi was just as busy too, “Nah, Gojou-sensei asked him to join on a last minute thing.”

“I’ll just have to record you passed out in the bathroom then.” You tease, remembering the last time all four of you had gotten together and drank. Faint memories of Yuuji barely holding down his liquor as he stormed to the bathroom plagued your mind, followed by all of you finding him knocked out cold on the tiled flooring twenty minutes later. 

He inserts the bottle opener, using his superhuman strength to yank the cork out in one fell swoop, “Let’s make a bet; you win, which you won’t, you can record me admitting defeat and post it online, I win, I get you to do something for me.” 

“First of all, how do we determine who wins?” You raise an eyebrow, holding your glass out for Yuuji to pour the pink liquid in, “Second, what exactly would I do for you?”

“Whoever says no to another shot first, loses, and I haven’t figured it out yet, you scared? Hm?” Placing the bottle down, he glances over at you and wags his eyebrows tauntingly, waiting for you to snatch the bait you tossed his way earlier when you challenged him to drinking in the first place.

The shot glass brushes against your lips before you allow the alcohol to effortlessly glide down your throat, swallowing it all in one go, “You’re on.”

Yuuji’s wolfish grin has your stomach at an immediate disadvantage, with the way it feels like numerous knots have formed within the space currently reserved for liquor. You divert your attention to the television, grabbing the remote and flicking through movies to find the perfect candidate.

After downing his first shot of the evening, he points forwards, “Oh! Oh! Let’s watch a horror movie!” 

It would make for a good drinking game, you think to yourself as you click on the horror genre, a myriad of bloody thumbnails coating the screen. The amount of cliches alone would have both of you finishing the first bottle after one movie. Yes, you brought a second, unable to resist the buy one get one half off deal the liquor store was having. 

You both agree on watching the classic Scream movies, taking shots for specific horror movie tropes that appear along with every time either one of you falls for a jumpscare. 

“Y/N…” Yuuji suddenly whispers at your side only minutes into the film, “You want popcorn? I want popcorn.”

“Hurry up then! Can’t have you cheating by getting a snack.” You tease, laughing to yourself at the way he dashes to the kitchen to throw a bag of kernels into the microwave. 

He leans on the archway between the two rooms while waiting for the appliance to ding, but you didn’t notice until you visibly flinch at the sight of a chair being thrown through a window on screen, “I saw that! Take a shot!”

“Wha– that’s not fair! I can’t tell if you flinch from here!” You whip your head around only to be met with his toothy grin, “Yuuji!” 

“Are you scared of losing that bad?” That puts an instant scowl on your lips; he knows you’re just, if not more competitive than he is when it comes to silly games like these. By the time Yuuji returns to your side with a bowl of fresh popcorn in tow, you’ve long since took your second shot of the night. 

Minutes tick by, drinks are taken, and you’re beginning to feel the alcohol buzzing through your system. The buttery snack is nearly gone, the pink-haired man at your side having practically devoured most of it. Your fingers walk along the plastic bowl in search of more, refusing to tear your gaze from the movie, until they suddenly meet another hand.

This paired with the suspense building in the film has you jumping slightly in your seat. Yuuji lets out a loud laugh as you glance in his direction with an incredulous look on your complexion, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“Here,” He brings the last piece of popcorn towards your face, waiting patiently for you to part your lips. As you do, his fingertips just barely brush against them, causing your body temperature to rise very quickly at the contact. Yuuji’s soft, gentle eyes don’t waver from your own pair for what feels like an eternity and your tipsy brain is going on and on about how attractive your best friend really is–

That is, until a loud noise coming from the television yet again has your entire body jolting in surprise, “Fuck!” 

“Thas’ another shot.” Yuuji slurs only slightly, turning back towards the film as he leans over and pours you the drink this time. 

“It’s not fair,” A whine escapes your throat before liquor is yet again poured down it, shaking your head at the bitter taste, “You’re trained to be good at this.” 

Suddenly an arm is draped over your shoulder, tugging you closer to the male’s sturdy frame, “Come ‘ere, I’ll protect you from the big bad scary movie.”

You’re about to protest how that actually wouldn't help, but the next jumpscare rolls around and you’re unwavering at the gruesome sight. That, paired with how safe you actually feel when pressed against Yuuji’s side, has you shifting closer until your head is laid on his shoulder and your legs are curled underneath you. 

His fingertips wander along your arm, mindlessly tracing shapes against your skin and chuckling to himself whenever goosebumps form in his wake. Shots are now chugged straight from the bottle, neither of you wanting to detach from the other but both unable to express that aloud. 

It would be so easy to blame your feelings on the copious amount of alcohol, but the liquid courage has only brought your infatuation to the forefront of your thoughts. Being wrapped in Yuuji’s embrace was something you hadn’t realized you wanted, even needed, until this very moment. 

Your mind is swirling by the time the first bottle is actually finished and you’re halfway through the second movie. Unable to stop anything that spills from your unfiltered mouth, you blurt out, “Yuuji, you’re like, a human radiator, what the fuck.”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Are you too warm? I can...I can move or turn on the fan–” 

The attempt he makes at lifting himself from the couch is futile, his wobbling legs giving out on him along with you refusing to let go, “No! I like it.”

“Gotta get alcohol too, we finished the bottle and there’s still the second movie and oh I think there’s a third one too if I’m not mistaken–”

“No- no more shots,” Just the thought of more liquor makes your stomach churn; you had definitely reached your limit a few shots prior but if you push it any farther, you might be the one with their head in the toilet this evening. 

Your admission of defeat has Yuuji turning to fully face you, his button nose nearly brushing against your own, “I win?”

“Yeah,” The words sting your stubborn tongue, “You win, I’ll do whatever you want, but be nice!” 

“I almost forgot about that! Hmm...” 

His eyes search yours while he silently thinks of what he wants as “compensation” for winning the silly drinking game, the movie you both once paid close attention to now only background noise. You could just faintly feel his breath on your lips, the gap between both of you subconsciously growing smaller.

A dust of pink coats Yuuji’s cheeks when he finally speaks again, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes-” You manage to exhale before his lips crash onto yours, the taste of popcorn still lingering on his mouth. The kiss is sweet, albeit clumsy from your intoxicated state of mind, but it has Yuuji giggling nonetheless. He tries to contain himself, opting to release soft hums like he’s just taken a bite of decadent chocolate. 

“Wow,” The pink-haired male gasps out as you pull back just enough for some much needed air, “I’ve been wanting to do that for years.”

“Years?” You manage to squeak out, leaning back just enough to look into those warm, brown eyes. 

Yuuji appears like a deer caught in headlights, realizing the words that just stumbled off his tongue, “I- uh...yeah, I hope that isn’t weird–” 

It's your turn to cut him off with a kiss, right after adjusting yourself on the couch just enough that you could toss your arms over his shoulders, dragging his body closer to yours. Deft fingers play with the small strands of hair at the back of his head, eventually raking his locks between them. His own hands find solace at your hips, guiding you onto his lap without pause. 

A part of you was still in disbelief, unable to understand how you had gone from watching scary movies to making out on the couch. You don’t even get an opportunity to dwell on it, Yuuji’s lips forcing yours open just enough for him to guide his tongue inside. The feeling of him eagerly exploring every cavern of your mouth with the pink muscle has your legs clenching at his sides, heat beginning to pool between them. 

Then, unexpectedly– “Ow!” Your teeth clack, forcing you apart from one another in surprise and slight pain. 

“I’m so sorry,” He brings his palm to the side of your complexion, an adorable pout spread along his bottom lip, “I think I drank a bit too much.”

“It’s okay, me too.” You laugh, leaning into his touch. The way Yuuji gazes at you in this moment makes you feel like a goddess, nothing but absolute adoration swimming in his irises. Had he truly felt this way for you all this time without you catching on?

Slowly, you meet him in the middle again, this kiss much less rushed than before. What once felt like roaring waves crashing onto the earth’s surface, overwhelming all of your senses, had calmed to soft laps at the sand, gently guiding you into the ocean. Occasionally, a small hiccup or a breathy laugh would leave one of your mouths, still in disbelief that this was actually happening. 

Yuuji’s lips then leave yours in favor of pressing them along your jawline, peppering your skin with feather-like delicacy. His travels lead him to the curve of your neck, your head lolling to the side to give him easy access. When his teeth first bare themselves and tug at your sensitive skin you subconsciously grind your hips down and let out a shaky exhale. 

“Do that again.” He mumbles, fingers curling harder into your sides, “Please.”

Another roll of your hips has him whining against you, gathering your once unlittered skin between his teeth as he coaxes a mark to form under his ministrations. With your lips just barely parted, you release a needy moan, the noise traveling to both Yuuji’s ears and the space between his legs. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was your infatuation settling on the surface, but every touch was so warm and only made you crave more. You set a lazy pace of rocking your hips against the man beneath you, digging your fingernails into the back of his scalp as he continued to mark up your skin, practically claiming you as his. You want that, you think to yourself, you want to be his.

As his mouth travels back up in search of your lips, you speak against them, “Take off your shirt.”

You emphasize your request by blazing a hand down to the hem of his loose tee, tugging at the soft material. Yuuji’s half-lidded eyes open a bit wider at the suggestion, “Are you sure? Listen, I know we’re kinda drunk, but I really do like you, like a lot. I wish I would’ve had the courage to do this sooner–”

“I like you too,” Cutting Yuuji off on his tangents seems to be an ongoing trend that evening, “I want this, I want you, so make me yours.” 

While he takes a moment to process the words just spoken to him, you decide to make yourself loud and clear by yanking your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the hardwood floor without a second glance. His eyes immediately divert to your now partially exposed breasts, intricate lace holding them close together. 

“You’re so pretty,” Yuuji blurts out, tentatively bringing one hand back to your cheek, “If you ever want to stop just tell me, promise?”

Glancing down, you notice he’s held out his other hand with only his pinky sticking up. With a light giggle you nod, curling your own finger around his to seal the deal. The next thing to escape your mouth is a squeal, Yuuji’s lips returning to your own with a renounced fervor. 

Except you tug harshly at his shirt, reminding him that you wanted it off and you wanted it off now. He follows through this time, detaching himself from your mouth only temporarily. 

The pads of your fingers immediately explore his newly exposed frame, feeling his body shiver under your cool touch. His hands trail down your arms, palms gliding along your skin until they nearly meet one another at your perky breasts. When he stalls momentarily, you whine in protest against his lips and eagerly press your body closer to his warmth. 

Yuuji uses your silent plea as encouragement to continue, pressing indents into your soft mounds and toying with the bra that separates him from your hardening nipples. Despite that, he runs his thumbs over them through the flimsy fabric, chuckling at the breathless noise you produce in response. 

He goes silent the moment the palm of your hand presses against his clothed erection, fingers curling around his length through his sweatpants. Gasping into your mouth, you take this opportunity to invade his with your tongue while slowly sliding a hand down his shaft. 

“Can I take your pants off?” You eventually ask, causing him to halt his ministrations.

He’s quick to comply though, nodding and begging against your lips, “Yes, please.” 

It still didn’t stop him from pouting when you lifted yourself from his lap, but his expression quickly shifts when he watches you sink onto your knees directly in front of him. With your calves resting on the hardwood floor, you reach up and curl your impatient fingers around the waistband of his sweats, yanking them down in one fell swoop.

You were fully expecting to have to drag a pair of briefs down his toned thighs, but you’re pleasantly surprised when his cock springs free and slaps at his toned abdomen. Glancing up, you notice the way Yuuji’s caught his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed when he meets your gaze. 

“Don’t hold back any pretty noises from me Yuuji.” His mouth parts ever so slightly, obeying your command while never tearing his eyes from you. 

Your delicate fingers immediately wrap around the base, feeling his hot skin throb at the sudden touch. A small puddle of precum rests along his lower stomach, having come from his drooling head. 

Yuuji sucks in a deep breath when your tongue lolls out of your mouth, but the tension seemingly dissipates when you begin lapping at his leaking slit, “Hah! That tickles!”

Repeating the action, you’re unable to stop yourself from eliciting another bout of laughter from the pink-haired male. You swallow his precum with an amused grin, watching him through your lashes to gauge his next reaction.

“Oh fuck…” All laughter dies in his throat when you take the entire head between your lips, sucking hard at the sensitive skin. Low groans escape past clenched teeth instead, one of his hands digging into the cushion with so much strength he might just tear it to shreds.

The further you travel down his length, the more vocal Yuuji is in return. His unoccupied hand travels between your locks, seeking any sort of purchase to keep himself from cumming in twenty seconds flat. 

Despite that, he truly wasn’t prepared for just how amazing it felt when you began bobbing up and down along his veiny cock, your hand stroking what wouldn’t fit. He refuses to tear his gaze away, refuses to let his eyes close in bliss and miss even a second of the view in front of him. 

This goes on for what feels like forever: your big, soft eyes peering up at him while his cock is wedged between your pouty lips, a culmination of saliva and precum beginning to spill down your chin. If he peeks even further down he can see your perky nipples straining against your bra; it was a sight he wants to burn into his memory for the rest of his life. 

“You’re so perfect, so good, please don’t stop, please, please, please–” Yuuji begs, accidentally thrusting his hips upwards in desperation. The feeling of his head at the back of your tight throat has you instantly gagging, tears pooling at your lower lash line.

It takes him a few moments to notice those tears now rolling down your cheekbones, quickly loosening his grip and allowing you to remove yourself from his length, “Did I hurt you?” 

“No, no,” You reassure him after a much needed breath, brushing your swollen lips along the prominent vein that runs down his cock, “I kinda liked it.”

He doesn’t even get a chance to respond to such a blunt statement before you’re hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him back into the wet cavern of your mouth. The muscles in his thighs begin to tense with his rapidly impending orgasm, fingernails digging harshly into your scalp while he chants praise after praise into the thick air.

“I’m so close, hah, if you don’t- if you don’t stop I’m gonna,” Yuuji tries to speak with some cohesiveness, but it dissolves into debauched blabber when your hand reaches up and begins massaging his aching balls, “I’m gonna cum!”

This spurs you on further, taking him as deep as you can until you nearly choke on his head once more. Your nose almost rests on his pubic bone when his grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to keep still as he spills thick, hot cum into your eager mouth. His eyes are screwed shut as he pumps ropes of white fluid down your throat, long, guttural moans passing his lips.

Persistence is key, you tell yourself as you refuse to release him until you’ve swallowed every single last drop. Until finally the overstimulation gets too much to bear and Yuuji yanks you off of his softening cock.

“Wow,” He exhales, allowing you to glide his sweats back up his frame and climb into his inviting lap.

You can’t help but giggle at his blissed out state, pecking his lips once, twice– before speaking, “Wow? That’s all you can say?”

“I think you sucked my brain out too,” Yuuji whines, hands resting comfortably on your pert ass, “Before I go completely braindead, let me return the favor.”

“You’re so dumb, Yuuji–!” A squeal is ripped from your throat when your back meets the couch cushions, bouncing ever so slightly before a lean figure hovers over you. 

The smile spreading across his complexion is contagious, those pretty brown eyes sparkling as he peers down at you, “You’re so beautiful, you know that? I’ve wanted this for so, so long.” 

Your legs squeeze around his waist, drawing him closer until you can reach forward and capture his mouth in yet another fleeting kiss. This entire evening feels like a fever dream, or rather a wet dream from the depths of your subconscious. One might mistake it for fantasy if his words of praise and gentle touches didn’t ground you back, back to the reality where Yuuji is now trailing his soft lips down the column of your neck. 

He continues his journey downwards until reaching the swell of your breasts, nuzzling his nose into your cleavage and mumbling into your skin, “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, watching as he leaves a few more pecks along the tops of your chest before descending down yet again. Eventually, your legs drop back down onto the couch, Yuuji’s mouth and hands hovering over the waistband of your leggings. 

Wasting no time, he eagerly curls his fingers around the material and rolls them down your thighs, your calves, and over your feet so he can cast them aside. You feel so exposed, your matching bra and panty set on full display to the man above you. If you look closely, you can see the way he drags his tongue over his bottom lip at the sight. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Yuuji groans before burying his face between the apex of your thighs without warning, like a tiger pouncing on its prey. All you see are pink tufts of hair as he drags his tongue along your clothed slit, impatient to get a taste of you.

