⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ SWEET OBSESSION
⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ SWEET OBSESSION
SUM. gojo is your childhood best friend so why does he watch p*rn of girls that look like you?…
PAIRING: childhood friend!satoru gojo x reader
CONTENT. nsfw, childhood friend troupe, gojo kinda a p*rn addict, kissing, creampie, overstimulation, tit worship, bde, jealous gojo, fingering, oral f!receiving, slight dacryphilia, dumbification, pet names, praise kink, spanking, squirting, nice gojo,
A/N: inspired by the manwha ‘Childhood Friend Complex’
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI.
satoru never liked using his brain too much when it came to relationships. people came in and out of his life and he just went with it. so knowing you for twenty-two years now was natural to him. your moms were best friends so it was just a thing to always see you. you were comfortable, he didn’t have to do anything. you argued and fought but it was never anything serious aftet a week. yes the longest you’ve argued was exactly seven days and you made up after that. why? because that was just how your relationship was.
so how did he end up here, watching your face twist in absolute pleasure as you cried for him to be more gentle….did it just happen or was it the small things…?
“wanna go eat?” satoru easily leaned against you as you studied.
your jaw clenched. “ow!” you dramatically snap, elbowing him in the gut. “get off me.”
“ow!” he grits his teeth, shoving you so you slid slightly off the bench.
“you’re so annoying, seriously!—“ you kicked him, completely throwing him off the bench. neither of you caring about the students passing around campus staring at you. his nerve twitched aggressively on his forehead making you break out laughing, only for him to grab the back of your shirt and yank you down. the one thing he did easily was cup the back of your head so it wouldn’t slam against the concrete. “what the hell!” you yell, not even noticing that little gesture.
“are you on your period or something, why’re you so mean today!” he shouts, rubbing his side.
but he notices you sitting up, slapping your hands to your face as you start shaking with frustration. “I’m just studying.” you fake gag, to which he jumps back. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this exam! It’s so bad! LIKE REALLY BAD!!!” satoru sits back on his hands as he listens to your crying rant until you’re sitting across from each other eating cheap pizza.
“stop i like these,” satoru tries to slap your hand away as you pick the olives from his pizza.
“no i like them more, stop being a baby,” you huff when he grabs your wrist and eats your whole finger taking the olive. you jerk back in disgust, he’s laughing as you wipe your hand on his shirt. “disgusting.”
because it was disgusting. you never thought about satoru, other than the fact that he was an annoying parasite that you doubt will ever leave your life. people doubted your friendship. it started in middle school when the question of if you like each other first came up. you both almost threw up at even being asked that question. but eventually it turned into even more of nuance, especially with the women that whispered about satoru, people highly doubted something platonic can be around someone that beautiful. but even so, nothing changed.
even as it came to the last year of university, all you could do was focus on your studies and the growing anxiety of graduating and actually finding a job. satoru was just someone that you spent a lot of time with. that’s it.
“you have to!” your friend, noah, groans, glaring at you as you both sit in the computer lab editing your final films.
“stopppp I don’t have time for this,” you whine, crying on the table as you push her face away from you.
your other friends take their headphones off as they join the conversation. and that conversation is about your nonexistent sex life.
your head falls back on the chair, staring up at the ceiling.
“just lose it tonight.” noah grabs your hand.
you glare at her, “ya definitely with the boyfriend I don’t have?”
“with anyone!”
you frown.
“everyone does it. seriously the first is just the ice breaker then you can do it with someone you actually like. the first guy just has to be attractive,” shoko — who’s not even a film student but is just here to bother you guys — says.
you whine, covering your ears because you already know how hot your face is and this was the only way you can preserve some of your dignity. “i…I don’t wanna talk about this.” you flush even more hiding in your shirt.
“why, do you want it to be romantic with rose petals everywhere—“
“no!” you blurt. “I-i just want it with someone i can trust…I don’t want anyone seeing me naked.”
“you’re such a baby. I’ve seen you naked a billion times, you’ve got a great body!—“
“I ate a lot during thanksgiving!” you whine, “no one is gonna like that, and I don’t have pretty lingerie—“
noah goes quiet as does shoko because standing by the door is satoru, his lips between his teeth, desperately trying to stifle his laughter.
you notice their eyes and glance up.
your vein snaps the second he breaks out laughing. tears fill his eyes as he cries, it was almost painful how much he’s laughing. “shut up!” you stand up, punching him hard in the stomach.
he buckles over, gasping, but it turns into more laughing on the ground. your jaw clenches, as you grab the back of his collar and pull him along with you. “shut the fuck up!” you groan as he continues laughing.
but eventually you end up at his apartment eating his moms cookies, because she of course gave them to him to give to you.
“do you have something to drink….like alcohol or something?” you mutter, stuffing your face in the kitchen.
satoru raises a brow, “since when do you drink?”
“UGHHHHHH can I do anything anymore!”
satoru cringes. “what the fuck…” he grabs some vodka, soda and two cups. the second he pours them together you snatch it from him and chug the entire thing. you slam the cup on the table.
you stare at him.
he stares back. his brow quirks.
“have you had sex?”
your question definitely flew out of your mouth faster than you could think, but then again, it’s just satoru so who cares.
he sighs, relaxing on the stool grabbing his own cup. you watch him as he takes a long time pouring himself a drink, then watch him slowly drink it. your eyes narrow in annoyance until he meets your eyes.
“i don’t wanna talk about it.”
your nose scrunches. “so you haven’t.” you roll your eyes.
“no! I didn’t say that!” he screeches, whining even more when you shrug him off grabbing some more alcohol to empty your brain.
“everyone’s obsessed with having sex. but guess what! not all of us can do it that easy! i have—i have….” you grab your head, screaming internally as you whine. he watches in amusement, you’ve gotten drunk a couple of times and it always made you do the stupidest shit which you’d regret the very next day.
“I don’t wanna hear it—“
“whatever,” you continue drinking. the topic changing with your mood as you both start bickering again then laughing, but you’re getting even more drunk. and maybe worse than you was satoru. satoru was now thinking about what you were going to say earlier. you have what? you have…needs? expectations?….but that made him start thinking about who would be your first. would they be a nice guy or a mean guy? would you kiss him? would you let them kiss you? what if they use you? what if they break your heart? what if they hurt you…
“fuck I’m drunk,” he grumbles out loud. glancing up at you who is scrolling through your phone. “what’re you doing?”
“huh?” you look up eyes heavy before going back to your phone. “noah and me are going on a blind date tomorrow with some guys.”
“what?!” he shouts, eyes wide. “are you horny or something?! just touch yourself to that ugly ass mma dude with the scar on his mouth—don’t sell your body!”
“I’m not selling anything,” you mutter lazily, still drunk texting your friend to confirm the date. “and nothings gonna happen, I’m not that easy.” you glare at him to which he rolls his eyes, yeah yeah.
satoru was many things. truly. but spying on your date was not one of them. it was an honest coincidence that him and suguru passed by a restaurant and he noticed you sitting by the window. he didn’t even think twice before slamming his hands against the glass scaring the living shit out of you.
you and noah both scream. but the second you recognize the idiot he’s already laughing, rubbing his face on the glass as if he isn’t the one getting all the germs on him. you flip him off and bang on the glass making him jump back laughing harder.
“leave,” you groan when he comes inside standing in front of the table as suguru stands a couple feet away giving you an amused wave. “take him with you.”
“what! I wanna eat here too, is that a crime?? you don’t own the place,” he smiles at you, only for you to scrunch your face in ugly annoyance, especially because it was embarrassing for him to see you on this stupid blind date. you stand up, apologizing to the men as you grab him by the collar pulling him with you.
he coughs, “you’re choking me.”
“I’m not,” you sigh when you manage to get him outside. your lips part as you cover your face suddenly.
his eyes go wide. “woah, i was just messing around, don’t be upset—“
“is this embarrassing?” you mutter through your hands. his brow rises, eyes growing even more when he sees your eyes peak between your fingers, almost seeing the steam coming off your face. what’s with this reaction? why did you kinda look cute?
“is it embarrassing that I’m going on a blind date with randos and I’m in my senior year of college?”
“it’s more embarrassing that you’re embarrassed,” you cover your face again.
you whine, “I know! I’m so nervous, this feels so weird.” you feel so out of your comfort zone. It’s never been hard to talk to people or guys, but in a setting where it’s a date, it was so foreign. “I’m gonna die alone, satoru.”
“ya probably,” he laughs, but then you lean your head against his chest.
“don’t say that,” you mutter. “I can do this.” unbeknownst to satoru who’s suddenly realizing that you actually want to be in a relationship with someone. maybe he shouldn’t be so mean then.
he pats your head. growing even more conflicted when he squints to see the guys you’re having dinner with. you weren’t the naive type, that’s unless it came to relationships and actually engaging with the opposite sex romantically. i mean he can still remember the first time a guy hugged you back in elementary school. the way you were having fun playing jump rope during recess and some boy suddenly stood in front of you stopping the game and then hugged you out of nowhere. you started screaming and hitting him back which resulted in you standing outside the principals office and satoru laughed.
albeit you were still young then so you didn’t know that meant that boy liked you. if he was to remember something more recent then maybe the time you went to the amusement park as a group and satoru knew for a fact one of his friends liked you. and yet the entire time you were absolutely dumb as a brick. laughing and having fun with him not realizing you were basically matching his energy until he tried to lean for a kiss and you backed away stumbling into satoru. it turned into a very awkward moment and satoru’s friend saying that you were leading him on. and now you’re here saying you want a serious relationship but could never take a hint even if it slapped you in the face?
satoru takes a deep breath. patting your head by accident. you look up, eyes so bright under the moonlight that it leaves him momentarily speechless. woah.
he looks away. rather too quickly to be subtle that you lean on your tippy toes grabbing his face with your hands.
“what is it?” you’re staring into his soul.
“nothing!” he tries to pull your wrists away, but why were your hands so soft against his cheek and strong?
“you just stared at me then jerked your head away. what were you thinking??”
“nothing! I just didn’t wanna see you cry like an ugly baby again!”
“I wasn’t crying!” you whine loudly, shoving him.
“you so were.”
“no!”
“yaaa!”
that went on for a couple seconds until you gave up with a scoff. “go, you’re so annoying.”
“gladly.”
satoru turns sharply, only to look over his shoulder again, you were walking back to the restaurant, his eyes skim down your outfit. you were wearing a pretty cute skirt, something he’d rarely ever seen you wear. you were always afraid of the wind or running and your skirt lifting up so you rarely wore them. but he’s never seen this one before, it was a cute black one. he’d definitely be all over it if it wasn’t you who was wearing it. you with your surprisingly soft hands, and big doe eyes. were your thighs just as soft? would they fill his palms if he squeezes them?
his mind easily remembered the question you asked him yesterday. have you ever had sex? why’re you thinking about things like that? is that why you’re on this blind date? did you wanna fuck one of these guys? if he was thinking about how nice the skirt made your thighs look, what’s stopping those guys from thinking the same thing—
“here.”
you pause as you feel satoru tie his jacket around your waist.
“it’s not cold.”
“whatever, take it, it doesn’t match my outfit anyways.” he lies, and you shrug taking it aggressively, trying to say you’re still annoyed by him as you walk inside. that’s when satoru steps in again, grabbing your wrist gently.
“don’t drink too much.”
“okay, dad,” you scoff.
satoru mimics you before rolling his eyes. “I’m just being considerate, idiot. you’re the one that says you wanna wake up early this entire week to finish editing.” you fall silent, frowning as you pucker your lips.
“ya ya.” you give in.
however even though he told you not to drink, that didn’t stop him from worrying. especially when he was in a private karaoke suite with a bunch of hot women and suguru.
“she’s probably still out with those uglies,” satoru mutters, knee bouncing as one of the other girls gets up to sing. that’s when satoru notices she’s wearing the same skirt as you, but it’s not nearly as fitting on her as it was on you.
suguru raises the can to his lips. “if you’re so worried, call her.”
“we’re in a fight right now. she has to call me first.” he crosses his arms leaning back into the couch, legs spread wide.
“how’re you fighting?”
“we just are.”
suguru met satoru in middle school. he was also one of the kids that assumed satoru had a crush on you or was dating you. how would he know? the two of you were inseparable. but the confirmation you two weren’t dating, only opened more stupid thoughts in suguru’s head, such as: you will date in the future then. but that idea became spotty. he no longer understood your relationship especially during high school and especially in college. you were childhood friends since birth, you knew basically everything about each other, both of you swearing up and down that you can’t stand to look at the other, both of you almost throwing up (no joke) when you were put in a closet for seven minutes in heaven back in eleventh grade….and yet satoru seems to have a very specific type.
satoru arrived back at his apartment pretty late. but nonetheless as he leaned back into his bed after a nice shower he easily opened up his phone and scrolled to his messages where suguru sent him another video on x.
“fuck.”
satoru teased himself over his shorts as he watched the explicit video of a girl laying on her back, legs spread as she’s getting fingered while sucking her lover off. it was one of the many videos satoru would watch, even asking suguru to send him more videos of women that look like her. it was subconscious. the sudden spark that would ignite in him when he’d watch videos of women that look like this. he didn’t know why, but that didn’t stop him from tightening his grip on his cock as he tugged and squeezed his painful dick.
his eyes were growing heavy as he felt the arousal buildup, his fat cock desperately wanting to release but then—
BUZZ BUZZ
his breath hitched seeing your face on his screen.
why the fuck are you FaceTiming him?? he clicks decline. cheeks flush as he tries to get in the mood again, but you’re calling again. he declines. that’s when a rapid number of texts start coming one after the other. your messages were spotty. broken words, the sentences weren’t even making sense except for a couple that would say ‘answer’ or in all caps ‘HELLOOOO’ .
his blood level is spiking, cheeks flooding red seeing your stupid face on his screen again that he finally answers.
“WHAT?!”
you’re walking outside, brows pinched as you finally see his face fill your screen.
“i drank too much. and missed the last train…come, satoruu.” you’re whining and throwing a tantrum as you plead with him.
his throat bobs as he sees you squat by a bench. your neckline dipping to show a little of your cleavage and he accidentally squeezes his cock. a choked grunt escapes his lips as you frown even more. your cute face scrunching and your cheeks flushed adorably, fuck you looked completely wasted.
“why is your face all red?”
his heart stops. “it’s not.”
“your face is all flushed.”
“no. you’re just fucking drunk.”
you frown, “come get me, please please pleaseee”
….fucking idiot.
your eyes light up as you see the familiar motorcycle pull up. you bounce up to your feet, with a huge smile as the rain pours down, you were using his jacket as a cover as you run over to him. “satoru!” you cry, hugging him tight as he pats your back, annoyed.
it took almost an hour for him to find you because you had no idea where you were. he couldn’t even go to the restaurant because you all went to another bar, but you weren’t paying attention to the name when you walked in and after you all walked by the water before everyone went their separate ways. so satoru was driving around the entire city, growing annoyed by each passing second, especially when your phone died and it started raining.
