↳ ❝ FAT ASS LIKE HERS NEEDS A REAL MAN TO FUCK IT. ❞
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ synopsis: in which, you get tangled up with your boyfriend's arrogant, infuriating, and devastatingly hot rival, katsuki bakugou and ended up fucking... one too many times.
starring: pro hero! katsuki bakugou x enemy's girlfriend! reader ⍣ ೋ
disclaimers!: cheating on yo shindo, cheating with katsuki bakugo, body worship, implied mentions of anal sex, oral sex (f! receiving, face riding), manhandling, penetrative / p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie
note: usage of "sweetheart", "pretty", "pretty girl", "sweets", fem reader, implied plus size! reader, mean! katsuki, katsuki calls reader fat but not really (specifically, reader's ass), (hopefully) promoting body positivity. really thought this song gave katsuki vibes and havent seen a fic based off of it yet. reminds me of that montoya guy watching his girl fuck someone on camera lmao😭. time to give back to my community, hope you guys enjoy💜
╰┈➤ [katsuki bakugo was an asshole.] everyone knew that. and when it came to shindo yo, he was even worse. the two had never gotten along—never would.
which was exactly why, when katsuki walked into the bar and spotted you, nursing a drink, frustration etched across your face, he couldn’t help but smirk.
it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. probably your boyfriend getting a little too damn close to another "friend" again. just like always. this wasn’t the first time, and knowing him, it wouldn’t be the last.
this was the kind of moment he lived for, a rare opportunity to get under shindo’s skin. sure, maybe katsuki didn’t hate shindo that much, but you? you were a different story.
he sauntered over, leaning an arm against the counter, eyes never leaving you. "rough night?"
you glanced up, instantly recognizing the pro hero standing beside you. with a sigh, you swirled your drink in its glass. “you could say that.”
“lemme guess... your idiot boyfriend givin’ you trouble again?”
“…something like that.”
“don’t know why you put up with him, honestly," he chuckled, the sound low and knowing. he tipped his drink toward you, watching your reaction carefully. "you deserve better than some asshole who doesn’t know how to appreciate you.”
your lips quirked, a mix of amusement and exasperation. “and you think you can appreciate me?”
katsuki had no shame, never did. so he grinned, a flicker of something dangerous in his crimson gaze.
"want me to show you, sweetheart?"
one thing led to another and soon enough— you were in his bed, limbs tangled, gasping his name, making sure you see the stars in the sky as he fucked the frustration right out of you.
and after that night, fucking you became katsuki's favorite way to piss shindo off.
you weren’t stupid. you knew exactly what this was. but did you care? not one damn bit. he had you in his bed more than your shitty boyfriend ever did. and yeah, maybe it started as a way to get under shindo’s skin, but somewhere along the way, it became something neither of you wanted to stop.
because katsuki? he was fucking obsessed with you.
some nights, he’d pull you into his lap, hands splayed over your hips as he buried his face in your neck, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses to your skin.
“fuck, i missed you,” he groaned, voice thick with something dangerously close to vulnerability. his grip tighten, fingers digging into the softness of your thighs. “shouldn’t let you leave my bed, y’know that?”
you chuckled, tilting your head back as his lips trailed lower. “you’re never satisfied, huh?”
“so what?” he nipped at your skin, making you squeak. “i like my woman soft. more of you for me to grab.”
and grab he did. he was clingy in the worst way—always needing to have a hand on you, whether it was squeezing your ass, gripping your waist, or just absentmindedly tracing patterns on your thigh while you laid in bed together.
katsuki just loved how you felt in his hands.
then there are the nights when he'd lie with his head on your lap, letting you comb your fingers through his hair, one arm thrown lazily over his chest.
his eyes were shut, his expression relaxed, but every so often, his brows furrowed as he grumbled about his day.
like now.
“dumbass intern nearly blew up my whole damn office,” he muttered, eyes closed. “and kirishima kept laughin’ like it was the funniest shit he’d ever seen.”
you hummed, dragging your nails lightly over his scalp. “i mean… you do blow things up all the time. bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”
his eyes cracked open, leveling you with a glare. “tch. ain’t funny.”
you bit back a smile. “a little funny.”
he exhaled sharply through his nose but didn’t argue. he never really did when you played with his hair. it was his weakness, and he hated that you knew it.
your fingers trailed down to his jaw, tracing the sharp edge. he leaned into your touch instinctively, like it was second nature. and maybe it was.
“you’re really pretty, you know that?” you murmured.
his eyes flickered open again, red irises locking onto yours. there was something unreadable in his gaze—something so raw and vulnerable.
“oi,” he muttered, shifting slightly, ears turning pink. “quit it.”
you grinned. “quit what?”
“saying dumb shit like that.”
“but it’s true.”
katsuki scowled, but the way he pressed his cheek into your palm gave him away. he huffed, eyes slipping shut again.
“…whatever.”
and he loved it. the times he's spent with you, whether he was fucking you or just talking about each other's day, he loved all of it. not just because it was a middle finger to shindo, but because katsuki got to have you all to himself.
honestly? it stopped being about shindo a long time ago. but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t rub it in the bastard’s face.
"she was beggin’ me to keep goin’ last night," katsuki bragged, arm slung lazily around your waist, knowing full well that shindō was fuming. his hand drifted lower, fingers trailing over the curve of your ass. “bet you don’t even know how to handle all this ass, huh? shame. guess that’s why she keeps crawlin’ back to me.”
shindo clenched his jaw, knowing exactly what katsuki was implying. he knew. knew there was truth in katsuki’s words. knew that every time he and you argued, you’d disappear for a while, only to return looking a little too satisfied. "you really think you're some upgrade?"
"she does. especially when she’s whining my name into the sheets.”
"shut the fuck up, bakugo."
katsuki barked a laugh, shameless and sharp. he was pissed, good. that was the reaction he wanted. but he wasn’t done yet.
“she’s a greedy lil’ thing, too. always wantin’ more," he grinned, eyes flicking over to him before locking back at yours. "but look at her. how could i say no? she looks so fuckin’ perfect under me."
your face burns, heat creeping up your neck before he scoffs and turns back to grilling your ex, like you weren’t just standing there, completely flustered.
"did she ever tell you how much she loves it when i grab these—" his fingers trailed down your side, giving a firm squeeze and earning a small yelp from you. "—and i slam my dick into her? fuck her real nice and deep? moans so pretty for me, too. you ever heard it?"
and if shindo so much as opened his mouth, katsuki would throw in another dig.
"nah. probably not. bet she asked you if it was in yet.”
