4:23 Pm | The Adventures Of Dad!gojo

No Strings Attached

Chapter 2

Nerdjo x Fem Reader

18+ ONLY, MDNI

A/N: Art in banner is by the lovely @/84midnightsun on Twitter

CW: Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (Fem Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Creampie

Chapter Index

The university’s library was cold per usual — not just the physical atmosphere, but cold in its appearance as well. The unforgiving fluorescent lights looked more like they belonged in a supermarket aisle than a place of study. They ricocheted off the white, marble floor and were nearly blinding. Built-in shelves graced the colorless walls, housing tens of thousands of books.

Despite the lack of warmth and coziness one would hope to find in a library, Satoru somehow still managed to brighten up the room with his presence alone. He sat directly opposite you — his cheek propped up on his left hand while his right furiously scribbled into various notebooks. A long-sleeved black sweater draped loosely across his shoulders with the edges of his collarbones exposed. Tousled strands the color of snow fell across his forehead in multiple directions, stopping just shy of his glasses. His azure eyes never once left the work in front of him.

Somehow, even with his attention fully devoted to the physics textbook in front of him, he still managed to shine. He never even had to try, because everywhere Satoru Gojo went, he always managed to be a source of light. Perhaps that was just one of the many reasons you had fallen in love with him to begin with.

In a way, it was almost like he was the sun. His brightness was always the focal point as he illuminated everything in his path. He was funny and kind — the type of person who would do anything for a friend in need. Whether it be pulling an all-nighter to help someone study or moving a piece of furniture, he was always the first to volunteer. He was a self-assured and confident man, especially when it came to academics. Everyone, including him, knew he was a genius, and that was one thing he was not humble about. And on top of everything else, he was truly the most beautiful person you had ever met.

Yes, Satoru Gojo was the sun — and you had been trapped in his orbit for as long as you could remember.

He was completely oblivious to you staring at him, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. It was well known that once he started studying, it was damn near impossible to tear him away until he was finished. He had always been that way.

Your gaze traced over him, and you meticulously studied every single detail as if this was the first and last time you would ever see him. From the gentle contours of his cheekbones to the sharp edges of his defined jaw, everything about him was perfect. But it was when your eyes reached his supple lips that memories from the night you two had shared just a week prior came rushing in. The trance you found yourself in was immediately shattered by a harsh ache in your heart.

Immediately following your tryst, the two of you went separate ways for the evening. The next morning, and every day since, not a single word was uttered about what had occurred. Satoru acted as if nothing transpired. You expected as much — he did tell you that it was no strings attached. Regardless, it still burned all the same.

“Satoru,” you whispered in an attempt to gently grab his attention.

He offered no response as he continued penning down his notes. You leaned forward a bit and glanced over what he was writing. Complex equations sprawled across almost two full pages in their entirety. His eyes constantly jumped between the textbook and his notebook, his hand never stopping to take a break as he jotted it all down.

He reached with his left hand to quickly flip over onto the next page. You shot your hand out and were just barely able to catch him before he continued on in his physics-fueled trance. Satoru glanced up at you, his eyes finally meeting with yours. He reached his right hand up, pen in tow, and used his index finger to push his glasses up as they began inching down the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, sorry,” he replied with a lazy grin. “Did you say something?”

You forced a small smile to match his. “I just wanted to let you know that I think I’m going to head home. I don’t have any more classes today.”

“Okay, sure.” The corners of his mouth turned further upward as his grin grew into a smile. “I’ll see you later then.”

You nodded your head in response and began gathering the books sprawled out on the surface in front of you that you hadn’t even touched since your arrival. The wooden chair squealed as it scraped against the tile below. Rising to your feet, you tucked away everything into your backpack and pulled out your phone to check your messages. Just a couple of texts from Suguru and Shoko in the group chat inviting you to game night at their apartment tonight.

You turned towards the door, phone still in hand as you began to type out a reply, when suddenly your body collided with something. Immediately looking up, your eyes were met with a widened pair staring right back at you.

A blonde girl, about the same height as you, carrying a stack of books immediately backed up, one of her hands now raised. You didn’t recognize her, which was strange. Your university was decent-sized, but still, you were familiar with the majority of the students. She must be new.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Her hushed whispers were urgent and carried a sincere, apologetic tone.

“I’m fine,” you offered with a smile. “I should be the one apologizing. It was my fault.”

“Naori!” You heard Satoru’s voice call from behind you. You turned your head around to see him excitedly pointing to your now empty seat.

They knew each other? He had never spoken about her before, and you two told each other everything.

Well, almost everything.

“I’m so sorry again,” Naori said as her hand brushed against your shoulder, pulling your attention back towards her.

You just offered a gentle smile in return and kept walking past her towards the exit. Before exiting, you glanced over your shoulder one final time at your friend, and your face immediately fell at the sight in front of you.

Neither one of them was studying but instead appeared to be deep into a conversation. Both his notebook and textbook had been closed as he began packing them away in his bag. You saw his hand begin to reach across the table and decided it was enough as you turned your gaze back ahead of you.

Pushing on the door, you exited the library and carefully climbed down the concrete steps. The dull ache in your chest was now replaced by a burning sensation as you felt a nasty emotion take root in you. You shook your head to rid yourself of the thoughts trying to course through your mind. There was no point in jumping to conclusions about what you just saw, and even though you knew what you were feeling, you refused to give a name to it. Satoru was never yours to begin with.

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A gurgling sound could be heard as you felt your stomach twisting itself into knots. You were famished to the point it made it difficult to concentrate on the presentation you were attempting to put together for Professor Yaga’s class.

Immediately after you arrived home, you holed yourself up in your room to get some work done. It ensured there would be no distractions, but more importantly, it ensured that you could avoid Satoru. He came home just two hours after you, and since his arrival, you’ve refused to go out into the common areas.

Was it childish? Absolutely. However, you currently had larger things to worry about, and letting your emotions grow out of control would cause far more issues. So once again, you decided you’d just shove them down and deal with them at a later date. You knew it’d come back to bite you sooner rather than later, but in this moment, it felt like the easiest way to deal with things.

Your stomach gurgled a second time —this one was much louder than the first. You pulled your laptop from where it rested on your thighs and set it to the side on top of your nightstand. As long as you were this hungry, you would get absolutely nothing done. You were pretty sure Satoru was in his room and had been since he got home. If you could just run out to the kitchen and quietly grab something quick, chances are you’d be able to make it back without running into him.