“what happened to that fucking portable charger you used with my money?”
“i lent it to noah,” you lean against his leg as thunder starts cracking above pouring even more. you definitely were wearing the worst outfit for the rain. your skirt was dripping wet, stinking to your thighs, and as for the baby blue blouse that was tied with two dingy strings in the back, well it was sticking to your very full chest so that he could see your black bra so easily through the thin material.
his cheeks went hot.
“get on,” he pulls the extra helmet out from the seat handing it to you. it fit perfectly, considering that when he bought the motorcycle he also bought two helmets. one for him and one for you.
you’re a little unsteady, his hand holding your arm as you slip his jacket on, and climb behind him. your stomach growling. “im hungry.”
“shut up.”
he makes sure your arms are secure around his torso. “don’t let go.”
“obviously.” you huff, squeezing tighter as you come closer to him, he can feel you shivering behind him as more rain pours down. he’s silent as he starts his engine again his hand giving yours a squeeze. in response you squeeze back, signaling that you’re ready.
the city was still awake as you drove. your eyes bright under the mask as you looked at the lights. your mind so in the clouds that you didn’t even regret drinking so much, even though it was still pouring, you felt so alive. you were so lost in your head that you even pushed back that feeling you felt earlier. especially after what happened at the bar…
“are you okay?” satoru yells as he feels you squeeze him a little tighter,
you hum, before realizing that he can’t hear you. “ya!” your sing song voice has him laughing, driving just a little faster. he didn’t think about the satisfying feeling that stirred inside him when you pressed yourself fully against his back. your thighs squeezed the seat, as you came closer to him, moving your arms from his torso to stretch your arms out.
satoru was quick to grab your arm and put it back around his torso, gripping your wrist tight:
“idiot!”
you laugh as he drives faster the rain was lighting up, no longer pouring like before. you yell for him to go faster and he does just a little almost running a red light before stopping at the next one. this gave him the chance to look over his shoulder.
“i told you not to move.”
“i was stretching, idiot.”
he tsks, “same thing.” your arms wrap around his torso fully as you press your chest against his shoulder blades, whining in the helmet. “don’t fucking cry.”
“im not crying. my clothes are all soaked because of the seat and my panties are wet too now!”
what the fuck?! satoru mentally screams, are you dumb? you can’t say things like that to him. he’s still a man at the end of the day. asking him about sex, wearing a short skirt. you’re you! the stupid idiot that’s been stuck by his side since practically ever. but now there is an explicit image in his head of your panties being soaked to transparency. were they black like your bra. what if they’re blue like your blouse? and now they’re so wet from the rain and sitting on his seat that it’s stuck to your folds—
“s-shut up!” he stammers, so hyperaware of your proximity that he feels his lower stomach burning up. your legs were all wet and your thighs were pressing into his side.
satoru wanted to drive faster to finally get you away from him, but he was also aware of your safety.
“finally!” you sigh, arms in the air as he parks his motorcycle in front of his high end apartment complex. “help me.”
satoru sighs, taking off his helmet and turning in the seat to help you. your leg casually moves on his thigh as he tilts your chin up, undoing the clip. he can feel your eyes on him under the mask, but his own mistakenly drift down to your skirt which was lifted high up your thigh revealing a glimpse of your very soaked panties.
you take the helmet off. your eyes blinking as satoru remains sitting, turning away from you. “let’s go inside, I’m hungry.” you move off the bike as satoru still remains seated ,his hand covering his face. your brow quirks. “satoru.” you move to touch his shoulder when he grabs your wrist. your eyes wide. “woah, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
he lets go, grabbing his helmet and going inside.
sometimes he thanks god that there is no such thing as mind readers. because if their was one, he’d definitely be labeled as a fucking pervert. the image of your panties was imprinted in the front of his brain as he replayed that image over and over. have you ever had sex? your stupid question sent him into a spiral. who’s gonna be the one to see your panties? were they gonna treat you well? would he treat you well? would they peal your panties to the side and see your wet glistening pussy—
“satoru, go make some ramen,” you push him into the kitchen. your arms stretching above your head as you groan. “i had such a long day. I’ll need to get up early tomorrow too. I don’t think i can.”
the way you were talking sounds like you’ve sobered up some more. you were still pretty hyper and in a good mood, which he found interesting. that’s when he finally asked about your date.
“oh it was good. he’s an architecture major. they’re always doing projects and their classes are just as long as my film classes,” satoru hums. “oh i should call my mom. i told her I’d tell her when I’m home.”
satoru doesn’t even respond because you’re stupid date is now on his mind. did you tell him about your projects too? but you usually brainstorm with him. you probably didn’t. you don’t know how to talk to guys anyways. but you still looked to be in a good mood. satoru poured the ramen into two bowls as he dropped a hard boiled egg in each. “here you go.”
he places your bowl in front of you. he glances up and his heart nearly stops.
your eyes are wide as you stare at his phone screen and he knew exactly what you were looking at because he could hear it. the lewd sounds of some girl choking on a guys cock and the squelching of her pussy as she’s getting finger-fucked to tears, even the clap of his palm hitting her pussy rang in his ears and made him see bright pink—
“christ, y/n!” satoru yanks his phone from your grasp as he x’s out. his ears were bright red. as he feels his face unbelievably flushed. “what the hell.”
satoru can’t even bare to look up to see your face and wait to hear your loud laugh. but he still does. his eyes go wide.
you’re not laughing. your eyes were down as you stared at your lap and your hands balled into fists around your wet skirt. you looked like the most flustered person in the world. satoru felt another wave of pink wash his face as he stared at you’re flustered face. he can’t remember ever seeing that reaction from you.
“sorry.” you finally mutter. “i was just gonna text my mom. but i opened and um…yea.”
satoru felt even more embarrassed just hearing you explain and apologize.
“it’s fine. just eat.”
he shoves your bowl closer to you as he also starts shoving his face. you awkwardly take the chopsticks and start eating. the sound of your slurping echos in the living room which made your mind wander back to what just happened and the tension only grew. satoru grabbed the remote and turned on the most random show you both have seen before just to fill the awkward silence.
you felt so sober. like the video snapped you back to sanity that even you could process what you’d seen.
“do you watch porn a lot?”
satoru chokes. he coughs violently, glancing at you. “shut up.”
“it’s just a question.” you huff.
satoru keeps his eyes on the tv, “it’s a stupid fucking question.”
“you didn’t even bother swiping out, kinda makes it seem like you watch it a lot.”
“I don’t!” satoru’s face is bright red, almost flaring so bright he might catch on fire. you feel overwhelmed seeing him like this, especially when he runs a hand through his hair almost pulling at it.
but a few more minutes pass. after you finish your food. the next episode playing, and you open your mouth again.
“she kinda looks like me..”
“huh?”
“the girl in the video kinda looks like me.”
satoru snickers, loudly. you narrow your eyes. “no she doesn’t.”
“ya she does, her hair is the same and she’s the same size as me too-“
satoru rolls his eyes shaking his head, what kind of assumption even is that? “her boobs are much bigger than yours.”
“they literally aren’t!”
“oh ya? then prove it!”
“fine!”
it seems that both of you have lost some brain cells, because your arms are pulling at the wet strings of your blouse, tossing it off, leaving you in your tight skimpy black bra. satoru swallows thickly as he feels his cheeks flush again. your skin was damp, and your chest was heaving slightly from the fueled fight.
“same size.”
satoru leans his chin in his hand. eyes looking at your chest. “I can’t see.”
fuck, he really is a pervert. it’s you for crying out loud. just yell at him and call him a fucking weirdo. but instead you’re grumbling and moving your arms behind your back, unclasping the material until your bra is landing on your lap letting your full tits hang out. satoru’s hand envelopes his chin and mouth as he stares. your nipples were pretty, his mouth salivating as they turned hard.
“now you can’t say anything.” you feel warm. you want to cover yourself, but he was staring so hard, he’s never stared this hard before. and at you nonetheless. it was making you feel warm all over.
satoru rubs his chin, his chest was hammering as he felt so fucking confused. you look so fucking hot, and your eyes were not looking away from him.
“satoru?”
“hmm?”
“admit it.”
he grins, “admit what?”
“that the girl looks like me.”
“what girl?”
“the one in the video!” you slap his chest, and he’d slap you back if he didn’t catch the way your boobs bounced slightly from the action.
he leaned forward, hand placed in front as his hand moves to your tit. “the girl in the video doesn’t have this.” his thumb brushes a small mole under your nipple, one that he’s never seen before.
you hold his wrist, confused. you’re always confused, but never about satoru. no he was the only thing you’re ever sure about. you knew everything about him, seriously everything. but you don’t know about his sex life, or that he watches porn, or what kind of face he’s making right now…you didn’t want to admit it, but you liked not knowing something about him.
“what?” your head tilts, wet hair swaying that satoru can’t help but smile nervously.
“you have a couple moles here,” he’s staring up at you. still leaning against his arm. his eyes fall down to your perky tits. “let me…” his words are stopped by his own actions. his lips wrapping around your nipple sucking gently.
you gasp in shock, hand falling behind you as the other touches his shoulder. his lips suck like a greedy baby until it feels like he’s kissing you and swirling his tongue around the bud. “s-satoru…” you gasp in pleasure. “what’re you doing?” your fist tightens on his shirt.
he’s not drunk. but his head is filled with heat, his lips can’t stop attacking your boobs. fuck he loved hearing your little gasp, and sucking your nipple was making him so fucking turned on. he wanted more.
you whine under your breath, gently pushing his shoulder back away from your chest until his lips unattach, leaving a string of spit connecting his lower lip and your nipple. “you’re being weird.” you’re slightly out of breath, especially when you’re staring down at your best friend, his face completely flushed and his eyes darker than usual. “it’s not fair that you’re seeing me like this.”
“you’re the one who wanted to compare,” satoru snickers, sitting up. “are you embarrassed?”
“no.” you frown, moving to cover your tits up but he moves to grab your chin, his thumb caressing your cheek unexpectedly.
“we didn’t finish comparing?”
you raise a brow, only to feel satoru moves his arms around your waist pulling you forward letting you fall back, catching yourself with your arms. “wait, what’re you—satoru!”
fuck. his eyes were big, staring between your spread legs. your panties were still wet and completely transparent that he felt himself grow more pre-cum into his boxers.
“I’m surprised you didn’t wanna change,” he’s almost mumbling, dragging his hands across your thighs, squeezing the flesh making you flush deep. you move a hand to his shoulder again, especially when he leans down, kissing your sternum. it was surreal hearing the sounds of his lips leave wet kisses across your breasts. your legs were spreading unconsciously the more he leaned down, his hand rubbing your thighs.
“you never wear low tops, is it because of your tits?” he laughs against your skin, making your cheeks hot.
“you’re not being fair,” you push him back, sitting up.
he frowns, “what?”
once you’re sat, your hand moves down under his shirt. you immediately feel his abs, your cheeks grow warm as you caresses his skin. “do you jerk off a lot?”
his head falls back. “quit asking about that.”
“why?”
“because I don’t wanna tell you.”
“but why?”
“because!”
“because why?!”
“because it’s fucking nasty, you don’t need to hear it!”
your eyes narrow. his cheeks are red and his own brows are creased together. you lean forward, hand going up his chest, until it rests on his sternum. “you never talk about sex….are you a prude or something?”
his jaw clenches, swallowing thickly as he feels your hand push his shirt up, helping him take it off. seeing your satoru so flustered was making you jittery. since when was he so cute and fucking hot. his body was definitely bigger than the average guy. was he always this big? i mean you were taller when you were younger but he basically hit the ceiling in eighth grade and just got taller since. but for some reason you didn’t notice him building so much muscle. “did you get bigger?”
his eyes stare at every move you’re doing. “ya I guess,” he took up mma earlier this year too for no apparent reason. “you like?”
you hum, “it’s hot.” you eye his firm abs, your legs squeezing together as you watch the way his stomach flexes, your finger circling his nipple.
“shit.” your lips connect with his nipple, sucking gently making him jump. you hum around him in pleasure as he lets you suck for a couple seconds before pulling you off. his face beat red, holding your shoulder back. “what’re you doing??”
“I’m just doing what you did?”
were you really clueless?
“you…” he feels so flustered, the way your cute lips wrapped around his nipple, arching over him as you sucked. “i can only do that.”
“why? i liked it, so i did it to you??” you were annoyed with him. why is he being so confusing? “what—hey!”
his hand covers your eyes because he couldn’t handle the way you’re staring up at him topless and dumb brained. “stop talking.”
“what’re you—“ his lips brush yours, hesitating for a second before kissing you.
you’re frozen, lips part as he continues kissing you. “kiss me back.” he whispers. you feel like burning through your skin as you kiss him back. his hand still over your eyes as he kisses your bottom lip, sucking it, only for you to hold his wrist . fuck you’re so submissive.
you pull away, lips wet as you remove his hand. his eyes flick down to your chest as you stare up at him.
“how was it?”
your cheeks are so cute and full, and he almost has to bite his tongue when you lean forward and hold his face. “another one.”
ah fuck. his lips crash into yours again. it was messier this time. your lips felt so inexperienced against his, but feeling your tongue try and play with him and follow his lead had him yearning for more. you’re so cute. his hand moves to grab your boob again, squeezing it in his palm as you whine, hand moving up to grab his fluffy hair. “ach…toru,” you pant, catching your breath. “I like kissing.”
“i bet.”
you’re still panting, lips grazing his again as you move closer to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “have you kissed anyone before?”
why’re you asking him these questions?!
“it doesn’t matter.”
you’re so drunk off his lips that you kiss him again and again. his arms move to wrap around you, hoisting you on his lap as you pant, hands holding his cheeks as he feels your ass. his mind was going crazy as his palms groped you. your cheeks were so soft as he kneaded the flesh.
you wanted more….why have you never experienced this before? and satoru was here the whole time. if you knew he would be here you should’ve brought it up sooner. wait…what’re you thinking? should you be doing this? this isn’t something you should do with him—
“satoru,” your arms wrap around his shoulders, face hot as you press yourself against his chest. dodging his lips so it connects with your cheek.
he groans, the deep low rumble making you flush. “don’t turn away from me.” he huffs, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together.
you squirm, hitting his forearm as you shake your head, but he just laughs. “stoph hit.” he laughs even more as you talk with your cheeks squished until you start pulling his hair, hard.