"well, she's all yours," shindo said, fists clenching, clearly seconds away from punching him. and katsuki lived for it.
"yeah, figured you’d say that," katsuki taunted. "she’s been stress eatin’ too much to deal with a weak-ass like you."
and then, just because he was an absolute bastard, he'd go in for the kill.
"fat ass like hers needs a real man to fuck it."
shindo looked about ready to swing, but you pulled katsuki away before things got too messy. you could still feel the heat of shindo’s rage burning through the air. it thrilled you more than it should have.
but behind closed doors? the same man who ran his mouth would spend hours pressed against you, whispering things he’d never admit to anyone else.
"c’mere," katsuki grumbled, tugging you onto the bed after another long day of antagonizing your ex. his arms wrapped around your waist, face immediately pressing into your soft stomach.
he worshipped you—every inch, every soft curve, but nothing captivated him more than your stomach.
he was obsessed, utterly entranced. he’d bury his face against it, his hands kneaded your sides, gripping, squeezing—memorizing, pressing lazy kisses to every dip and curve. he held your body with a reverence that bordered on possessive, like he was terrified you’d slip away.
"fuck, baby," he groaned, nuzzling into you like he wanted to disappear into your skin. “love your body so goddamn much. s’perfect.”
you chuckled, threading your fingers through his hair. "thought you said i was stress-eating."
"yeah, stress-eatin’ on my dick," he muttered, pressing kisses against your tummy. "he doesn’t deserve to see you like this. doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you."
“then why do you still do it, hmm?”
he looked up at you, red eyes dark with something almost desperate as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach.
"tch, you know why i do that. pisses him off. makes him realize he ain't shit. ‘cause he ain't."
you shivered at the heat of his lips against your skin, biting back a smile as you run your fingers through his hair. so that’s what this was about. "you sure you’re not just obsessed with him at this point?”
he scoffed against your stomach, his grip on your waist tightening. “the hell i am. only thing i’m obsessed with is you.”
it was the side of him no one else got to see— the way he nuzzled into you, the way he pressed his lips to your skin over and over, like he couldn’t get enough. he'd grumble if you tried to move, holding you tighter to keep you in bed, murmuring "stay here. wanna hold ya."
he loved how soft you were, how warm—how no matter how much he grabbed, squeezed, or traced his fingers over you, it was never enough. he needed you. it was like he was drunk on the feel of you, the scent of you. and truthfully, he was.
"love this shit,” he admitted lowly, voice thick with something almost vulnerable. he nuzzled into your tummy again, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. "could live here."
you raised a brow, fighting back a grin as you looked down at him. “oh? you wanna live on my stomach now?”
“yes, baby,” he muttered almost desperately, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction while pressing another lingering kiss to your skin. “soft. warm. smells like you.”
you laughed, dragging your fingers through his hair. “so what, you’re gonna quit being a hero and move in here?”
he let out a gruff chuckle, turning his head to rest his cheek against you. “tch. would if i could. wouldn’t need a bed, a couch, nothin’. just this perfect spot.”
“oh yeah?” you hummed, tilting your head. “should i start charging you rent?”
he huffed against your skin. “tch. smartass.”
you giggled, brushing a thumb over the shell of his ear. “i mean, if you’re gonna move in, might as well contribute. utilities, groceries… maybe even a tummy tax.”
his red eyes flicked up at you, narrowing. “the fuck is a tummy tax?”
you grinned. “unlimited kisses. daily.”
he snorts, pressing another slow, open-mouthed kiss to your skin. “already payin’ for that, pretty."
and you laughed, because for all his big talk, katsuki bakugo adored you. as long as he had you, nothing else mattered.
and despite the way he ran his mouth, he never let you feel insecure. if he ever caught you looking at yourself too long in the mirror, he’d grab you and pull you onto the bed, hovering over you with that intense, fiery gaze.
"the fuck are you thinkin’ about?" he’d demand, hands gripping your thighs, squeezing, leaving marks. "you’re mine. this body? all mine. and i fuckin’ love every inch of you. don’t ever fuckin’ doubt how much i want you."
and god, did he prove it.
he didn't just tolerate your body—he adored it. and thats why you found yourself looking down at him lying comfortably on his back, eyes dark with anticipation. he was waiting—no, expecting—you to sit on his face.
you shake your head, heat creeping up your neck. "i can just lay down, 'suki..."
katsuki scoffs, sitting up slightly, his hands already reaching for your thighs, clearly impatient. "tch. and deny me a great view? cut the crap and get up here, sweets."
you shake your head again. "i just- what if i’m too heavy?"
he lets out a sharp, exasperated scoff. "for who? me? well that’s rude."
"it’s not..." you hesitate for half a second, but that’s all the time he gives you.
he yanks you down onto his face with a low growl, his mouth immediately sealing over your cunt. "stop stallin’ and just give me what i want..."
you hesitate, subtly hovering just above him instead of lowering yourself onto his face, holding onto the headboard for support. his eyes flick up to yours, and the second he realizes what you're doing, his expression darkens.
"the fuck do you think you’re doin’?" his grip on your thighs tightens, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
“i don’t want to crush you—”
“are you fuckin’ serious?” his voice drips with pure offense, like you just insulted his entire existence. "you really think i can't handle you? think you're doin’ me a favor by holdin’ back?"
you try to protest, but he’s already yanking you down on his face, forcing you to sit properly. his growl vibrates against you as he buries his face between your thighs. the way he looked up at you—pissed off and starving—sent a shiver down your spine.
your face burned, heart pounding in your chest. "i just— i don't wanna make you uncomfortable."
katsuki let out a sharp laugh, the sound vibrating against your folds, lifting you by your hips to give him room to speak from time to time.
"uncomfortable? sweetheart, the only thing makin’ me uncomfortable right now is you not sittin’ on my goddamn face like i told you to."
your lips parted in protest, but a startled moan escapes you as his tongue flicks over your clit, sharp and demanding. his grip on your thighs is punishing, locking you in place as he devours you with obscene hunger.
"katsuki—" you try to lift yourself, but his hands hold you firm.
"nah. shut up," he murmurs burying his tongue between your thighs without warning. a moan escapes you as he groans against your heat, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you firmly in place.
"fuckin’ ridiculous," he mutters between licks, voice muffled. "ain’t takin’ this disrespect. you ain't doin’ me no favors by holdin’ back. told ya before— i want you—every fuckin’ inch of you."
your breath hitches, and katsuki smirks like he knows he’s got you. his crimson eyes flicked up at you, glinting with mischief as he devoured the fuck out of your pretty little cunt, tongue glazed with his spit and your slick.