Standing up, you slid a pair of slippers on and walked over to your bedroom door. You gently twisted the knob and pushed open the door, allowing your head to peek out of the small crack. Satoru’s room was on the opposite side of the apartment as yours, with the kitchen being in the direct center of you both. He wasn’t in your line of sight, so you opened the door further and pushed yourself forward. You ghosted across the tile floor, not a single sound coming from your footsteps. Upon reaching the end of the short hallway, you peered around the corner into the living room and dining room. Both were empty.

Perfect.

Making your way into the kitchen, you found yourself in front of the pantry. You carefully opened the door and reached in, grabbing a half-empty bag of potato chips. Slipping them under your arm, you grabbed a sleeve of chocolate chip cookies for good measure before closing the pantry back.

“You’re not coming to game night?” Satoru’s voice called out as his bedroom door swung open. You jumped back in surprise, nearly dropping the snacks under your arm.

He had just gotten out of the shower. His milky hair was still damp and effortlessly cascaded around his vivid eyes. Nothing but dark-wash jeans with a pair of gray Calvin Kleins peeking over the top graced his body. You immediately brought your eyes up to his. The last thing you wanted was for him to notice you gawking at his body.

“Well?” He looked you up and down with a small frown.

You glanced down at yourself only to remember you were wearing your pajama shorts. No wonder he was asking.

“No, I’m staying home. Have some stuff to do.” You kept your response curt as you attempted to head back towards your room.

“Oh, come on! Everyone’s gonna be there.” You already knew his face carried a massive pout without even turning around. “Even Nanami’s coming, and he hates game night!”

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you made your way back into the room, using your foot to kick the door shut behind you.

Crawling back into bed, you peeled open the sleeve of cookies and shoved one into your mouth, taking as big of a bite as you could muster. Reaching over to the nightstand, you grabbed a water bottle and popped the cap off before taking a swig. You moved your computer back to your lap and opened your presentation back up.

Your phone began to vibrate next to you, and after glancing over, you saw a single message from Satoru containing nothing but a frowning face. The screen went dark as you slid your finger over and clicked the lock button. You needed to focus on your project. Everything else could wait.

Your fingers frantically typed, only occasionally pulling away to bring another cookie to your mouth. Another buzz came from your phone as the screen illuminated. It was from Satoru again, this time a message containing two frowning faces. You just rolled your eyes in response. Why was he being so damn persistent today? He rarely even went to game night himself. Usually he was the one who was locked away studying.

Suddenly, your bedroom door swung open, nearly slamming into the wall, and Satoru was standing in the entrance, both hands placed firmly on his hips.

His hair was now dry and styled as usual, landing perfectly atop the frame of his glasses he had just put on. A blue button-down was neatly tucked into his jeans with a black leather belt snaking through his belt loops. He looked as good as he always did.

Your name sweetly dripped from his lips like honey, and your heart immediately fluttered. Sometimes you really hated how you were nothing more than putty in his hands.

“Please get dressed and come out with me. It’s going to be fun.” He walked further into your room and plopped down onto the edge of your bed as he pleaded with you.

“I have this presentation to finish for Yaga’s class,” you said as you pulled your eyes back to the screen and began typing again. “The deadline is in two days, and it accounts for a pretty big chunk of my grade.”

“Then I’ll help you with it when we get back.” He tried to reach his hand over to grab your laptop, but before it could make contact, you were swatting him away.

“Gojo, stop.” Your eyes widened as you realized what you said the second it escaped your mouth.

Satoru was just as taken aback as you were. His brows instantly furrowed as a look of pure bewilderment took over his face. You don’t think you’ve ever called him that the entire time you two had known each other.

“What’s going on with you?” His voice was laced with genuine concern.

Setting your laptop to the side, you fully sat up, finally giving him your undivided attention. “Look, I’m sorry, but this presentation is a really big deal. Besides, they host game night every month. I’ll just join in on the next one.”

Your presentation’s deadline was in two days — that much was the truth. However, if it weren’t for what you had witnessed unfold earlier at the library, you’d likely still be going to Suguru and Shoko’s place.

What you had seen had likely been nothing more than a harmless interaction, but even if it wasn’t, it was none of your business. You and Satoru had never been nothing more than friends, and a one-time hookup wouldn’t change that. However, no matter how you looked at the situation, you were still hurting, and you were desperate for a distraction. If throwing yourself into schoolwork offered you even a moment of solace, you’d eat it up.

“Bring your laptop into the living room, and I’ll help you work on it.” He pushed himself to his feet and turned towards the door. “I’m gonna go tell Suguru that we’re not coming tonight.”

“No, Satoru, you don’t have—“

Your words were cut short as he shut the door behind him.

Fuck.

Of course he’d offer to stay home and help you. That was just the kind of person he was.

You shot to your feet and rushed into the living room, catching him just as he picked up his phone and began typing.

“Satoru, seriously, it’s okay,” you reassured him, your voice a far higher pitch than you hoped it would be. “You don’t have to stay in and help me tonight.”

“I want to, seriously,” he said as he continued typing for a moment. His fingers came to a stop, and he looked up at you with a smile. “This is obviously important to you, besides we’ll just go next month like you said.”

“But—“

“No.” He was quick to cut you short before you could protest any further. “Now, go grab your laptop, and I’m going to go change.”

Disappearing to his room without another word, you began trudging back to your room. Once you grabbed what you needed, you headed back towards the couch and plopped down. You pulled the black coffee table towards you and set your laptop on it before folding your legs underneath you.

Satoru soon returned, this time in a white pair of sweatpants and a black compression shirt. He secured himself right next to you and immediately leaned forward, his fingers clicking through the slides you had already completed. You held your breath as his elbow bumped into your knee. The two of you were currently far too close for your liking.

This was the exact opposite of how you had wanted to spend your evening. At least if you had gone to game night, there would’ve been a bunch of other people there with you, and you wouldn’t be forced into such a close proximity with Satoru. Everything had completely backfired.

”Do you mind if I change a few things on the slides you’ve already done?” Satoru asked as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Not at all.”

You watched as he sat back up and leaned against the back of the couch. He set your computer on his lap, and the sounds of typing and clicking soon followed.

Scooting over as far as you could, you laid against the couch’s armrest and began mindlessly scrolling through social media. The tension in the air was palpable, at least to you anyways. Satoru had no idea how you felt or what was truly going on, and he was terrible at reading others’ emotions anyways. He always had been.

Roughly an hour passed with the two staying in the same positions, neither one speaking a single word. You locked your phone and rose to your feet. A pair of cerulean eyes cut up to you as soon as your weight shifted off the couch cushions.