“ack!” he winces as you tug harshly making him loosen his grip on your face and reach for his head. you’re laughing, until you feel something hard between your legs.
your face bursts with heat as you freeze. satoru grunts, yanking your wrist from his hair. he then notices your tense body, your eyes looking down at your seat. he immediately realizes what’s going on and feels more heat rush to his head. “are you gonna do something?”
your words had him staring at you with wide eyes. “oh um ya.”
he does a cautious roll of his hips, pushing his bulge against your wet panties, the feeling wasn’t foreign. you’ve touched yourself more than once, but it definitely was different. you had more of a reaction, especially as you smelled his aroma. you’ve never been affected by his scent till now. you remember all through middle school when you’d both finish soccer practice, but satoru reeked like no other. especially when he’d come back from jujutsu practice in high school and would purposely bother you. however seeing his face so flush now, and the small beads of sweats sent a new kind of pleasure flooding between your legs.
“can you take your pants off?”
his throat bobs as he hums lifting his hips up as you move to sit next to him watching him shuffle out of his cargo pants. your eyes focused on the prominent outline of his dick through his boxers. he turns back after discarding the annoying material, his breath catches.
you looked so flustered.
his mind was recalibrating. is this a good idea? will this ruin your friendship?
“I’ll take mine off too.” you mutter, only for satoru to almost faint. his hand stretching out to hold your wrist. you glance up, and he immediately realizes how confusing this ordeal is and he doesn’t care. his lips attack yours again. the moan that comes from the back of your throat has him groaning. he cradles your head, tongue playing with yours as you whine, touching his chest as you feel his muscles under your palm. it was electric, the chills that broke across your body as the sudden pulse between your legs the more satoru’s hands squeezed and caressed.
“spread your legs.”
you obey so easily you’re immediately embarrassed. cheeks hot as you stare up at satoru as he licks his lips. your hands fall on your chest, tummy warm as he trails his palm down until his finger plays with the waistband of your panties.
he glances up. “why didn’t you wear any shorts?”
“they were in the laundry…” you flush. satoru hums, still fiddling with your panties, the tension rising even more. you moved to close your legs, but he pushes his body between them, preventing you from achieving your goal. his arm wraps around one of your legs, hoisting it up on his shoulder and kissing your calf.
why the fuck?! your skin broke into a hot mess, eyes dizzy as his thumb caressed your clothed pussy, as he left kisses up your legs. his thumb pushing your transparent panties between your wet folds, smiling at the squeak you let out once he found your clit. “ya look so dumb.” he laughs, making you huff — you cover your face, but his hand reflectively catches your wrist pulling it down.
“you just made fun of me.”
“it was a joke.” he sighs, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “i was just joking, idiot.”
you scoff, moving your hand to grab his hair until he catches it again. your brows pinch in annoyance. why is he suddenly using his strength against you? he’s never like that. satoru liked being messed with, and now that you’re thinking about it, he’s manhandled you a couple times without you even noticing. but why are you suddenly aware of it now?
satoru’s eyes narrow once you turn your face away, closing your eyes. “what the hell?”
“what?”
“why’re you looking away?”
“your face is ugly.”
he scoffs, “so why am I staring at you?”
“cuz im not ugly.”
he laughs loud. “as if.” he notices the vein popping in your head. “lemme see that ugly face.”
his hand grabs your face, once again, forcing you to look at him against your will, your eyes remained shut, so he decided to lean even closer, and lick your eye.
“ew, satoru!” your eyes blink open as you try to wipe your eye, but satoru can only lick your cheek then. even spitting. “what the hell?!” you whine as he continues to litter your face with his salvia. the licks turn into very wet kisses as he licks your ear and cheek, biting your bottom lip and running his tongue over it. you’re initial disgust oddly and quickly, morphes into surprising pleasure. your nails scratching his undercut, dragging them to his damp curls as he grunts in pleasure.
his hips start to rock into you again, it felt even better without his pants. he felt like a dog, so desperate for relief, but also finding more pleasure in the slow burn of it.
“you’re so disgusting,” you sigh into his lips.
his lips curl, “fine by me.” his tongue laps at your lips dramatically, making you flush because you weren’t disgusted by it. “not gonna push me off?” he chuckles.
“no,” you sigh, holding his neck as you pull him to your lips again. your tongue sticks out as he smiles, licking yours as he lets a small amount of spit go into your mouth. you tug his hair, but not in the usual way.
his judgement now completely clouded, he suddenly pushes his body up and grabs your legs easily. your lower half is on his lap giving him easy access to bury his face between your legs.
you gasp, back arching in surprise. “satoru!” you cry, eyes wide as he pushes your panties to the side, kissing your folds. what the fuck is this look? he looked completely hypnotized. eyes drunk as his tongue pushed between your folds, licking a bold strip up to your clit, making your whole body shudder.
“did ya learn this from p-porn?” you gasp, pushing his hair back as he moans into your pussy. your arousal fills his tastebuds as he slurps more.
“stop asking about that.” he groans, especially when you start tugging his hair, but instead of his usual annoyed face, his eyes flutter shut, the tugging egging him on. “taste so good.” he moans, pushing his tongue into your pussy hole as his nails dig into your thighs. the sounds of his lips against your pussy were lewd. your eyes fluttering shut as you felt something inside you. your pussy was drenched, the sweet taste of your arousal coating satoru’s tongue filling his head. his best friend tastes like heaven!
“sa-ah-toru—more, ungh ngh more,” you whine, tugging his hair harder as you buck your hips to meet his lips, eyes hazy as you gasp, moans getting a little more high pitched as satoru sucks your clit into his mouth. he was being greedy, hearing you cry out loudly, pulling his hair hard until you cum.
your legs shake as you press his face against your pussy, feeling him groan, not realizing he was looking at you the entire time until you’re pushing his head back.
“fuck, you’re mean,” he groans rubbing his head from the harsh tugging. your chest is heaving as you stare up at the ceiling. you’ve never cum that hard when you touched yourself. “y/n?”
satoru moves into your line of vision. his face flushed as he stares down at you. his mouth and chin covered in your juices making your pussy clench. fuck his dick really hurts. your hand reaches up, and satoru leans down licking your palm as you wipe the mess off his face. “you’re such a dog,” you tsk. his eyes lighting up as he leans down, kissing your neck.
“but you’re the one being such a good girl,” his words sent a red hot blaze pierce through your veins.
your hand moves to your face covering your mouth as you look away. “s-shut up, dog.”
satoru’s eyes go dark, you were so fucking hot. his arms easily lift your legs up, pulling your skirt and panties off, tossing them aside. you glance up, heart beating rapidly, he was pushing his boxers down—
what the fuck.
s-satoru was big.
fuck, why was he so big?? your tummy felt hot as you reach for his neck. “sat—“ his tongue pushes into your lips, swallowing your words as he pumps his cock, wincing slightly as he drags his tip between your folds making you gasp.
“wrap your arms around me.”
his command was easily obeyed, and in seconds, his arm wraps under your ass lifting you both up. you press your cheek to his as you pant. “he really is strong”.
“i know,” he laughs, making you speechless at the cockiness. fuck he really is a dick. satoru is kissing you nonstop. eyes open as he makes his way to his bathroom, leaning you on the counter, arm still around your waist as he rummages through the cabinet and ripping open the condom box. it was messy. he falls back on the ground where your clothes are and rips the condom open.
“you’re so fucking wet,” he points pushing his tip inside without warning. he’s kneeling with spread legs, holding your thigh and lower back angling your hips up. this was unlike anything ever.
your throat is dry, full of shocked gasps and surprised moans. “w-wait…” your lashes flutter, chest heaving as you stare up at your best friend. “you wanna have sex with me?”
satoru snorts, nails digging into your flesh as he leans over, bending you up so he can be up in your space. “i know you’re slow, dummy.” he bites your cheek. “but we’re both naked right now. I just sucked on your fat tits, and my dick is really fucking hard because of you so ya, we’re gonna have sex.”
“ookay.”
satoru melts.
he buries his face in your neck. your heart beating quicker as he turns his face to your neck as you feel his lips move. “one word?”
“ya. I wanna do it.” satoru trails his lips to your ear. his breath was hot and heavy especially with his annoying dick poking its tip on your clit.
“do you wanna do it with me?”
you can’t pinpoint the reason your heart skipped a beat. but you hum to his question. “please.” you roughly tug his hair up, a groan escapes his lips as he sits up, grabbing your thigh and dragging his cock between your folds. his eyes are laser focused on the first stretch of your hole, pushing his pink tip inside.
you squirm, head turning at the painful stretch. satoru however groans in absolute pleasure, your soft walls squeezing him so beautifully. “fuck you’re amazing.” your tits heave, hand holding his wrist as he drags his cock out and back in. your body feels hot as satoru starts fucking his hips faster, the pace picking up making your body squirm as you whimper.
“s…slow—slow please—“ you reach for his bicep, eyes wide as you feel the stretch sting, a shock running up your spine.
“you’ve never liked anything slow before,” his devilish smile makes you dizzy. you knew satoru was a cocky bastard, but seeing him like this was making your mind cloudy. but he still slides his hand below to the dimple of your lower back, smiling the second he pressed into it making your back arch like a button. “ha good girl.”
“satoru!” you moan out as you feel him slide deeper, his words were mean, like always, but his touch was gentle and intimate.
how else would he handle you? he wasn’t even conscious of it, because he always handled you with care. your soft skin like smooth glass, your whimpers like soft melodies — he wanted to hear you more clearly, his best friend that sounds so fucking hot whimpering and crying because of him. he leaned back lifting your legs up as he kissed your inner knee, pressing his cheek against your leg as he watched the drag of his fat cock disappear into his childhood friends pussy.
your eyes were big and full of bliss as he thrusted into you. your pussy sucking him in with each clap, as he groans. fuck you were beautiful to look at. you pussy crying as he hammered himself deeper into you, his mind going hazy as he saw another side of you. one so intimate it was only fitting for him to see.
“ngh ugh, wha-toru, I’m gonna c-cum!” a sudden glint shot in his eyes, your moans making his stomach flip with excitement as he smiled so big you crashed out.
“s-shit!” he swore loudly— you cried, squeezing him to death as you shook with pleasure. satoru released the coil he was holding back, filling the condom with his hot seed. “didn’t think you’d cum that fast.” he chuckled, pulling out and wrapping the condom and tossing it to the side. you were panting, but you felt his arm lift your legs up, staring down at your messy hole.
he slid your body to the side, it was embarrassing how easy he handles your body. you were a heaving mess, not realizing he was rubbing his raw cock between your folds again. until he grunts a gentle… “take it again.”
your hand shoots out grabbing his forearm, your nails digging into his skin as you gasp, cheeks flush as you look up at him and your breath fucking catches. his cheeks were just as flushed, his chest sweaty and hair pushed back as he gripped your thighs, with one single muscular arm, keeping your legs together and to the side as he kept his own big thighs spread apart as he pressed his still erect dick against you. has he always been this hot?
“you wanna take it again, right?” satoru rests his cheek against your legs, hugging them close like you were the most precious thing in the world.
“h-how can you go again?” you pant, still holding his arm as you glance away from him. suddenly feeling embarrassed by his unwavering gaze.
satoru slides his engorged tip past your folds, rubbing his pre-cum with your slick. “because i thought about being inside you again…” his jaw clenches as pushes in feeling you squirm again. “and ngh fuck it made me wanna fuck you again. feel you clench around me raw.”
you choke as he slides deeper than before. “I wanna see ugh if i can put it-it all in this time—fuck!” satoru throws his head back as he pushes in your tight fucking pussy. keeping your legs together like this was making you even tighter and it felt so delicious.
“y-you put it in before—“
“not all of it, pretty.”
even though your childhood friend’s dick is currently inside you, pulsing and stretching you out in ways you couldn’t even imagine, the thing that made your skin break into a hot mess was hearing that one silly nickname. “shit, you’re squeezing me to death, pretty girl,” satoru chokes as you clench around him again. “fuck.”
you’re burying your face to the side, face hot as satoru grips your legs, abs clenching as he feels your gummy walls tighten around him. “s-shut up.”
his eyes flick over to your turned face. “wh-what?” his jaw is clenched as he grunts again, jamming his cock deeper making you claw at your shirt on the floor. “fuck-you’re fucking tight, baby.”
your hand goes up to his face, covering his mouth as you squeeze around him again and that’s when the realization dawns on his flushed face.
you feel a devilish smile form under your hand which drops when he pulls out, grabbing your legs and hoisting them up. he slides his entire length in causing your arm to fall. he grabs your wrist, swearing with a smile as he pants. “what is it, pretty?”
“d-don’t!” your eyes flutter , as you try to turn your face again but his grip on your wrist was tight as he pulls out, glancing down at the slick that fully coats the base of his throbbing cock, and pushing it back inside you hearing the squelch. he starts to pick up an even pace that sends shocks of pleasure through your body.
“ah fuck, you’re such an idiot,” satoru grunts, leaning down as he fucks you harder, the claps of his thighs meeting your ass made your head spin. his hand slid to hold your cheek the drool coating his palm as he turned your face over. “ah..aha ya that’s it.” he felt your hot breath fan right on his face as he stared at how pretty you are letting him fuck you. and you were getting soo turned on by silly nicknames, your pussy felt even sweeter. “cmon, praise me too. ngh tell me how much ya like it, baby.”
“i-i like it,” you gasp, whining when he pushed one leg down and holding one up to his chest fucking you deep. “angh tor-u fuck I like it—I like it!—you’re dick is fucking me so good! angh so big—“
you can’t even register the fact that you’re climaxing until you were gasping in his kisses. “you’re so hot when you cum, pretty girl.” your thighs clench together as he drools in your kiss until you’re meeting his same energy and force. his kisses were so messy and mean, like you were going to disappear, but his hand cradled the back of your head like his most precious thing. you whine in his mouth, hand going to wrap around his shoulders. “easy,” he sighs, once again handling you gently as he turns you around, kissing your shoulder as he keeps a secure arm around your waist, right under your tits.
“j-just tell me to turn,” you heave, chest rising and falling as you come down from the previous orgasms. you feel satoru smile as he rests his cheek on your shoulder looking up at you as you glance down.
“but you’re just my dumb pretty girl. I haveta do everything for ya. ain’t that right?” you glare at him, of course he’s still a fucking smartass. but still it makes your cheeks hot and your eyes roll. “no comeback?”
“you want me to say something?”
satoru smiles, kneeing your legs apart as he presses his leaky dick against your pussy. “my name wouldn’t be bad..,.angh haha there we go, you’re so sensitive,” he chuckles feeling your pussy flutter against his tip.
your arm holds his as you squirm. “fuck, angh why are you so big?”
“you almost sound like you’re complaining?”
you whine as he pushes in again, the stretch was fucking thrilling, “because I amm!”
“ah!” you yell, the spank to your clit pulsing. “what the fuck!” you glare at him, and he breaks into a laugh as he kisses your neck, his tongue running in circles as he pushes his painfully hard cock even deeper, groaning as he slaps your clit again to be even more mean.