"so don't you ever pull that hoverin’ shit again,” he warns, his tongue licking a broad stripe through your folds "or i swear to god, i'll make you sit here all fuckin' night—"
his words were cut off by the way he devoured you, lips and tongue working so hungrily that your legs nearly gave out then and there. his crimson eyes burned into you, daring you to try that shit again.
you whimper, thighs trembling, and he doubles down, tongue curling inside you before dragging back up to your clit, sucking just to hear you whine.
"fuck, baby," he groans against you, his voice thick with need. "taste so fuckin’ good."
your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on the soft strands, but it only spurs him on. his hands slide to your ass, forcing you to take everything he gave you. he’s lost in it, completely drowning in you, and he likes it. loves it. wants more.
"you drive me fuckin’ insane," he murmured, sucking your clit into his mouth with a filthy slurp. "you’re too damn perfect, and it pisses me off."
your fingers tightened around the headboard, thighs trembling around his head. “how is that my fault? you're the one who—"
katsuki let out a frustrated growl against your cunt, cutting you off before you could finish. without warning, he flattened his tongue and dragged a slow, deliberate lick through your folds, making you gasp.
"its your fucking fault," he went on like he couldn’t believe you had the audacity to act so damn innocent.
his lips brush against your pussy as your legs threatened to close around his head, but his grip was firm, keeping you spread open for him. "prancin’ around, bein’ so goddamn pretty. takin’ up space in my head. gettin’ under my fuckin' skin and you expect me to act normal?"
you tried to answer, but he didn’t give you the chance. a sharp suck on your clit had your head tipping back, a needy whine escaping before you could stop it. his tongue slid through your folds again, swirling around your clit, and the sudden sensation made you choke on your words.
"katsuki—"
"nah. told you to shut up." he cut you off, voice muffled against your dripping cunt. "if you're gonna talk, you can fuckin’ moan."
your noises only spurred him on. your fingers found their way into his hair, gripping tightly as pleasure pooled in your stomach. his tongue worked you over with precision, switching between sucking and licking until your hips were rolling into his face, chasing more.
"that's it," he muttered, sucking your clit into his mouth again, hard, and the moan that tore from your throat was anything but coherent, fucking you with his tongue. "you wanna run your mouth? do it like this."
you could barely form a response, your mind going blank as he sucked hard on your clit, his tongue relentless. the only thing that left your lips was a desperate, broken moan.
"fuckin' knew it," he groaned, his voice sending another wave of heat through your body. "knew you’d sound so fuckin' pretty when you just shut the fuck up while riding my face. could watch you like this all fuckin’ day."
you let out a shaky breath, barely able to focus as his tongue flicked over your clit again. katsuki pulled back just enough to suck in a breath, his lips slick and glistening with your arousal. his crimson eyes burned into you, half-lidded and desperate, but still sharp with command.
“fuck,” he groaned, voice thick with hunger. “touch yourself, pretty girl. play with those pretty tits for me.”
your breath caught in your throat, and you hesitated, already feeling overwhelmed by the way he was devouring you. but his grip tightened on your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh in warning.
“c’mon, sweets,” he rasped, his tongue flicking out to tease your clit before pulling back again. his eyes dragged up your body, the heat in them making you dizzy. “be a good girl and gimme a show, yeah?"
with trembling hands, you reached up, cupping your tits, teasing your own nipples the way you knew he liked. you kneaded them softly at first, rolling your thumbs over your nipples, but the second you pinched them, katsuki groaned, his eyes locked onto you like you were the only thing in existence.
“fuck yeah,” he muttered, running his tongue through your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth again. “just like that, baby. play with those tits— keep puttin’ on a show for me while i eat this pretty little pussy.”
his tongue worked you over with hungry, unrelenting strokes, the obscene slurps and groans vibrating against you as he devoured you like a man starved.
you tugged at your nipples, your head falling back as pleasure rippled through you. your breath hitched, your fingers tightening around your nipples as the combination of your own hands on your body and his mouth wrecking you from below had your head spinning.
“katsuki—” you gasped, thighs trembling around his head. “i’m— i’m close.”
that was all it took. katsuki groaned deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against your cunt as his grip on your thighs tightened. his tongue worked even faster, flicking and circling your clit with devastating precision, like he needed you to fall apart for him or he'd die.
"yeah?" he rasped between licks, his voice thick and wrecked. "then fuckin’ give it to me, sweets. wanna feel you cum on my face."
he didn’t slow down, didn’t let up for even a second. his hands urged you down harder, forcing you to really sit on his face, and the pressure—his tongue, his mouth, the way he sucked on your clit—sent you careening straight into your orgasm.
your back arched, a broken moan spilling from your lips as pleasure crashed over you, white-hot and overwhelming. katsuki groaned against you like he felt it, like he was the one cumming, and he didn’t stop licking, didn’t stop devouring you, even as you trembled above him.
he finally pulled away, his lips and chin glistening with your slick as he sucked in a breath, eyes dark with hunger. he gave your thighs one last squeeze before gripping your waist.
“get up."
you blinked down at him, still trying to catch your breath. “what?”
“i said, get up,” he growled. "need to be inside you. now.”
you whined, shaking your head weakly. “katsuki, i just— i just came…”
“and?” he scoffed, sitting up slightly. “the fuck that got to do with me?”
before you could protest again, his strong arms moved, flipping you onto your back like you weighed nothing. a surprised yelp left your lips, but katsuki was already on top of you, pressing you into the mattress, his body burning hot against yours with his lips on yours.
"don't care if you just came," he muttered against your lips, biting down on your bottom one before sucking it into his mouth. "wanna feel you squeeze the cum outta me this time."
your head spun as he hovered over you, his weight pressing you down into the mattress. his hands were everywhere—gripping, kneading—like he couldn’t stand being apart from you for even a second.
"katsuki—"
"shut up," he growled, shoving your legs open with his knee. "you think i’m lettin’ you off that easy? nah. you got one, and now i’m gettin’ mine.”
you gasped as his hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them wider as he settled between them, his cock already hard and leaking against your folds. he positioned himself at your pussy, the tip of his cock pressing insistently against you.
"look at you," he murmured, rubbing his throbbing tip through your slick folds. "all fuckin’ messy for me already."
you gasped, legs twitching from overstimulation. “i— i need a second—”
“the fuck you do,” he muttered, lining himself up with your entrance. “you’re fuckin’ soaked. you’re fine.”
and before you could say another word, he thrusted into you, stretching you open in one slow, deep stroke.