“Going to get a snack,” you informed him as you shuffled over to the refrigerator.

Satoru stood up and immediately followed suit. “Do we have anything sweet?”

You couldn’t resist the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. He truly never changes. “As long as you live here, we’ll always have something sweet.”

“Oh?” A shit-eating grin spread across his face, stretching ear to ear as he reached around you into the now open fridge.

Your cheeks grew hot as you turned your face back towards the fridge, hoping he wouldn’t notice. You smacked his hand away, and he immediately pulled it back. “Now, that’s not what I meant, and you know it. And wait your turn, I was here first.”

Reaching in, you grabbed a container of chocolate-covered strawberries and turned around, setting them on the counter. You flipped open the clear, plastic lid and pulled out one dipped in white chocolate that was decorated with red sprinkles. Bringing it up to your lips, you sank your teeth in and took a generous bite, only leaving the leaves for you to discard.

Satoru was staring at you, and you already knew he wanted some. You flipped the open container towards him and motioned at the five remaining strawberries as an offer.

“Are you not going to feed me one?” He fluttered his eyelashes, a smile still gracing his face.

You rolled your eyes in response and shoved the container of strawberries closer to him. “Absolutely not.”

His bottom lip protruded into the most dramatic pout he could muster. “We’ve been best friends for almost twenty years, and you won’t even feed me a strawberry.”

You let out an exasperated sigh and snatched up a strawberry, this one covered in a layer of milk chocolate with white chocolate stripes. He opened his mouth expectantly, and you brought it up to his lips. He took a bite, and you could’ve sworn his smile grew even larger with every chew. If there was one thing about Satoru, he loved his sweets.

“Are you happy now?”

You received an immediate hum of approval as you closed the lid and turned to set them back in the fridge. “You know, Satoru, after all these years, you’re still just as annoying as ever.”

“Annoying, huh?” You froze as his breath was suddenly hot on your ear. The container fell from your hand at the sudden sensation and hit the plastic shelf with a clank.

Before you could react, he placed a soft kiss on your neck, just below your earlobe. A pair of hands snaked around your waist from behind and slipped underneath the hem of your tank top. Flashbacks of the week prior flooded your mind, and the way you felt was almost identical. You knew, after everything, you should end this before it escalated, but once again, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. The second his lips touched you, all logic went out the window.

Your hands settled on top of his and guided them downwards until they sunk under the waistband of your shorts. He pulled you backwards, and as soon as your bodies collided, you could feel his hard length rubbing against you. Satoru left a gentle trail of kisses along the side of your neck as his hands sunk lower and lower.

His right index finger slid between your folds and immediately made its way to your entrance. He wasted no time sinking it in as far as it could possibly go. A gasp escaped you at the sudden intrusion, and you leaned forward, grabbing onto the fridge door for support as he curled his finger inside of you.

“Already soaked,” he cooed as his left hand found its way to your clit. You let out a whimper as he began to slowly draw circles around the sensitive nub, his lips never leaving your neck.

He continued until you were just about to reach your climax before retracting both of his hands from you and spinning you around. You opened your mouth to protest the sudden loss of contact, but before you could get any words out, he shoved the refrigerator closed and pushed you back against the stainless steel. Satoru immediately fell to his knees and lifted your right leg over his shoulder while your left was still firmly planted on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“I told you I wanted something sweet.” In one fluid motion, he pulled down both your shorts and your panties. Within an instant, his mouth was on you. You let out a moan as he began gently moving his tongue back and forth. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to savor it.

“Thought about this all week,” he confessed. You couldn’t tell if the butterflies you felt were from the physical pleasure or his sudden admission that the night you shared hadn’t left his mind.

Before your thoughts could stray further, Satoru placed his left hand under the upper part of your right thigh, offering you much-needed support as he began to pick up the pace. You entwined your fingers into his soft strands and gently tugged on them, prompting a quiet groan from him.

Your left leg began trembling and your right heel dug into the muscles on his back as you grew close. Heat began pooling in your abdomen. Your eyes forced shut as you threw your head back. Satoru continued to lap at your clit as your moans grew louder and louder. Your climax exploded through you, and his grip on you tightened as your body jerked forward. He slowed his pace back down, allowing you to ride it out before pulling back.

He rose to his feet and instantly captured your lips with his. The kiss was messy and desperate as he pulled you into him. Both of his hands slipped underneath you, and as he lifted you up into the air, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

He deepened your kiss as he carried you towards the couch, his tongue prying your lips apart and pushing its way into your mouth. Lowering himself down onto the couch, he brought you with him, your knees landing on both sides of his lap. He finally broke the kiss, a thick string of saliva connecting his mouth to yours as he briefly pulled away.

“Please let me fuck you,” he pleaded breathlessly as he slipped his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs. His hard cock sprung free, the tip swollen and red, leaking beads of clear fluid.

You leaned forward, raising yourself up enough for him to line up perfectly with your entrance. Lowering yourself just a bit, his tip began pressing into your cunt, prompting a soft groan from him. In a singular, swift movement you pushed all the way down, taking him all in one go. A second, louder groan fell from his lips as a gasp escaped yours.

His hands connected with your waist, slipping underneath your tank top and pulling it over your head, tossing it to the side. He leaned forward, bringing his mouth to one of your nipples as you slowly began bouncing up and down on his cock.

His tongue encircled the hardened tip as he brought one of his hands to the other, capturing it between his thumb and index finger, rubbing back and forth.

You threw your head back as you started to pick up the rhythm. “I thought about this all week.” Your admission was tumbling from your mouth before you even knew what you were saying.

“How your hands felt on my body and your mouth on mine.” You knew you should quit while you were ahead, but you felt so intoxicated by him you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop. “The way your cock fit inside me perfectly, like it was made for me.”

He pulled back, both of his hands gripping your ass as he took control of the pace, guiding you up and down his length. “If you don’t stop talking like that, I’m not gonna last.”

Your head fell forward and rested against his shoulder as he rutted into you. His pace was far rougher than the first night the two of you shared.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Satoru managed to choke out between his symphony of groans.

His cock repeatedly pushed into your cervix as he pushed himself as far into you as he could physically go. His pace began to grow sloppy as he continued ramming in and out of your sopping cunt.

You could feel him twitch inside of you before he began flooding your insides with his thick, white cum. He thrust into you a few more times as he rode out his climax, his warm seed and your slick juices dripping out from around the edges of his cock and running down your inner thighs onto his lap.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his, and closed your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you, still not pulling out, and allowed you to rest there for just a moment as he attempted to catch his own breath.