“ahh!” you cry, nails digging into the forearm under your tits. your pussy was twitching like crazy, gripping him much tighter than before, clearly sensitive from the abuse he was giving your poor swollen clit. “s-satoru, stop hitting it.”
“holy fuck, you feel like heaven,” he continues to play with your clit no longer slapping it, but rubbing harsh circles and occasionally pinching it to invoke a deathly squeeze that left his entire body shaking from the edging.
your eyes begin to cross as he starts going faster again, his pace was always building up, but he was going for much longer than you were expecting. his arm moved up, grabbing a handful of your tits as he scratched and twisted your nipple making you cry, head falling back on his shoulder.
“just like that, babygirl,” he laughed, bouncing you on his dick as you grow dumber by the second. “my dumb baby! fuck your pussy is so good!” your juices coat his thighs and balls, it was so cute how much of a mess you were making.
your head is spinning at the relief and pleasure coursing through your veins.
“ngh fuck, toru, you’re so big, faster—pleaseplease…nghh ha ha!” you were absolutely delirious.
satoru was fucking pussy whipped, his cock hurt with the edging he was doing, slowling the pace when he’d feel himself about to cum, then picking it up again to make you cum on his dick. he was selfish. very much so that he needed you on every level, including this, and he didn’t even realize how starved he was until he got a taste of you.
“scream my name, shit—I’m gonna cum, fuck wanna fill you up!” satoru’s deep grunts and moans was fucking hypnotizing,
your insides tightening, stomach clenching as you cry, turning your face to kiss him. it was messy, and barely a kiss as you moaned into his mouth, tears running down your face as you felt his fat cock start to twitch and grow inside you, every vein sliding against your walls as he holds you up with his strong arm.
“come on—cmon hngh cum with me,” satoru was shaking as he held you unbelievably close fucking his hips even harsher and faster the clapping filled your ears until he started groaning loudly.
“satoru!”
he couldn’t even register what happened.
the relief that burst in white ropes filled his soul. his drawn out groan became hiccups as he groaned with each thrust into your tight fucking pussy, feeling more ropes of his hot white cum spill into your tight walls, his cock engulfed by sticky warmth as you shook.
“fuck me,” his presses his face into your neck as he shakes, his balls tightening as you squeeze around him. “shit, too much.” he whimpers. only to realize how limp your body is. “baby?” his arms relax around you, only for you to fall back into his chest, “shit.” he holds you up, his hand coming up to your face, slapping your cheek lightly trying to wake you back up. “open your eyes,” he continues slapping you until you’re blinking. “there we go.”
“wha—ah,” you jump at the sticky mess. your insides making you squeeze around him as satoru held your face to the side looking at him. “what happened?”
“you passed out is what,” he looked angry. your lips frown. “did you feel me cumming inside ya?”
your face burns. “what the hell?!”
“did you??”
“shut up, oh my god,” you groan, flustered by the question. but he doesn’t stop, instead he lifts you off him, his soft cock sliding out as more cum oozes out of your hole, but instead of placing you down, he keeps you up, arm hooked under your legs, as his free hand cups your pussy, shoving two fingers deep inside.
“wait!” you cry, shaking as satoru starts fingering his cum back inside, making you cry out. “I said wait! I can’t—satoru,” you cry out, nails digging into his arm as you feel him press his thumb against your clit until you’re shaking with pleasure.
“fucking dumped so much cum in you and you weren’t even conscious for it,” satoru grunts, he really sounded annoyed, but you didn’t care, because you were coming undone, legs shaking as you suddenly felt a new feeling start to come over you.
“sa—toru—wait wait!—angh!” you’re entire body shakes, as your pussy squirts aggressively. satoru’s eyes grow wide, hand drenched. “what the fuck,” you cry, covering your face as satoru puts you down, rubbing your pussy gently.
“fuck you,” you slap his arm hard. your chest heaving and your legs shaking, as you keep them closed.
“you just squirted.”
“ew shut up,” you’re beyond embarrassed. that’s not a flex. you just made a mess! but your best friend didn’t look upset, especially as he loomed over you, his eyes looking over every inch of your body. his hand coming up to rub your belly. “you better only do that for me.”
“weirdo,” you cover your chest but he pushes your arms open, hand gropping your boobs. “you really like my boobs?”
“hmm.”
satoru leans down, tongue falling open to suck on your tits again. “if only there was milk.”
“the fuck! oh my god,” you slap his head, making him laugh, but continues sucking. his hips roll slightly, put you manage to reach a hand down to grab his semi hard cock, he moans around your nipple. his cock was sticky but you didn’t mind, it made you blush just holding it, you were holding your best friends dick and he was moaning. you whine as satoru sinks his teeth into your nipple as you squeeze his tip, thumb pressing on his slit as you pump it. his fingers slide back to your pussy, playing with your fat lips and then your bundle, his fingers getting coated in his cum.
after a few seconds satoru pulled his lips away, a long string of spit fell as he sat up, moving your hand as he aggressively pumped his dick in front of your face.
you were mesmerized. his face was red as he shook like crazy, his abs were clenched, every muscle of his body flexing, his thighs were apart and you could see his heavy balls shake, he was completely overstimulated, was he going to come on your face? your boobs? please you wanted a taste. but instead he pushed your legs open—
“wait no—Im too full! angh!!”
satoru slammed his cock back inside your pussy and came right there. his cock bursting cum as you cried, closing your knees together squeezing him as you felt his cum fill your tummy up. satoru fell on top of you, his body shaking as he buried his face in your neck. his body jumping more cum into you as he whimpered.
“you’re so warm, did you feel me cum?”
“mhm,” you sniffle, the warmth inside you sent flutters around your head. you loved it. his cock inside you, his cum filling your insides, how selfish he was being. “do you like it when girls feel your cum?”
satoru rolls off you, his hand sliding down to hold his oozing cock, as you roll to your side when he ignores you. “satoruuuuu.”
“what?”
“how many girls have you cum in?” satoru covers his face with his arm. you sit up, leaning over his body. “why’re you ignoring me?”
“because it doesn’t matter.”
“but why?” you frown. “was I not good? I literally took so much of your cum!” satoru’s face goes bright red. “you never talk to me about your sex life-“
“because I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable!” he tries to turn away but you press both arms down on his chest, moving to sit on top of him, fighting to push his arms away. but it was useless, so you move your face under his arm, tongue licking his lips making him squirm, and finally releasing his arm so you were kissing him. all wet and messy just like you like it. “why do you care about my sex life?”
you look down at him, his eyes trying to find answers in yours. “because…i don’t know anything about it.”
“so?”
you frown. “do you not wanna know about my sex life?”
satoru smirks. “i already know this is your first time. you have nice tits and a tight pussy. you like it when i bite your nipples. you also get turned on when i spit—“
“stop,” you cover his mouth, face so hot. “w-well, why do you get to know everything?”
“because you’re my best friend.” he smiles, leaning up, hand wrapping around your neck and pulling you to his lips. you whine, kissing him deeply as you press your hand to his chest. why is your best friend so skilled?
“I want to know everything about you, too,” you mutter. “i wanna know why you watch porn. why you don’t talk about sex? I’m not stupid—“
“I’ve only had sex a few times. barely,” he groans. “I stopped because it’s not fun. and it’s your fault.”
“what!!” you jump back.
“every time i realize the girls don’t have hair like yours, or boobs like yours…I get turned off…happy?”
your stomach is flipping as you look at your best friend. his face is red and his eyes are darting everywhere else.
“say something,”
“don’t ever say that with a straight face. you’re so fucking weird.” you’re burying your face in your hands. “that’s not even a real answer.”
“whatever,” he squeezes your waist. “you’re just jealous I’m more skilled than you.”
“what? you came just as fast as i did the first round.” you glare at him.
satoru licks his teeth leaning back on his palms, his head cocked to the side. it was almost a crime how hot he looked right now. “at least I didnt squirt all over my friends carpet.”
your face bursts to flames as you slap his chest. “what the fuck!” you’re so embarrassed, moving to get off him, but he only holds you down.
“I’m kidding! It’s a joke—“
“it’s not funny,” you squirm in his grip. why is he so strong?!
“I like that your pussy gushed for me,” he kisses your hot cheek. “it’s hot. I definitely hit the jackpot.” his lips kiss your neck repeatedly, as you heart beats a little faster.
the reality of what just happened was a process. your mind not even fully realizing what you’d just done even as after you took turns showering, or when satoru tossed your clothes in the washing machine, or when you laid on his bed as he brushed his teeth, or when he crawled behind you, pressing himself into your back.
“we should probably talk some more in the morning.” his low voice sent shivers down your spine as you hum. “just tell me now if you’re happy your first was with me.”
your heart thumps a little louder, almost afraid he can hear. you can feel his chest rising and falling against your back, his hold around your waist loosening when you don’t respond.
“i am…”
his body relaxes.
“good.”
tomorrow was a mystery and you didn’t know if the pit in your stomach was guilt or fear. guilt that you don’t know if you just used your best friend for sex, or fear that you might actually have a different kind of feeling for someone you’ve known your whole life.
a/n: sorry i fell off the face of the earth, im kinda tryna to figure stuff out. i wrote this in Aug/sept but just wrapped it up now so i hope u guys enjoy <3 and happy holidays!!
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just saw ur fic ideas post .......... how bout semi public stuff with gojo @ some high end jujutsu event and he just is SOOOO enamoured with how you look and takes you to the bathroom and ..... 😙
GOT A FETISH FOR YOUR LOVE !
ෆ note. sobs dies ressurects… im so weak… i had to write a full on fic… everyone thank T for this cuz i went crazy on this one and it’s super detailed for no reason. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !
ෆ tags. (perv)dom!satoru x female reader. semi public, p in v — unprotected, bits of manhandling, corruption kink, breast play, premature ejaculation, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, cum play, creampies, spanking, pussy slapping, mentions of masturbation, perv panty stealer satoru, implied cunnilingus, fucked against a wall, lots of dirty talk, satoru calls you ‘slutty’ once, satoru with the famous ‘just the tip’ beg, satoru sometimes turns whiny and subby so you get the best of both worlds (hes pathetic), he has a big dick ehem, pussy drunk satoru.
satoru couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you climb up the stairs near the torii gates of the high school he teaches at; your appearance only increasing in beauty due to the candle lights placed all around the environment.
your face and body were glistening under the moon light as you made your way up. you were silently cursing yourself for wearing heels while knowing that jujutsu tech was situated on top of a literal mountain.
unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had been waiting your arrival near the entrance since the first guests started pouring in.
with a sigh, you finally lift your head up as you notice the entrance to the main building come into view. there were lots of known sorcerers gathered around, chitchatting about recent business and changes in the jujutsu society.
you were too enamoured by the elegant decorations that hung around the school and the people who were dressed accordingly to the theme to even notice the white-haired man walking up to you.
which was unusual, since satoru’s tall physique could be easily spotted in any crowd.
“baby, you should’ve told me you had arrived!” satoru exclaims almost embarrassingly loud, waving at you without a care in the world of all the other guests that were giving him stares. his gaze was only on you, “i would’ve come picked you up.”
you wave back at him, eyes lingering on the tailored dark blue suit he was wearing, the waistcoat and dress shirt underneath being undeniably attractive. a bonus being that he was wearing his glasses and not his blindfold.
“it’s okay, love.” you reassure satoru as you walk a few steps towards him as well.
“ya sure? you didn’t hurt yourself or anything, right?” satoru pouts, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight, “my poor, poor girl.”
you roll your eyes at satoru’s antics. his one and only desire in life is to give you the princess treatment you deserve and it shows at moments like these.
“it’s fine,” you murmur, voice muffled as you bury your face into the crook of his neck; getting drowned in his familiar scent, “you look handsome by the way.”
satoru chuckles, feeling a bit giddy on the inside from your compliment. he almost responded with a ‘i know i do’, yet he held himself back. today was an exception and he decided to save you from any more cheeky remarks.
“thank you, pretty.” satoru hums, “you look ethereal.”
you could feel the way your boyfriend hugged you even tighter after his comment, pressing your body against his. you normally wouldn’t mind it in the slightest, however you could notice a few people glancing over at you two.
satoru couldn’t give a single damn about it; the only thing his senses were hyper focused on were your breasts that were squished against his chest—the curves of your body being easily accessible to the sorcerer.
“god..” his breath was shaky a little. satoru was really trying hard to repress his urges, the event hadn’t even started yet and even so, he was way too lost in his perverted thoughts.
he couldn’t help himself. you were just too addictive; your perfume, your warmth, your body, your face, your glossy lips… your breasts, your ass—
satoru clears his throat and pulls back after a bit, “shall we, m’lady?”
he bowed a little to you, putting his hand out for you to hold on while a subtle smirk played on his lips.
with a giggle, you grab onto his hand and satoru wastes no time interlocking your fingers as he guides you to the entrance of the main hall.
the building was scattered with even more sorcerers from all kinds of clans; some admiring the scenery, some sitting and eating various delicacies.
like before, you were too caught up in the scale of the event to realise that satoru was ogling you. it was a great thing that his pitch black lenses were blocking most of his eyes from the outside;
his gaze lingered on your side profile, your lips that were slightly parted in amazement, your hips which swayed from side to side with each step and your ass which he tried not to grope in public.
satoru hadn’t even noticed that he started to ball his hands into fists out of pure self control. his hand that was holding onto yours tightening its grip as well.
“something wrong?” you ask your boyfriend once you noticed, tilting your head to look up at him.
“nothin’, baby.” satoru lies and flashes you a reassuring smile, “c’mon. let’s enjoy some food.”
without waiting on your answer, satoru guides you towards a free cocktail table and stands near it, serving you an appetiser that was set on the table cloth.
you gladly accepted it and took a small bite, looking around the place some more and taking in the details, “it’s really pretty. the decor and stuff.”
satoru hums in agreement even though he hadn’t taken a single proper look at the environment when you were the main event in his eyes, “yeah. i think so too.”
everything about you somehow drove him crazy today. on most normal days, he could wait until you were at home to show you how much he adores you. that was not the case at the moment since he was fighting with his own self on the inside.
he was absolutely whipped for your elegant look.
“very pretty.” satoru mumbles under his breath. he most definitely wasn’t talking about the interior or exterior of the place.
it was getting harder by the minute to not give in to his primal needs. the more you talked to him, flashed him your innocent smile and let him hear your voice, the more he was struggling to keep his (now hard) dick in his pants.
you continued rambling about something that you noticed around you and satoru took the chance to place his hand on your hip, pulling you closer. it wasn’t anything unusual, thus you kept on talking.
it started off by him rubbing the area around your hips to his fingers subtly sliding downwards, eventually reaching the hem of your dress. his index finger dipped under the fabric, caressing your upper thigh. that small skin to skin action made satoru’s breath hitch and his cock twitch in its restraints.