"don't care what the fuck you say," he rasps. "bein’ so fuckin’ sweet, it makes me wanna ruin you."
your hands scrambled against his shoulders, nails digging in as you let out a choked sob, overwhelmed, tears pricking at your eyes as he kept moving, his cock dragging against your already-sensitive walls. “k-katsuki—'s too much—”
he didn't stop. didn't even hesitate. he knew better. knew you. if it was really too much, if you truly couldn’t take it, you would’ve said the safe word. and since you hadn’t? that meant you loved this—loved how he was using you, pushing you past your limits, making you take every inch of him.
“yeah? then why’s this pussy still fuckin’ suckin’ me in, huh?” he leaned down, his mouth brushing against your ear. “you know what to say if you really wanted me to stop, sweets.”
you whimpered, blinking up at him, your face hot and damp with tears. your breath hitched when he rolled his hips deeper, making your back arch off the bed.
“you like it, don’t you?” he murmured, dragging his lips along your cheek, tasting the tears running down your face. his hands pinned your wrists down beside your head, locking you in place beneath him. “fuckin’ cryin’ and takin’ my dick so good anyway. knew you’d let me use this sweet little pussy however the fuck i wanted.”
your body shook with every thrust, overstimulated and overwhelmed, but the pleasure was so sharp and dizzying, that all you could do was moan through the tears. you sobbed, back arching, hands clutching at the sheets. it was too much, but it felt too good.
his thumb swiped at your tear-streaked cheek, his other hand pressing down on your lower stomach, feeling the way he stretched you open.
“c’mon, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice husky as he fucked into you harder, deeper, making sure you felt every inch. “be good for me. just take it. let me use you, yeah?”
you could barely think, barely breathe, and yet you nodded. and that was all he needed before his grip on your hips tightened, his cock stretching you wide, and he really started fucking you.
his hips snapped forward, burying himself deeper inside you, groaning as your walls clenched around him, still fluttering. his hand came up to grip your jaw, tilting your head to make you look at him.
“look at you,” he murmured, taking in the sight of you, tears spilling down your cheeks, the way your lips trembled. “so fuckin’ pretty like this. cryin’ for me. takin’ me like a good fuckin’ girl, squeezin’ me so tight, shit—”
your body trembled beneath him, your sobs mixing with broken moans as he fucked into you relentlessly. your arms struggled against his grip, desperate to reach for him, but he only pressed you deeper into the mattress, keeping you pinned.
“k-katsuki—” you gasped, tears slipping down your cheeks. “please—kiss me—”
he should’ve been satisfied with how wrecked you already were, with the way your body clenched around him so tight—but fuck, hearing you beg for his kisses?
that only made him worse.
“tch. still so fuckin’ needy, even when i’m ruining you.”
his grip on your wrists loosens just enough for you to reach up. the second your hands touched him, you yanked him down, crashing your lips against his, desperate for the closeness, for the warmth of his mouth against yours.
katsuki groaned into the kiss, deep and hungry, swallowing your cries as he kissed you hard. his tongue pushes past your lips, claiming you just as much as his cock did. his thrusts didn’t slow, didn’t soften—if anything, he fucked you harder, like he wanted to ruin you completely.
“that what you needed, pretty girl?” he murmured against your lips, his breath heavy, your sobs melting into whimpers. “that why you’re cryin’? ‘cause you needed me to kiss you while i fuck you?”
you nodded frantically, another broken whimper slipping past your lips. “y-yeah—needed you—”
“yeah?” he smirked against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip before kissing you again—sloppier, deeper, making sure you’d never forget exactly who you belonged to.
his rhythm starts to stutter, hips snapping into you harder, sloppier, and you felt the way his body tensed, the way his grip on your hips turned bruising. he forced another helpless cry from you, and he groaned against your lips, drinking in every sound.
"fuck—fuck," katsuki whined, voice raw and desperate as he buried himself deep inside you, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot and ragged, his lips brushing against your own as he lost himself in you. "you feel so goddamn good—s'fuckin’ tight, baby—"
you knew that tone—knew the way his voice cracked when he felt needy, when he was so fucking close to cumming. you loved when he got like this, when all his control slipped away and he was nothing but whiny, desperate need.
"katsuki—" you gasped, nails digging into his back, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "i'm—i'm close, i'm so close, wanna cum together—"
his grip tightened, a strangled groan ripping from his throat as he snapped his hips into you, his pace turning desperate chasing both of your highs. "fuck, yeah? c'mon, baby— wanna feel you cum, wanna fuckin' feel you all over my cock—"
his next thrust sent you over, body locking up as the heat coiled tight in your belly and snapped all at once. your moan shattered into a cry as your whole body trembled, clenching around him so hard its about to break him.
“oh, fuck—” katsuki choked, eyes rolling back as he lost it completely, slamming into you one last time before burying himself into your warm, wet pussy. his whole body shook, breath stuttering as he spilled inside you, groaning out your name like a prayer.
he kept thrusting—shallow, drawn-out rolls of his hips, like he never wanted to stop feeling you, even as he came down from his high. his forehead pressed against yours again, his breath heavy, his body spent.
for a moment, the only sounds in the room were your ragged breaths, your bodies still tangled, clinging to each other as you both came down from your highs. katsuki was still holding you, his grip tight but no longer desperate—just grounding.
then, with a deep exhale, katsuki finally pulled out, rolling onto his side and gathering you against his chest. his arms wrapped around you securely, his large hand rubbing slow, lazy circles into your back. you felt his eyes scan over you with something softer than before—something almost tender.
“you alright, sweets?”
you nodded, still catching your breath, but the way your body trembled slightly didn’t escape him. he scoffs, sitting up just enough to lean over and press soft kisses to your damp forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.
“liar,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it. only warmth. “you cried, y’know.”
you let out a breathy laugh, snuggling closer. “you were relentless.”
he clicked his tongue, one of his hands finding the back of your head, his fingers slipping into your hair, the other resting on the small of your back, holding you close.
you melted into his chest, sighing against his skin. “you’re so warm…”
he smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “duh. i’m literally made of explosions, dumbass.”
you lightly smacked his chest, making him chuckle. but his teasing quickly faded as he tilted your chin up, crimson eyes searching yours. his thumb brushed over your cheek, wiping away the last remnants of your overstimulated tears.
“seriously, though,” he murmured, quieter now. “you okay?”
your heart squeezed at how gentle he was being. how, despite how rough he could be, how demanding, he never once forgot to take care of you afterward. you leaned into his touch, nuzzling his palm.
“i’m perfect,” you smiled sleepily. “because of you.”