“Did you mean what you said?” He mumbled, his lips so close to yours that you could inhale him. “That you thought about me all week?”

“Mhm,” you opened your eyes to see a bright blue pair staring right back at you from behind the lenses of his glasses. “Did you?”

“I did,” his voice was incredibly soft as he offered a smile.

The position the two of you found yourselves in was far too intimate for friends who were just hooking up. Whether he realized it yet or not, whatever arrangement you shared with one another would never be casual. You knew the truth was that no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to outrun your feelings for him. You could desperately push them down and try to drown them out, but they’d always be there, bubbling back up to the surface until they finally erupted.

You knew what you had to do now. Coming clean and confessing how you felt was truly the only viable option. Not tonight, but soon. Even if your feelings were unrequited, you couldn’t hold them in any longer, because you knew that Satoru Gojo was the sun — and you’d never be able to escape being stuck in his orbit.

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Gojo would 100% be that over-the-top, chronically online boyfriend, the kind who turns every mundane moment into a viral TikTok or Instagram story. The fact that he's dating someone who barely texts back, has no social media presence, and just doesn’t care about internet clout? It drives him insane in the best way.

He’s all over his feed, posting thirst traps with captions like, “POV: You’re the luckiest girl alive,” tagging you even though you’ll never see it. Then there’s you—completely unbothered—rolling your eyes every time he shoves his phone in your face for a new TikTok.

“Babe, say hi to my followers!” “Gojo, what followers?” “The millions of them, obviously. Now give them a little wave—” “No.”

Gojo would totally make a TikTok of you fixing his car with some absurd soundbite like "A MAN, A MAN, AMMMMAANNNNN" while dramatically zooming in on your face covered in grease. Meanwhile, you’d just be looking at him like, "Do you ever shut up?"

And his followers? Eating it up.

Then cuts to a thirst-trap selfie of himself, just because.

Imagine him dragging you into a video where he’s like, “POV: You bagged a billionaire,” and you're standing there in your work clothes holding a wrench, absolutely done with his antics.

“Do you ever get tired of being embarrassing?” “Never,” he grins, “it’s part of my charm!”

And the nepo-baby billionaire vibes? Oh, he’s unbearable in the best way. You’re the grounded yin to his unhinged, internet-addicted yang, and somehow, it works perfectly.

Bouns:

He tries to rope you into one of those TikTok dance trends, but you’re having none of it. “C’mon, babe! Just do one move!” “No.” “Just clap at the end!” “No.” He eventually edits the TikTok with a cardboard cutout of you in the background while he’s dancing alone, captioning it: “Relationship status: She’s too good for me.”

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jjk fans we need, this tomorrow is a rough day for us 😩 let's thug it out together.

MILF

Satoru Gojo x reader, Megumi Fushiguro x reader(platonic), 

Summary- “Fushiguro, you didn’t tell me your mom is a total milf.”

Warnings- Yuji being a teenage boy Megumi is a mommas boy

Wc- 900+

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Ever since Yuji heard the man he would come to know as Satoru Gojo said the words to Fushiguro at the school.

“I got an earful from the higher-ups ‘cause the special grade cursed object’s still missing, then your mother found out and I got an earful from her.” 

Then when he was tied up Gojo kept mentioning his wife and how she helped him suspend his execution for the time being. 

Yuji was even more interested in this woman who was Fushiguros mom and Satoru Gojo’s wife. I mean that would mean Fushiguro is Gojo’s son but he looks nothing like Gojo(besides maybe the hairstyle) and he doesn’t call him Dad. Hmm, maybe he looked more like his mom? 

He walked onto the school grounds with Satoru next to him. Sukuna made an appearance on his cheek then his hand. But as Satoru explained Sukuna, Yuji’s eyes landed on a woman at the top of the stairs. She was talking on the phone and staring at her nails. She wore dark expensive-looking sunglasses, a pair of jeans, sandals, and a tank top. He could also tell she was foreign.

“WIFEY!” Satoru yelled out beside him and ran towards the woman. The woman hung up her phone and opened her arms out for Satoru. He spun her around in the air and then smashed their lips together. He placed her on the ground and she pushed against his chest gently to pull away. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to be back for another day.” 

She scoffed and crossed her arms and Yuji watched the sorcerer in front of her pout.

“My son got sent on a mission to retrieve the finger of Ryomen Sukuna and got badly hurt in the process. Of course, I had to come.”

So this is his mom. She looks nothing like him either but I gotta say, she is one hot piece-

“So this is Sukunas vessel?” They had turned their attention to him and Yuji was staring directly at Gojo’s wife.

“Before we start talking, Yuji, this is my wife Y/n L/n. She's a special-grade sorcerer just like me!”

Whatever that means, nobody’s explained this grading stuff to me yet

“Yuji Itadori. A pleasure to meet you.” She gave him a bow and he did the same back. “How do you feel?” Her face softened and she took two steps down to inspect him. 

“Um fine, I guess, considering everything.” 

“Good, good. And you can control Sukuna at will?” 

“Mhmm.” 

She’s so hot

“I'm flattered Itadori.” She says with amusement and the boy looks at her horrified.

“Huh!?” He blushed heavily and shook his head. “I'm so sorry! Wait, how did you know that!?” 

“Oh yeah, Y/n’s technique is telepathy. So my girl can read your mind, control your mind, mess with your mind, and destroy it.” He said and kissed her cheek. 

“Cool! Sorry about that though.” He scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly. 

“It's okay, Itadori.” Yuji’s blush hadn’t gone away and just burnt harder. “Well I'm going to go check on Megumi, I’ll see you two later.” Both guys watched her go. 

“Whoah,” Yuji says and Satoru nods.

“I know right.”

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“Megumi?” You knocked on his door and received no answer. You opened the door and saw him curled up in deep sleep. You smiled softly and approached his bed. You leaned over him and kissed his cheek, making him twitch but he relaxed. You sat in the chair in the corner and brought your feet up. 

Megumi slept for another solid 10 minutes before waking up. You set your phone down and smiled.

“Hey Gumi, how are you feeling?” You sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his shoulder.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” He asks, sounding extremely tired. 

“I had to come check on you.” 

“Mmph.” He sat up and groaned. 

“You should keep resting.”

“My head hurts.” 

“All the more reason to.”

The loud voices of Yuji and Satoru cut you off. Megumi's face hardened and he threw the sheets off his body. He opened the door and at the same time, Yuji and Satoru walked out of Yuji's new room. 