“fuck.”
“what was that?” you abruptly stop yourself as you heard your lover curse under his breath. you weren’t aware of all the lewd thoughts going on in satoru’s mind and that made it even better. your innocent confusion wasn’t going to last long, however.
satoru lowered his head a bit until his lips were right next to your ear. the warmth of his breath made you shiver.
“i said,” he starts off in a low tone; one which he knows would make you weak for him, “i want you.”
it was as if time froze for you for a split second. you knew what satoru meant with that. you could’ve easily guessed the hidden meaning behind those three words just by his tone. the light but daring touches on your legs were your second hint.
“love, we’re in public.” you whisper back. satoru has a reputation to uphold as the strongest sorcerer in this entire building, yet there he was; implying that he wanted to take you right there and now.
a sigh left satoru’s lips, the air hitting your ear once again, “please, baby? for me?”
satoru was running out of patience. he could act out in the midst of the hall and disregard his image for all he cares. he just needed you. badly.
“promise i’ll be quick, yeah?” he adds, tone pleading but also a tad dominant.
you gulp and wanted to give in. you stood no chance to your whiny boyfriend, who always knew the right buttons to push to get you to comply to his requests.
satoru saw the hesitation in your eyes and he decided to plead more, “just the tip. i promise, sweets—tha’s all i need.”
a intrusive mental image of satoru fucking your brains out made him grip your thigh a bit harder; his voice suddenly growing deep and dominant, his expression filled with only lust.
“shit—please. have to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around me or i’ll lose it.”
his words were growing explicit and it was only a matter of time before he actually touches you improperly in front of everyone. you could tell by the way his long fingers inched closer to your clothed cunt.
“..fine. just the tip, like you said.” you breathe out shakily out of pure desire. though, both of you knew that it was going to be more than ‘just the tip’.
satoru grinned and immediately put down the appetiser he was holding onto, grabbing your hand and almost rushing out of the hall.
there were a few sorcerers trying to greet him on the way, yet he didn’t even glance at them once. his eyes were dazed with hunger as he swiftly made his way through the crowd—his thoughts being filled with the ways he’ll have you moan and beg.
satoru opens up the door to the nearest bathroom, pushing you against the wall the moment the door closed behind you.
his glossy lips crash against yours, the lipstick you’re wearing smearing on your lover due to the aggressive and almost sloppy way he kissed you. his tongue prodded against your lips before entering your mouth—strings of saliva and heavy breaths being exchanged between you two for what felt like minutes.
“ah, fuck. i wanted this so bad,” satoru moans against your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip, “..since the moment i saw you in that dress.”
his big hands were all over your body; groping and grabbing onto your flesh, from your ass and thighs to your tits.
“mhhh— ‘toru, god,” you sigh, feeling yourself get wet from just his confessions, “you can have me, all of me.”
your lover grunts at your words. they were exactly what he needed to hear. he roughly pulls the hem of your dress up, revealing your white panties. his all time favourite. a small, lustful grin instantly appears on his face. he always thought that you looked extra innocent in those; and that by ripping those off, that he’ll corrupt that ‘pure’ image.
and don’t let him start on how many times he’s used that specific pair of panties to jerk off. he vividly remembers how his sticky cum covered the cloth afterwards.
“haah—fuckfuckfuck,” satoru curses repeatedly as his fingertips tremble out of pure desire, “can’t wait any longer. you’re gonna walk around the avenue with no panties later on, ‘kay?”
“sato-” your eyes widened and before you could even protest, you hear the fabric of your underwear tearing. the ripped off cloth falling down onto the cold floor.
“there we go,” he mutters in delight, his eyes gazed at your exposed pussy. his fingers rubbed over the skin, grazing the wet folds. a deep, breathy chuckle echoes throughout the bathroom, “this pussy’s just ready to be filled, don’tcha think?”
you nod feverishly and nibble on your lower lip at the way satoru was teasing your clit. his hand slowly cupped your slippery cunt, his palm covering the area entirely before slapping the velvety flesh. three small smacks, each making your limbs tremble.
“ya hear that?” satoru hums, completely overtaken by his desire for you as the squelchy sounds ring in his ears, “so ready to be stretched out and fucked.”
“hnnnh, ah, baby—please just, just fuck me.” you whimper; feeling the pressure of his hand’s thenar against your clit while his fingertips traveled across your vulva.
“oh, i definitely will.” satoru responds with a grunt as he undoes his belt and zipper with his free hand. his trousers and underwear fall down to his ankles, revealing his cock to you.
your mouth watered at the sight as it slightly slapped against his lower abdomen due to the speed at which satoru took his boxers off. the moist drops of thick pre-cum coating his pink tip, the slight curve of his big shaft and the veins covering it—you needed to have him in you.
when satoru thinks that he prepped you enough to take his cock, he removes his hand from between your legs. of course, he isn’t going to waste a chance of tasting your slick that gathered on his skin.
“turn around,” he orders after licking off his fingers and you do as said, “ass back towards me, pretty.”
one of satoru’s hands was on one side of your hips to hold you steady against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, the other occupied with stroking his cock. satoru was already contemplating on where to cum; in or on you. he’s obsessed with spurting his sticky cum on your plump ass, however he also loved stuffing you full of it.
“deep breaths,” your boyfriend reminds you as he prods the swollen tip of his cock at your entrance—despite the prep, it was always almost impossible to avoid a slight discomforting sensation in the beginning. that man’s length was no joke.
“ahhhh, fuuuck! satoru!” you hiss and your fingernails try to dig into the wall you were pressed against. you felt your folds being forced apart to fit his cock inside of your small cunt.
“shiiit.. you’re fuckin’ tight.” satoru grits his teeth. no matter how many times he breaks your pussy in, you still feel as tight as ever, “..mmh—relax, princess.”
satoru pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out and you both took a deep breath. a sloppy kiss was placed against the back of your neck as reward for taking him in. it was his habit of doing so every time the two of you get intimate.
“‘m gonna start moving. that alright?”
a simple nod coming from you was plenty to let satoru begin with slow, soft thrusts which soon enough turned into deep and firm thrusts—the pounding sounds echoing in the bathroom, “there we go—ahh, yeah— fuck!”
“mhhhg, s’good! ngh!” you slur your words a bit as satoru started to speed up the tempo, feeling his heavy balls slap against the skin near your clit every time he drove his thick cock into you, “mmph! more, wan’ more!”
neither you nor satoru could care anymore if your desperate mewls or the harsh skin-to-skin sounds were heard outside of the dimly lit bathroom.
satoru was slowly losing his mind as he gazed down at your ass and the way you moved your hips back to meet his rough thrusts—he never got enough of you in that position. his hands held onto your hips before moving to your lower back to deepen your arch a little. his eyes were in a trance; he needed to see more of that chubby ass and the recoil of it.
“i swear—you’re gonna make me,haah, cum already,” satoru moans as he tried to find a way to distract himself from the pleasure building up to a breaking point. he decides to gently bite onto your shoulder, running his tongue over the slight mark he left and then continues to suck on the flesh.
“hmmmh, haah, yes! need- need your cum in me, please- please, ‘toru!” you beg in such an erotic tone that satoru can’t help but bite down harder on your shoulder.
“princess—y-you can’t say that-” he swallows a lump in his throat as he forces his cock so deep that you felt it hit your cervix repeatedly, “please- don’t say that.. don’t, oh god—“
satoru was the one begging this time; his voice sounding more whiny than it had ever been during your little session. he can’t help it when it comes to you. he had desired to fuck you since he saw you and now that he was finally doing it, his senses were utterly overwhelmed.
“nonono,” you hear your boyfriend curse as the strokes inside your tight cunt turned harsh and quick, like he was on the verge of his climax, which he didn’t want. he didn’t want to cum in under two minutes, but he’s just so weak when it comes to you. so damn weak.
“ahhh, fuck— s-sorry, baby— can i cum? can i cum in you? please?” he bites his lips, shutting his eyes so tight that he could see colors.
“please, please, let me. mnghhh, please let me cum in you. wanna fill you up.” satoru repeats his words like a chant in your ear. you were as lost in the feeling of ecstasy as your lover was and just nodded at his whiny pleas.
“mhmm, yes, do it—cum in me!”
your permission was all satoru needed and not a second later, you felt ropes and ropes of hot cum flood your cunt and some drops gush out of your pulsating hole.
satoru was quivering slightly as he kept moving his hips in slow pumps, fucking the cum deeper into you. you were full of surprises; he didn’t know he could cum in under two minutes until right that instant. you really had him wrapped around your finger.
and the best thing? he was already starting to get hard once again.
satoru slowly pulled his dick out of you and only let the tip stay a few centimetres in you. one hand went to grab onto the base of his length and he started to tap and move the tip in tiny circular motions in your cum-filled pussy—making sure every single drop is dumped where it belonged.
“fucking greedy, ain’t ya?” satoru hisses as he feels you clench onto his tip like you were doing to his cock earlier, “your pussy just wants to milk me dry.”
you whine and push your hips back a little in attempt to push his cock further into your needy cunt again, “wan’ more.. please, ‘toru?”
gojo satoru was a weakling.
he slammed his cock fully inside of you again and didn’t care if you expected it or not; he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. his hands were kneading the flesh of your ass, spanking it every now and then to feel you tighten up more around him while his hips were working full time.
“yeah? gonna take another load in your slutty cunt again?” satoru groans as he feels your pussy gripping onto his throbbing cock like it was pleading to be stuffed, “haaah—you’re incredible, nhh, never had anyone make me cum this quick and hard before.”
your body squirmed and shivered each time you felt satoru spank you, ending up in a repeated cycle of you tightening up around him and him smacking the fat of your ass, “yes, yes, yes! want it, please!”
it was incredibly difficult to hold back your own orgasm when satoru was whispering filthy things in your ear, pounding into your creamy pussy while also stimulating your clit.
satoru instantly caught onto the fact that you were nearing your climax. you always started to get more noisy whenever you were close, “aah, mhm—cum on my cock while i dump another load inside of you. c’mon, you can do it.”
satoru’s words made your stomach fill with butterflies, the coil inside of you threatening to finally snap.
“‘m gonna.. gonna cum! gonna cum!” you cry out between ragged breaths, eyes rolling into the back of your head once you reached your long-awaited climax.
the sight of you arching your back even more while you came was the hottest thing satoru’s seen. he rushed his thrusts, becoming more precise to hit your cervix over and over again.
“mhm, jus’ like that—tighten up more.” your lover hisses and his nails dug into the flesh of your hips while he felt your pussy throbbing from overstimulation, “milk me dry, pretty—fuck!”
your mind was foggy with that euphoric feeling after reaching your orgasm. but also due to satoru continuing to bully his thick cock all the way in you, seemingly needing to drain his balls inside your cunt.
“mhhhhnn, ‘m gonna fill ya up again,” he whimpers a bit into your ear from behind while sweat drips from his forehead, “take it all like a good girl, yeah? don’t—haah— waste a drop.”
and with that he spurts and squirts strings of cum into your womb once more. it felt like there was no ending to it as his semen just continued to pump out of the tip.
“fuckkk! got more for you,” satoru almost sobs out, his tongue peeking out from behind his lips as his muscles tense up. he came so much into you that even more of the liquid drizzled down on the floor beneath you, “take it—yeah—jus’ like that.”
a few more deep and chaste strokes and satoru was done. he exhaustedly rests his chin on your shoulder, white locks clinging onto his forehead and his cheeks colouring a reddish hue.
“haahh.. that was amazing.” satoru sighs deeply, trying to catch his breath while wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face into your neck, leaving small pecks there while mumbling about how good you were for him.
your eyes were closed as you rest against the wall, enjoying the affection from your lover while you feel his dick go limp inside you. satoru slowly pulls out afterwards, biting his lip as his gaze lingered on all the fluids leaking down your trembling thighs.
“hold on,” satoru murmurs gently, “gonna clean you up, princess.”
his own legs were shaking slightly as he quickly put his boxers and pants back on. your boyfriend grabs a few tissues from a nearby dispenser, kneeling behind you afterwards.
your eyes followed his fingers as they held onto the wipes and started to clean you up slowly. the comfortable silence—excluding the muffled sounds of chatter and music from outside the bathroom—was perfect for you to catch your breath.
satoru was diligently sliding the tissues over your skin, making sure to not be too rough.
as much as he tried telling himself not to get turned on again from the sight of your ass and sopping cunt in front of his face, he just couldn’t.
your lover was breathing heavily and stopped cleaning you up for a second. he really tried his best to stop himself over and over, though the title of being the strongest didn’t apply to his self control.
his large hands came up to hold onto your ass, spreading the cheeks apart which made your lips part in shock. you looked over your shoulder at him and sensed the resurfacing lust in the air. not only that: his warm breath hit your sensitive pussy as he panted in a hungry way.
satoru lifted his head up to meet your eyes, flashing you a (not so) apologetic grin;
“sorry, pretty. i need to get my dessert.”
𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍' 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 ! — d. osamu
. note — 18+ content, fem!reader, thigh fucking, orgasm denial , teasing, reader is a pillow princess, cum (a lot of it), dirty talk, unprotected sex, somehow got really soft at the end + etc. not proofread
ps. this is so self indulgent i actually want him to do this to me so bad :( anyway forget i said this was supposed to be a drabble.
"I'm telling you, darling— you have the most perfect thighs,” Dazai groaned, slipping his cock between your thighs— rubbing himself on your cunt. “G-god, ‘samu — please just p-put it in already mmh!” You whined, empty pussy clenching around nothing while a bandaged hand reached down to grope and fondle your tits. “Shh, you have to be patient, sweetheart,” he moaned, throwing his head back as he teased your dripping entrance with the tip. You clenched in response— almost making him slip in but he was too quick, immediately pulling back as he felt you trying to suck him in. “Fuck— n-naughty girl,” a strained laugh left him, you could tell he was trying his best to keep his restraint.
“Heh, too much for the Dazai Osamu?” You giggled, before getting cut off by your own gasp as Dazai threw your legs over his shoulders— “oh, my pillow princess wants to be an impatient brat now? Hmm.. Fine then, no more playing nice.” his smirk made you nervous, what was he up to?
"oh yeahh— just like that, sweetheart—" Dazai grunted, dragging his twitching cock back and forth between your thighs— basically using you for his pleasure. Pathetic cries and whimpers left your pouty lips everytime his cock would nudge against your clit — almost slipping in before he cruelly pulled back, and repeating the action.
And the worst thing is— he refused to make you cum while he came so many times already, almost shooting blanks at this point. The sticky substance was everywhere— on your thighs, on your cunt, stomach, in your cunt— dripping down to your ass and onto the sheets, making a mess on the once perfectly made bed.