“tch. sappy little shit," katsuki exhaled sharply through his nose, looking away. his ears definitely got redder. “you sure, though? i didn’t—y’know… go too hard?”
you hummed, tilting your head to press a lazy kiss to his jaw. “i'm fine, katsuki. i promise."
he just huffed, shifting to grab a towel from the nightstand. “yeah, well, you better be. was holdin’ back just for you.”
you snorted. “that was you holding back?”
katsuki shot you a look but didn’t argue. instead, he started cleaning you up, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. he was quiet as he worked, his brows furrowed in concentration.
“…was it really okay?” his voice was quieter now, hesitant in a way he rarely was.
you cupped his cheek, running your thumb over the sharp line of his jaw. “yes. i’d tell you if it wasn’t, katsuki.”
his crimson eyes searched yours for a long moment before he finally exhaled, tension melting from his shoulders. “good.”
he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips, lingering there as if he never wanted to pull away.
“cause next time, i’m makin’ you cry even harder.”
you groaned, shoving his face away as he laughed, the sound deep and full of warmth.
katsuki didn’t say anything for a moment after—just stared at you, his expression completely unguarded. no sharp smirks, no cocky grins—just raw, unfiltered devotion.
he stared at you like you’d just hung the damn moon. like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
you reached up to brush a few stray strands of hair from his forehead, and he caught your wrist midair, holding it for just a second before bringing it to his lips. the kiss he pressed against your palm was barely there, but it sent warmth blooming in your chest.
“you’re lookin’ at me funny,” you murmured, voice drowsy.
katsuki huffed a quiet laugh, but he didn’t look away. “yeah?”
“yeah,” you smiled lazily back at him. “like i just saved a bunch of kids from a burning building or something."
his smirk was faint, more of a ghost of amusement than anything. he pressing lazy kisses along your wrist, trailing them down to the inside of your palm. “you didn’t save a bunch of kids. you’re just—you. and i dunno what the hell i’d do without that."
your chest ached at the raw honesty in his voice, but before you could say anything, katsuki pulled you in even closer, pressing his face against your shoulder, like he was trying to hide.
“go to sleep,” he grumbled, voice muffled against your skin. “say any dumb shit about it, and i’ll smother you.”
you couldn’t help but smile as you curled against him, feeling the way his arms locked around you just a little tighter. “mhm. goodnight, katsuki.”
and then you smiled—sleepy, content, completely at ease in his arms.
katsuki stiffened. just for a second. just enough for you to feel the way his breath hitched, the way his hold on you tightened like he was trying to keep himself together.
fuck.
that damn smile. that look on your face. like he was your whole world. like you trusted him. like you loved him.
he clenched his jaw, exhaling slowly through his nose, like that would do anything to calm the way his heart was fucking pounding.
"goodnight."
he was fucked. absolutely, completely, and hopelessly fucked.
because thats when katsuki bakugo realized he was in love with you. and he couldn't do anything about it.
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GOOD GRACES
You meet Gojo at a party and tell him he needs to prove his worth before you let him take you out.
Or, the four times Gojo tries to date you and the one time you try to date him.
The dress you’re wearing is impossibly tight against your figure, and this night is impossibly boring. You’re a good friend. A great friend, even. To put yourself in a room with all these stuffy, high society people. You think you deserve some kind of award for it.
When Utahime asked you to join her, there was no contest. Of course you’d say yes to your best friend, no matter how heinous her request was. She’d been unable to find any plus one and she knew half the people at this event would turn their noses up at the fact she’d shown up alone. That was enough to deter you but the desperate look on her face had you accepting.
That’s why you were here, sitting on a table on your own while she mingled with others. You think it might be some alumni event from the rich high school she went to. Jujutsu Tech? You remember she showed you the tuition her parents used to pay once and you nearly passed out. You’re sure that's an amount of money you’d probably never see in your life. God, you hate the rich.
At least some of her peers were hot. You had your eyes on the blonde wearing blue and cream. Definitely boyfriend material. You tug your dress up your body. Utahime was definitely smaller than you, and the expensive dress she’d lent you was much more revealing on your body than it was hers. You wonder what all the high class teachers thought of your cleavage popping out of your dress. You wonder what blue suit thought about your cleavage sticking out of your dress.
“You look like you’re having fun.” A voice teases.
“I’m glad somebody’s fooled.” You reply, looking up at the man standing in front of you.
He’s tall. That’s the first thing you notice about him. You’re sitting down but you’re sure even if you stood he’d still be towering over you, long limbs that cross over a broad chest. You can see the outline of muscle through the black button up he’s wearing, and the thickness of his thighs that stretch his black slacks. And his hair is white. Dusting over his eyes that are impossibly blue, crinkled with amusement as he looks down at you.
You hold a hand out. “Hi. I’m Y/N.”
His brows furrow slightly at your hand. But he still grabs it and his palm is warm as he shakes your hand.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I don’t think I recognise you. You were in the class of 2018?” He tilts his head slightly as he asks the question.
“Oh, God no. I’m here as a plus one.” You shake your head.
“You don’t sound too happy about that.” He grins, taking the seat beside you. You turn a bit so that you're slightly facing him, rolling your eyes.
“Of course I’m not happy about it. This place is way too prim and proper for me.” You sigh.
Gojo laughs. “What, high society not doing it for you?”
“Hell no. It’s like every conversation I’ve had is just a competition of who can brag about their wealth more. I’ve taken to just lying about it all.”
“Lying?”
“Yeah. You have two yachts, then I have three. You have one million, I have two. I can go all day.” Gojo laughs again and it makes you grin.
“Well, Y/N. You’re a good addition to these things. I hate them too. Everyone’s always all over me, you know. I was valedictorian, the teachers love parading me around to the current students.”
The very unsuccessful attempt at subtle bragging is not lost on you. Something about him, the attractiveness and cockiness rang familiar.
“Hm. You’re Gojo, right?”
Gojo narrows his eyes. “How did you know?”
“Oh, Utahime told me about you. Full of himself and tall, amongst other things. I think you fit the bill.” You pat his shoulder affectionately and he pouts.
“I can’t believe she’s been chatting shit about me. I’m a great guy.”
“It’s never the great guys who need to say they’re great guys, my friend.”
He pouts again and you giggle. You lean back, taking another sip of your champagne. You don’t notice the pair of blue eyes intently watching you do it.
“God, there’s a box of chocolate and a movie marathon waiting for me at home. I just need to power through this.”
“Oh yeah? What are you watching?”
“Romcoms. Tooth rotting romcoms.”
“Oh I love romcoms. You know, a lot of women say I’m just like-“
“I’m going to stop you right here.” You hold up a hand in his face and Gojo huffs, reaching up to grab it and move it.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“I’m sure I can guess and none of it makes you look good.”