“You’re next door?” 

“Hey, Fushiguro!” You slipped past Megumi and walked to stand by Satoru. “Wow. You look all better now!”

“There are lots of other rooms, you know?” Megumi says with a scowl.

“Don’t be like that Gumi’, this can be good for you.” You say trying to convince him but he crosses his arms. Yuji walked up to Megumi and leaned towards him.

“Fushiguro, you didn’t tell me your mom is a total milf.” Yuji whispers to him. Megumi's eyes widened and left eye twitched.

“Huh!? Wh-Why would you say something like that!” Megumi whacked Yuji on the back. 

“Ow! I mean it's true, and that ass though. She could put Jennifer Lawernce to shame.” 

“STOP IT!” 

“Boys, everything okay?” 

“Yes, Mrs. Gojo!” Itadori says with a bright smile. While Megumi looked like he was going to blow a fuse. You look at them in confusion but turn back to Satoru. 

“That's my mom Itadori.”

“Hey, Mrs. Gojo. Are you a teacher here?” Yuji asks you and you shake your head. 

“No, but I'll be sticking around.” 

“Great!” Yuji thumbs up’s you. 

“Hmph.” Megumi grunts and glares. 

Sorry J Law but my type is Fushiguros mom now

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More on the reader technique by risingblackstar 

The fastest sexiest pizza in Tokyo

Damn, Tiger Pizza doesn't just make yummy pizza. They also send yummy delivery boys nowadays! Too bad that you seem to have lost your wallet and can't pay for your order. Or is it? Maybe finding alternative ways of payment isn't that bad when your delivery boy is such a snack himself!

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 4k Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex with a stranger, oral, cumshot, cumeating, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, eating pizza while fucking lol. This is just a stupid and cheesy smut fest that makes me want to order at Tiger Pizza every day! All characters are of age. This story is 18+, minors don't interact.

This is my contribution to the XXX hub collab. I picked the trope delivery boy, obviously! Thank you so much to @novaresque and @manjiken for hosting this amazing collab! I had so much fun with this!

You pull the door open and are greeted by pastel pink hair and a dazzling smile.

"Hey, thank you for ordering at Tiger Pizza! The fastest pizza in Tokyo!"

You blink several times, staring dazedly at the guy in front of you. Why is your pizza delivery boy so hot?

He must be new. You have never seen him before. You would definitely remember that cute smile and the golden eyes and cotton candy pink hair peeking out under his red Tiger Pizza baseball cap. Your gaze wanders downwards. And those biceps! You would definitely remember those too!

Damn, Tiger Pizza doesn't just make yummy pizza. They also send yummy delivery boys nowadays!

You give him a warm smile,

"Wow, thank you for the fast delivery! Let me grab my wallet!"

And suddenly, the horror crashes over you. Oh shit! The small bowl on top of your shoe cupboard where you usually put your wallet is empty!

"Would you mind waiting a moment? Or, just come in, I guess! I have to search for my wallet real quick, sorry."

"Sure, no problem. Where is your kitchen? I'll just put the food there."

You lead Tiger Pizza boy to your kitchen, looking for your wallet on the way where. But to your dismay, it is nowhere to be found. Not in your bag, not on the couch table, not on the kitchen counter.

"Um...this is embarrassing, but I don't have any money."

Hot delivery boy's bright smile falters a little bit, and he raises his eyebrows.

"Huh?"

You begin to sweat.

"I'm so sorry! I must have lost my wallet. What..what do we do now?"

Tiger Pizza boy stops smiling and instead scratches his cute pink hair.

"Well, I can't go back without the money, or the books won't add up."

His honey eyes look at you with the biggest puppy dog look you have ever seen on a human being. Gosh, is he pouting? He looks so fucking cute!

He puts the pizza and salad box down on your kitchen table and shoves his large tan hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, rummaging around until he pulls a few banknotes out triumphantly. The smile is back on his face.

"Ok, looks like I can pay for your order!"

Now you feel even worse. As a pizza delivery boy, he definitely doesn't earn a lot. He's probably a poor college student who's struggling with rent and stuff, and now he has to pay for your mistake!

"No! I don't want you to waste your money on me! You know what, I'll come over to your restaurant tomorrow and bring you the money!"

"No, forget it. It's ok, really. It's on the house!"

You shake your head

"No! I feel so bad! I will definitely give you the money!"

You reach out instinctively, wanting to offer reassurance and rub his arm. Your hand lands on his biceps. Fuck, it really feels just as amazing as you imagined it would.

You should probably pull your hand away again, but you can't bring yourself to do so. You're standing right in front of hot delivery boy now, and up close, he's even sexier.

Taller than you with broad shoulders and an athletic build. Tan skin, a cute smile, pretty honey-colored eyes. He has several scars on his face, but they don't mar his prettiness at all. Instead, they make him look even more handsome somehow, a bit rougher than the sweet smile and boyish attitude let on.

Your hand is still clutching his biceps, so you feel the firm muscles flex, and it feels so delicious. A wave of desire washes over you.

You must be crazy. Maybe it's the fact that you're blood sugar is low at the moment, or maybe the delivery boy is just too sexy for his own good. Regardless of what it is, you suddenly catch yourself blurting out:

"Or is there another way to pay you?"

The way you cock your head and look up at him through your lashes with a sultry look leaves no way for speculation about what you mean. And just to make sure, you also run your finger over his biceps in a seductive way, tracing his muscles gently.

Understanding flickers over his handsome face, and he grins and nods excitedly.

"Oh! That's really sweet of you. Yeah, you can do that..."

He leans against the kitchen table, putting his fit body on display, biceps flexing so deliciously, his defined pecs and abs visible under the tight shirt he's wearing. You never salivated that much about a guy you just met. Even his voice turns you on, smooth and sweet like honey:

"So, how do we go about this? What did you have in mind, sweetie?"

He pulls the baseball cap off his head, revealing even more pastel pink hair. It's ruffled from the cap, looking so soft and pretty that you can't help but lean closer to him and run a hand through the fine pink strands.

It brings you so close to sexy Tiger Pizza boy that he can easily wrap his strong arms around you. And God, those arms feel good!

He pulls you against him, and you yelp softly as you stumble into him. Your hands instinctively come up to brace yourself against his pecs. This must be some dream! Because somehow, this whole situation seems like straight out of some porn.

You have never felt toned pecs like those beneath your fingers. You can't resist the temptation and grab them, digging your nails gently into the taut buff flesh. Hot delivery boy makes a cute sound in return.