He'd do this thing where he'd fuck your thighs, thrusting his cock between them until he's on the brink of cumming— before pushing only the leaky tip past the tight ring of your cunt and shooting his load inside. It was so messy and downright filthy — the way he'd pull back after to watch his cum gushing out of your tiny hole, the sight alone was enough to have his spent cock spring back to life— and he'd go back to doing it all over again.
You felt like you were going insane— the torturous feeling of having your orgasm ripped away from you had you sobbing, begging Dazai to just fuck you— let you cum. But of course, he didn't listen— only chuckling mischievously before grinning at you, reminding you that you brought this upon yourself.
"Begging me already, sweet girl?" His tone was playful, but mean— making more tears escape your puffy eyes. "Please— 'm s-sorry—!" You gasped as the tip of Dazai's cock caught against your throbbing clit— making more of your slick gush out of your cunt. "Hmm..." He pretended to think for moment, fingers rubbing his chin to add more effect. You whined when he reached the same hand down to rub and flick at your clit, you know he could feel it throbbing like crazy by the way you felt him twitch against your thigh.
"Fine— since my girl wants it so bad, hm?" He wasted no time in pushing himself inside of you— your plush walls sucking him in immediately, basically milking him for all his worth. "Oh— fuck, how're you s-still so damn tight—" he laughed with a gasp, biting down on his bottom lip as he tried not to bust right then and there. But you were making it so damn hard for him— from the way your cunt was clamping down on him to the sight of your pretty face all blissed out as filthy moans left your lips.
Dazai knew that he wouldn't last long by the way you were basically clinging onto him— but he had to make you cum first, you earned it, after all. His fingers sped up on your clit, soft lips pressing sweet kisses on the shell of your ear as he fed you his cock. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, urging you to let go for him. "Fuuuck—! Just like that, pretty girl. Oh yeah, cum- cum f'me, baby—!" He got cut off by your high pitched squeal, as you gushed all over him— finally reaching your peak, and god was it amazing.
Dazai came with a deep moan as you squeezed down even tighter on him— covering your insides in white for the last time that night, shuddering as he spurted the last bit of him into you.
He pulled out soon after, both of you moaning at the loss of contact, while his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your plush hip. "Did so well for me, love," he cooed, brushing away the stray hairs off your face, before peppering your soft skin with kisses, fluffy chocolate brown hair tickling your cheek. His heart fluttered at the sound of your sweet giggles, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. Eventually your giggles died down, eyes now heavy with sleep as you muttered your last words before falling into slumber, "I love you 'samu.."
God— you were so good to him, he thought, sighing in contentment while kissing the top of your head, "I love you too," he muttered before rolling over next to you, "sweet dreams, love," he smiled, as his heavy eyelids finally shut.
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And Honestly I Can't Believe I get to call You Mine -- D. Osamu
contents: girl dad dazai, fluff-ity fluff, children, established relationship
A/N: Girl dad dazai? girl dadzai.
Dazai peered carefully into the crib housing his three month-old daughter, as if she'd awaken from the quietest creak of the floorboards. He rested his chin on the railing, brown irises staring at the pudgy newborn splayed out on her back. It was strange, seeing this new life that was half of him; normally he'd say that anyone who shares half of him was cursed, and while that sentiment remains he feels...a strange warmth in his heart. A foreign affection that tugged his heartstrings taunt and he couldn't help but reach out to the sleeping baby. His baby.
Dazai always felt afraid to hold her, even after she was born he hesitated before picking her squirming form from your arms. But it felt so right. He brushed his fingertips along her soft cheeks, softly prodding at the doughy fat and he felt a bit of him melt when she let out a soft yawn at the gesture. She looked like you, the hair and face shape were reminiscent to you but he couldn't deny the similarities that she had to him, the same honey-toned eyes and button nose that told her paternity.
He thought for a moment before dazai scooped her up from her crib, shushing her soft coos of sleepy confusion as she stirred. "shh, okay? Go to sleep sweetie..." He softly bounced her on his lap, kissing the fuzzy wisps of hair adorning the crown of her head.
Dazai never imagined himself with kids of his own. Sure he was good at calming fussy babies and making children laugh but a child of his own? He didn't know if he wanted to make an innocent soul bear the weight of their father's sins, to bring a child in the world only for them to have the tainted blood of a criminal, of a murderer running through their veins and poisoning them slowly.
But sitting there, with the cutest baby giggling and cooing in his lap as she grabs his shirt in her pudgy little hands, dazai realized that maybe, he didn't have to live the life of burdening his daughter with the days he long since left.
©Cheriiyaya 2024
﹒♡ CONFESSION ft. katsuki bakugo
cw: lots of fluff, flustered bakugo. he’s such a cutie
The ramen shop was packed, the air filled with laughter, chatter, and the rich aroma of broth and grilled meat. The entire Class 1-A had squeezed into the cozy little restaurant to celebrate Todoroki’s recent jump in the hero rankings.
Bowls clinked, chopsticks clashed, and the energy was electric as the group indulged in warm food and lively conversation.
And at the center of it all—Katsuki Bakugo sat stiffly, arms crossed, scowling into his half-finished bowl of ramen like it had personally offended him.
Not because he wasn’t happy for Todoroki.
Not because the food was bad.
But because of you.
You, sitting just a few seats down, laughing at something uraraka had said, your eyes crinkling, shoulders shaking.
And it was driving him insane.
For weeks—no, months—Bakugo had been dealing with this… feeling. This stupid, irritating, suffocating feeling every time you were near him. It was different from the rivalry-fueled adrenaline he felt in battle, different from the pride he carried when he improved as a hero.
It was something he didn’t understand, something he couldn’t control.
And he hated that.
But tonight… tonight was the night he was going to do something about it.
Or at least, that’s what Kirishima and Sero had forced into his thick skull before they even walked into the restaurant.
“Dude, you’ve been acting weird around them for weeks.”
“Just tell them! What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Oh, I don’t know, idiots, maybe they laugh in my face and never talk to me again?!”
“Oh please, she would never—”
“Shut up. I’ll do it when I damn well feel like it.”
But now that he was here, surrounded by people, nerves bubbling in his gut like an active volcano, feeling like it was a lot harder than he expected.
“Bakugo,” Kirishima’s voice cut through his thoughts, low enough that only he could hear. “You good, bro?”
“I’m fine,” Bakugo growled, barely glancing up as he stabbed at his noodles with his chopsticks.
Kirishima raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? ‘Cause you haven’t insulted Kaminari in like ten minutes. I’m starting to get worried.”
Sero snickered. “Pretty sure that’s a new record.”
“Shut the hell up.”
Kirishima and Sero exchanged glances before the redhead leaned in again. “Are you actually gonna do it?”
Bakugo exhaled sharply, gripping his chopsticks so tight they nearly snapped.
“After this.” His voice was firm. Final.
Kirishima grinned, nudging Sero. “Told ya he’d do it.”
“Hey, I had faith,” Sero said, shrugging. “Just not a lot of faith.”
Bakugo shot them both a murderous glare, but before he could verbally rip them apart, Iida clapped his hands together, signaling for attention.
“If I may have everyone’s focus for a moment!” Iida said, standing up. “I’d like to propose a final toast to Todoroki!”
Todoroki, who had been quietly enjoying his meal, blinked as everyone raised their glasses. “Oh,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Thank you.”
“To Todoroki climbing the ranks!” Iida declared.
“To Todoroki!” the class cheered, clinking their glasses together.
You turned, smiling at the dual-haired hero. “You really deserve it, Todoroki. We all knew you’d make it far.”
Todoroki’s lips curled into a small smile. “I appreciate that, Y/N.”
Bakugo scowled.
It wasn’t Todoroki’s fault, but hearing you say his name like that, so softly, so encouragingly—yeah, it bothered him.
Not that he’d ever admit it.
As the night wound down, people started finishing up their food, settling their bills, and stretching lazily before making their way out.
“Damn, that was good,” Kaminari sighed, rubbing his stomach. “I think I ate too much.”
Mina laughed. “You definitely ate too much.”
One by one, people began saying their goodbyes, heading off in different directions toward the dorms or home.
And that’s when Bakugo knew—this was his moment.
You were slipping on your jacket, adjusting your scarf when he finally forced himself to move.
Kirishima shot him a thumbs-up from across the room, and Sero winked.
Bakugo rolled his eyes before stomping over to you, heart hammering wildly in his chest.
“Oi.”
You looked up at him, blinking. “Oh, hey, Bakugo! What’s up?”
He inhaled sharply through his nose. Okay. Just say it. Say it, dumbass.
But the words wouldn’t come out.
Instead, he found himself standing there like an idiot, fists clenched at his sides, staring at you.
You tilted your head, confused. “Uh… you okay?”
His jaw tensed. This was already going horribly.
And then—because frustration was the only thing that ever helped him push past his nerves—he blurted out:
“Are you really so oblivious?”
You blinked. “Huh?”
He groaned, running a hand through his hair before pointing at you aggressively. “You! You’re oblivious! Have you seriously not noticed?!”
Your confusion deepened. “Noticed what?”
He exhaled sharply, cheeks burning. His whole body felt like it was about to explode.
He had two options: Keep making a fool of himself or just say it and get it over with.
He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaled, and then—
“I like you, dumbass!”
Silence.
Bakugo cracked one eye open, stomach twisting into knots.
You were staring at him.
Not laughing. Not recoiling. Just… staring.
Then—
“You… like me?”
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “That’s what I just said, idiot.”
A slow smile crept onto your lips. “You like me?”
His face turned an even darker shade of red. “Yes! Stop making me say it, damn it!”
You let out a laugh—light, airy, and filled with something he couldn’t quite place. “Wow,” you said, grinning. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy.” His voice was gruff, but his hands were twitching at his sides, resisting the urge to do something—anything—with them.
You stepped closer, peering up at him. “You know… I like you too.”
Bakugo’s brain short-circuited.
“…What?”
You laughed again, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I like you, Bakugo. Have for a while now.”
His heart stopped.
Then jump-started at triple speed.
“What?”
You shrugged, smirking. “What? Are you oblivious?”
His eye twitched. “You—you little—”
You poked his cheek and laughed. “Aw, don’t be embarrassed kat’ I’m just messin with ya.”
He exploded.
Not literally. But his entire soul combusted.
“Shut the hell up!” he barked, face practically glowing red.
But you just laughed again, softer this time. Fond. “So… now what?”
He swallowed, heart still racing. “Now… now you let me walk you home, dumbass.”
You beamed. “That sounds nice.”
And as you started walking together, Bakugo felt something strange settle in his chest.
Warm. Light.
Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.
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The cool, marble countertops send a shiver up your spine, but you don't seem to care. Instead of complaints, a giggle leaves your mouth, hands tightening around Dazai's shoulders. Feeling him scoop you up and set you onto the kitchen counter so easily made you swoon, which only deepened the make out session you two were currently engaged in. His hands kept moving from your hips to your ass, wanting to feel your body under his fingers as he held you close.
You both couldn't help giggling, feeling giddy at the touches and kisses being shared during such early hours. Pajama shorts riding up your thighs, a stretched-out and loose t-shirt showing off Dazai's bare neck and collar bones... it was all so intimate. There was no one around, just the two of you and the early morning sun dancing across the room as your legs moved up to cage Dazai in. More giggles erupted from him before pulling back, cutely flushed cheeks on display for just you to see. No words were shared, just heavy breaths and loving stares as your brains worked on properly waking up.
“Y’know, maybe I should skip work today.”
“You said the same thing yesterday, Osamu.”
Hello!! I have this idea for a fic thats like fem!reader getting stuck with chuuya, dazai, akutagawa(separately)in a room and they have to share a room together. Im a sucker for the one bed trope but sfw.
English is not my first lenguage so sorry for any spelling mistakes but thanks!!
Moon, tell me if I could
``~Sharing a room with them is a horrible idea, much less a bed...
``~Contents: Dazai & Chuuya x fem!reader (separately),One bed trope, SFW, dazai being a little shit (affectionately), a bit of swearing
``~A/N: ahhhh! thank you sm for the request (this is actually my first request!)! I couldn't do aku bc i don't know how to write him and this is my first time writing for chuuya romantically so it might be a bit ooc(?)...
Osamu Dazai
There was no way in hell you were gonna sleep in the same room as dazai, much less as the same bed.
When the desk concierge had told you they had a room meant for a couple that cancelled their booking last minute, you didn't think much about it. You were tired from the long train ride-and dazai's jabbering-to Kyoto and you just wanted to get as much sleep as you could before you had to start the mission fukuzawa had sent the two of you on the next morning.
Until you stepped into the room only to discover there was one bed.
"You should've slept on the couch." You huffed, rolled on your side and your back facing him. Dazai chuckled, propped up on his elbow as he looked at you with a stupid grin on his face.
"Awww, but bella'! What if I got cold?" He whined, poking the back of your head.
"Not my problem."
"You're so me-"
"Shut up, dazai."
Dazai pouted like a child, sighing and rolling onto his back at looking at the ceiling. He looked over at you, sitting up to get a better look at your face and he didn't regret it.
The way the moonlight highlighted the planes of your face and your lips parted just slightly and your eyelashes brushing your cheeks just so-
God, you were gorgeous to him.
his heart fluttered in his chest and he smiled gently at your sleeping form.
"Did you know you look beautiful when you're trying to go to sleep?" His voice had a teasing lilt to it, but dazai had meant every word that rolled off his tongue so easily. His hands itched to pull you closer and against him, to press his face to your nape and never let go.
And he did just that.
You're eyes fluttered open as you felt hands curl around your torso and dazai press his face into your back, his warm breath hitting your skin under your shirt. Heat rose to your neck and you turned around only to be face-to-face with honey eyes and a sly grin.
"D-dazai?! What the fuck-?!" Dazai pressed a finger to your lips, humming softly and he smiled at you.
"Sorry!! I was cold and, well, you're just so warm, y'know?" He giggled, letting his finger fall from your lips and acting like he didn't notice the way you pressed your lips in a line and pink dusted your cheeks. Your breath caught as he traces your face with his knuckles, eyes half-lidded and adoring-
-no, he was just tired!
Dazai hummed, brushing a fallen eyelash from your cheek. "Such a pretty girl..." He murmured. You flushed, grabbing his wrist with your hand.
"Dazai, what are you doing?" You stammered. Dazai smiled gently, pulling your hand off his wrist with his free hand and pressing kisses to every fingertip. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, cupping your cheek and shushing you.
"Not now 'donna, I wanna admire the art in front of me."
Chuuya Nakahara
Luck was not on your side, hell it was only on the side of whoever wanted to embarrass you right now.
"I'm so gonna kill Mori..." You muttered, drawing the sheets up to your chin as you slept on the very edge of the bed, with Chuuya on the other side.
"Agreed." He grumbled from the other side, your backs facing each other.
"I wasn't talking to you."