He’s still pouting and also still holding you. Long, slender fingers that basically engulf your own hand, they’re that much bigger than yours. You wonder what else-
Okay. Maybe no more champagne for you. You tug your hand out his grasp, trying to play off the blush that dusts your cheeks.
“If you wanted to hold my hand so badly you could just say, Gojo.”
“I want to hold your hand.”
You fluster. “Shush. What’s your favourite romcom?”
“You just told me to ask. And.” He pauses, thinking. “27 dresses.”
You grin, now turning to face him completely. “I love that movie!”
“Me too!”
“Wow. I thought you were just lying to get into my pants. But you’ve got good taste.”
“Yeah, I definitely have good taste.” And he looks at you in that intense way again that makes you laugh nervously.
“So what do you do, Gojo?” You clear your throat, changing your mind and downing the rest of your champagne. You could do with the confidence.
“I’m a lawyer.”
“Oh, cool. Like in suits.”
Gojo snorts a laugh. “Yes, like in suits. Though I think I’m much more attractive than that Harvey guy.”
It’s your turn to laugh. He pouts again. “What, you don’t agree?”
“I don’t know. I’ve not actually watched the show.”
“Take my word for it. I am much more attractive than him. I’m taller, too.”
“What, that’s important to attractiveness?”
“Well, you know what they say.”
You roll your eyes, cheeks reddening again. You do know what they say and some part of you knows Gojo is probably not only blessed in the wealth department.
Jesus. You really need to stop drinking so much at these things. You glance at the empty glasses near you and you pretend they don’t exist.
“Gross.”
Gojo grins again, flashing those pearly white teeth.
“So, are you-“
“Gojo, fuck off.”
Utahime’s voice is whispered as she speaks but Gojo’s face twists like he’s been yelled at. He stands and tries to pull her into a hug but she shoves him away.
“Utahime! It’s been so long, you grew up so beautiful!”
“Shove your compliments up your ass, Gojo. Come on, Y/N, we’re leaving.”
You frown slightly, glancing at Gojo who also looks slightly dejected. But Utahime warned you of what he’s like. And while all the flirting and everything was nice you’re sure it’s all just a ploy to fuck you and leave. You were not going to be another woman under his belt. That poor girl that he fucked once.
But he’s so hot. That button up is hugging his biceps so deliciously you have to physically pull your eyes away.
“It was nice speaking to you, Gojo.” His eyes widen as you go to leave.
“Wait, can I get your number?” He asks quickly.
“No, you can’t get her number. I’m not letting you fuck her over.” Utahime snaps, pulling you up on your feet.
For the first time a twinge of irritation crosses Gojos features. “Come on, Utahime, don’t be like that. I’m not-“
“I don’t care, she’s not interested. It was not nice seeing you.” She snarls, dragging you away.
You always commend Utahime on her strong character but you sort of wish she’d just shut up. You give one more wave to Gojo, and you sigh at the sight of him standing there, because you know it's the last time you’ll ever see him.
——————-
It turns out you will see Gojo again. Or more accurately, his wealth.
You walk into your office the next day to see a very expensive looking bouquet on your desk. Blues and whites, all different types of flowers that bend and twist over each other. You slip off the card that’s attached to the bouquet and smile slightly at the very bad drawing of Gojo imprinted on the front. And a phone number scribbled underneath. A quick google search tells you these flowers cost a few hundred pounds. You’re so shocked by the sight of the price you don’t hear Utahime slide up beside you. You do hear her annoyed sigh.
“Let me guess. Gojo?”
You slip your phone in your pocket. “Might not be. I could have a secret boyfriend.”
“Yeah right. Like you can keep a secret for longer than a second.” She grabs the card out of your hand.
“Tell me you’re not going to message him.”
“I think I might. Thank him for the flowers, you know?”
Utahime brows furrow at your sly smile. “Whatever. I can’t stop you. You’re a grown woman. It’s your funeral.”
She raises her hands in surrender and passes you the card again. You pocket it and decide you’ll message him after work. You spend the rest of your shift staring at the flowers, wondering when he’d had the time to even get them here. Had he been thinking about you as much as you had him? Because you had been, last night, as you were falling asleep. Thinking about his height, those slender fingers, that grin. You realised it had been a bit too long since you’d been with a man.
You decide to text him on your way home. You’re squeezed on the train between an old man and a woman you think is about to fall asleep on you.
You: thank you for the flowers mr gojo
Gojo: 😁😁 Did you love them so much
You: I did
You: thought they take up a lot of room in my office
You: how much did you spend on them 😭
Gojo: Only the best for you baby
Gojo: And price is no issue
Gojo: You deserve them
Gojo: Surprised you’re even messaging me
Gojo: Utahime finally lay off?
You quickly realise that Gojo is not against double texting. Or quadruple texting, it seems.
You: I told her to fuck off >:)
You: jk
You: I told her I’m a big girl who knows what she’s doing
You: especially with guys like you
Gojo: 🤔 Guys like me!?
Gojo: Incredibly handsome and rich and talented and funny and smart guys??
You: modest too..
You: no, I mean guys who fuck girls and then expect them to leave right after
Gojo: If EYE fucked you you wouldn’t be able to leave
Gojo: But I’m not like that 🙁🙁 what has Utahime been telling you about me
You: im gonna ignore that first message for ur own good
You: and she told me enough 😒
Gojo: Whats enough
You: what’s your body count first
Gojo: … 😅
Gojo: Okay not fair I used to be a slut when I was a teenager
You: look i won’t say I’m not interested
You: ur hot and ur funny and u have good taste in movies
You: but I’m 24 😭 I’m not getting involved with someone who isn’t considering long term
Gojo: But I am considering long term
You: really?
Gojo: With you yeah
You: you prove that to me then
Gojo: 😫😫😫 HOW
You: YUCK don’t use that emoji
Gojo: 😫😫 WHY
You: looks like ur in the throes of an orgasm
Gojo: LMAOOO
Gojo: I look much sexier when I orgasm thanks
You: okay luckily my stop is next so we can stop talking about your orgasms now
——-
The flowers become a regular thing. So does the texting. You let Gojo know after the third time of leaving them at your desk that this wasn’t proving he was serious about you. He tells you he knows, and that he just wants to spoil you. You pretend that it doesn't leave butterflies in your stomach.
It’s been two weeks and you find yourself growing more and more attached to him. He messages you every morning and every night, during his breaks at work. He sends selfies too, with his three trainees, the smiley one with pink hair, the moody black haired one and the girl with a killer bob. Selfies of him in his suit for work, of him at the gym. You think those are definitely your favourite.