You find your voice again too and lift your head to grin at him,

"How about I do things for you that make you happy, and you tell me when I've paid off my debt."

"You're really smart! Sounds like we have a deal. It's nice of you that you want to make me feel good, cutie. I'm such a lucky guy!"

His voice is husky, one large hand cupping your chin and thumb tracing your bottom lip slowly.

Your heart is fluttering wildly in your chest, and your pussy throbs with hot needy arousal. You've never done this before: Just have sex with a random guy out of the blue. But it's so hot, and you want him so bad!

"What would make you happy enough to pay for the salad?"

You ask before closing your lips around his thumb and slowly sucking on it while you look up into his pretty golden eyes.

"Ah fuck... hmm, do that again, but not with my thumb but with my dick."

His words make you moan in excitement. You're really gonna do this! You're gonna suck off this sexy stranger and maybe get laid by him!

You let his thumb slip out of your mouth and take a step back. Hot delivery boy uses that chance to swiftly pull his shirt off and let it fall on the floor, smiling at you in that attractive boyish way that is far too cute and sexy at the same time.

What do these Tiger Pizza people think sending someone like this to deliver their food? It should be illegal!

You let your hungry gaze travel over him. He's a sight for sore eyes. Tall and buff, tan skin looking so smooth and lickable, toned muscles everywhere, thick biceps, delicious titties with pretty nipples, and defined abs that are to die for.

Your gaze travels further down, over the mouth-watering v-line and to the bulge in his pants. His grey sweatpants are already tented in the front, doing nothing to hide how hung he is.

You get pulled out of your drooling by his laugh.

"You gonna undress me, cutie? Or do ya want me to help? Come here, I'll help you. Don't be shy, sweetie."

His big hands take yours and place them on the hem of his sweatpants. But that's all the help you need. You won't wait for a second longer to see more of this total snack in front of you. You hook your fingers in his pants and the boxers beneath and pull both down at the same time.

Your mouth falls open in a silent O. Oh fuck, he is impressive!

His fat cock slaps against his firm abs with a delicious thud. Sitting there against those fine taut abs, fully erect, thick, and long, with a pretty dark pink tip that is oozing pearly pre-cum, which sticks to his tan abs.

Maybe you were wrong. He isn't just a snack. This fine man is a full course meal!

You are on your knees before he can even reach out for you, so eager to get his gorgeous meat into your mouth.

His toned thighs feel so fucking nice under your hands, warm skin, and firm muscles, which tighten when you lean closer and blow air over the swollen dark pink mushroom head. His pretty cock twitches, begging you to suck it.

Sexy delivery boy makes another cute sound. A soft whine, breathless and needy.

"Ah! Fuck, yeah, baby, take it in your mouth and earn your salad. Will you do that for me, please?"

He doesn't have to tell you twice. Your mouth is already on him, engulfing his thick tip with your lips and looking up at him as you suck on him for the first time, tasting his heady and sweet pre-cum on your tongue.

His mouth opens in a low moan, and his strong hands tangle in your hair, grabbing it tightly. It's all the encouragement you need. You moan softly as you take him deeper into your mouth, watching him through your lashes as you bop your mouth on his gorgeous thick cock.

He fills your mouth so wholly. Such a big boy! Tiger Pizza really didn't lie when they advertised to have XXL portions now too. For the big hunger.

Oh yes, you are very hungry. Starved actually! For pizza and for this yummy delivery boy's gorgeous cock!

You can't help but hum and moan around him, so turned on by his cute moans and his strong hands tugging on your hair, getting so desperate for you. He's such a cute one!

You play with his swollen tip, taking your sweet time, kissing the pre-cum off it, licking it lightly, and teasing his slit with the tip of your tongue, asking him to give you more of his intoxicating taste.

And he does. His dick is so eager! Pre-cum keeps trickling out of his cockhead, so much that you can already tell he's a nut-a-lot-boy. Not just good at delivering pizza but also good at delivering big loads of another kind.

"Ah... fuck...feels so good! That salad is already paid for!"

He looks so pretty with his flushed cheeks and mouth hanging open dumbly, his honey eyes boring into yours with such a needy look in them that it makes your pussy throb with want.

You absolutely need this sexy delivery boy in you! You really hope he won't leave after the blow job!

His hands tighten in your hair, and he pulls on it. He pulls your head down onto his cock, rolling his hips and fucking your mouth with deep needy thrusts, catching you by surprise. But damn, you aren't complaining!

His moans turn into breathless whimpers and little mewls, and if that isn't the sweetest and hottest thing you ever heard, you don't know what is!

You can tell he's about to bust by the way his muscular thighs are shaking beneath your hands. You moan around his fat cock, eagerly awaiting his big load. But sexy delivery boy has another plan.

"I wanna nut over your pretty face! Let me cum on your face, and you'll earn the salad dressing too! Please!"

You can just make some unintelligible sound in the back of your throat, but he's already pulling out, and you groan at the loss of his thick cock inside your mouth. But only for a moment because the sight in front of you is too good to stay upset.

Tiger Pizza boy wraps a strong tan hand around his gorgeous cock and pumps it with firm, fast strokes as his moans become louder and more high-pitched, and then he yanks on your hair and pulls your face right in front of that pretty cock.

A moment later, thick warm cum hits your face in several spurts. Belatedly you open your mouth to at least get some of it on your tongue. A moan escapes your mouth as you swallow his thick milky cum and lick your lips to scoop up more of the sticky mess he made on your face.

Sexy delivery boy sighs, and another sweet smile spreads over his face as he looks down at you.

"Fuck, you look pretty. And so messy... let me help you with that."

He pulls you up and licks your face clean, hungrily lapping up his own cum. Your brain isn't functioning anymore. The only thing your mind can come up with is a silent chant of, "Thank you, Tiger Pizza! Thank you for sending me the delivery boy straight out of my dirty fantasies!"

Your dream Tiger Pizza boy is finished collecting all his cum on his tongue, and now his large hand cups your chin, and then he kisses you.

You moan in surprise and desire, obediently opening your mouth as his tongue pushes against it. He licks into your mouth eagerly, feeding his cum to you. And you take all of it happily, moaning as you lick it all off his velvety tongue.

"Hmm, you like that? I'll tell you a secret: This tastes way better than any of the salad dressings we have on our menu."

You can't help but chuckle even as you chase after his lips and tongue, stealing another heated kiss from him. How can he make you so wet and horny while also making you laugh in genuine amusement? This boy is dangerous!