He remains like this for what feels like too long, refusing to toss your panties aside as he sucks at the drenched lace while massaging the inside of your thighs with his palms, “Yuuji, please.”

“Hm?” Peeking his head up, he gets a glimpse of just how desperate you truly are; your eyes glassy, bottom lip puckered out, fingernails digging into the couch cushion, “What is it?”

“Take em off already!” You’re full on whining, jutting your hips up to emphasize your point. 

He can’t stop himself from laughing before hooking his index fingers on the sides of your panties, growing more and more excited by the second. Neither of you expect the material to actually tear off of your frame from his mass enthusiasm, though, “Whoops.”

“You’re so lucky you’re cute.” You chide, but the sheepish grin Yuuji shoots your way has rendered you unable to be upset at the ruined underwear. 

Finally tossing the flimsy lace aside, his next words run shivers down your spine, “I’ll make it up to you.”

His mouth descends onto your cunt in a flash, diving headfirst between your sopping wet folds with renowned fervor. The pink muscle of his tongue leaves no part of you untouched, eagerly lapping up whatever your body has to give him. You cry out in pleasure, thighs trapping Yuuji between them, even though there’s nowhere else he’d rather be in this moment than eating you out like a man starved.

When he isn’t dipping his tongue into your tight little hole, his lips are gathering your clit between them and sucking hard at the sensitive bud. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull, the heel of your foot digging into his toned back in search of some sort of purchase. 

Just when you thought it couldn’t feel anymore amazing, he reaches down and presses not one, but two fingers at your entrance. He hums against your clit at just how hot and tight your walls feel around the appendages, wondering how good it would feel if it was his cock instead. 

Tears begin rolling down your cheeks at the intense pleasure coiling in your lower abdomen; all these different sensations coming together in an attempt to drive you over the edge. From his mouth sucking fervently at your clit, to his fingers rapidly thrusting against that spongy spot inside of you, you were sure to tip over fast and hard.

“Yuuji, I’m- I’m so close already–!” Your voice cracks when he suddenly inserts a third, stretching you even further, “Please!”

Ever eager to satisfy, he picks up his pace even more, fucking you on his thick fingers and lavishing your fluttering cunt with his warm mouth. The pleasure is becoming too much to handle, your legs shaking rather violently, your climax so close. 

You reach for his pink locks, tangling your fingers through them when your orgasm suddenly hits you like a freight train, a loud cry tearing through your throat. Yuuji coaxes you through it by refusing to halt his ministrations, enjoying the way you’re gushing around his digits and into his awaiting mouth.

When you start to come down from your high though, you realize he’s still very much between your legs, “Hah! No more! It’s too sensitive!” 

“I think I’m gonna have to buy a new couch.” Is the first thing Yuuji says when he finally lifts himself up, your cum coating the entire lower half of his complexion, “You came a lot.” 

“You’re embarrassing.” You instantly cover your face, growing warm with abashment at the realization. 

The first thing you see when he eventually moves your hands is his concerned expression, having wiped away your slick with some napkins laid on the coffee table, “I thought it was really hot, but next time we should put a towel down or something.”

“Next time?” You squeak, completely forgetting how this entire ordeal came to fruition in the first place; him kissing you and admitting that he’s harbored feelings for you for years.

“I mean…yeah,” Yuuji’s cheeks go pink at the insinuation, “But I know we did things kind of backwards, so I’d really like to take you out on a date sometime, if you’d want.”

His words were sober, the alcohol having long since passed through both of your systems. Your own heart melts at the way he lays his own on the table, unwavering in his infatuation for you. Before vocalizing your answer, you lean up and capture his lips for the umpteenth time that evening in a toe-curling kiss. 

“I’d love to go out with you, Yuuji.” 

BONUS

The front door creaks when Megumi forces it open, cursing to himself about needing to fix it one of these days. It’s nearly seven in the morning when he returns to his small apartment and the only thing he wants to do is throw himself into bed and sleep for many, many hours.

Except, the sight in front of him has his left eye twitching: an empty alcohol bottle lays on the coffee table along with a bowl of unpopped kernels, numerous shot glasses, and a pair of lace panties. The television was still on, playing some vintage horror film he didn’t recognize.

He has half a mind to storm into Yuuji’s room and give him a piece of it, and he decides to do exactly that. Though, when he slams open his roommate’s bedroom door he’s met with a sleeping Yuuji holding you tightly in his embrace, a large blanket draped over both of your frames.

“Huh.” Megumi tilts his head to the side, realizing he should have expected it to be you, after all those years of listening to his friend’s pining. 

The anger subsides only slightly, telling himself he’s still going to yell at both of you for not cleaning up when suddenly a mouth manifests itself onto the back of Yuuji’s hand, “Disgusting, isn’t it. At least you didn’t have to listen to it.”

Not necessarily disgusting, Megumi thinks, but he’s way too tired to deal with any of this anymore and begins to retreat to his bedroom when, “I wouldn’t suggest sitting on that couch anytime soon, either.”

Definitely too tired for this shit.

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what a time || eren jaeger

You thought you were just sneaking off with him to visit the sea, but oh how wrong you truly were...

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Non-Sexual Partial Nudity, CHAPTER 139 SPOILERS, Semi Canon-Compliant

Word Count: 3.6k+

A/N: Songs that were the main source of inspiration for this would be “What A Time” by Julia Michaels feat. Niall Horan and “Oblivion” by Bastille. My original idea for this was much less angsty but then you know, I got the idea for angst and I couldn’t not do it. Extra reminder that this does contain major spoilers to the end of the manga, so read at your own discretion. I do believe it would be easier to read and understand if you know what happens in the manga, though. Also a big thank u to @cellotonin​​ for beta-ing for me ty Cookie! 💕

Your vision is bleary when the evening stars first come into view, casting light and allowing you to familiarize your surroundings. The first thing you realize is that you’re on horseback, arms wound tightly against the waist of who controls the reigns. Wall Maria is nowhere to be seen, the only tall structures around are the trees off to the right, probably a mile from the plains you’re currently traversing. 

Although you’re unsure of how you got to be in this predicament, you don’t feel any hostility or anger towards your company, if anything you feel safe, comfortable as you ride along the coast of the island. Their breathing is steady, calm as they guide you towards an unknown destination. You shuffle only slightly to adjust yourself which catches the attention of your companion.

“You fell asleep?” The voice of none other than Eren Jaeger rings out into the dead of night, a hint of amusement in his tone, “Hold on just a little longer, we’re almost there.”

“Where’s there?” You ask, watching as the ocean slowly comes into both of your views. The sight of tents near the shore gives you a better indicator of where exactly he’s taken you in relation to the walls, but the horse’s stamina never wavers as you pass by without a second glance.

Eren vaguely answers your question, his eyes focused on the path ahead, “You’ll see.”

It's not long until the two of you reach the top of a small hill that oversees a small section of the coast. The horse stalls at the peak, hooves planted in the untouched earth. You’re so entranced by the waves crashing onto the sandy terrain below that you nearly fall forwards when Eren begins to dismount himself. 

He’s quick to swing off the steed and hold a hand out for you to follow, poorly attempting to conceal a cheeky grin at your expense. Landing on the ground with a dull thud, you immediately retract your hand from his grip, trying to ignore just how warm his palm felt when pressed to yours, “Thank you, now can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Simple, we’re by the ocean.”

“Eren.” You narrow your eyes at his backside since he’s turned to fasten the horse to the tree a few feet away, keeping it from abandoning the two of you while you’re so far from anybody else. 

When he returns to your side, his hand is yet again outstretched in your direction, “Do you trust me?”

It’s a silly question really, of course you trust him. In fact, you trust a majority of your fellow cadets from the 104th Training Corps with your life. Though you’ve always found yourself drawn close to Eren’s side, probably due to the flaming vengeance you both nurse inside your hearts. The rage that’s culminated through years of tragedy and despair, its roots planted in the fall of your hometown Shiganshina. 

You resided on the outskirts of the dense district, but nonetheless bore witness to the titans that flooded the city and wrecked destruction in their wake. With no family remaining and no place to consider your own, you found yourself alongside the others only a few years later. It almost feels like yesterday that you were practicing killing titans in the forest and indulging in friendly competition with your fellow cadets, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth now. 

Now, civilians reside once more in the place you lived as a child. The fear of titans outside of the walls is practically nonexistent. There’s talk between the higher-ups about visiting Marley, infiltrating their walk of life to attend a conference in regards to Paradis. Everything lately has been happening so fast, with the constant advancements due to outside connections and networks, sometimes it's difficult for your head to truly wrap around it all.

You think that the man in front of you is experiencing a similar range of emotions, overwhelmed by the sharp turn life has taken ever since you all first discovered the sea and learned that people reside on the other side of it. Specifically, people who seek the demise of the remote island you call home.  

Eren’s taken it harder than anyone else over the past three years, slowly crawling further and further into himself with every passing day. It makes you wonder why he’s dragged you so far in the middle of the night for; if only you could remember what happened before you fell asleep on the horse–  

A call of your name pulls you back to reality, back to the top of the hill where he’s waiting for your response. His eyes seem less heavy on this particular evening under the illumination of the moon, filling your chest with a strange sort of nostalgia towards your younger years. 

No longer keeping him in suspense, you allow your hand to once more rest within his as you confirm your initial thoughts, “Of course I trust you.”

“But you know…” You continue, “Captain Levi will put us on cleaning duty for the next month if he finds out we’re out here.”

The rare, genuine smile that spreads across his lips has your stomach doing somersaults, “We better make the most of it then.”

His fingers remain firmly between yours as you follow him down the hill and towards the shore, boots coming into contact with the coarse sand. You can’t even remember the last time you had visited the beach; it probably had to be one of the many evenings you spent scouting the docks for potential enemy ships. 

The large body of water terrified you ever since you first learned about its actual existence, so you managed to keep your distance from the raging waves all these years. Just the thought of your skin being touched by the unknown depths has your chest tightening uncomfortably. 

“Hold on,” Eren stalls you in your tracks, releasing your hand to unfasten his boots. 

The realization of why he would be removing the leather footwear has you in an immediate panic, “I’m not going in that water.”

“It’s not going to hurt you,” He tries to reassure your rapidly palpitating heart, “It's not much different from a bath, a lot saltier though.”

“I don’t know…” Your teeth latch onto your bottom lip, eyes trained hard on the enigmatic ocean in front of you, “What if some creature comes out of it and attacks us?”

With a low chuckle, he shakes his head, “The bigger fish are miles away from what I’ve heard, nothing’s going to get you from dipping your legs in, trust me.”

There’s that word again: Trust. It almost sounds ironic this time coming from his lips, but you can’t exactly pinpoint why. You choose to not dwell on it, rather you believe in him as you always have, and always will. 

So you undo the fastenings on your own pair of boots, laying them next to his as you get accustomed to the strange texture of sand on your bare feet. Your gaze shifts to Eren when you hear him shuffle at your side, eyes widening as you watch him lift his shift from the bottom up over his head. 

“W-What are you-”

“Can’t go swimming fully dressed.” He shakes out his shaggy mane of hair; the ends almost reach his shoulders and you wonder if he’ll ever consider taking a pair of scissors to the long locks.

The next article of clothing to come off of his toned body are his beige slacks, leaving him adorned only in a loose pair of briefs. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen one of the guys half-naked, from sharing bunks to tents and all that, but this occasion felt much more intimate than the others. 

You glance away from Eren before he can catch you staring at his sculpted frame, looking down at your own pair of slacks that will definitely get wet if you keep them on. He seems to pick up on your internal battle, turning away from you to allow you a respite of privacy, “Let me know when you’re done.”

“Don’t peek, Jaeger.” You warn him, feeling the warmth spread over your cheeks as you undo the buttons on your slacks one by one. The material slides down your legs before you kick them off to the side, the cool late night breeze wisping past your freshly exposed skin.

He doesn’t turn once in your direction, but does make a valid point, “I’m gonna see you eventually, but no peeking, promise.”

The loose tee you typically wear to bed remains on your body, the hem just barely brushing over the top of your thighs. Choosing to keep it on, you tug down at the fabric as if it’ll magically extend in length from doing so.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You inform Eren before looking back towards the ocean once more. The current is just as strong as it was when you both first arrived, rolling up the sand until it's dragged back down every single time. 

There’s one thing you can’t deny and that’s the calm that washes over you when watching this natural occasion, a sort of peace that comes with the sounds and sights of the sea. The way the stars cast down on the roaring waves, shimmering like glitter along its fluid surface. 

You don’t even notice how close Eren’s gotten to you until he grabs your hand again, like a magnet searching for its polar half, “Come on.”

He leads you forwards, inching closer and closer until you both reach parts of the sand that’s been grazed by the cool ocean water already. Every step that’s taken tightens your chest just a little more, the anticipation coursing through your veins. You try to tell yourself that it's silly to be so anxious over something like water, but it doesn’t do much to ease your nerves. If anything, it’s the calloused palm that’s pressed to yours that grounds you. His fingers weaved perfectly between yours, securely keeping the two of you intertwined. 

“It’s cold!” Are the first words you say when the waves first lap at your feet. Eren seems unphased by the cool temperature but smiles softly to himself at your exclamation, walking further into the shallow part of the sea. 

Although the water is cold enough to elicit goosebumps along your skin, it feels almost refreshing as it crashes against your lower thighs. You lean down with your unoccupied hand, cupping the salty liquid into your palm before letting it fall back into the large body. It's really no different from bath water, you think to yourself, all the animosity you once held for it dissipating. 

Eren watches you the whole time, grey eyes unwavering as he finds himself immersed in your child-like enthusiasm. The way you kick your legs against the pull of the water, letting it splash around your bodies. He doesn’t even notice that you’ve turned to meet his stare until you call his name, twice.

“Can I ask now what we’re doing here?” You plead with him, the curiosity nagging at you ever since you first awoke on horseback.

He lets out a quiet sigh, unable to hold your gaze as he looks down at the water, “I wanted to take my mind off of things I guess, the sea is calming.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You push a little, hoping maybe he’ll give you some answers to what’s been racing through his mind over the past few years. 

“Nah, not yet,” He shakes his head, “I’d much rather listen to you. Maybe you can tell me the story of how you once head-butted a boy for trying to kiss you.”

“Who told you that?!” 

“A little birdy.”

The glare you shoot in his direction has the opposite intended effect, Eren stifling a low chuckle as he continues, “It’s okay, I thought babies came from storks until I was 15.”

Your jaw drops dramatically, “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

It's your turn to laugh, shoulders shaking as you tip your head back towards the moon. He squeezes your hand a little tighter and if you turned to face him at that moment, you would’ve caught a glimpse of the absolute adoration for you swimming in his irises. By the time you finish laughing though, he’s already pulling you further into the ocean’s depths. 

The water meets your waistline now and this is as deep as you can handle, digging your heels into the sand beneath you to secure your body from succumbing to the waves. You never thought you’d envision yourself stepping anywhere near the sea, but here you were in the middle of the night no less with one of your closest comrades at your side. The sensation of being one with the harmonic push and pull of the waves is indescribable, a feeling you hope you won’t ever forget. 

“I guess the ocean’s not so bad…” You’re murmuring more to yourself, but Eren’s quick to pick up on it. 

“I always dreamt of seeing this with Armin as a kid,” He thinks aloud, “I don’t know if I ever could have been prepared though...for it to become a reality.”

There’s no excitement in his words, no fulfillment from achieving his childhood dream, it’s almost like he’s– “You sound...disappointed.” 

Eren doesn’t respond, head bowed as he watches the waves crash against his hips repeatedly. Your lips drop into a frown, matching the man’s at your side, unsure of what to say or do about the sudden solemn mood he’s fallen into. 

You let your hand slip under the water, cusping the liquid in your palm as an idea forms in your head. Reluctantly you remove your other hand from his grasp, but before Eren can dwell on why, he’s suddenly hit with a splash of cool salt water. 

Taken aback, he peers over at you with furrowed brows, but his expression shifts quickly to one of amusement when he listens to the cheeky giggles that spill from your throat. Your laughter hitches to a squeal when Eren returns the favor tenfold, using both hands to soak your upper body with the cold water. 

“Two can play at that game,” He challenges and before you know it the two of you are in a war with no end in sight, circling around and splashing one another childishly. It’s freeing almost, to play such a silly game and forget about the world surrounding you for a brief moment. The only thing on your mind being to dodge Eren’s oncoming ‘attack’, to hit him with your own. 