It’s weird that someone like Gojo is interested in someone like you. You’re sure there’s a thousand girls who are prettier and rich like him he’d get on with much better. You told him as much one late night, insecurities churning in your head, the early hours of the morning loosening your lips.
Gojo: Shut up don’t say that
Gojo: I like you because ur funny and kind and ur so smart
Gojo: I could give two shits about how much money you have
Gojo: And you’re beautiful Y/N
Gojo: Why do you think I approached you in the first place?
Gojo: Once you finally say yes ur definitely wearing that dress again 😋
You: thank you Gojo <3
You: and that’s utahimes dress I had to give it back :/
Gojo: I’ll buy you ten like them
You’ve not actually seen Gojo since the party. But you couldn’t mistake the figure chatting to your receptionist as you leave for your lunch break as anyone else.
“Gojo?”
He looks up the second he hears your voice. And you think his eyes brighten a little when he sees you, and he bounds over. He stops in front of you, warm hands dropping on your shoulders.
“Hi, Y/N. I’m taking you to lunch.”
“I’m not going on a date with you, Gojo.” You cross your arms.
He smiles slightly, shaking his head. “Not as a date. As friends. We’re friends, right?” He smiles wider and you couldn’t say no to him if you tried.
You begrudgingly walk out, waving goodbye to Doris at the front desk. She winks at you and you shoo her away. Gojo ends up driving you to a cute little ramen shop not to far from your place. He orders something he insists you’ll love. He commends his choice again as the steaming bowls are placed in front of the two of you. Before you could call him too confident, you practically moan when you take the first bite.
“Oh my god, this is so good.” You speak through a mouthful of noodles and Gojo nods.
“I know! You’ve never been here before?”
“No! If I did I don’t think I’d ever leave.”
The two of you chat about work. Gojo tells you about his latest case, and you listen intently, only a little jealous of how fun it sounds.
“The most interesting thing that happens at my work is someone eating someone else’s lunch.” You huff. “Or maybe the huge bouquets of flowers that keep showing up at my desk.”
Gojo leans forward slightly at the sight of your teasing smile. The table the two of you are on is small enough that when he does so his legs press against yours. You sit up a bit.
“Glad I can bring some entertainment to your office.”
“You’re giving me way too much. I had to give one of the bouquets to my mum, I had no space at my place. And she’s asking questions.”
“Oh yeah? Who’d you tell her they were from?”
“My stalker.”
Gojo splutters. “Your stalker? That’s not fair!”
You laugh. “Why not!”
“Well, that's ruined my first impression. I need my in-laws to like me.”
You roll your eyes. “What happened to this just being lunch?”
Gojo hums. “I can’t be prepared for the future? Who knows what it holds?”
“Shut it you.” You dunk your chopsticks into your bowl
He just looks at you. You glance up at him. You think catching him in the act will make him stop, but he doesn’t. Just keeps staring at you.
“You alright there?”
“You look really pretty today.”
Your face heats and you swallow. “Thanks.”
“This blouse.” He leans forward, fingers curling into the collar of your button up. He’s about one inch away from touching your skin and you want him to, want him to reach and trace his fingers down your chest.
“Looks good on you.”
You nod. Eyes transfixed on his. “T-Thanks. Yeah. Thanks.”
He grins once again, something glinting in his eyes.
————
A week later, the office postman drops something at your desk. An envelope with messy handwriting you can immediately recognise as Gojo’s.
You rip the envelope open and two slips of paper fall out. You quickly deduce that their tickets. Your eyes skim over them quickly. Your mouth drops open when you read the loopy calligraphy on them and you grab your phone, immediately dialling Gojo’s number.
“Gojo! You didn’t!”
“Wait, what did I do?” His voice comes confused down the other line.
“The tickets! To the outdoor movie night thing at the park! They were sold out, how did you get them?”
“Oh, that! Yeah, I know someone who works there that owes me a favour.” You can almost hear the smug tone in his voice but you don’t care.
Because the truth is you really wanted to go. Those outdoor movie parks. You always loved the picnic blankets all spread across a field, watching the sunset behind the movie screen. And not only was this one in the prettiest park in your town, but it was also showing one of your favourite movies ever. You usually went every year and you’d tried to buy tickets but you missed the cut off and they’d all been taken. You tried not to dwell too much in your disappointment, but this was too much.
“God, Gojo, thank you. How’d you even know I wanted to go?”
“You mentioned it like. A week or two ago? When I called you during my lunch break, remember?”
You barely did, so you have no idea how he did. You say as much to him and he laughs.
“I don’t know either. It’s not important. I hope you enjoy them.
He pauses suddenly.
“Also, this isn’t me like- asking you out subtly. They’re yours, you take who you want.”
God. Was Utahime sure this is the same Gojo she had gone to school with? Bceuase the man she’d described was nothing like the one you were on the phone with.
“Shut up, I’m taking you, obviously.”
“You really don’t need to.”
“I know. I want to.”
“Oh. Okay. I’ll pick you up after work, then?”
“I finish at five.”
“I’ll see you then.”
——
It’s been a month and Gojo doesn’t know what to do.
He hates it. Never in his life has he been this enamoured with anyone. It’s usually the other way around and usually he’s the one rejecting unwanted advances. As vain as it sounds, Gojo doesn’t think he’s ever met a woman who’s taken longer than a few days to fall for him. Maybe that’s why he likes you so much more. You respect yourself too much to fall for the stuff his usual girls do.
Gojo will be honest. When he approached you at the party, his one goal in mind was to get you in bed. You just looked so good. Tight dress clinging around your curves, those tits almost spilling out. The expanse of your legs, paired with those heels. God, he’s only human. How could he not come over to you?
But then he’d actually spoken to you. And you were funny, and witty, and he kind of wanted to introduce you to his mother instead of just fuck you. And then Utahime had to ruin it all before he even had a chance.
So Gojo’s been trying so hard to win you over. Done everything he can think of. And it’s worse now, because the more he tries to win you over, the more he gets to know you, and the more he wants you. Not just physically but in every way of the word. He wants to take you out on dates, and wants to introduce you to Geto and Nanami. Buy you necklaces and bracelets that cost half his paycheck, introduce you to his family.
And most of all, though, he wants to spread you open against his bedsheets. Kiss his way down your neck, your chest. Make you whine underneath him, come undone under his hands.
That’s all minor details. Patience is what Gojo needs and what he definitely doesn’t have any when it comes to you.