The short stolen kisses turn into an entire makeout session, with his strong arms wrapped around you and his sweet tongue fucking your mouth just like his cock fucked it only a few minutes ago.

You can already feel him growing hard again where his big cock is trapped between your bodies. A relieved smile tugs at your lips. So you will probably get lucky and get more of your sexy Tiger Pizza boy, hm?

As if he was reading your thoughts, his lips wander from your mouth to your neck. Finally, you hear his hoarse voice whisper:

"Ok, you earned the salad and the dressing now. Let's fuck on the table, and you'll earn the rest of the meal."

And with that being said, hot delivery boy kicks off his sweatpants and boxers, which were pooling around his ankles, and hoists himself up on the kitchen table. He almost knocks the pizza and salad boxes down but catches them with a laugh and pushes them to the side so he can lay down.

He looks so gorgeous, laid out there for you, bracing himself on his elbows, making his biceps and abs flex so beautifully. And that cheeky grin on his handsome face is driving you crazy too!

"Did you ever ride a tiger before?"

He's so stupid but so sexy! Your legs are shaking as you get undressed. It's embarrassing how wet you are for the sexy tiger on your kitchen table.

You climb on top of him, straddling his lap, gasping when his strong hands land on your thighs and caress them gently. He has a tattoo, you realize. Two thin black lines circle his right thumb, and it somehow makes your pussy throb even more for him.

Your hands land on his toned pecs again. Fuck! His body is so yummy-looking and feels so good beneath your touch. You're beginning to suspect that sexy delivery boy is the best food Tiger Pizza has to offer.

"Gonna earn my pizza now, tiger-boy."

"Yeah, you better hurry up before it gets cold."

You wrap a hand around his thick base, pumping his cock a few times, making him gasp softly. He is sweet, helping you onto his thick cock. Strong hands grab your hips and lift you onto him.

His strength makes you moan needily as he guides you on his thick tip. Your breath catches in your throat when you feel him stretch you open. God, he's such a big boy. It's so fucking good!

You can't help but gasp as you sink down on him, taking all of him into your creamy pussy. He fills you up so completely, stretching you open in the most pleasurable way.

And when you slowly lift your hips and then let yourself fall down again, it gets even better. His cock is so perfect inside you. It doesn't take any convincing for you to ride him eagerly, bouncing on his thick hard length, always guided by his large warm hands, which are exploring your body, wandering from your thighs to your ass, and kneading it firmly between his strong fingers.

You can't believe a simple order at your usual pizza place led to this: You having a sexy delivery boy between your thighs, riding him on the kitchen table in between the pizza and salad boxes he delivered. You don't want this to end.

"I earned the pizza already, right?"

Your sexy Tiger Pizza boy nods as he looks up at you with heavy-lidded honey eyes,

"You earned half of it. You can take a slice if you like."

You stop bouncing on his thick cock and lean over him to open the pizza box that's lying next to his head. The movement causes your tits to press against his face.

And hot delivery boy moans and turns his face into your tits, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on them, tongue flicking over your nipples hungrily. Your pussy is throbbing around his thick tip anytime his lips close around your nipples to suck on them. He's such a good boy, so sweet and loving!

Your hand closes around a slice of pizza, and you sit up again, gasping when your pussy slides down delivery boy's beautiful cock again.

That's gonna be a first, too: eating pizza while you have a cock inside you. His swollen tip is rubbing against your sweet spot, sending shocks of pleasure through you.

You take a bite of your pizza and chew it while slowly rocking on delivery boy's cock, rolling your eyes in pleasure,

"Mmhh, the pizza is so good! Almost as good as your cock feels, baby."

That earns you a mix between a chuckle and a moan from the sexy boy beneath you.

"Yeah? Give me a bite, too, please? I need strength so you can keep on playing with my dick since you like it so much."

You laugh softly. It's a breathless needy sound because he really feels so perfect in you and his words drive you crazy.

But you hold the pizza to his pink lips and feed him some of it as his hands tighten around your waist, and he starts to bounce you on his gorgeous cock again.

A needy sounding cry escapes your lips, followed by a row of moans and horny babbling:

"Ah! Oh... oh... fuck...Tiger Pizza is definitely my favorite!"

The pizza is forgotten, though, for the moment as your eyes close and your head lolls back as you let strong Tiger Pizza boy lift you up and down on his thick cock.

Loud moans fall from your mouth, and your fingernails dig sharply into his toned pecs as his tip is hammering against your sweet spot repeatedly, sending sparks of pure bliss through you.

You do your best to earn the other half of your pizza and ride him eagerly, clenching around his deliciously fat cock, reveling in the cute whines coming from sexy delivery boy.

Without warning, he lifts you up, pulling you off his cock with a desperate-sounding moan.

And then he presses his hard length snug against your slick pussy, and cums so prettily. Shooting his big load messily between you, over his abs and pecs. And over you too, over your stomach and most of it over your pussy. You moan loudly when it hits your clit, thick and hot.

He makes the cutest noises, high-pitched cries, and loud mewls and moans. He is so fucking gorgeous, so unashamed and sexy. His pretty face looks angelic when he bucks his hips and rubs his thick cock against you, riding out his orgasm. And fuck, he looks so good covered in his own cum!

You whine needily, struggling against his firm hold, craving more. Needing release too. Hot delivery boy opens his pretty eyes, and they meet yours, looking golden and wearing the cutest fucked out daze. A smile grazes his lips, and then he positively beams at you.

"Fuck! That was so good! Gotta take care of you too now, baby. Come here!"

He pulls you on his face, maneuvering your body so easily. And then his warm mouth hums against your wet needy pussy, and you can only gasp. He looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, and you see them rolling back as if he's tasting his favorite treat in the whole world.

"Mmmh, some sweet dessert for me."

Your legs tremble heavily as his sweet tongue fucks into you, going so deep. And those soft lips find your clit, shower it with so many kisses before sucking on it gently.

God, he knows what he's doing. Pizza delivery boy is a fucking pro at this!

What he's doing to you feels almost too good. You are a quivering needy mess for him, trembling and moaning and gasping loudly. Your knees go so weak, but his strong hands hold you safely in place.

Those hands also prevent you from pulling away when the sensation of his sweet mouth becomes so intense that you almost can't take it anymore. He keeps you in place, pulls you back down on his mouth, and continues to make love to your pussy.

He holds you there until he licks and kisses a world-shattering orgasm out of you. One of those screaming-and-jerking-uncontrollably-orgasms, as your cream gushes over his pretty-boy face.