"I know."
"..."
You groaned, rolling onto your back and glaring at him. You knew it was petty to be mad at Chuuya-he wasn't the one who messed up your guys room bookings after all- but you wanted to be mad at something. Chuuya merely raised an eyebrow at you, his hands under his head.
"Why are you glaring at me?" He rolled his eyes, turning to the side to face the wall. He stared at the wall, trying to focus on anything but your eyes on him. God, he hated it-why do you have to have such an effect on him? Chuuya usually doesn't have problems sleeping, but he can't sleep, knowing you were there and he just wanted to kiss you, at least once. He didn't like the way you made his heart race, how your pretty eyes melted away any annoyances he may have had in the day.
The two of you stayed like this for a while, deciding to pretend the other was asleep and they were alone.
"...at least I'm stuck with you and not that shitty mackerel." Chuuya huffed after a bit, sitting up and glancing over at you. He tilted his head, leaning over to see that you had actually fallen asleep.
And were hanging half-off the bed.
Chuuya paused for a moment before gently placing his hands on your waist and pulling you back onto the bed so your limbs weren't hanging off like a ragdoll. He rolled you onto your back, hitting the mattress with a soft "thump" as he looked over at you, his heart clawing up his throat.
You looked so...peaceful. Eye's that glinted with wild determination shut under eyelids and soft sighs left your parted lips instead of snarky words. Strands of hair stuck to your face and chuuya brushed them away with the faintest graze of his fingertips along your warm skin. He swallowed dryly and took a small lock of your hair in between his thumb and index finger, twirling it around his fingers to see if it would hold a curl. While gently twisting you hair, he pulled a little too hard at a strand, causing you to stir. You groaned, eyes blinking and opening into slits as you looked over to see chuuya sitting there like a deer in headlights when he realized you caught him.
"uh...you hair way just in your face so um..." He dropped the strand and and he meant to rescind his hand, he swears, yet he reached out to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. You gasped quietly, but you didn't pull away. Chuuya swallowed, his throat bobbing and he slid his hand into your hair and to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him.
"Chuuya-"
"please?" his voice sounded so quiet, so gentle.
A beat, and you sighs, relaxing and allowing him to hold you close. He sighs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and you looked up at him, just about to say something when he cut you off, trailing his fingers down your face and resting one on your bottom lip.
"God, you're so pretty, y'know that doll?"
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pairing: osamu dazai (bungou stray dogs) x fem!reader
content warning(s): non-descriptive illness, kisses, cuddling, osamu dazai is a softie, tooth-rotting fluff, sickness care, ailment treatments, pet names (love, belladonna, baby)
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“Osamu?”
You had awoken in quite a predicament. Swaddled in a clump of blankets with a cool washcloth pressed to your forehead, bubbling cups of tea and soup spinning steam into the air.
However, you partially clued in on the situation when you felt your head pounding. Your throat felt raw as a cough encroached on your breath, your skin was inflamed as sweat gathered by your temples, and your muscles ached as you attempted to stretch your arms. You were sick.
The smirking man before you was how you clued into the next part of your predicament.
“Yes, my love?”
You had no idea how long you had been swaddled up on the living room couch, but knowing Dazai, he had clued in on your sickness hours before you did. A perked brow was your sole response to him.
“Isn’t it obvious? You’re sick.” He snuggled into your side, a lopsided grin on his face as he pressed kiss after kiss onto your skin with a coo. “My poor sweet baby.”
“You seem a bit too enthused about this entire thing.”
“Me?” he gasped. “I can’t believe you would accuse me of such a thing!”
He quieted his voice as you winced. “But who wouldn’t be?” he teased, sweet nothing whispered into your ears as he ran his nimble fingers through your hair, massaging them into your temples. “I have an excuse to miss work and spoil my sweet belladonna. Sign me up.”
“Did you somehow get me sick?” you deadpanned.
“No, I wouldn’t,” he whined, digging further into the blankets until he was snuggled up with you, bracing your body against his chest as he lazily burrowed into your neck.
“Mhm,” you hummed, pressing a kiss to his hands. “Watch out. You could get sick.”
“You’re saying that,” he smirked. “But you’re doing nothing to get away.”
“I’m sick, and you’re warm. Sue me.” You leaned into him as you toyed with his bandaged fingers.
He trailed kisses across your neck, his cool skin drawing a soft groan from your lips. “And that means I’ll have extra time to spend with my baby because she’s so sweet, and I know she’ll take of me.”
“Mm, I’ll consider it,” you mumbled, eyes heavy.
He gasped, much to your tired amusement, as tiny giggles escaped your lips between a cough. His arms were hot as they squeezed around your waist, and before long, you found yourself nuzzled into his chest on the cusp of sleep. His fingers traced your features as your eyes fluttered closed, a kiss pressed against your forehead.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
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A BOXERS STRUGGLES !
ft. boxer!katsuki bakugo x f!reader
summary: Bakugo is fiercely dedicated to becoming Japan's number one boxer, but he faces inner conflict when he starts developing feelings for someone. His fear of distraction threatens his rise to the top, creating tension between his personal life and his aspirations. As their relationship deepens, he learns to balance his love for her with his desire to succeed in boxing. [wc: 5k]
The gym stank of sweat and blood. The air was thick with the sounds of fists pounding heavy bags, the rhythmic shuffle of footwork against the mat, and the sharp commands of coaches drilling fighters into champions.
This was Katsuki Bakugo’s world. The ring was his domain. The roar of a crowd? Just white noise. The only thing that mattered was the moment his fist connected—the instant he proved, without question, that he was better.
His opponent staggered back, legs wobbling. His ribs were bruised, his breath shallow. He was still standing, barely, but Bakugo could already see it in his eyes.
He was finished.
Aizawa’s voice rang through the gym. “Stay sharp, Bakugo.”
Katsuki Bakugo stood in the center of the ring, fists clenched in his taped-up hands, his breath controlled despite the fire burning in his chest. His opponent for today’s spar was already on his knees, clutching his ribs, coughing through the pain.
“Get up,” Bakugo growled, shaking out his fists. “I ain’t done with ya’ yet.”
The other fighter grimaced trying everything in his power to rise, but before he could, the coach called it.
“That’s enough, Bakugo!” His trainer, Aizawa, sighed from outside the ropes, arms crossed over his chest. “I told you to spar, not destroy.”
Bakugo clicked his tongue and turned away, grabbing a towel from the corner post to wipe the sweat off his face.
“If he’s too weak to take a hit, he shouldn’t be in the ring,” he muttered, stepping out of the ropes.
“That ‘weak’ fighter you just knocked out was ranked fifth in the region.”
“Then I guess I’m already top four.”
Aizawa exhaled through his nose and shook his head lightly, but there was the ghost of a smirk in his otherwise impassive expression. Bakugo had talent—raw, explosive talent that had propelled him through the rankings faster than anyone had expected. But he had a fatal flaw.
He fought like a man trying to bury something.
Something he was afraid to lose.
Bakugo exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he looked down at his fallen opponent. It wasn’t personal. It never was. The guy had stepped into the ring knowing what he was getting into. If you weren’t ready to fall, you shouldn’t be fighting.
“Damn, man!”
The sound of Kirishima’s voice cut through the noise before Bakugo felt a heavy arm slap against his back. “That was sick! You dropped him like a sack of bricks.”
Bakugo clicked his tongue, walking toward his corner to unwrap the tape from his hands. “Tch. If he went down that easy, he shouldn’t have been in the ring with me.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re a beast.” Kirishima laughed, leaning against the ropes. “Which is exactly why you need to come out tonight. We’re celebrating.”
Bakugo shot him a glare. “The hell we are.”
“C’monnn, man! You’ve been tearing through the ranks like crazy. People are talking. You’re undefeated, making a name for yourself, and you’ve got fans.” Kirishima smirked. “I mean, how many guys get this far at our age?”
“I’m not doing this for a goddamn party,” Bakugo muttered, tossing the used tape into the trash.
Kirishima groaned. “Bro. You never do anything outside the gym. You don’t even celebrate your own wins.”
Because there was nothing to celebrate. Winning wasn’t the goal—it was the standard.
Bakugo was going to be the best boxer in Japan. That wasn’t just some damn dream or some nice idea to hope for. It was a fact. Something inevitable. And if it wasn’t inevitable, then he just had to train even harder than before.
There was no reason to slow down.
No reason to waste time at some party.
But Kirishima was still looking at him, hopeful as ever, and Bakugo knew the bastard wouldn’t shut up about it.
He clicked his tongue. “Tch. Fine. But I’m not staying long.”
Kirishima cheered. “Hell yeah!”
This is a waste of time.
Bakugo knew it. He knew he should be in the gym, working on his footwork, watching fight tapes, doing something, anything, to get ahead of the competition.
But he ignored the voice in his head, just this once.
Plus, was the worst that could happen?
The party was loud. So agonizing loud.
The bass from the speakers thumped through the floors, shaking the walls of the packed apartment. People were everywhere, drinking, laughing, talking too damn much. Some of them he recognized—fighters from the gym, people from the local boxing circuit—but most of them were just randoms.
“Here.” Kirishima shoved a drink into his hand.
Bakugo took one look at it and scoffed. “I ain’t drinking that shit.”
Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Man, at least pretend you’re having fun.”
Bakugo didn’t respond. He was already regretting this.
He didn’t belong here.
This wasn’t his world.
He was about to leave when Kirishima perked up, eyes lighting up as he spotted someone across the room. “Oh, shit! She actually came.”
Bakugo barely glanced over. “Who?”
Kirishima grinned. “That girl I told you about—(Y/N).”
Bakugo finally looked.
You weren’t flashy like some of the other girls here. You weren’t trying to be the center of attention, weren’t draped over some guy’s arm, weren’t looking at him like he was some kind of goddamn celebrity.
You were just sitting there, talking to a friend, nursing a drink in your hand. You didn’t even seem all that interested in the party at all.
And somehow, that was the first thing that made him notice you.
Kirishima nudged him. “She’s cool. I think you’d actually like her.”
Bakugo scowled. “Tch. Since when do you set me up with people?”
“I’m not setting you up,” Kirishima laughed. “But seriously, man. You need to talk to people who aren’t trying to punch you in the face for once.”
Bakugo rolled his eyes. He wasn’t here to meet people. He was here to get Kirishima off his back, and then he was leaving.
But then, as if you could feel him looking, your gaze flicked over to his.
And you smiled.
Not in an over-the-top way. Not in that annoying, flirty, “I’m just here for the fighters” way.
Just a simple, amused smile. Like you knew something he didn’t.
And for some stupid, infuriating reason, that was enough to make him stay a little longer.
You didn’t approach him first.
That was the second thing he noticed about you.
You weren’t like most people who came up to him at these kinds of events—all wide-eyed admiration and empty compliments. You weren’t trying to impress him.
If anything, you were unimpressed.
And that… bothered him.
So when Kirishima finally dragged him over to introduce you, Bakugo was already in a foul mood.
“(Y/N), this is Bakugo,” Kirishima said, grinning. “Bakugo, this is (Y/N). She’s cool, I swear.”
You gave him a once-over, raising an eyebrow before smirking. “Yeah, I know who he is.”
Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “Tch. That so?”
“I’ve been to a couple of your fights.” You shrugged. “You don’t let them last very long, huh?”
He scoffed. “Why the hell would I?”
You tilted your head. “I dunno. Wouldn’t kill you to put on a show for once.”
Kirishima snorted. “Damn. She’s got you there, man.”
Bakugo clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. He wasn’t used to people talking to him like this—like he was just some guy instead of a rising champion.
But you weren’t mocking him.
You weren’t flirting, either.
You were just… talking to him.
And for the first time in a long time, Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t sure how to respond.
This was bad.
This was exactly the kind of distraction he couldn’t afford.
The next day arrived as Bakugo got out of bed, the sunlight streaming through his window, casting a warm glow across his room. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, he could still feel the weight of the events from the previous night lingering in his mind, making it hard to focus.
Bakugo didn’t do distractions.
He trained. He fought. He won. That was it.
He didn’t waste time at parties, didn’t fuck around with meaningless shit like relationships or making friends outside of the gym. There was no point. The only thing that mattered was getting stronger.
So why the hell had he stayed at that party longer than he intended?
Why the hell had you stuck in his head?
It pissed him off more than it should have.
It wasn’t like you had done anything special. You weren’t drooling over him like most people who recognized his name. You weren’t trying to get something out of him. You weren’t even acting impressed.
You were just… there.
And for some stupid reason, that was what made him notice you.
Tch. Whatever. It doesn't even matter anymore.
He wasn’t gonna waste time thinking about some random girl.
So, as usual, he threw himself into training.
The gym was empty except for the steady rhythm of his fists pounding the heavy bag. It was late—so late that even Aizawa had already left for the night, trusting Bakugo to lock up when he was done. The only sounds that filled the space were the heavy thuds of leather meeting flesh and the occasional creak of the building settling around him.
His body ached, but it wasn’t enough. The burn in his muscles was a reminder of how hard he was working, yet it only fueled his determination. He needed more. More speed. More power. More control. He needed to push himself past his limits, to go beyond what he was yesterday. Each punch felt like a step toward a higher version of himself, a way to stave off the ever-looming fear of being left behind.
Because if he didn’t—if he slowed down for even a second—someone else would catch up. The thought danced tauntingly in the back of his mind, an insidious whisper that he couldn't shake off. He refused to let that happen; he wouldn't allow anyone to inch ahead of him.
So he fought harder, faster, his focus narrowing like a predatory gaze. The world beyond the gym faded, blurring into insignificance as he lost himself in his routine. He was so absorbed in his relentless pursuit that he barely noticed when someone else walked into the gym. The door creaked softly, almost lost in the noise of his efforts, and he instinctively increased his intensity, a faint flicker of curiosity stirring deep within him. Who would dare interrupt his sanctum?
“Jesus. Do you ever go home?”
His fist stopped mid-swing.
He turned, scowling, only to find you leaning against the doorway.
You weren’t supposed to be here.
“What the hell are you doin’ here?” he snapped.
You shrugged. “Kirishima told me you’d still be here. Thought I’d stop by.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Tch. Don’t you got somewhere better to be?”
“Probably,” you said easily, walking further into the gym. “But this is more interesting.”
That threw him off. Most people didn’t stick around after his fights. Not unless they wanted something.
But you weren’t asking for anything.
And that was what made you dangerous.
He grabbed his water bottle and took a long sip, trying to ignore the way you were watching him.
“You train like you’re running from something,” you said suddenly.
He nearly choked on his water. “The fuck did you just say?”
You leaned against the ring, arms crossed, studying him with an expression that was way too goddamn knowing. “You fight like there’s something chasing you.”
He scoffed. “Tch. You don’t know shit about fighting.”
“I know about people,” you shot back.
His jaw clenched.