What you don’t expect is for him to swap tactics, running towards you against the water’s currents until he can curl his arms around your waist. You’re about to ask what he’s doing when he tosses you back, submerging you underneath the surface.

Just as fast he’s lifting you back up, laughing maniacally at the exasperated look on your complexion. You want to be mad, but the pure joy that reaches his eyes has you completely and utterly defeated. Instead, you grab at his shoulders, trying to turn the tables and dunk him under the cold salt water. 

Unfortunately, though you wouldn’t quite consider it to be such a misfortune, Eren holds you tighter against his toned figure and keeps you from getting the footing needed to push him down. Accepting defeat, you look up and meet his intense gaze, spewing the first words that come to mind, “I probably look like a wet dog.”

“You look perfect, you always do.” He does the same, letting his initial thoughts roll off his tongue. 

Although the both of you are drenched head to toe and should be cold, your body runs warm as you remain firmly pressed to his own. It grows quiet, but not uncomfortably so, listening to the sounds of nature that surround you. When you rest your head against his chest, you can also feel the thrum of his heartbeat, wondering to yourself if it's getting faster. 

You can’t quell the smile that forms on your mouth as you stand in the middle of the once terrifying sea; you’re so happy, being here with Eren at this moment. What a time, you think to yourself, silently wishing that it doesn’t have to end anytime soon.

“Listen…” Eren breaks the silence, meeting your eyes hesitantly as you turn to face him once more, “I wish...I had the guts to tell you sooner, but maybe it’s for the best that I didn’t, that I don’t…”

He bites at his bottom lip, obviously fighting a battle inside his thoughts. Letting your innate curiosity take over, you push him for answers, “Tell me what? What happened?”

There’s a high probability this could have to do with why you’re out here, why Eren’s allowed you to accompany him when he mentioned he wanted to take his mind off of things. One hand reaches up from your waist, his digits ghosting over the side of your neck as he contemplates his next course of actions. 

You can feel the way his fingertips shake in trepidation, but yet again you’re unsure of what to do, “Eren? Hey, you can tell me anything, you know that right? You’re so important to me... you always will be.”

“I love you,” Those three words spill past his lips like bile and permeate the air around you, the hairs on the back of your neck rising at the sudden confession, “I loved the person I was, I am, when I’m around you.”

“Oh–”

“In another life, I’d do this properly, you know. I’d take you on our first date, nervously kiss you outside your front door. A few years down the line I’d ask for your hand in marriage, maybe after that we’d start a family…but things aren’t easy like that, they never have been.”

His words are overwhelming, your chest squeezing painfully as you process the past minute that’s gone by. You don’t even realize a lone tear rolls down your cheek until Eren swipes it away with his thumb, gazing at you like you’re the cosmos in the sky above. 

“Why can’t we have that? I’m so confused, Eren…” There’s a dull ache that begins to form in your temple, your eyebrows furrowing in discomfort.

His voice cracks when he speaks again, “I’m a coward, I don’t have it in me to say it...to watch you look at me with disgust for what I’ve done, you’ll remember soon enough.”

“I couldn’t...I could never…” You shake your head, “I love you, Eren.”

It happens so quick, his lips are urgently pressing to yours, kissing you with the moon and stars as your witness. His hands cup your cheeks, keeping you selfishly locked in his embrace with no desire for oxygen, content growing dizzy if it means he doesn’t have to let go just yet. Eren’s crying too, you can feel his tears as they roll down his face onto yours. 

Once he pulls away, mouth still hovering over yours, you hear his last words to you, “I love you, too.”

The next time your eyes open it’s from being forcefully shaken awake, a teary-eyed Jean staring back at you. A mixture of soot and blood coats his skin, as does Connie’s who is standing a few feet behind him. You take a minute to try and recognize your surroundings, trying to remember what just happened–

“Eren–”

“Did he visit you too?” Jean asks, and that’s when reality comes crashing down around you. Where you currently are. What’s happened in the past year. Everything. 

That night never even happened, you never snuck out of the barracks with Eren to go swimming. At least, not when he had you believe you did, right before the infiltration of Marley. Instead, it's all in your head, a non-tangible memory of a night that never occurred in this reality. A love confession that was never spoken in this world. But a kiss that you can still feel on your lips if you try hard enough.

The memories that did happen come back to you too, specifically of the boat ride to Marley for the infiltration. It wasn’t a short trip by any means, which gave all of you time to prepare yourselves for entering the enemy’s domain. The last night before docking in the city though you found yourself unable to fall asleep, slipping out of your bunk to step outside and admire the stars in the sky.

Eren wound up accompanying you, sharing your insomnia as he sat at your side. The two of you told the most ridiculous stories back and forth throughout the night, one of those stories being how you head-butted a boy who tried to kiss you.

He made an off-hand comment afterwards, asking, “theoretically, would you head-butt me if I tried to kiss you?”

You never got the chance to answer, as your lips parted the door leading inside was brutally shoved open, revealing a disheveled Armin. He panicked when neither you nor Eren were in your bunks, having woken up in the middle of the night. That night was the last you truly ever spent with Eren Jaeger before he isolated himself from everyone, carrying out his own personal missions that eventually lead you all to where you are in this very moment. 

“What did- what did you guys talk about?” Jean brings your attention back to him. He leans over and wipes at your cheek, just like Eren had, brushing away the stray tears that have fallen freely down your complexion.

“Eren told me he loves–”

“I am Armin Arlert, an Eldian of Paradis Island. I am the one who killed the Attack Titan, Eren Jaeger.”

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fall || bakugou katsuki

warnings: smut (18+), angst, honestly this is word vomit  word count: 691 a/n: this is your fault Jo @lady-bakuhoe​ LOL i couldn’t help it i needed to write something about it the idea of Bakugou so vulnerable and crying and during sex too I just needed to get it off my chest idk if its any good 🤧

You’re surprised at how quickly things shifted in a span of maybe twenty minutes, but in no way were you complaining. What was Bakugou slamming the front door to your apartment with tears brimming his lower lashes, is now said tears rolling freely down his cheekbones as he slams his cock into you over and over again. His gaze lingers on your complexion, watching you gnaw at your bottom lip only to release it immediately, the most harmonic moans filling his eardrums. 

This is your fault anyways, having enticed him with your bare cunt in an attempt to distract him from the demons plaguing his mind, his heart. Later, the two of you could talk through it when his heightened emotions simmer, for now you let him fuck you with every ounce of strength he can muster. 

Bakugou whimpers your name, letting it roll off his tongue as he babbles on, “You’re amazing, fuck, you feel so good, I don’t deserve you-”

“Katsuki,” You reach up and let your fingers dance along his flushed complexion, his thrusts faltering at your onslaught of affection, “Come here.”

He leans down with the aid of your palm guiding him, locking his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. A low groan reverberates from his chest, crawling up his throat until it vibrates against your mouth. You take the opportunity to deepen your embrace, sliding your tongue over his as you curl your legs harder around his slim waist. 

Being a hero wasn’t the glamorous life many civilians thought of it to be and Bakugou was no stranger to the brute end of the industry. That being when a rescue operation goes awry, a kidnapped civilian doesn’t make it home, not everyone is saved from a collapsed building. It's the heroes who have to live with the guilt of failure and the idea that others view them as such too. 

He might put on a tough act for the photographers and interviewers, but it’s you who sees him for who he truly is. A man broken time and time again by his own high expectations, his own vision of weakness. It’s different now, though, nights he once spent alone until the early morning sun illuminated his tear-stricken complexion were almost a fever dream now. Ever since you entered his life, that is. 

You’re ever so patient with him, so kind, Bakugou doesn’t know what he could have possibly done right in his life to be rewarded with you. So he expresses his gratitude for you in the way he’s most comfortable, through dinner dates and rainy days inside to nights tangled in bed. Words aren’t easy for him and you’ve never been one to need them anyways. 

“I’m sorry,” Bakugou mumbles against your mouth before drawing back, another sob wracking at his aching chest. You shake your head, telling him through actions that he has nothing to apologize for. 

His face buries itself at the crook of your neck, rolling his hips harder against your eager cunt just to feel something good. It does, the feeling of your tight, gummy walls taking every inch of his thick cock with enthusiasm has him holding onto you a little tighter, lips pressing to your soft skin over and over again. 

“Hey, look at me,” You coo softly, fingers weaving between his unruly blonde locks before tugging upwards. His eyes eventually meet yours again, eyebrows furrowed as he starts to tremble with his oncoming release. Bakugou wishes he could photograph your expression when you speak again, “I love you, Katsuki.”

Although not the first time you’ve uttered those beautiful words to him, it's the catalyst that sets off his orgasm, pumping thick white ropes of cum into you with reckless abandon. You take it all in stride, watching his eyes roll back to his skull as he moans loudly into the dimly lit bedroom. 

The tears have ceased for now, Bakugou’s body collapsing on top of yours as he comes down from his high. You’re there to catch him, you always will be, and he’s forever grateful to you for it, “I love you, too.”

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handful || bakugou katsuki

pairing: ofa!bakugou katsuki x female!reader warnings: smut (18+), fisting, quirkplay, some praise here, some degradation there, dirty talk idk word count: 1,530 a/n: first big s/o to @kingkatsuki​ for hyping me up and reading it before i posted tysm 😭💕 so some context for this drabble can be found if you read my first ofa!bakugou fic Cratus ehehe but otherwise happy ofa!bakugou day 💕 i hope its okay i haven’t written smut in like 3 to 4 months 

“K-Katsuki, its- fuck! It’s hot!” You cry out, the pads of his fingertips already reaching inhumane temperatures. His thick, long index finger slowly swirls around the entrance to your soaked cunt, his raspy breath catching in his throat at such a beautiful sight before him. You’re perched on your hands and knees, stomach pressed into the mattress as to accentuate your ass to the man behind you.

Bakugou’s lightning struck eyes wander your frame, memories flooding in of the last time he had emitted this much power. The last time One For All had encompassed his entire body, it had been years since that evening. He could still make out the few scars that litter your skin from then, his cock twitching in his briefs in response. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He mumbles while sheathing a single digit inside of you, “Be a good girl and take what I give you, yeah?”

You nod quickly, your body adjusting to his overheated skin as he curls his finger against your tight walls, “More Katsuki, please…”

A sinister laugh escapes your fiance, “More?” Bakugou mimics, a smirk adorning his lips from the heavenly melody of you begging for him, “You mean like this?”

Two more fingers force their way inside, plunging deep inside you in a way that causes your toes to curl. At this exact moment, his crackling palm swats down harshly at the swell of your ass. You let out a long moan at the mix of pain and pleasure, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. 

Almost instantly the skin of your behind swells and melts into a deep pink and Bakugou can only watch it appear with pride, “You know what? I bet I can fit my whole fucking fist in this tight little pussy, you want that?”

The thought of it alone has your cunt fluttering around his fingers but your eyes widening in apprehension. Bakugou leaves you no time to dwell on the idea, rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out of your sloppy cunt as he inserts a fourth finger with no hesitation.

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull at the insane speed of his movements, sparks bouncing off of his body and emitting occasional light into the dim bedroom. The skin of your bottom lip begins to tear at the sheer force your teeth are causing in an attempt to keep yourself from screaming in pleasure. 

Bakugou finally catches on though, slowing down slightly as he bends his muscular frame over you, hand reaching around to your complexion, “Let it out, baby, let them know who treats you this good.”

He forcefully releases your lip from your harsh grip, a string of whines spilling instantly out of your mouth. With the way things were escalating, you were sure the two of you would have to find yet another new apartment, just like last time.

“You- you’re so hot, your skin-” 

“You think I’m hot? How sweet.” Bakugou teases, knowing exactly what you’re actually referring to, “Can I add another finger, baby? Think you can handle all five inside you?”

If you weren’t drunk on the absolute power and strength he held at this moment, you weren’t sure if you would’ve agreed, “Please.”

“Atta girl,” He leans back onto his calves at superhuman speed, pressing his pinky finger against your tight hole. It doesn’t take much for him to force it inside, your body burning from the insane stretch. 

You cry out in pain? Pleasure? You’re not even sure anymore as Bakugou reaches forward to toy with your neglected breasts in an attempt to distract you from any potential pain. His fingertips tweak at your hardened nipples, except the sporadic jolt of electricity escaping him causes you to spasm in his grasp and let out the occasional gasp.

“Fuck, you’re so good, I could cum in my pants right fucking now just at the sight of you,” He pants out, feeling his enlarged cock throbbing continuously just at the feeling of your body and the sound of your moans. You both knew one orgasm wasn’t enough for him when he was under the spell of One For All, though.

Speaking of orgasms, you could feel yours fast approaching, walls tightening against his digits as your legs begin to shake beneath you. He quickly picks up on this and works harder than ever before at getting you to cum, wanting to watch you squirt hopelessly all over him. 

“I’m so close, oh god, Katsuki-!” Your voice raises in pitch as his other hand leaves your breast in favor of your clit, rubbing harsh circles against the engorged bud. It took only a few strokes for you to let out an ear splitting wail, your release practically gushing out of you as Bakugou practically moaned himself at the sight. 

As your climax overwhelms your entire system, Bakugou took the opportunity to dive his entire hand inside of you, fingers now clenching in a tight fist. You felt so full at the sensation, already edging towards another release as you come down from your first one.

“Holy shit,” The blonde breathes out, twisting his fist inside of you slightly, “How does that feel, hm? Having my entire fucking fist inside that sweet pussy?”

You whine in response, pressing back into his eager hand, “Full, so full…”

He couldn’t take it anymore, not with the sweet noises producing from your throat and the way your cunt greedily sucked his fist in for everything he had; Bakugou quickly used his unoccupied hand to shove his briefs down and whip out his painfully hard cock. 

Copious amounts of precum poured out of his darkened head, landing on your pert ass. It felt like lava landing on your soft skin, but you were too far gone to even care. Knowing how much of an effect you currently had on the pro-hero only boosted your confidence. 

“Katsuki…” You sweetly call out his name, “It feels so good, you feel so good, give me more…”

“Fuck...” Bakugou retracted his fist until it barely breached your hole, “You fuckin’ asked for it, got it?”

You didn’t even get a chance to process what he said before he swiftly pushes his fist back inside of you, stretching you as if he hadn’t been inside only seconds prior. The garbled cry that spills over your lips echoes through the room, your nails clawing into the sheets as he repeats the action over and over.

“I wanna see that pretty face, turn over.” Bakugou groans eventually, fully removing his fist from inside of you so he can lay you onto your back. The sight of you debauched nearly makes him cum; your tear stricken complexion, your flushed cheeks, your bruised lips...you’re a marvel of a sight to your lover above you. 

Your walls clench around nothing when his gaze drops from your visage to your abused cunt, another spark of lightning releasing from his figure. Although the power flowing through him was nothing compared to what it used to be, it was still enough for him to finally lose his resolve.

Three fingers are quickly stuffed back into you, rapidly thrusting in and out in an attempt to prepare you once more for his large hand. You reach up and snatch at the collar of his tank top, yanking him down until his warm lips meet yours in a clash of tongues and teeth. 

Bakugou continues to fill your cunt more and more as he quickly overtakes the kiss, his hot tongue bruising the roof of your mouth and his fingertips searing the skin of your hip. You’re so overwhelmed with the multitude of sensations being placed upon your body, only able to let out pathetic whines in pleasure.

You never thought you’d enjoy the feeling of one’s entire hand inside of you, but Bakugou knows just what to do and how to do it to have you seeing stars in the back of your eyelids. His cock begins to drag against the inside of your leg, desperately seeking out some sort of friction while precum scatters all over your naked frame. 

“You gonna cum again, hm?” He murmurs against your parted lips and you’re able to feel his grin form at the way you nod oh so slightly, “That’s it, cum around my fist like the perfect little slut you are.”

Once again his harsh fingers start to toy with your insanely sensitive clit, your eyelids peeling back just in time for him to watch your eyes cross from the overstimulation. 

This time your orgasm rips through you head to toe, your voice giving out as you tilt your head back and scream. Watching you squirt again, this time around his entire hand, causes Bakugou’s cock to spurt out ropes of hot cum from his own release. His eyebrows furrow as he rocks his hips into your plush thigh, the both of you slowly coming down from your highs. 