He walks into his office, cursing the wasted good weather as he signs in. He waves at the receptionist Ijichi, a cheery, starry-eyed man a few years younger than him. Before he can reach his office he sees Yuji and Nobara standing in front of the door, giggling and whispering amongst themselves. Megumi is standing off to the side. He looks uninterested but Gojo can tell by the way he’s slightly leaning towards them he’s listening too.
“Is there a reason you young trainees are giggling in front of my office?” Gojo asks.
He feels oddly like their teacher, even though new hires are sort of everyone’s responsibility. They always only come to him. Megumi is probably his favourite but he’ll never tell them that.
Yuji giggles again. “You didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend, Gojo.”
Gojo’s brows furrow in confusion. He tilts his head to the side. “Apparently I didn’t tell myself either. What are you talking about?”
Nobara joins him, grinning. “Yeah, is she hot? I bet she is, you’re too vain to date someone ugly.” She shakes her head scathingly and Gojo splutters.
“Both of you shut up. Go do some work.” He shoos them away and they stalk off.
Gojo mumbles some choice words under his breath. He walks in and instead of seeing his messily kept desk he’s met with a bouquet of flowers on his desk. They’re definitely smaller than any of the ones he got you, but they’re pretty and pink. He plucks the card off the side and scoffs at the clumsily drawn person he’s guessing is supposed to be you.
Gojo: Blushing so hard in the office rn 🙈
Soon to be gf: do you love them :D
Gojo: They’re very pink
Soon to be gf: does that hurt ur masculinity :(
Gojo: Of course not
Gojo: I love them😆
‘I love you’ is what Gojo wants to say but he holds his tongue. That’s always his issue. Gojo doesn’t love a lot but when he does, he loves hard. Loves so much that he thinks it might kill him, swallow him whole.
He spends the first few hours of his shift idly working, eyes darting to the flowers that sit pretty on his desk. The trainees keep trying to find stupid excuses to walk in so they can try and see who they’re from, but Gojo just waves them off every time. He decides to go out for his lunch break, because the sickly sweet smell of the flowers is only reminding him of everything he doesn’t have.
And then he sees you chatting with Ijichi at the entrance and he remembers what this is all for. Your face lights up when you see him, grinning cheekily.
“Did you like your flowers, Mr Gojo?”
“I did indeed.”
You rest your head on your hand, leaning against the desk. You’re wearing a summer dress, something blue and patterned that clings to your chest and torso and flits around your lower half. The skirt rides up your thighs as you lean forward to whisper something to Ijichi and he curses under his breath.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Gojo walks until he’s right in front of you.
You look up, something mysterious in your face.“I’m taking you out for lunch.”
Gojo tilts his head. “You’re taking me out? What's the occasion?”
“Just felt like it. Come on.”
Gojo follows obediently as you grab his arm, linking yours in it to walk him out the building. You chatter about something or the other. He can’t really focus because the sun is shining off your skin and your smiling and he just wants to reach over and touch you.
“Okay, we’re here!”
You pull Gojo into a bakery. There’s cakes and cupcakes and pies all lined up in glass cases, and the other half of the shop is filled with sandwiches and savoury treats. Gojo is practically drooling as he reads the menu.
“What- Why are we here?” He asks, eyes still trailing over the long expanse of desserts to choose from.
“I know you like your sweets so I looked around for a good bakery and this one was right here, right next to your work! So I thought I’d take you here so I could-“
You pause. “Yeah.”
“So you could what?”
“No matter. Now go pick something.”
You end up taking the desserts to go after the ten minutes it takes for him to decide what he wants. You lead Gojo through some pathways he’s never been down before. He asks you if you plan on murdering him and you roll your eyes. Doesn’t deny it though.
The end result is not his murder location, but a cute park, with ducks and a pond. They sit on a rusty bench dedicated to someone gone, and eat their desserts. You scrunch your nose at the amount of sweets he can eat in one sitting. The two of you talk about everything and anything, until you start looking nervous.
“You okay? You’ve gotten all fidgety.”
“Mhm. I’m okay. Just nervous.”
Gojo is confused. Nervous about what? About him?
“What’s there to be nervous about?”
There’s a soft breeze blowing wisps of your hair into your face. It's only twelve o clock so the sun shines brightly above the two of you. The park is pretty empty, though, the occasional dogwalker or old man idly walking by. You bite your lip, scratching at your cheek.
“I just don’t know how I’m going to ask you out.”
Oh.
Your cheeks flush red almost the same second as the words leave your mouth.
“Shit. Fuck, I didn’t mean- Oh god, I’ve ruined it.” You groan, covering your face with your hands.
Gojo breathes a laugh. “What- What's going on?”
You shake your head, still hiding in your hands. “God, I just. I like you, I realised. Really like you. And I think that- that I want to be with you. So I thought about asking you out and I was going to do all the things you did for me, like the flowers and everything. But I’ve fucked it.”
You look up at him and he looks at the crease between your eyebrows, the small pout on your lips. And it seems the only thing he can do is reach forward and kiss you. His hands reach up and curve under your jaw, fingers toying with the hairs on the back of your neck. You make a little whine as he licks into your mouth and it makes him press closer. He’s sure you can probably feel the arousal on him, and he knows that as he lets his hands slip to the small of your back and pull you onto his lap.
“So beautiful, you know that? Been dreaming about this.” He groans, kissing your jaw, down your neck.
He licks at your pulse and you moan slightly and he can feel the heat on your face as you cards a hand through his hair. You pull him back, and it’s his turn to moan at the pain in his scalp mixed with the delicious pressure of you sitting in his lap.
“Gojo, we- we’re in public.” You laugh.
He leans forward, dropping his forehead on yours.
“I don’t care. I’ve been waiting for you for a month, you temptress.” He sighs dramatically.
“Ask me out first at least, gosh.”
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I hope you all enjoyedddd! i just randomly had the idea for this and i hope you all like it. also i really wanna write smut but i also cringe out so much?? so one day just expect at the end of one of these oneshots y/n getting dicked down!
as always asks are open, so plz feel free to leave me some suggestions!
Maw cleanser or something
glad to see the yee never dies
it is august my dudes
note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works
ikanaide
don't you leave me with maybe
peak romance
dinner's served
it's like that
good boy
helping friends
we can make it if we tried (just the two of us)
let love wash over you
a stranger's compassion
hell's kitchen
plans
drinking games
never have i ever
solaris
anything
through the screen
man repellent yuuji
strawberry kiss
through orange light
heaven surrounds you
music is peace
smooth water
my beautiful boy.
cherry
let the light in
movies
from burnt offerings to bliss
laws of attraction
cupid
summer smokes
a picture is worth a thousand words
heat of the moment
liquid courage