Because that was the problem.
You weren’t looking at him like a fighter. You were looking at him like a person. And that threw him off. It wasn’t just the intensity of your gaze; it was the way you seemed to see him—past the tough exterior, into something deeper.
He didn’t know what to do with that.
You didn’t go away after that initial encounter. Somehow, you kept showing up—at the gym, at his fights, infiltrating his thoughts at the most inconvenient times. You’d sit on the sidelines, a calm presence amidst the chaos, watching with that same unreadable expression that both intrigued and frustrated him. You didn’t fawn over him. You didn’t try to flirt or get his attention. You were just… there.
And no matter how much he tried to ignore you, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were gradually unraveling him.
“Yo, you good, man?” Kirishima asked after a particularly exhausting sparring session, wiping sweat from his brow.
Bakugo scowled, his irritation simmering just below the surface. “The fuck kind of question is that?”
Kirishima smirked, a knowing light in his eyes. “I dunno, dude. You’ve been off lately. Like, you’ve been extra agitated every time (Y/N) is around.”
Bakugo’s fists tightened into balls at his sides, his heart racing. “Shut the hell up.”
Kirishima just laughed, unfazed. “Bro. You’re so obvious.”
There was nothing obvious about it, at least that’s what he kept telling himself. The truth was, every time he caught a glimpse of you cheering for him—your lips curled into that soft smile, your eyes sparkling with pride—he felt something shift inside him. Something he wasn't prepared to confront.
It was maddening how a simple presence could ignite a fire in his chest.
He cursed under his breath, pushing the thought aside. There was nothing to even talk about, nothing to feel. Because whatever this was—whatever you were doing to him—he wasn’t gonna let it get in the way.
He refused to let his heart get tangled in the mess of feelings he didn’t understand. But deep down, a part of him wondered if perhaps being a fighter meant more than just throwing punches. Perhaps it meant fighting for something—or someone—worth it.
So, as always, he did the only thing he knew how to do.
He trained harder.
And harder.
And harder.
Like he could beat the thought of you out of his head.
Like he could make himself stop wanting something he wasn’t supposed to have.
But no matter how hard he tried…You were still there.
And that was the real problem.
After that night, things… shifted.
He stopped avoiding you. Stopped pretending you didn’t exist.
You still weren’t pushing to be in his life, but somehow, you were just there—closer than before.
And maybe… just maybe… he liked that.
A little too much.
Recently, You started showing up at the gym more.
You never interrupted his training, never got in his way, but he could feel you there. Could hear the way you’d tease Kirishima when he dropped a weight. Could hear your voice in between the rounds of his sparring matches.
And you wanna know the worst part about it?
He started looking forward to it.
“You’re getting better,” you said one day, watching him hit the pads with his trainer.
He wiped sweat from his brow, smirking. “Tch. ‘Course I am. I’m not some weak-ass rookie.”
You rolled your eyes. “Never said you were. But you used to just go for the kill every fight. You’re starting to actually think in the ring.”
His smirk faltered.
Because that was true, too.
He fought like a ticking time bomb, each punch a detonation of raw power that sent shockwaves through his opponents. His reputation was built on pure brute force, but recently… everything had shifted.
He was evolving.
Taking a breath.
Learning the game.
Maybe it was because, for the first time, he had someone whose opinion actually mattered to him.
Shit.
This was spiraling out of control.
It wasn’t just in the ring anymore.
You started showing up in his life outside the gym, too. After every match, you’d be there, thrusting a water bottle into his hands before he could even catch his breath.
“You’ve got to hydrate, dumbass” you’d tease, rolling your eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
And hell, he found himself addicted to the way you called him a dumbass with that playful grin.
Then there was that one night when Kirishima dragged him to a late-night diner, and there you were—totally unexpected.
But instead of bailing like he usually would, he took a seat next to you in the booth. He picked at his food, captivated by your animated argument with Kirishima about something ridiculously trivial. When you nudged his arm, asking for his take, he found himself responding.
Because he wanted to.
Because you were a blast.
Because, for just a moment, fighting faded into the background.
That’s when things got really complicated.
The real trouble started the moment he stopped denying it.
When he started craving your presence.
When he caught himself stealing glances at you when you thought he wasn’t looking.
When he realized your laughter was now his favorite melody.
And then the late nights came, when he lay in bed wide awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what you were up to.
Did you think about him, too?
Oh hell.
He was in deep.
And he had no idea how to navigate this storm brewing inside him.
Bakugo didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him.
Scratch that—he knew.
He just didn’t want to admit it.
For weeks now, he’d been stuck in his own goddamn head, trying—and failing—to pretend that you weren’t the reason his focus was slipping. Every training session, every sparring match, everything just felt… off. It had gotten worse.
Everything about you messed with him.
The way you chewed on your lip when you were thinking, lost in a world that felt miles away. The way your voice softened when you spoke to him, just a little, as if he wasn’t the disaster everybody painted him to be. The way you looked at him—eyes bright and curious—like he was more than just his fists, more than the explosive temper that often burned those around him.
And now? He couldn’t fucking stand it.
Because he wanted you.
Badly.
And it was driving him insane.
“So,” Kirishima said, leaning against the locker room bench, arms crossed with that unnerving spiky smile plastered on his face. “You gonna tell her, or are you just gonna keep making that face forever?”
Bakugo scowled. “What fucking face?”
Kirishima smirked wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “The one you’re making right now. The ‘I’m a grumpy volcano that’s about to erupt’ face.”
With an annoyed grunt, Bakugo yanked off his gloves, throwing them into his locker as if they were the source of all his problems. “I ain’t makin’ a face.”
“Dude.” Kirishima exhaled dramatically, rolling his eyes. “You like her. It’s painfully obvious. You get all weird and broody whenever she’s around.”
Bakugo turned his back, trying to hide the heat blooming in his cheeks. “I ain’t broody.”
Kirishima ignored him, shoving his hands into his pockets with a casual confidence that only aggravated Bakugo further. “And she definitely likes you, too.”
That made him freeze.
His fingers tightened around the straps of his gloves, heart hammering in a way he really didn’t fucking like. The thought of you returning his feelings stirred something inside him—a mix of fear and hope that twisted his stomach into knots.
He forced a scoff, trying to mask the turmoil. “Tch. You don’t know that.”
“Bro, she watches your fights like she’s trying to figure you out. No one stares at someone that much unless they’re either obsessed or in love.”
Bakugo clenched his jaw, irritation bubbling up.
Love.
No.
That wasn’t what this was.
It couldn’t be.
Right?
Kirishima leaned forward, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “I’ve seen the way she lights up when you walk in. When she cheers for you, it’s like she’s rooting for a hero.”
He paused, letting his words settle into Bakugo's mind, each one weighing heavier than the last. “You could have something real, man. But if you just keep pretending it’s nothing—”
Bakugo cut him off, spinning around with a fierce glare. “Shut it! I’m not in the mood for your sappy bullshit!”
Kirishima raised his hands in defense. “Hey, I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. You can’t keep running away from this. It’s like you want to explode but you’re holding it back. Just tell her how you feel!”
But the thought of putting himself out there, of opening up, felt like a different kind of explosion—one that terrified him. A battle he wasn't sure he could win.
“What if I…?” His voice trailed off, the whisper fragile, almost foreign to him.
“What if you what?” Kirishima pressed, leaning in closer, eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern.
“What if she thinks I’m a total loser?” Bakugo shot back, the words slipping out before he could catch them.
Kirishima chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Dude, she’s been right by your side through everything. Trust me. She sees you. The real you. Not just the angry guy who blows stuff up.”
And in that moment, all Bakugo could do was stare into his friend's earnest eyes, the wheels turning in his mind. He felt the pressure build within him—not just the pressure of his own chaotic thoughts, but a surge of longing that was hard to ignore.
“What if I try?” he muttered, almost to himself.
Kirishima’s face split into a grin. “Now you’re talking! Just think about it. Taking a leap like this can lead to something incredible. And who knows? You might just find that she’s waiting for you to make a move.”
Bakugo took a deep breath, gripping his locker. The thought of finally breaking free from this never-ending cycle of confusion was both terrifying and exhilarating. But deep down, he knew he couldn't keep pretending anymore.
With every passing moment, the desire to grab you by the shoulders and confess everything grew stronger. He would have to face his fears—head-on, just like he did in every fight.
“Alright,” he growled, determination erupting within him. “I’ll do it.”
As Kirishima gave him a confident nod, Bakugo felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that accompanied every fight—but this time, it was for something much more important than just victory. It was for you. The challenge had been accepted, and he was ready to stop being the broody, angry guy everyone expected him to be.
Bakugo would fight for this, and he wouldn't back down. Not now, not ever.
Kirishima nudged him with his foot. “Dude, just confess already. It’s not like she’s gonna reject you.”
Bakugo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his damp hair.
Confess?
He wasn’t that guy.
He wasn’t soft. He wasn’t romantic. He didn’t have a way with words.
And what if he messed it up?
What if you looked at him differently?
What if—
Kirishima snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Oi. Stop thinking so damn much.”
Bakugo growled. “I ain’t—”
“Yeah, yeah, you ain’t thinking, whatever.” Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Just tell her.”
Bakugo let out a long, frustrated sigh.
Fine.
Fuck it.
If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do it his way.
Finding you wasn’t hard. You were always around the gym, watching his fights, teasing him after sparring sessions, lighting a fire in his chest that he couldn’t quite understand.
And just like always, there you were—sitting on the bench outside the gym, scrolling through your phone, waiting.
Waiting for him.
His stomach tightened at the sight.
He shoved the feeling aside and made his way toward you, stopping just a foot away.
You glanced up, a bright smile breaking across your face. “Oh, hey! Good fight tonight. You didn’t completely destroy the guy in the first round this time. Progress.”
He ignored the jab, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide the slight tremor. “Come with me.”
You blinked, surprised. “Uh. Okay?”
You stood, raising an eyebrow, but didn’t argue when he began to walk away—leading you down the dimly lit street. The hum of the city buzzed around, cars thudding in the distance, the faint flickering of a streetlamp overhead matching the anxiety in his chest.
Finally, he stopped near an empty park, hands still deep in his pockets. The air felt electric, charged with anticipation and the weight of everything he was about to say.
You tilted your head, your curiosity making you even more breathtaking. “So… what’s up?”
He exhaled sharply, staring at the ground like it held the answers to all his questions.
Fuck.
Why was this so hard?
He could beat the hell out of seasoned fighters, could take punches that would knock most guys out, could bleed for his dream—but standing here, he felt utterly paralyzed.
His hands curled into fists with frustration.
Then, finally—
“I like you.”
Silence.
The words hung in the air, heavy and final.
Slowly, you blinked.
“…Wait. What?”
His jaw clenched. “You heard me.”
A small smile tugged at your lips, transforming your face into a canvas of joy. “I think I did. But you might have to say it again.”
His eye twitched. “I swear to god—”
You laughed, the sound like music ringing through the night.
It irritated him and thrilled him all at once, making his heart race faster.
You crossed your arms, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Okay, let’s pretend I didn’t already know that. Why do you like me?”
His stomach flipped, twisting in a whirlwind of nerves.
“Tch. The hell kinda question is that?”
“A very fair one.” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him to explain the impossible. “C’mon, Katsuki. If you’re gonna confess, do it right.”
His face burned hotter than a raging flame.
This is a mistake.
Why the hell am I doing this?
But he was already in too deep.
So, fuck it.
He took a tentative step closer.
Then another.
Until you were right there, just inches away, your teasing expression faltering as you realized the gravity of the moment.
His voice dropped lower, rough yet full of depth. “I like you because you don’t take my shit.”
You inhaled sharply, eyes wide with surprise.
“I like you because you don’t look at me like everyone else does.”
Your breath hitched, and he noticed the way your lips parted slightly.
“I like you because you’re in my goddamn head and I can’t get you out.”
Your gaze flickered down to his mouth, and he saw everything shift in your expression, a mix of surprise and something he dared to hope was desire.
And then—
He kissed you.
Hard.
It was a surge of emotion, raw and unrefined. All teeth, heat, and a desperate need, as if the world around them had vanished and there was only you and him in that moment.
This wasn’t some innocent little crush.
This was him breaking.
Breaking down walls that had stood for too long, walls that had been built to keep everyone—and everything—out. But you had found the cracks, slipped through them before he even realized what was happening, and now—now—he was caving.
Your fingers fisted into his shirt, desperate, pulling him closer like you couldn’t get enough. And fuck, that was all the encouragement he needed.
He growled against your lips, something raw and almost dangerous, his hands gripping your waist in a vice, holding you there, pinning you against him like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the goddamn earth.
You gasped, and he took advantage of it, deepening the kiss—hungry, reckless, all-consuming. It was messy, all teeth and heat and the undeniable, electric pull between you both.
He wasn’t thinking anymore.
He was just feeling.
You tasted like something dangerous. Something he couldn’t get enough of—like a match striking against gasoline, igniting something deep inside him that had been waiting to burn.
His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you flush against him, and he let out a shaky, almost desperate breath against your mouth.
More.
He needed more.
The feeling of your body against his, the heat of your skin seeping into him, the way your nails raked up his back, sending a sharp shudder through his spine—it was fucking addictive.
He had been starving, and now that he had this, now that he had you, he didn’t know how the hell he was supposed to stop.
Your lips moved in sync, perfectly, like you had been waiting just as long for this—like you had wanted him all this time, too.
And when you moaned softly against him, he damn near lost his mind.
His hand slid up your back, pressing against the curve of your spine, holding you impossibly close, swallowing the sound like it was his—because it was.
You were his.
And the realization hit him harder than any punch he had ever taken.
By the time he pulled back, panting, his forehead pressing against yours, he could feel your breath against his lips—shaky, unsteady, just as wrecked as he was.
You looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes dazed, and fuck, he had never seen anything more perfect.
He smirked, but it was different this time—softer, but no less intense.
“Tch. Told you,” he muttered, his voice rough from the weight of everything he had just let go.
You exhaled, blinking up at him, breathless but grinning, and shit, that smile—that goddamn smile—made something inside him snap all over again.
“Okay. Yeah. That was definitely a confession.”
He huffed a laugh, his chest still heaving. “Damn right it was.”
And when you reached up, tracing your fingers along the sharp edge of his jaw, tilting his face back down to yours, he knew—he fucking knew.
There was no going back from this.
The world could go to hell, the entire damn boxing circuit could collapse, and he wouldn’t care.
In that moment, with the stars shining overhead and the world spinning just for them, Bakugo felt something shift inside. No longer just a fighter or a hot-headed boxer—he was yours.
And he wasn’t letting you go.
Mine, he thought, and he knew he was ready to face whatever came next—together.
And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t afraid of wanting.
© sakuraszn! xoxo
art creds: gsony24
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