“Dammit…” Two sets of eyes glance down at his cock that’s still very erect and you finally realize just what kind of night you’re in for, “Guess I’m not done with you yet, baby.” 

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holiday drabble || bakugou katsuki

prompt: “That is definitely the ugliest Christmas sweater.” word count: 935

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“Come on Bakugou! I’m not gonna miss the jello shots again!” You shout at the explosive blonde’s apartment, watching as he stomps down the staircase. The creaky metal screams with each step until he’s reached your driver side door, shooting daggers at you with his narrowed eyes.

Unphased by his attitude, you gesture for him to remove his leather coat and show you the sweater he’s picked out for himself for the evening. Your old classmates decided to throw an ugly sweater party in the spirit of the holidays and it took a lot of convincing to get your closest friend to adorn one. 

Bakugou shrugs off the expensive outerwear and you immediately clasp your hand over your mouth, trying so hard not to laugh. When his eyebrows furrow in frustration, you attempt to speak, “That- That is definitely the ugliest Christmas sweater.”

The fabric was dyed three different colors, reminiscent of the American flag. A poorly stitched portrait of All Might displayed front and center, his famous smile appearing pained. Little ornaments dangled along the front and you could faintly spot a button near his chest that would activate the string lights. You bet fifty bucks if there’s a voice box, it shouts ‘Plus Ultra’. 

“No the fuck its not!” He shouts back defensively, rounding your car to whip open the passenger side door and throw himself inside. You can’t stop yourself from turning to get a second look but nearly leap out of your skin at the scowl he sends your way, “All Might makes this sweater the greatest, all the others I looked at were absolute shit.”

You know trying to push him harder could result in him leaving altogether, so you zip your lips and press on the gas, heading onto the road for the evening festivities. Despite the lack of style the sweater holds, you couldn’t help but think Bakugou looks quite adorable in it. It was a perfect display of his admiration for the once Number One Hero and it only made your ridiculous crush on him increase tenfold. 

Mina’s apartment is already bustling with familiar faces by the time you two enter the threshold, the potent smell of alcohol entering your nostrils. Said alcohol in the form of jello shots is placed in both of your grasps almost immediately by a tipsy Kaminari, “Kacchan! You made it!” 

“Shut up you second-rate Pikachu,” Bakugou pushes his way past the electric blonde, finding solace in the one empty space on the couch next to Kirishima. You make your way over as well, watching as Mina’s eyes widen at the sight of Bakugou’s flashy sweater.

She promptly smacks the others in her vicinity to grab their attention, then points a pink finger in his direction, “What is that sweater?!” 

“Only the greatest sweater out of everyone at this damn party!” The roars of laughter that follow have Bakugou nearly popping a blood vessel from his forehead. It was going to be a long night.

Though it didn’t end up feeling as long as you expected, the clock chiming midnight before you know it. You’re quite a few drinks in, slouched against the plush sofa with your legs dangled over Bakugou’s thighs. Had he not been tipsy himself at this point, he may have shoved you off of him. Rather, his large palms rest on your stocking-clad thighs. It made your skin tingle at the initial contact, the alcohol not the only thing keeping you warm anymore. 

“Are ya having fun?” You ask the man across from you, “I mean, as much fun a buzzkill like you can have.”

Suddenly, a squeal is ripped from your throat when Bakugou yanks you closer to him, trying very hard to appear intimidating, “You’ve been testing my patience all night, Y/N.”

“Oh? What happens when it runs out?” The liquid courage has you leaning closer, eyes flickering down to what appear as soft and oh so kissable lips. You can feel your nerves getting the upper hand, trying to tell yourself to just go for it. He’s about to respond when a glass is being chimed and Mina is trying really hard to stand up straight. 

“Thank yous all for coming! I’d- I’d like to announce the winner- the winner of the ugly sweater contest!” She lets out a soft hiccup before continuing, “The winner is none other than Bakugou!” 

“Excuse me?!” He’s about to toss you off of him to protest, the one time he’s not happy to win something, but you curl the collar of said ugly sweater underneath your fingers and pull his mouth to yours. 

A few drunken whistles can be heard, but it's quiet compared to the way your heart is nearly palpitating out of your chest. Your eyes are screwed shut in trepidation, but when his hand abandons your thigh in favor of the side of your face, those fears dissipate instantly. 

“Congrats.” You murmur against his parted lips, pulling back for a much needed breath of air. 

The lazy smirk that appears has your stomach doing cartwheels, “Guess I should be glad these losers have no taste in fashion.”

Nobody dares to wipe the grin off of the blonde’s face by reminding him that yes, his sweater is in fact tacky and less than fashionable. Instead, they taunt and tease him about the deep flush scattering along his cheekbones while he blames it on the “shitty, cheap alcohol.”

But when he asks you to go on a date with him after the holidays once everyone’s passed out, he makes sure you know it's not the alcohol speaking. 

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Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Female!Reader Warnings: Smut (18+), Post-Pregnancy, Lactation Kink Word Count: 3,989 A/N: welp here it is, my first hq!! fic 🤧🥴 ofc i had to write for my absolute favorite kageyama, i hope i did him justice with his character 😭🥺

“Are you okay?” Kageyama inquired, watching you knead at your swollen breasts. The fabric of your top began to dampen, unable to control just how much you were leaking.

It had only been roughly five months since your son was brought into this world and you truly learned the challenges of parenthood. Sleepless nights and sore muscles and bodily fluids leaking as your body healed, it was anything but glamorous. 

Thankfully you had your husband, Kageyama Tobio, who did everything in his power to help both you and his son. The only thing he couldn’t do is breastfeed, leaving that occupation to you and your breasts that were in desperate need of a vacation.

Kageyama watched with mindless fascination as you tried to relieve your own aches, but his gaze quickly averted to your complexion when you began to speak, “He’s been so hungry lately it's killing my boobs, but I’ll be okay.”

“You sure?” He was nothing short of worried for your well-being.

You nodded, but quickly hissed in discomfort, “I’m not sure what you could possibly do to help, but-”

“Would a massage help? When I’m sore from practice, you rub my back or arms for me.” Kageyama asked, nothing but genuine concern running through his brain as he furrowed his eyebrows.

You released a small hum in amusement, “Is this your way of trying to play with my tits, Tobio?”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that-!” His cheeks instantly flushed a deep pink at the insinuation, bottom lip jutting out into an adorable pout. 

“Relax, I’m only teasing you,” A brief silence fell over the two of you as you contemplated his offer, “I wouldn’t mind...if you know...you wanted to try and help me.”

He slowly crawled onto the bed, knees digging into the mattress as he towered over your shorter frame. Kageyama’s lips wobbled in uncertainty, unsure of how to even begin what he had suggested. 

You released your own grip on the swollen mounds, pressing back further into the pillows behind you while reaching for one of his large hands, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” He shot you a soft grin, realizing that he was truly making this a bigger deal than it had needed to be. This wasn’t the first time he’s had your chest in the palms of his hands, so why was he so shy?

Giving a quick shake to his unruly dark locks, he finally took his hand that hadn’t been laced between yours and slowly began gliding it underneath your tank top. His fingers stretched along the surface of your left breast, breaths growing shallow at just how soft and warm the tender skin was.

The sharp gasp that escaped your throat at the contact hadn’t been lost on him, nor was the way your body instinctively leaned into his gentle touch. Kageyama curled his digits, feeling your leaking nipple pebble under his ministrations. 

“Is this too rough?” He glanced up from your chest to gauge your expression, desperately trying not to lose his composure - though when you gazed at him like a woman starved, it wasn’t necessarily easy.

You shook your head, letting out a soft whine of sorts while squeezing his hand that still laid on yours. Kageyama tried to mimic the way you pressed your fingers into his shoulders when the roles were reversed, although your breasts were much more malleable than his hardened muscles. 

They were always so soft and practically melted into his touch every time, this being no exception. Whether it was using them as his personal set of pillows, or lavishing the skin with love bites, he was no stranger to your supple chest. Although, this time felt so much different than all those others, and he finally realized it was due to the milky liquid that was secreting onto his fingers.

“Can you...can you massage both, Tobio?” Your voice is hushed, teeth immediately latching onto your bottom lip afterwards. With a nod, he released his grip on your other hand and instead held onto the bottom hem of your tank top.

He toyed with the flimsy material, silently hoping you would encourage him, but nonetheless spoke up for confirmation, “Is this okay?” 

“More than okay.” You exhaled, lifting yourself up momentarily to allow him to shed the fabric from your torso. Due to breastfeeding your five month old son regularly, the chances of you having been caught wearing a bra had become significantly low. Kageyama knew this, but he still choked back a groan at the sight of your bare breasts coated with a sheen layer of white liquid.

Scooting closer to you, his toned legs practically straddled your lap as he resumed his ministrations, fingers pressing perfectly into the places it ached the most. Your head leaned back into the plush pillows, eyes fluttering to a swift close in content.

Without your warm gaze on him, Kageyama felt more inclined to watch as your breasts leaked onto his skin, lips parting subconsciously with curiosity. He wondered if you tasted just like the milk cartons he used to purchase in schooling all those years ago, or if it was a different taste entirely. 

It felt wrong for him to dwell on these thoughts when you were in pain, even more so that this was meant to be something reserved for your child. Except, all of those reservations were thrown out the window when you arched your back into his touch and let out a loud, guttural moan, “Oh, Tobio...that feels so good…” 

Kageyama’s lips descended down onto your right breast, tongue laving at your wet skin as your eyelids quickly snapped up in surprise. It was almost like he could sense your acknowledgement, his dark blue eyes meeting your gaze as he trailed a line of saliva to your pebbled nipple. 

He was hesitant, but when you didn’t make any move to halt him in his tracks, he was more than eager to envelope his lips around the hardened bud. Kageyama was gentle in his actions, slowly suckling so as to not irritate the sensitive area further.

You lifted your hand from the grip you held on the bed sheet, opting to entangle your fingers in Kageyama’s locks for purchase instead. The hormones racing through your body had you releasing directly into your husband’s attentive mouth, the liquid spreading across his taste buds.

He hummed against your skin, sucking harder in hopes of pulling more out of your swollen breasts; to both alleviate your aches from producing too much milk and for his zealous consumption. The hand that wasn’t pressed to the curve of your breast was still massaging the other one, squeezing harder every time you mewled, gasped, or moaned. Kageyama couldn’t believe just how much he loved the taste of you, allowing the sweet flavor to glide down his throat as he repeatedly swallowed. 

When your eyes weren’t focused on his attentive mouth, your gaze dropped to the lower half of his muscular build where he was seemingly fidgeting against the sheets. His hips gyrated into the mattress, seemingly desperate for his own relief from his hardening cock. 

“Who knew you were so filthy, Tobio, ah-” You let out a breathless chuckle, tightening the grip you held on his soft hair, “You like how I taste? Hm?”

He detached himself from your breast, catching his breath as he leaned up towards your complexion, “You taste better than I expected.”

“I think that’s a complim-” You began to tease him, but his mouth descended on yours before you got the chance to finish. The hand that groped your breast was now reaching up to cup your cheek, and although you could feel it damping your skin you were too focused on his lips to even care. 

It had been so long since the two of you were intimate, given the stress of having a newborn child along with your husband’s heavy practice schedule. Months of pent up sexual frustration had finally reared its head and you thanked whatever higher being possibly existed that your child was sound asleep in the other room.

The aching in your breasts had been long forgotten; your mind was entirely occupied by the innate desire to shed Kageyama of his clothing and have him inside of you. Surprisingly, he seemed to pick up on the way your fingertips toyed with the hem of his shirt, effortlessly gliding it over his toned upper frame. 

His lips crashed back down upon yours, coaxing your mouth open just enough for him to slip his tongue inside. It took years of practice, but the technique he developed in that time had your toes curling and body curving into him. 

Your overly sensitive nipples pressed into his warm chest, allowing white liquid to smear across his own skin. Kageyama didn’t mind, in fact he released a low groan into your mouth while fumbling with the tie of your soft sleep shorts. There would always be another chance to take your time and explore one another’s bodies again, but neither of you were fond of the idea of slowing down the current frenzied pace. 

“Who the hell ties their shorts twice?” Kageyama cursed under his breath, struggling to undo the strings that you had laced together to keep your shorts from slipping. 

You let out a soft giggle, your nose brushing over his as you aid him in shedding yourself of the flimsy garment, “I need to so they stay up! Otherwise I’d be walking around in only my panties.”

“You know…” His deft fingers began toying with the edge of said panties, slowing gliding his digits towards your sex, “I wouldn’t mind that one bit.”

“Oh really, Tobi- oh!” Your voice melted into a soft moan at the sudden pressure against your sensitive clit. He had simply pressed two fingers to the pink bud, but from months of no contact just his touch alone drove you crazy.

Before going any further, he hastily yanked your panties down your legs and tossed them off to the side, groaning loudly at the sight of your puffy folds glistening from just how wet he had made you. Without any hesitation his hand resumed its spot on your center, fingers gliding back and forth along your slick.

His mouth occupied itself by leaving open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, eventually reaching your neck where he started to litter your skin in small love bites. Kageyama never fell into the habit of marking you, but a part of him did enjoy seeing your skin redden temporarily under his ministrations.

“I’ve really missed touching you.” Your husband admitted, burying his flushed complexion into where your shoulder and neck met. Despite his sheepish demeanor, he had no trouble dragging his fingers in and out of your tight heat, occasionally curling his digits to stretch you out further. 

All throughout this, your mind kept drawing back to only moments prior where he was lapping at your breast milk like a man starved for days on end. The primal gaze he had shot your way while his lips were securely around your nipple was a sight you’d never forget - you wanted, no, needed more. 

“Tobio…” You spoke softly, feeling an odd sense of trepidation, “Can you uh...massage my boobs for me again?” 

He nodded with a gentle smile, withdrawing his hand from your heat but you choked out some sort of noise to deter him, “I-I meant with your...with your mouth.”

“Oh.” Kageyama’s grin shifted instantly into one with confidence, his blue eyes shining with zeal, “Gladly.”

While his fingers prodded your entrance once more, he lowered his head until he was level with your breasts, quickly taking the one he had neglected earlier between his lips. You freely released sounds of pleasure as he sucked hard on your raised nipple, all while thrusting his digits in and out of your tight hole. 

As Kageyama grinded his hard cock into the mattress once more, he also pressed the heel of his palm against your clit in hopes of providing more stimulation. You were already beginning to feel your legs quiver just from his fingers alone, but the feeling of pressure against the pink bud dissipated your resolve. 

“Quiet, Y/N.” He mumbled against your skin, “You don’t want to wake the baby do you?”

You rapidly shook your head, “No, no I don’t, but- fuck! It feels so good!” 

“That’s good, I’m so glad, are you gonna cum for me?” Kageyama inquired as if it were just any ordinary question to ask, glancing up to see just how debauched you truly were. 

“Yes, Tobio! Please!” Your voice whined, practically begging him to aid you in your orgasm. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, bottom lip trembling as you rocked your hips into his large palm, “It’s been so long.”

He nodded, “I know, just relax, yeah? I’m gonna take care of you.” 

Take care of you he did, fucking you on his fingers with a new angle. The tips of his digits pressed into that spongy spot inside of you with every curl, replacing the heel of his palm with his thumb as he rubbed quick circles against your clit.

You were beyond sensitive and squirming in response but Kageyama showed no hesitation in holding you down. His forearm laid across your stomach, pinning you to the sheets to keep you from moving any longer. It was a miracle that the baby hadn’t woken with the way you cried out from your impending orgasm, fat salty tears trailing down your disheveled complexion. 

“Come on…” Kageyama grunted before swiping his tongue over the milk that stained your breast, his blue eyes never faltering from your hooded gaze, “Cum for me, baby.”

The strength your husband had wasn’t enough to keep you pinned when your orgasm crashed into you full force, your back arching as a choked out sob escaped from your throat. He grinned in victory before latching his lips onto your breast once more, moaning at the way both cum and milk were pouring from your body - all for him.

When he finished coaxing you for all you could give, Kageyama quickly made sure you didn’t slam your skull into the headboard before bringing his soaked fingers to his parted lips. Eyes half-lidded, you watched as he swirled his tongue around his digits and gathered your cum on his tongue. Letting out a soft moan at the sight, you could feel yourself sinking quickly into that post-orgasm bliss. 

Your chest rose and fell harshly as you regained your breath, a small sheen of sweat glistening your skin. It had been one of the most intense orgasms of your life and all you could do was lean back into the sheets and attempt to recollect yourself. A warm palm at your cheek though had you opening your eyes to Kageyama’s soft features.

“That was uh...that was really hot.” He admitted, cheeks dusted a deep pink as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Glancing down, you spotted his raging hard-on straining against his bottoms that had obviously not been taken care of at all throughout the evening. As exhausted as you had been, a second burst of energy soared through you at the realization.

So rather than speak, you slid your arms around his neck and crashed his lips back down onto yours. At the same time your legs curled around his waist, allowing your exposed cunt to press up against his throbbing cock. A low groan erupted from his throat at the friction, spilling into your mouth to further invigorate you.

The heel of your foot pushed adamantly at the thick band of his sweats, using enough force to push the fabric over his round ass and down his beautifully toned thighs. He had gone commando. Receiving your unspoken message loud and clear, he leaned up just long enough to rid himself of the material.

You practically salivated at the cock before you: it stood hard and attentive, a thick pool of pre-cum smearing the engorged head. An absolute sight to marvel at, perfectly groomed with two prominent veins running along his length.

He sighed at the cool air that whipped over his hot shaft, but quickly choked on his own breath when your small fingers grasped at him. Kageyama slowly shuffled closer to your body as his knees dug into the mattress, one hand seeking purchase on the headboard as he watched your every move. Your thumb swiped over his head, smearing the copious amount of pre-cum along his shaft before slowly jerking your hand against him. 

“I’m not gonna last if you keep that up.” Kageyama admitted quietly, but showed no signs of stopping when he was shamelessly rutting into your eager palm. Just as much as you had been craving intimacy, he had been too, only he hadn’t realized just how much he missed it until this evening. Neither of you wanted to go that long without one another again.

Just as his cock began to throb with his impending release, you formed a tight ring below his head using your thumb and index finger. His body seized in preparation to cum, only for the feeling to vanish altogether seconds later. Dazed and confused, he stared down at you with wild eyes, “Why’d...why’d you stop me?” 

“Fuck me, Tobio.” You whined, “I need you inside of me, now.”

“I’m gonna get you back for that eventually.” He warned, reaching down to dig his fingertips into the plush of your ass.

Laughing in response, you reached up until your face was level with his, “Eventually.”

Your lips slanted onto Kageyama’s for the upteenth time that evening, hands seeking purchase in his soft locks as he began grinding his cock against your slit. What a tease, you thought, urging him to push past your folds already by whining shamelessly into his mouth. 

Suddenly the head of his cock breached your entrance, already stretching you out to accommodate his impressive girth. The two of you moaned in unison at the feeling of finally being connected in such a way, after so many months of abstinence due to childbirth. Inch by inch he sheathed himself inside of you, eventually reaching the hilt as his balls laid against your folds. 

“Mooooveeee.” You slurred, bucking up into him for encouragement. He couldn’t stop the small chuckle at your desperation, drawing his hips back at a steady pace only to slam full force back inside of you.

The choked out cry that clawed its way out of your throat only spurred him on further, setting a harsh pace as he pounded his cock into you over and over. This was exactly what you had wanted though and the cheshire-like grin across your lips was an indicator of such.

Your breasts bounced against you with every thrust, no longer leaking but that didn’t stop your husband from leaning down and capturing a nipple between his teeth. He sucked hard, coaxing milk out of you for his own insatiable desires. He couldn’t get enough of it and the way your body leaned into his ministrations only proved you loved it too. 

Eventually, Kageyama re-aligned his movements and began bucking into that spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. The veins that decorated his cock pulsed against your constricting walls, the two of you beginning to feel that familiar coil within your abdomens tighten.

Removing his mouth from your breast, he was no longer able to subside the hearty moans that spilled off his tongue. Despite his debauched state, he made sure to glide his lithe fingers down to your clit to give you that extra guidance you needed to come undone. 

You didn’t even get a chance to warn him of your impending release when your walls clamped harshly around his throbbing cock, forbidding him from pulling out as your body shook with your release. Kageyama grunted at the feeling of your warm heat milking him for his own orgasm, along with the sensation of your teeth digging into his shoulder as you tried to negate your screams. 

He followed in suit, pumping thick ropes of cum inside of you while burying his face into the crook of your neck. His hips thrusted sporadically into you, once, twice - before he had given you every last drop. 

“I love you.” You mumbled, clinging onto his sweaty limbs like your life depended on it, “I love you so much, Tobio.”

Kageyama lightly kissed your cheek before smoothing out your strands of hair that had begun to stick to the sweat on your skin, “I love you, too.”

That moment of post-coital bliss ended just as quick as it began, because as if on cue your five-month old baby began wailing through the baby monitor. You were about to get up, already feeling the stress begin to overwhelm you when your husband pressed you back down.

“Stay right here.” He pressed his lips to your forehead before retreating. Shuffling into the baby’s room down the hall, he frowned at the sight of his son’s big blue eyes coated with tears. 

Though the moment those eyes landed on his father, they instantly lit up with utter glee. Chubby hands reached up from their crib, smacking the wooden gate that kept them locked inside. Kageyama scooped up his son, first checking to see if he had needed his diaper changed. When a quick pat on the behind proved naught, he assumed maybe the young one had gotten hungry.

“Do we have any bottles for him?” Kageyama stepped back into the bedroom, son perched on his hip as you hadn’t moved an inch. Before you could nod, the young infant began reaching out towards you, “Oh, I think he just wants attention.” 

“Just like his daddy.” You hummed teasingly, a small yawn following suit while receiving an empty glare.

It had been so long since the two of you were intimate that just one session alone had you utterly exhausted. Taking quick notice of this, and the dried milk that stained your chest, Kageyama handed the baby over to you to fetch a towel from the bathroom.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping, little one.” Your voice cooed as you held his tiny fingers, watching the toothless grin that befell his lips. It was as if he knew he shouldn’t be awake, but was taking advantage of it nonetheless. 

Kageyama returned rather hastily with a towel but refused to let you do it yourself, wiping both sweat and milk from your skin. He finished the job with a brief kiss upon your lips, then reaching down and kissing his son’s chubby cheeks numerous times to coax a few giggles out of him.

“I love you.” You repeated, heart entirely full at the life you had with the dark haired male. 

“I love you, too, both of you, more than I ever thought possible,” He scooped up your son once more, “Let's get this little troublemaker back to bed, hm?”

That was one of the first nights your son slept through the night, allowing you and Kageyama to remain entangled in one another’s embrace until he had to actually wake for practice. 

He tried hard to not rustle you in your sleep, but your eyes peeled back just as he was about to leave, “Oh, sorry, I’m about to leave for practice.”

“Mm, okay.” You grinned, still half-asleep, “Don’t come home too late, I want to try something new tonight.”

Kageyama’s cheeks instantly flushed at the insinuation, absconding from the bedroom before his mind ran too wild before practice. 

Before you fell back into the land of dreams, your mind wandered towards where you had put your cat ears and tail from Halloween a few years prior...

#kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #phasm.writings #tw: lactation #tw: pregnancy

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six feet apart || todoroki shouto

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female!Reader Warnings: Smut (18+), Mutual Masturbation Word Count: 2356 A/N: This is a part of the bnharem kink experimentation collab that can be found here! Please be sure to check out everyone else’s amazing work! I’ve listed the kink I chose in the warnings, please let me know what you think! ❤️ also tagging @brattyquirks​ cause she asked to be tagged ily

It had been ten days since Japan had ordered the entire country into mandatory quarantine, only providing essential employees authorization to leave their homes for work. You were one of those the government deemed essential, being a registered nurse in one of Tokyo’s largest hospitals. Ten days since the pandemic began to sweep the nation and you were put to work for almost all of it. You could manage taking naps in the staff’s office, cold showers, and swapping your diet to hospital food, but you were beginning to miss the company of your longtime partner, Todoroki Shouto.  

He had been advised under strict ruling by the Hero Commission to follow quarantine protocols unless absolutely needed, which in turn meant he was spending a majority of his time in your shared apartment by his lonesome. When the opportunity struck, you would facetime him and shoot him brief text messages, but it was always few and far between. 

Just as you longed for Shouto, he was just as antsy for you to return home. With nothing but time on his hands the pro-hero found himself bored out of his goddamn mind. Television was uninteresting, video games grew repetitive, and overall he was tired of being by his lonesome. Shouto understood wholeheartedly that you were most needed at the hospital, but the selfish side of him wanted to storm over to your job and snatch you up over his shoulder to bring you home. 

Retreating to your shared bedroom, he threw himself onto the large bed and reached for his phone in hopes of a message from you lighting up both the screen and his sour mood. When no notifications appeared, he decided to take it into his own hands and ask you if you would be coming home today. 

Just as he went to click on the messaging icon, his thumb slipped and selected the next app over. His photo gallery illuminated on the screen, a collection of folders he made throughout the years appearing to him. There was one folder in particular that he hadn’t peeked at in some time, which was labeled with your name. 

Against his better judgement, he tapped on the folder and watched as it expanded with a multitude of photographs of you throughout the years. Many were innocent, from photos he had taken of you candidly while on dates to silly videos of you around the apartment, they all held special memories in Shouto’s heart. 

What caught his attention next was a photo he had taken of you only a few months ago, your mouth stuffed with his cock. Drool has begun to accumulate as it spilled past your bottom lip, wide eyes peering up at both him and the lens. His breath caught in his throat as he recalled the memory, his sweatpants growing tighter in direct response. 

The next piece of media that he opened was a video this time, your hands and knees pressed firmly into the mattress as he pounded into you from behind. Shouto had aimed his cell phone in this video at the mirror adjacent from your bed, reflecting the debauchery for his phone to capture. 

“Dammit…” He cursed to himself as your soft pants projected out of the speaker, his cool hand slipping underneath his sweatpants. Palming his growing erection, Shouto continued to swipe through his collection with his other hand as his breathing grew heavier by the minute. 

Eventually, his phone slid from his grasp as it bounced against the mattress, his cock hastily yanked out of his sweats. It was only going to be quick, he told himself, just a way to pass the time. 

On the other hand, after ten days of working yourself to exhaustion, your supervisors instructed you to take a few days off to recuperate. The first thing you did before finishing your shift was text your boyfriend with renowned enthusiasm, using an obnoxious amount of emojis to express how escastic you were to have some time off. You weren’t surprised to receive nothing in response, hoping it would put a smile on Shouto’s lips when you saw him again.

It was also unsurprising to find the apartment rather quiet when you finally made it home, slowly pushing the door open as you stepped into the familiar space. You were just about to call out his name when a loud, elongated moan echoed down the hallway from your bedroom. 

Your legs moved faster than your brain, curiosity plaguing your body as you made your way down the hallway. With the pads of your fingers pressed to the bedroom door, you gently pushed it open only to find Shouto with his fingers curled around his cock. 

His eyes were squeezed shut in concentration, two-toned bangs sticking to the perspiration forming on his forehead. The temperature in the room rose as you watched him slowly stroke himself, your legs rubbing against one another as the heat began to pool in your panties.

“Shouto.” You whispered, a sly smirk forming on your lips as his mismatched eyes flew open to the sight of you across the room. He stopped his ministrations, attempting to meet your gaze with a stoic expression but the flush across his cheeks wasn’t doing him any favors. 

There was a stagnant pause before he finally spoke up, “I didn’t expect to see you today.”

“I sent you a text, babe.” You gestured to his phone that was face down only a few inches away from him, “Besides, what a nice surprise to come home to, hm?” 

Shouto pouted childishly, watching you as you slipped out of your scrubs and reached for your silk black robe. His eyes drank in the sight of you in just a bra and panties before you wrapped yourself up, his hand squeezing the base of his cock.

“Have you missed me, Shouto?” Your voice dripped with amusement as he waited with bated breath for you to join him on the bed and do something, anything to get him off.

Instead, you began to make your way over to the leather chair that was positioned in the corner, angled towards the queen-sized bed. 

“Y/N…” He warned, his eyes narrowed in your direction, “Join me on the bed.” 

You shook your head as you seated yourself on the cool cushion, the heels of your feet pressed into each side, “We’re supposed to be practicing social distancing, love. Haven’t you seen it on the news?”

“I don’t care, come over here now.” 

“I think they said six feet apart from each other?” Shouto easily could have stood up and slung you over his shoulder like he desired all those days you spent at work, but a part of him was entranced with curiosity to see what your intentions were. Specifically, his eyes trained themselves on the damp spot on your bright panties.

Your fingers came into his view as you toyed with the lacey material, slowly moving them to one side but snapping it back into place before he could truly see anything. His fist tightened around his shaft, waiting to see what your next move would be.

“Let’s try something...different tonight, Shouto…” Your hands reached up to undo the tie of your robe, removing the material just as quickly as you had put it on, “Stroke yourself for me.”

His eyes met yours again, one of his eyebrows raised as if to challenge your dominance, “Why should I?”

With a glimmer of mischief in your eyes, you answered by dipping your hand back down until your fingers slipped underneath your panties, refusing to give him a glimpse of your soaking wet folds. Your other hand reached up and pushed itself past your bra, squeezing the soft skin of your breast.

In all honesty, you were just as touch starved for his attention after spending so long away from him. Except, that didn’t stop you from dipping two fingers inside of your heat and watching the way his expression suddenly reflected yours. Eyebrows furrowed, lips parted with your tongue just barely peeking out over your bottom lip. 

You bucked your hips gently, falling into a smooth rhythm as you fucked yourself on your fingers. Shouto’s resolve was wavering, the sight of you touching yourself but being unable to actually see anything driving him insane. 

“I’ll take off my panties only if you start stroking yourself.” It was blatantly obvious to you what he desired, his eyes burning holes into the flimsy material. If only his eyes actually held the power to burn through your soiled panties...

With a heavy sigh of submission, Shouto began to move his hand up and down his length once more as you watched with utter glee. He kept an even pace, making sure to watch you as you stood up and removed the rest of your clothing before him. 

Your hands returned to their previous positions the moment you sat back down, toying with your pebbled nipples and stuffing three fingers inside of your wet cunt. Shouto made sure not to miss anything, adoring the soft moans that began to spill out of your mouth as you pleasured yourself.   

He was surprised though to hear you begin talking despite your debauched state, “Do you like watching me, babe?”

“Yes.” Quickening his pace, he noticed your juices began to dribble out of you and puddle onto the cushion, craving nothing more than to bury his face between your parted legs and get a taste for himself. There was something about watching instead of touching you himself that had him squeezing his shaft harder, though, “Fuck yes.”

Your half-lidded eyes made sure to meet his once more as you slowed down your ministrations, gathering a small pool of your own cum on your fingers before shoving them onto your tongue. With lips now closed around your digits, you hummed in satisfaction at the taste of yourself and the look of desperation on Shouto’s complexion. 

“Use your precum as lubricant, baby.” You instructed him after returning your fingers back to your heat, “You’ll be able to move your hand faster.”

He did as he was told, not having realized just how much oozed past the head of his cock. Shouto whined at how slick the sensation was, imagining his fist was your tight pussy clamping down on him instead. 

“That’s it, are you pretending I’m the one fucking you instead of your hand?” Your dirty talk was exactly what he needed, groaning at the mental image his mind was creating for him. 

The noises your pussy was making as you fingered yourself was only enhancing his imagination, “Please…Y/N…”

“Tell me Shouto, tell me what made you decide to touch yourself.” You wanted to know, the curiosity eating away at you since you first stepped into the bedroom.

“I was looking through pictures of you…” He admitted, bringing his unoccupied hand down to tug at his sensitive balls, “The one of you sucking me off, the video of me fucking you… shit I missed you.”

If you weren’t three fingers deep inside of yourself, you would have awed at the sentiment, “I missed you, too. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to bounce on your cock; you always fill me up so good.”

“You’re such a tease.” He snapped, his hand stuttering as he grew infinitely closer to reaching his orgasm with the mental image engraved in his mind of you riding him.

You watched as his quirk began to act up, frost meeting the hot skin of his erection and melting away just as fast as it appeared due to his burning body temperature. Shouto found himself enjoying the sensation, letting out a low groan in pleasure.

No longer stimulating your breasts, you began to rub tight circles against your clit as your end was fast approaching with every succession. Shouto was practically panting from the bed, wishing he was the one between your shaking legs fucking you against the old chair. 

Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to focus on bringing yourself over the edge, giving Shouto the perfect idea. Slowly throwing his legs over the edge of the mattress, he quietly began to walk over to the leather chair as you cried out his name. 

“Look at me.” He grunted once he was directly across from you, continuously stroking himself as he got a closer look at your trembling form. Your eyes snapped open and met his, his gaze intense as he hovered over you, “Are you close, princess?”

Your mind was spiraling with how quickly he turned things around on you, “Yes.”

“Good, you know if you would have listened to me earlier that could have been my tongue on your pussy instead of your fingers...what a shame.” Tears began to prick the corners of your eyes, a sign your impending orgasm was going to be powerful after so many days of pent up stress. 

Shouto found himself enjoying this, smirking to himself at how much his words alone had an effect on your body, “Come on, love, I want to see you cum to the thought of me.” 

Finally, with a choked out cry you came hard, remnants of your orgasm flowing out of your tight hole and spilling all over the cushion as you shouted his name like a mantra.

“Such a good girl.” He whispered, the sight alone triggering Shouto’s own orgasm. White ropes of cum landing on various parts of your sweaty figure as he let out a guttural moan at the feeling of finally getting off. 

The only sounds in the bedroom that could be heard was both of your heavy breathing, desperately trying to calm down after such intense orgasms. When you glanced up at Shouto’s cocky demeanor though, you knew the evening was far from over.

“You know, this isn't six feet apart from one another.” You teased, using your foot to push against his thigh. 

Shouto grabbed your ankle around his fingers in defense, tugging you nearly off of the chair, “I really don’t care, now let’s add more photos to my collection.”

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shouto x reader #shoto x reader #phasm.writings #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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cherries || bakugou katsuki

This is a collaboration piece between @lady-bakuhoe​ & me!  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader Warnings: Smut (18+) Word Count: 3731 A/N: This is what happens when we decide to collaborate on a piece together! I had so much fun Jo & you’re such an amazing writer! 💕 We hope that you guys like what had originally been a series of thirst messages because everyone was too busy playing Animal Crossing to talk on the discord 😂 

“It’s here!” You cheered, nearly tumbling over your own two feet as you rushed to the front door. Your boyfriend Bakugou was perplexed as you shoved open the mailbox and retrieved a small package, clutching it close to your chest as you ran back inside. 

Tossing the package onto the couch, you quickly went to grab your cell phone and Nintendo Switch while Bakugou burned holes into the wrapped item with his gaze, “What the fuck did you waste your money on this time?”

“I didn’t waste my money!” You shouted back, plopping yourself onto the couch and sliding your phone out from your pocket after opening up what was delivered to you. 

Bakugou glared at you from his position in the doorway, your lips upturned in a small grin with fingers quickly typing across the screen of the device, “Who you texting?”

Catching you by surprise as he had suddenly appeared over your shoulder, your fingers paused against the screen as you motioned down to the game you had taken out of the packaging. 

Animal Crossing?

“I’m just texting Kiri, it’s finally Animal Crossing day!” Bakugou picked up on the pure glee in your tone as you continued texting his best friend before putting your phone down beside you on the couch. You tore open the box that contained the small cartridge, placing it into your fully charged console as the screen began to illuminate. Why the fuck were you talking to his best friend about the game when he was right here?

Bakugou leaned further down, catching a glimpse of the bright colors and abrasive music that emitted from the handheld device, “Animal Crossing day?”

“Yeah!” You cheered, “Kiri bought it too, he’s gonna come over to my island when it’s ready.” 

“Come over to your island- what?” Bakugou was irritated now, why were you playing this shitty game with Kirishima of all people? 

You waved him off, trying to focus your attention on the introduction the two raccoons on screen were giving you, "You wouldn't understand."

Accepting defeat for the time being, he swung himself over the top of the couch to plop down at your side. He'd entertain your desire to play this game in lieu of spending time with him for now, red eyes shifting from your facial expressions to the device every now and then as you got further into the game.

Time continued to pass and your tongue slipped between your lips in concentration, fully focused on the game in your hands as you continued completing chores on your island. The sound turned up as loud as possible to hear the telltale sounds of fish being hooked on your rod as you pressed the buttons eagerly. 

Bakugou sighed dramatically from his position beside you as he shuffled his feet, spreading his thighs to ‘accidentally’ brush one against you as he vied for your attention. It was a rare day off work for the young Pro-Hero and you were ignoring him completely for a shitty game. This was ridiculous. 

“Oi,” Bakugou grunted, shifting his body so he was pressed against your side, huffing at the way you moved away from him to keep your grip on the console. His eyes glancing over you to watch exactly what you were doing on the screen, “What’s with the shitty fuckin’ music?”

“If I don’t play the sound I won’t know when to catch the fish.” You quip as though it’s the most obvious question in the world, grinning happily as you show him the fish you managed to catch on the screen, “See!”

“So when is your shitty game finished?” Bakugou felt his anger begin to rise, you hadn’t even looked at him since you started playing this game and it looked so boring. You were catching fish? What was the fucking point? 

“It doesn’t just finish, silly. There’s so much you can do! And when Kiri comes over we’ll be able to share fruit.”

“What a waste of fuckin’ time.” Bakugou sat back, letting his head flop back against the couch as red eyes continued to watch you from the side. Your focus on the game was ridiculous, you were always complaining he never had time off work and here he was, but you could care less. Your fingers dancing across the game console instead of paying attention to him. Why was this game worth more of your attention than him?

“Oi, fuck your shitty game and pay attention to me.” Bakugou wrapped an arm firmly around your shoulders, tugging you towards his muscular chest as he watched you completely entranced in the game. You didn’t even acknowledge his arm around you as you remained stiff against the Nintendo Switch, determined and focused. 

The sight irritated Bakugou as he moved his lips down towards the junction of your neck, pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses against you. You huffed in annoyance, attempting to arch your shoulder up to block his movements as you tried to focus on your game. Your response only served to rile him up more as his teeth latched down against the skin, trying his best to distract you from your new game.

Your tongue poked out past your lips as you desperately try to concentrate on the device in your hands, but Bakugou was making it increasingly difficult for you, his own hands slipping under your shirt as he traced patterns on your skin, feeling you shiver against his touch as he followed up towards your bra-clad breasts. Calloused fingers pressing against your hardening nipples through the thin material as he pulled the material down, giving him better access to pinch at the sensitive skin. 

Using his grip to help him ease you onto his lap, your body remained hunched over the game console as he continued his ministrations. Narrowed eyes glared over your shoulder as he watched you continue to play your game, trying to act like he wasn’t even there. Bakugou growled at the sight, grinding himself up into your ass so you could feel his hard cock straining against his sweatpants desperately.

“Pay attention to me.” He snarled; the more you ignored him for the video game, the more aggravated Bakugou became. His brows furrowed as he aggressively pinched your nipples.

“But Katsuki, it just came out-” You’d been waiting weeks for this game, waiting for this day to arrive and you were so excited. 

“Fucks sake,” Bakugou complained as you began to protest, nudging your back slightly so he could lift you off his lap just enough to reach a hand between your bodies to tug his baggy sweats down to free his cock, painfully erect and drooling with pre-cum.

“My fucking cock just came out too and it really wants your attention.” His hand wrapped around his length to give himself a teasing jerk.

“One second, Suki. I’m just harvesting my cherries.” You try to shuffle yourself forward to stop him from distracting you but this only gives him the space to press his hard cock against the back of your ass. 

Fisting himself in his large palm, you could feel his pre-cum staining your leggings as he growls out, “Fuck your cherries.”

Instead of submitting to him you just press the ‘volume up’ button to the loudest setting, intent on trying to drown him out with the music flowing from the console, the noise only serving to make your boyfriend more irate.

“What the fuck is that shitty sound.” Bakugou sneered, his hand now sliding up to try and smash the ‘power off’ button on the console, but you manage to hold it away from his grip.

“The Animal Crossing soundtrack, isn’t it relaxing?” You gushed, continuing to let your character roam around your island, harvesting your cherries as your boyfriend seethed from his position behind you. 

The sound only served to further antagonize him as he felt his jaw tighten in anger, trying to block the irritating music out as he made another erratic movement to try and grab the Switch out of your hands. Your reflexes were once again too quick as you sat up from his lap, trying to escape with your console intact. He's quick to stop you as his hands move to your hips, tugging your leggings down enough to show him your panties as he pulls you back down on his lap.

“Fucking shitty woman. My cock is far better than your game.”

You can feel his cock slipping between your legs as it rubbed against your clothed heat, a clear indicator to him that you were more than enjoying his teasing. He had half a mind to blast the expensive device into pieces from how you continued to ignore him. 

His fingers began to toy with the hem of your panties before dipping down until two fingers just barely grazed your clit, "Can your shitty little game make you feel as good as I'm about to fucking make you feel?"

“I just want to play-“ Your attention span wavered as he laid his palm against your pelvis, applying pressure against it as he continued to rub tight circles against your clit. His other hand came down on your ass to give it a hard spank to try and get you to pay attention to him. 

The movement caught you by surprise as you almost dropped the switch, eyes widening as you panicked that your game hadn't been saved, “Katsuki, oh my god. You jerk.”

“I’m the jerk? You’re the one neglecting your fucking boyfriend.” He argued, tugging your panties to the side, his blunt nails digging into the plush skin of your ass as he spread you apart, darkened eyes glaring down at you as he shifted your body against his thighs.

“Fine, play your fucking game.” He growled as he positioned his cock at your entrance, his hands dropping you down onto his length, “Shitty woman.”

You let out a sharp cry at the way his thick cock filled you, stretching you out so deliciously as your tight cunt clenched around him. With the console still in your possession you feared you were going to break it in half with how tightly you were gripping the joycons, trying desperately to stop yourself from dropping it onto the hardwood floor. 

His fingers sunk into your sides, languidly dragging his cock in and out of your sopping wet heat while you attempted to regain focus on the game in front of you. Just as you thought you were going to be able to defy him, Bakugou snapped his hips up until he bottomed out inside of you with a low grunt.

“You better keep harvesting your fucking cherries, while I harvest your cunt.” With that he buried himself inside you, his balls resting against your ass. His breath was hot against your skin as he looked over your shoulder, noticing your hands had frozen against the joycons. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the game when his cock inside of you was taking over your senses.

“Better keep playing, Princess.” You could hear the way he taunted you, knowing exactly the impact he had on both your mind and body.

His nimble fingers returned to playing with your clit, his cock continuing to push you further to your end with every buck of his hips, "Katsuki..."

“Hm? I thought your game was so important?” His tone was mocking, watching the way your head lolled back onto his shoulder, “What happened to your precious cherries?”

“Please...” You whined, trying to roll your hips against his to get him to move but his hand gripped your hip harshly, calloused fingers digging into your skin as he held you down on his lap. 

“Keep playing your fucking game.” He continued to watch over your shoulder as his teeth nipped against your ear, feeling your cunt flutter desperately around his girth.

You peered down at the game in front of you, maneuvering your digital character around to finish harvesting the remaining cherries. As you did so, you could feel his warm breath fanning your cheek as he watched your every move. 

You faltered again, Bakugou immediately halting his ministrations, "What did I fucking say, woman?" 

His lips, when not murmuring in your ear to focus, were suckling on the delicate skin of your neck as he made sure to leave a trail of marks in his wake.

“Don’t you have some fishing to do, Princess?” Bakugou sneered, "You focus on catching those fish and I'll focus on reeling in this pussy."

“Please, Katsuki.” You pleaded as you tried to move a hand between your legs to tease where your bodies were connected. Your fingers brushed against his balls before he yanked your hand back up by your wrist, shoving it back towards your game.

“Show me. Show me why this fucking game is more important than me.” He gave his hips a hard thrust, making his cock drag against your inner walls as your head fell back against his shoulder. You needed to feel him move inside as you throbbed around him, desperately trying to get him to shift against you.

“It’s- fuck! It’s not!” You whined out, wiggling your hips in search of some kind of friction to alleviate the pressure building inside of you. His cock stilled, causing you to whimper at his sudden lack of movements once more as you quivered around his girth.

The smirk of satisfaction that fell on his lips was anything but forgiving, "Oh, now I matter? I don't know princess, how about you beg for it?"

You shuffled your hips against him, desperately trying to get him to move as the console slipped out of your grasp, leaving it forgotten in front of you as the shrill music continued playing through the speakers. Your hands immediately moved to his muscular forearms, trying to get him to move you against his length.

“Now you put the game down, fucking slut. I can’t believe I had to remind you how much you love my cock.” You mewled as he moved your shirt up over your breasts to tease your nipples again, feeling your cunt squeeze around him, “I’m not sure you even deserve it now, I should just finish myself off.” 

“No, please.” Your hands move back to thread through his messy hair, “Please, Katsuki. I need you.”

The sight of you so debauched with your fingers clinging to his locks and your hips gyrating into the air, was quickly melting away at his resolve. His fingers pinched at your nipples once more while his mouth latched itself where your neck and shoulder met, scraping his teeth against your soft skin to leave more dark bites in his wake.

"You're mine, you desperate slut, your cunt is all fucking mine." Bakugou's words were muffled as he spoke against your skin, but the way his hips began to move with a renowned fervor was enough for you to realize he was close too.

“I’m gonna explode that fucking shit. Your attention should always be on me. Always.” He emphasized with a harsh rut of his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside of you as the thick head grazed against that spongy spot inside you. Unable to stop yourself from crying out as he began a frantic pace, chasing his own release as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. “You think you deserve to cum?”

"Please!" You wailed, your nails digging into his scalp as you tried to match his rough movements, craving just that one push to send you over the edge and have your tight cunt spasm around his cock, "Please let me cum, Katsuki, please-" 

One of his hands reached up for your neck, applying slight pressure onto the littered skin as his other hand finally made its way back to your swollen bud, “Then cum, slut.”

When his digits began furiously rubbing tight patterns against your clit, your vision began to fade to white from the orgasm that suddenly washed over you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, legs trembling from the intensity. 

“That’s it, cum all over my fucking cock.” Bakugou snarled proudly as he bit down on your neck hard, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth as he felt your cunt clench around him as you came. His strong arm wrapped around your waist to stop you from bucking away from him as you felt the tremors flow through you. Your toes curled as your eyes snapped shut, Bakugou’s name spilling from your lips as you felt him continue to thrust up into your quivering pussy. 

“Such a good girl for me, Princess.” Nimble fingers moved down to tease your overstimulated clit as he continued his movements. His lips pressed down against the curve of your neck as you continued mumbling his name, your mind foggy with the aftershocks of your climax.

“I’m so much better than that fuckin’ game, right?” He murmured against your skin. You whimpered in agreement as you felt his cock continue to drag along your inner walls, brushing against the perfect spot inside you as you continued to flutter around him.

“Katsuki,” You mumbled, moving your hands down to grip the arm that was still wrapped around your waist. Your nails began to dig into his skin as he continued his pace, driving his hips up into you roughly. A light sheen of sweat began to cover his body that made you stick to him in a comforting way as you moved your head back to rest on his shoulder, his lips brushing wet, open mouthed kisses against your cheek.

“You like that, baby? I can feel your pretty pussy squeezing my cock.” You whined as he moved a hand up to cup your breast, squeezing your nipple between his fingers as he felt you continue to clamp around his cock, trying to bring him to his own release, “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

Pleasure continued to surge through your body as Bakugou rut his hips up into you, his lips moving along your jawline towards your neck as he latched his teeth onto your throat. He could feel your whimpers vibrate against his touch, sliding his hand down your naked body he pressed his palm against your pelvis. 

Bakugou's fingers moved down to spread your folds as he pressed two digits against your clit. The sensation made you jerk against him lazily, your overstimulated body aching as he began to rub tight figures of eights against your nub.

“So fuckin’ desperate,” Bakugou snarled, watching your body writhe against him as he abused your clit, “Now you’re interested in me, hah?”

“Fuck, ‘Suki,” You mumbled, your tight inner walls clenching around his cock as you felt another climax swiftly approaching. His lips upturned into a grin against your neck as he felt your body jerk against his fingers.

“Do you need to cum again?” Bakugou dug his palm against your abdomen, groaning as he felt his cock plowing in and out of your tight heat, putting pressure against you as he continued his movements against your clit.

“Yes,” you whined, feeling the coil inside you tightening once more as Bakugou kept his rough pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin drowning out the obnoxious music from that shitty game as he coaxed you towards another orgasm. 

“Tell me, Princess. Tell me what you need.” He grunted as he felt your body tremble against him. 

“I need to cum again,” You mewled, your hands moving back to thread into Bakugou’s messy locks as you ground your hips against his, desperate to get yourself off. Your body convulses as Bakugou tightens his grip around your waist, continuing to lavish your neck in a multitude of bite marks and hickies. 

“Do you think you deserve to cum a second time after ignoring me for that shitty game?” Bakugou smirks against your skin, stopping his circles against your clit but keeping his calloused pads pressed against it, “Only good girls get to cum for daddy."

His unoccupied hand blazed up to your breast, dragging his fingernails against the sensitive skin, "Beg for it again."

"Please, please Katsuki-" 

You were harshly interrupted by his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips as he growled out, "Who?"

"Daddy!" His fingers began to rub tight circles into your clit again, your second orgasm fast approaching, "Please let me cum again!"

“Fucking do it then, slut. Cum!” Bakugou snarled, his fingers moving so fast they appeared as a blur against your wet cunt. 

Your second orgasm crested over you much harsher than the first, your vision fading yet again as Bakugou coaxed you through it, yet again. His fingers never stopped rubbing at your clit, even when he himself began to shoot thick ropes of hot cum inside of you.

“Fuck yes.” He gasped, his teeth sunken into your skin, adding to the myriad of bruises as he watched you begin to squirt. Some of your fluids landed on that shitty console he despised with a passion.

A silence fell over the room as you both came down from your highs, your body lax against his as calloused palms rubbed soothing patterns against your exposed skin. Bakugou suddenly snickered at the sight of your Switch coated in your cum, your eyes fluttering open to inquire on what he found amusing.

"Are you kidding me?!" You shouted as you scrambled out of his lap, ignoring the dull ache in your body so you could retrieve the expensive console, "Katsuki!" 

"What? Can't you just put it in rice or something?" He suggested, beginning to stand himself up and yanking his pants up over his hips.

“You are joking, right?” You rolled your eyes at his dumb suggestion while trying to pick up the device where it wasn't wet, "It doesn't work like that!"  

"Alright, alright, I'll buy you another fucking Switch." Bakugou was just about to retreat to the kitchen to grab a drink when he noticed you were already tapping away at your phone, "Who the fuck you texting now?!"

You finish typing out your message, sighing as you press the send button, "I'm just telling Kiri I can't play Animal Crossing with him because 'my Switch mysteriously broke'."

"I just fucked your brains out and you're still thinking about shitty hair?!"

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #phasm.writings #collab piece

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connected || bakugou katsuki

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader Warnings: Smut (18+) Word Count: 6238 A/N: This is a part of the bnharem pen pals collab that can be found here! I don’t really know how I feel about this fic, so please be kind, I hope you all can find some enjoyment in it 💖 tagging @lady-bakuhoe​ @ramen-rambles​ @redbeanteax​ ily guys so much 😭

MOD DEKU [Today at 20:43 PM] 

Hello everyone of the All Might Fanclub Discord! Welcome back to another week where we discuss our favorite hero, All Might! This week’s discussion topic is: Which battle of All Might’s is your favorite? Be sure to let us know down below! 

Y/N [Today at 20:46 PM] 

I think All Might’s first fight back in Japan has got to be my favorite, against that sludge villain? He saved two kids and fought back when none of the heroes could!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:46 PM]

Uh, fuck no. First of all, the one who was ‘captured’ didn’t need anyone’s help, alright? It was obvious he was about to kick the villain’s ass before All Might even got there.

 Y/N [Today at 20:47 PM]

It kind of looked like he did need help- 👀

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:47 PM]

Well you’re obviously a fucking idiot, as per usual.

 Y/N [Today at 20:47 PM]

Excuse me?! 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:48 PM]

Did you forget how to read? I said you’re a fucking. idiot. as. usual.

 Y/N [Today at 20:48 PM]

Okay then, what’s your favorite fight, asshole?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:48 PM]

Fuck you, I don’t have to tell you shit. 

 MOD DEKU [Today at 20:49 PM] 

Enough @Y/N @NumberOneHero this is the FOURTH time the two of you have gotten into a fight within this server. This is meant to be a fun place to discuss All Might, if you two refuse to stop bickering I will have no choice but to remove you both from the server, this is your final warning.

 Y/N [Today at 20:50 PM]

I’m sorry 😔 it won’t happen again!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:51 PM]

Whatever.

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 You slammed your phone down onto your nightstand in frustration, yet again finding yourself irate from the childish behavior of the one guy in the Discord server you joined roughly two months ago. It had started out as a way for you to talk to others about one of your favorite pro-heroes of your childhood, but slowly you began to resent the notifications you received all because of one asshole. The fact that you even slipped down to his level, spewing out insults in return just made your stomach churn with self-loathing. 

The cellular device laid face down on your wooden table taunted you, as you wanted to apologize for your rude remarks only minutes earlier. Even if you didn’t receive an apology in return, which you were fully prepared not to, it would clear your guilty conscience, right?

That was when your phone buzzed with a private message notification from him.

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 NumberOneHero [Today at 21:01 PM]

FUCK YOU, IF DEKU DIDN'T RUN IN TRYING TO "SAVE" THE OTHER KID, HE WOULD HAVE DEFEATED THE SHITTY VILLAIN WITH NO PROBLEM. THERE WAS OBVIOUSLY JUST TOO MANY EXTRAS GETTING INVOLVED, BUT YOU DON'T SEEM SMART ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND.

 Y/N [Today at 21:01 PM]

Wow okay 💀 you really had to dm me to insult me some more? What are you, seven?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 21:02 PM]

I'M JUST TELLING YOU FACTS, IDIOT. WHAT MORE WOULD I HAVE TO SAY?

 Y/N [Today at 21:03 PM]

I don't know, maybe try to have a conversation without the screaming, like a normal person?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 21:03 PM]

I'M NOT SCREAMING.

YOU'RE NOT WORTH MY TIME ANYWAYS.

 Y/N [Today at 21:04 PM]

Ouch, my poor heart 🤧 whatever shall i do...some stranger on the internet yelled at me

 NumberOneHero [Today at 21:04 PM]

FOR FUCKS SAKE, I'M NOT YELLING.

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 A few days had passed from your conversation with the asshole on Discord and you had made the decision to mute the server over the weekend to avoid receiving notifications from it. You knew you would only feel compelled to speak to people, and you weren’t ready to deal with some stranger berating you once more. Although you did find their rage humorous, you had preferred to not be called an idiot each and every time you pressed ‘enter’ on a message. 

The weekend had slipped past your vision in a haze mixed with avoiding responsibilities and sleeping excessively. It almost seemed like no time had passed from the moment you left work on Friday and returned early Monday morning and before you knew it, you were seated at your desk at work twirling a pen between your fingers. 

The closer the clock on the wall crawled towards the afternoon, the quieter the office had become with less people power-walking through. Working for a pro-hero’s agency often meant that the hallways would be bustling with activity, but you found yourself enjoying the brief moment of serenity between eleven and noon. 

“Bakugou! I saw you were in that new All Might documentary bro!” That was of course until pro-hero Red Riot’s voice suddenly echoed through the lobby. You perked your head up and watched both him and Ground Zero begin making their way towards the elevators, “How does it feel being a movie star?”

Bakugou grunted in immediate response, elbowing Kirishima in his ribs to push him out of his personal space, “It was just an interview, you idiot.”  

The files in the ash-blonde’s grip intrigued you, knowing exactly where he had planned on dropping them off, your desk. Of course, rather than gently lay them on your desk, he allows the documents to drop unceremoniously onto the hardwood, scattering all within your vicinity. Your jaw unhinged at the sheer audacity of him. 

“Hey! You could have just handed them to me!” Your voice carried throughout the third floor; this had been nothing new between the two of you though. He always seemed to find new ways to get under your skin, whether that involved referring to you as his shitty secretary or casually dropping scattered reports onto your desk. He always saunted off towards the elevators with an arrogant smirk painted on his lips while you could practically feel the steam releasing out of your eardrums.

Bakugou Katsuki was one of the most chauvinistic heroes you had ever met, let alone worked for, but you couldn’t deny the way your heart palpitated just a bit harder when he was around. Snapping you out of your train of thought, the phone placed near your computer began to obnoxiously rattle, reminding you to finally take your lunch. Before you retreated from your desk, you made sure to jot down on a sticky note to look further into the documentary the two of them had been speaking of minutes earlier... 

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Y/N [Today at 19:34 PM]

Hey, did you see that new All Might documentary that came out? 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:19 PM]

Why the fuck are you messaging me…

Yes, I did.

 Y/N [Today at 20:21 PM]

Honestly, that’s a good question 🤔 I’ll just find someone else from the server to ask, peace out.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:22 PM]

Dramatic much? The film was fine, I enjoyed it. 

 Y/N [Today at 20:23 PM]

I liked it too! I really thought it was cool to get an insight from a few of his old students when he taught at Yuuei, especially those who are popular pro-heroes today.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:23 PM]

Oh yeah? You got a favorite?

 Y/N [Today at 20:24 PM]

Deku’s pretty neat! He’s got a lot of potential…

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:24 PM]

Give me more reasons to dislike you, why don’t you.

 Y/N [Today at 20:24 PM]

But- hey I wasn’t finished!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:25 PM]

Why the fuck did you send the message then?

 Y/N [Today at 20:25 PM]

Are you like some strange 40-year old man who doesn’t understand texting? 

Sometimes people send

Multiple

Messages

To

Talk

Grandpa

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:26 PM]

I’m 24 dumbass. 

 Y/N [Today at 20:27 PM]

ANYWAYS, I was going to bring up Ground Zero that despite being an asshole, I appreciate his brutal honesty. 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:27 PM]

Oh? 

 Y/N [Today at 20:27 PM]

Yeah, I can’t deny he’s got a pretty face to look at, but that attitude 🤢

Are you a big fan of him or something? Your insults sound like his 🤮

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:41 PM]

Something like that. 

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 If one more person attempted to push your buttons at work on this particular evening, you were nearly positive you would develop a quirk just to fling said person out the third story window. The past few weeks had been nothing short of boring, the only “excitement” being the new ways Bakugou attempted to get on your nerves whenever he could.

One would assume after six months of working for him, he would have run out of ideas or even find himself tiresome of it...Bakugou was anything but that. So when he appeared from around the corner with his pace set on reaching your desk, the audible groan that befell your lips didn’t land on deaf ears. 

“Oi, you got a problem?” He cocked one eyebrow up, muscular forearms pressed against the counter of your desk as he rested his chin on himself, “I didn’t realize you were getting paid to bitch and moan.”

You glared at the ridiculously attractive blonde opposite of you in response, “What do you want, Bakugou?” 

“I need you to bring up the villain from last week’s file, ya know, the one with the nasty squid ink quirk? Police want to look over the witness statements and phone calls we received on our end.” He explained, circling around your desk so that his large frame loomed over yours. 

With a curt nod, you began unlocking your desktop and accessing the criminal database that the agency had on hand. Your mind grew preoccupied with the task at hand, entering information into the filters in an attempt to find the files you entered in only a few days prior.

“No, dumbass, I captured the fucker on Thursday, not Friday.” His husky voice centimeters from your complexion had you nearly leaping out of your skin, the realization of just how close he was causing your face to grow warm. You rationalized it by placing blame on the body heat radiating off of him, but it was difficult to even think when he leaned over and laid his palm over yours.

He maneuvered the mouse along the screen, your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his large hand, fingers pressing into yours to click the buttons. In an attempt to quell the perspiration accumulating on your palms, your eyes trained on the digital screen in front of you. On the other hand, Bakugou seemed to be none the wiser, “Tch, you know there’s a much easier way to find the file, see?”

After only a few more clicks, the files were pulled up and you could feel the snicker that fell on his lips. He examined the documents, red eyes narrowed as he searched for the specific page with the witness testimonies and statements.  

“Send this to my office’s printer, would you?” His voice that crooned in your ear felt like velvet and for a moment you questioned if he was aware of his actions and just the effect they had on you and your frazzled brain.

All at once, Bakugou leaned back and began making his way back to his own office, shouting about how the papers better be out of the goddamn printer by the time he opened his door. You managed to do as asked, retreating to the bathroom moments later to splash freezing cold water over your face. 

The rational side of you wanted to punch his cocky demeanor square in the jaw, but another part of you, one that you attempted to hide, desired to silence his snarky comments with your lips pressed to his. Why must he have such an effect on you? 

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 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:01 PM]

Oi, did you die or something?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:11 PM]

Answer, idiot. I can clearly see you’re online.

 Y/N [Today at 23:12 PM]

Ok but why do you care 💀

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:14 PM]

I don’t, but people on the server have been wondering where you’ve been. 

 Y/N [Today at 23:17 PM]

Oh I didn’t mean to worry them omg 😭 I’ve just felt bad because for a while it was just you and I bickering,, so I didn’t want to bring anymore negativity to what’s supposed to be a server honoring All Might. 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:19 PM]

Well they miss your shitty puns and stupid fun facts and I’m sick of having to read their bitching, so get back on already. 

 Y/N [Today at 23:20 PM]

Yeah, okay...thanks...I guess you’re not as much of an asshole as you try to portray 🤪

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:20 PM]

That face is disgusting.

 Y/N [Today at 23:21 PM]

🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:21 PM]

Why did I even bother wasting my life messaging you?

 Y/N [Today at 23:22 PM]

That’s your problem, buddy. 

So, tell me more about you.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:23 PM]

Why do you give a shit?

 Y/N [Today at 23:24 PM]

I mean, it’d be nice to know I’m not talking to a 50-year old man who’s going to try and solicit me for sex. 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:24 PM]

You’re delusional.

 Y/N [Today at 23:25 PM]

No, I’m just cautious, thank you. You said you’re 24 right? Me too!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:25 PM]

Cool.

 Y/N [Today at 23:25 PM]

What’s your name? 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:26 PM]

I’m not fucking telling you.

 Y/N [Today at 23:27 PM]

Fine, dickhead suits you better anyways 🤷

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:28 PM]

Fuck you.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:41 PM]

You can call me K, I guess.

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 When you arrived nearly a half an hour late into work the next morning, you were anxiously awaiting for Bakugou to tear you apart with his foul mouth and harsh glare. Instead, you were notified by one of his sidekicks that he would be coming in closer to lunchtime, off running some early morning patrols. 

This gave you ample opportunity to take a small nap at your desk when the telephone remained silent, lack of sleep catching up to you as your forehead met the hardwood desk. You had spent a majority of the night talking with K and surprisingly he wasn’t as unpleasant once you broke past the initial barrier of crass and attitude. 

He explained how he had been one of All Might’s students when he was in High School, recounting numerous memories between him and the former Number One Hero. You were so fascinated by it all, awestruck in the wonderful stories he had to share about the man you and your family had looked up to for decades. Although you don’t regret losing sleep when it was the price to pay to hear more about All Might, your body punished you nonetheless with dreary eyes and a slight headache.

Just as you began to fall asleep yet again, the phone at your side began to ring with Bakugou’s specific ringer. You could hardly manage out a single syllable as you pressed your fingertip against the speaker button, “Hm?”  

“Wake up and come to my office, shitty woman.” He hung up abruptly, refusing to give you the option to retaliate with a harsh comment of your own. 

Your body felt heavy as you trudged down the long and narrow hallway towards his office. The double doors remained shut, allowing you to appear sluggish in stature without him making a rude remark about it. Once you reached the dark wooden doors, you straightened up and stepped through the threshold. 

“What took you so long-” Bakugou began to raise his voice, but was promptly interrupted when his mouth parted wide on its own accord, releasing a rather vocal yawn. He turned towards the row of glass windows overlooking the city, hand clasped over his lips.  

Outside of your control, you reciprocated and yawned just as loud as he had. It seemed like the pro-hero hadn’t gotten much sleep either, from what you assumed to be work-related...or even something more personal. 

“Are you fucking listening?” You were snapped out of your daze by Bakugou’s explosive tone, his body now shuffling towards you until he was within arm’s reach, “Tch, did you actually fall asleep at your desk?”

Shaking your head, you hoped he would believe you, “No, why would you even think-”

“You got some drool on your face, Princess.” The sudden nickname had your stomach doing somersaults, but it was when he reached out a hand to cradle the side of your cheek that had your breath growing shallow. 

Your eyes studied his expression as he swiped away at the drool on the corner of your lip with the pad of his thumb. His own half-lidded pair transitioned his focus onto your chin, pulling your jaw down with light force so that your mouth parted wider. 

Every atom of your being screamed for him to kiss you, to slant his lips over yours and claim you as his after all these months of bickering, but the two of you were promptly broken out of your spell when he received a phone call. 

“Shit...” Bakugou shuffled over to his desk to snatch his cell phone that laid on top of a stack of folders, “You see these reports? They’re pretty old but they need to be entered in the system, finish it before you leave the office today.”

With that, he left his office spewing insults into the phone that had been harshly pressed to his ear. Your fingers reached up to your complexion, digits pressing into the skin of your bottom lip at the thought of kissing him. Bakugou’s intentions were shrouded in mystery, one you still were unable to solve. 

“Whatever.” You sighed to yourself, rounding his massive desk to grab the tall stack of files.

When you managed to gather them in your arms, you promptly took notice of the framed trading card they had been hiding in their wake. Layered with tempered glass was one of the limited edition All Might cards that you remembered once begging your parents for as a mere child. 

One could have gotten lost watching the myriad of colors reflect off of the holographic card, but the tall stack of documentation in your grasp was starting to grow heavy. You made a mental note to ask Bakugou about the card when you got the chance, curious as to how he was able to obtain such a rare card from so many years ago. 

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 Y/N [Today at 22:10 PM]

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Look! My All Might figurine from the Silver Age came in!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:12 PM]

Looks cheap and fake.

 Y/N [Today at 22:13 PM]

Okay, rude. 😤 It’s limited edition and I have the paperwork to prove it’s real.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:20 PM]

I got a question for you.

 Y/N [Today at 22:21 PM]

Okay? Spill.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:22 PM]

Since I’m assuming you’re telling the truth when you say you’re a woman, how do you ask one out?

 Y/N [Today at 22:22 PM]

Huh? You got a crush or something?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:23 PM]

Something like that, I’ve never been into shitty romance before.

 Y/N [Today at 22:24 PM]

Omg! Have you ever kissed anyone?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:25 PM]

Listen, I’ve done a lot of shit, but I’ve never fucking asked someone out for the actual purpose of a date before. 

 Y/N [Today at 22:25 PM]

I don’t know if that’s sad or adorable?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:27 PM]

Fuck off, forget it.

 Y/N [Today at 22:28 PM]

Sorry! Sorry okay well who’s the woman? How do you know her?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:30 PM]

She’s worked at my office for a year.

Maybe longer.

It doesn’t fucking matter, how do I ask her out? 

 Y/N [Today at 22:31 PM]

Oh! That’s easy, ask her if she’d like to get dinner with you after work then! 🥰

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:31 PM]

There’s nothing else I need to do?

 Y/N [Today at 22:32 PM]

I mean, you could buy flowers if you’re really trying to make her swoon.

Make sure she’s not allergic to any first, or that date won’t be happening.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:32 PM]

How the fuck would I know if she’s allergic?

 Y/N [Today at 22:33 PM]

I don’t know bud, ask? Ask someone she knows?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:33 PM]

Fuck, whatever, fine, thanks. 

I’m not your ‘bud’. 

 Y/N [Today at 22:35 PM]

Whatever you say, good luck!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:40 PM]

By the way.

Your shitty fake figurine will never beat the Limited Edition card I own.

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 You had never dreaded coming into work more than you did on this particular morning. It was only last night, after two months of speaking to the enigma that was NumberOneHero, did you discover that he was none other than Bakugou Katsuki. The man you had been bantering with for months within both the server and the direct messages was the man you worked for, but also the man you foolishly developed feelings for. 

Just the thought of having to witness him with a bouquet of flowers intended for someone else made your heart sink within your chest. You hadn’t worked for him for a year, let alone longer, so your mind grew plagued with doubt the longer you sat on this revelation. 

When a photo came in on your phone from the ‘mysterious stranger’, the last thing you expected to see was the familiar framework that kept Bakugou’s All Might card intact. The color of the desk matched, along with the brand of monitor that sat next to the frame.

You couldn’t stop staring at the messages, re-reading through old conversations realizing that everything he said and did reflected himself and you were so stupid not to realize sooner. The most mortifying thing for you was the fact you had admitted that you were attracted to him, even if he had no idea it was actually you. 

The sound of loud footsteps against the tiled flooring snapped your attention to the one man you didn’t want to see today, his clothing a stark contrast to his usual attire. He had sent his sidekicks out to run patrols and aid with arrests today, stating that he needed to stay in the office to handle paperwork. 

“Do you know how to tie a tie, woman?” Bakugou's voice grumbled out to you, his fingers curled around the loose fabric in his grasp.

You nodded slowly, standing from your chair to reach where he stood, “Yeah, kind of.”

“Kind of?” He snorted, button nose scrunched up in amusement, “What the shit does that mean, you either do or you don’t, dumbass.”

“Give me the damn tie.” You grumbled, snatching it from his hand as you began to set it for him. Much to your surprise, his lips remained pressed against one another as he watched you adjust the knot.

When you had finished, you glanced up at the ash-blonde only to gasp at the proximity of his face to yours while he expressed his gratitude, “Thanks.”

Before you could allow your heart to sink deeper into your infatuation, you rushed out of the lobby with speed that neither of you anticipated. You needed to get away from him, from these feelings that burdened your chest, so you slipped away into the restroom to escape his presence. 

Bakugou attempted to call out your name, eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement as he tried to understand your sudden distress. As he began to follow your previous footsteps, he noticed your phone had slipped from your pocket and was now laid face down against the cold tiles. 

The last thing Bakugou expected to witness on your phone as the screen illuminated with messages was his online alias glowing back at him. 

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 NumberOneHero [Yesterday at 22:45 PM]

Listen, I don’t do this often but I wanted to genuinely say thank you.

 NumberOneHero [Yesterday at 22:49 PM]

You might be a thorn in my side, but I’ve come to enjoy talking to you or whatever.

 NumberOneHero [Yesterday at 22:54 PM]

Yeah, that’s it.

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 Being called into Bakugou’s office was nothing new, but the trepidation you felt when his piercing gaze met yours had your entire figure growing cold. He suddenly appeared more intimidating, with the way he stood tall while leaning against the edge of his custom crafted desk. In his grasp was your two week’s notice, your eyes focused on the trail of smoke that rose from the paper. 

“When did you know it was me?” He cut straight to the point, haphazardly throwing the letter in the direction of his trash, “How did you know it was me?”

It now made sense why your phone had suddenly appeared on your desk after you swore to yourself that it had been in your pocket. 

Your mouth grew dry the closer he drew himself to you, red eyes drinking in your appearance, “You sent the photo of the All Might card that’s on your desk, I recognized it.” 

Bakugou hummed in acknowledgment, “Why didn’t you fucking say anything?!” 

“Why? Isn’t it obvious why I wouldn’t say anything?” Your breathing grew harsher at the overwhelming emotions flowing through you, deciding now than ever that you were going to make an absolute fool of yourself before exiting this agency forever.

“No, it’s not.” He snapped back, arms crossed over his chest, “Care to fucking explain?” 

All at once the dam you had built around yourself was cracked at the heart, drowning you in your pent up feelings, “I gave you advice on how to ask someone out, Bakugou, I don’t want to watch you use it on some other woman-”

“Why not?” His voice altered drastically from only moments prior, as if he was choking over his own tongue.

The way his fiery irises held your gaze had you unable to move, as much as you wanted to retreat from his office only to never step foot in it again you found your feet glued to the floor beneath you. 

“Because I have feelings for you idiot-” Not another word, syllable, nor breath escaped past your lips before Bakugou’s lips suddenly crashed to yours. His large palms cradled your complexion as he poured every bit of emotion he could muster into kissing you senseless.

After the initial shock had come and gone, you tossed all caution to the wind and returned his affection, arms locked around his neck as his mouth slanted over yours. Kissing Bakugou was nothing like you had anticipated; his lips were soft, hands careful as he slid them over your neck, down your figure until fingers eventually curled at your hips. 

He made an effort to tease you in the process, a gasp passing your lips when his hand squeezed at your waist. This allowed him the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours, leaving no corner of your mouth untouched by him. 

Your hand blazed up to lace your fingers in his ash-blonde locks, pulling harshly in hopes of eliciting a reaction. It did of course, a low groan reverberating from his chest as he began to force you towards the opposite side of his office.   

“Good, because for some fucking reason I can’t get you out of my head either.” He breathed out against your lips the moment the back of your thighs met the edge of his desk, “I’ve wanted you for months, idiot.” 

You leaped up onto the hardwood, legs dangled over the edge as he shoved himself between your parted legs almost immediately, “Bakugou…” 

“I have a meeting in fifteen minutes-” He suddenly groaned at the reminder as his head bowed, the quiet notification promptly alerting him from his desktop. 

When he brought his attention back to you, he nearly lost the ability to breathe at the needy look in your eyes, and the next few words that you spoke, “Show me what you can do in that time, then.”

The airy laugh that escaped his throat was one of disbelief, but it quickly melted into a quiet moan when he suddenly felt your hand cup his hardening cock through his work pants. You smirked victoriously as you pressed the heel of your palm further against his growing erection. 

“Fuckin’ tease.” Bakugou snarled as he finally swatted your hand away from him, instead opting to slide your body further off of the desk so that he could press himself perfectly against your dampening leggings. 

He ground his cock against your heat, a small whine falling from your lips before he brought his own back onto yours and swallowed every noise that you emitted with great enthusiasm. This wasn’t the most ideal situation; Bakugou wanted to ask you out properly, he wanted to take it slow and build the anticipation through every little date. 

Despite that, he refused to deny himself the satisfaction of witnessing you in such a state of debauchery for the first time. He ghosted his lips over your jaw, trailing his mouth towards the expanse of your neck while you desperately pulled his top out of his pants. Your cool fingertips glided along the skin beneath his dress shirt, goosebumps suddenly rising along the back of his neck. 

Button by button you undid the black top, sliding it down his broad shoulders and thick biceps once the last one was out of place. Bakugou’s teeth pressed harsher into your neck, leaving multiple love bites along your jugular in his wake.

“We’re running out of time.” You gasped, clumsily fondling with yet another button, this time the one located on his work bottoms. 

Bakugou groaned as you used your heel-clad feet to fully slide his pants down his thighs, his cock sprung free the moment his briefs followed suit. The sight of his thick cock had you nearly salivating already, disappointed you wouldn’t get the opportunity yet to wrap the head drooling with precum around your tongue. 

“Now who’s wasting time, just staring at my cock like that?” He dug his nails into the fabric of your leggings, tearing them apart where the seam met halfway. Your cunt was glistening from just how wet you were already, his eyes rolling at the realization you hadn’t been wearing panties, “Tch, you expected to get fucked today, dirty girl?”

You mewled at the nickname before realizing just what he had asked, “Oh, all my panties are in the wash...so…” 

Only you could get Bakugou to let out a genuine chuckle as he leaned over to dip two thick fingers between your sopping wet folds, his nose just barely brushed up against yours. 

“I really fucking hate to make this quick…” His teeth met his bottom lip, plunging his fingers inside of you as he wasted no time in scissoring them against your tight walls, “...but I’m gonna make it up to you, baby.” 

You cried out at both the name and the feeling of him stretching you out with just his fingers alone, your pussy more than ready to handle him with how wet you were. He pulled out of you, making a quick show of lapping up your juices with his tongue twirling around his digits. 

“Next time I’m gonna get a taste of that sweet cunt with my head buried between those thighs,” Bakugou exclaimed, adjusting himself so that he could begin to tease you with the head of his cock. 

He wrapped his hand around his girth, slowly easing himself past your folds as his lips met yours yet again in yet another fleeting kiss. Your mind was whirling at just how quickly things had changed, one moment you were ready to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been between you two, to feeling his cock stretch out your walls so deliciously as he sheathed himself inside of you.

“Fuck, your pussy feels like heaven.” Bakugou’s own resolve was already wavering as your walls were so constricting around him, greedily taking every inch with fevered enthusiasm. Your limbs locked themselves to his frame, arms chained at his neck and legs locked at his waist once his balls rested against you.

You dug your heels into his back, urging him to move, “Fuck me already, Katsuki.”

The use of his given name without even asking sparked something inside of him, his hips rolling back only to start pounding into you with reckless abandon. His balls slapped against you with every thrust, his cock stroking your walls while he smirked at the sudden change in your demeanor.

Your tongue lolled past your lips, eyes staring at him pleadingly, “Oh, fuck-”

“That’s it, Princess.” Bakugou sneered, nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he studied your every expression, “You feel that? You feel my fat cock stretching out your slutty little hole?”

Nodding, you began to rut your hips up in hopes of meeting him with every thrust, but he had enough of you misunderstanding who’s actually in charge. He used one hand to still your movements, making sure to keep up with his own before using the other hand to grip harshly at your throat. 

You let out a sharp breath of air before it was snatched from your lungs, Bakugou’s red eyes watching with utter amusement as he used his strong fingers to choke you. The way he forced his dominating power onto you had your cunt squeezing his cock in a vice grip. 

The feeling within your lower abdomen tightened every time the throbbing head of his cock met that spongy wall inside of you. Of course, it wasn’t enough and Bakugou was perceptive enough to notice. 

Releasing your hip, he smirked proudly at the way you remained submissive to him, his fingers reaching for your sensitive clit as he began rubbing quick, tight circles against you. He let go of your throat just long enough for you to gasp for air, taking it from you yet again when he knew you wouldn’t go unconscious on him.

“Shit, baby, I’m so close…” His fingers only moved quicker on your engorged bud, refusing to allow himself to cum until you fell apart first, “You gonna cum for me first right? Fuck I want to watch you cum around my cock, come on, be a good girl, fucking cum-”

The guttural cry that managed to slip past your constricted throat was loud enough you both knew he’d have to come up with some excuse for the noise, your pussy clenching down on him as you came all over his cock and custom hardwood desk. With the feeling of you so tight around his length, paired with the sight of your eyes crossed and drool trailing down your chin, Bakugou came as well, releasing a husky groan past gritted teeth.

He pumped hot ropes of thick cum inside of you, hips stuttering and muscles relaxing as he nearly collapsed onto your blissed out figure. You were able to breathe properly once more when he released his hold on your throat, small red indents from his quirk slightly setting off evident on your skin.

“Hey, how am I supposed to leave this office with my leggings torn to shreds?” Were the first words spoken between the two of you, a small giggle passing your lips at the way Bakugou groaned into where his face buried itself into your clothed breasts.

He finally stood up and checked the time, cursing to himself at how he was at least ten minutes late to this meeting, “Stay here, I’ll figure something out when I get back.”

You watched him quickly redress himself, nearly tumbling onto the floor as he shimmied his way back into his pants. Meanwhile, cum was slowly dripping past your folds as you sat bare-assed on his desk. 

“But I have to go back to work too!” 

“Nah, you’re fired.” Bakugou smirked, now fully dressed and running his fingers through his disheveled ash-blonde locks, “I want to date you properly, dumbass, the whole secretary thing will cause problems. Besides, I can get you a job with one of the extras I went to school with.” 

You let out a breath you hadn’t even noticed you were holding, “Fine, Bakugou, only because you got it all figured out already.”

“It’s Katsuki, you had no problem using it earlier to rile me up, you fuckin’ tease.” He pinched at your waist, amused at the way you leaped up in surprise before pressing multiple pecks to your lips. 

After promising to take you out to dinner once his meeting was over, he kissed you one more time before he left the room and you to your own devices. When you began to scour his office in search of spare clothing, you could hear the voice of Kirishima from outside Bakugou’s office door.

“Seriously, dude?! Everyone could hear you, good luck explaining that to the other pros who heard your secretary screaming from the lobby.”

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