Your favorite delivery boy smiles up at you, looking so pleased as you slowly come down from the high he blessed you with. He's a real sweetheart and licks you clean, making your hips jerk lightly when his soft tongue glides over your overstimulated clit.

He helps you stand up afterwards and makes sure that your wobbly legs carry you before he cups your cheek and pulls you closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

"It's safe to say that you paid off your debt. Even gave me a generous tip, I would say. Tiger Pizza says thank you. And so do I."

You both laugh softly. You grab a kitchen towel and throw it at sexy delivery boy so he can clean himself up while you pick up your clothes from the kitchen floor and get dressed again.

You turn around in time to see him shrug into his shirt. To your surprise, there are more tattoos on his back. More black lines and a majestic-looking tiger in the middle.

You raise an eyebrow. Either someone is overly affiliated with his corporation, or he really loves tigers. For a moment, you wonder how a poor student can afford all those tattoos, and your next thought is, "Is he a Yakuza member?" But the idea is so ridiculous that you almost laugh out loud.

You accompany him to the door, and finally, it occurs to you to ask:

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Just ask for Yuuji next time you order something."

He grins at you and does a mock salute, winking cheekily,

"Thank you for ordering at Tiger Pizza! The fastest pizza in Tokyo!"

But before he leaves, he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek and adds softly:

"I hope our service was to your satisfaction. Don't forget to leave a review!"

It's a week later when you dial the Tiger Pizza number again.

You place your order. The same pizza and salad as last week, and before the guy on the other end of the line can hang up, you quickly add:

"Can Yuuji deliver that, maybe?"

There's a long stretch of silence at the other end of the line. And then comes a:

"What?"

"Um, Yuuji.. pink hair? Pretty buff?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure, I know who you mean. But he doesn't do deliveries usually. Wait a moment..."

"Hey Boss, someone is asking for you to deliver an order. What do I say?"

Your eyes widen almost impossibly. Boss?? That little shit!!

You hear some muffled noises, and then a familiar cute voice reaches your ear:

"Hey, so you want pizza again?"

"What the fuck, Yuuji? You never said you own Tiger Pizza! I thought you were a poor student who needed the money and would get into trouble if he came back with empty hands! I was feeling so bad about you having to pay for me!"

"Oh that... yeah, well, I told you the order is on the house, but you didn't want to listen! I never said I am just the delivery boy, did I?"

He really didn't, you realize. And suddenly, loud laughter errupts out of your mouth, and on the other end of the line, Yuuji is laughing too.

He sounds so amused when he says:

"You really have no idea who I am, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I love that! How about I'll come over and deliver your order, and then I'll tell you more."

His voice drops to a low whisper, and he adds:

"Be naked when I get there, and you'll get a dessert on the house."

Thank you so much for reading! I loved this prompt! I was laughing and yearning at the same time while writing this! I hope you enjoyed it too! Please let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments make me happy!

Credit for the scene where reader feeds pizza to Yuuji while she rides him goes to @shameless-stan Thank you so much for giving me that amazingly sexy idea!!

The people who read my Yakuza!Sukuna AU might have noticed an easter egg. Yes, the Yuuji in this fic is actually "The young Tiger," Sukuna's younger brother from the Yakuza AU lol. Tiger Pizza serves as a money-laundering place. Yuuji just happened to be there when one of the delivery boys called in sick, so Yuuji decided to deliver an order himself. His bodyguard Megumi had a meltdown when he returned from the bathroom, and Yuuji was gone. He kept calling him and wondering why a simple delivery takes that long. Clearly, the slogan "Tiger Pizza, the fastest pizza in Tokyo" is a lie!! And reader has no idea that she fucked the Yakuza Prince. But I think Yuuji is about to tell her :)

Secret Santa for @cryptid-juzou !! They had maid!Chuuya among the requested prompts and I immediately jumped at that. I really hope you like it! (Some bonuses that didn't make the cut) Thanks to @bungostraydogs-secret-santa for organizing this!

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hiiiii I’m obsessed with your writing it’s so good and I have an idea. So can you write a fan fic bakugo X reader where bakugo is your bully and actually your online boyfriend but you both don’t know it. I know it’s kinda weird but like pleaseee 🙏🏼😅

Part 2???

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Title: “I Hate You, Love.”

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Online Romance / Fluff overload

Summary: Bakugo is the guy who always gets under your skin at school—loud, mean, and frustratingly hot. But online? You’re in love with someone else entirely. Your anonymous boyfriend “BoomBoy” is sweet, protective, and just a little grumpy in the cutest way.

You just don’t know they’re the same person.

(And neither does he.)

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You: Can’t wait to see you again tonight, BoomBoy. You’re the best part of my day.

BoomBoy: Shut up, dumbass. You’re the best part of mine.

You giggle, flopping back on your bed with your phone still in hand. He always says something mean right after something sweet. It’s adorable. You don’t even know his real name—just that he’s some guy from your school with a voice you swear sounds kind of familiar. He never turns on his cam.

But the way he talks to you—like you’re special, like he knows you—feels too good to let go.

Too real. Too safe.

Which is why it sucks that in real life, Bakugo Katsuki won’t stop making your life miserable.

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“Move, dumbass.”

His voice is gravel and thunderstorms, and you roll your eyes, stepping aside in the hallway.

“Do you ever not insult me?” you mutter.

Bakugo smirks, the sharp kind of grin that makes your stomach flutter for all the wrong reasons.

“I’ll stop insulting you when you stop being so easy to mess with.”

Jerk.

You hate how pretty he looks in the sunlight, like the universe gave him too many good genes just to make you suffer.

And you really hate that you kinda, maybe, sort of think about him too much.

But it’s okay.

You have your BoomBoy.

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Later that night, you’re curled up under a blanket, heart skipping every time your phone pings.

BoomBoy: Had a crappy day. Missed you.

You: I’m here now. Wanna talk about it?

BoomBoy: Just some idiot at school getting on my nerves. Wish I could see you instead.

You: What would you do if we met in real life?

BoomBoy: Kiss you so hard you forget every bad day you’ve ever had.

You let out a tiny gasp, hugging your pillow.

“BoomBoy…” you type, cheeks hot.

You: You’ve never said something like that before.

BoomBoy: Yeah, well. You bring out the soft in me. Don’t tell anyone.

You: Your secret’s safe with me.

If only you knew.

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The next day at school, you pass Bakugo in the hallway.

He mutters something under his breath, and for once, you decide to snap back.

“At least I’m not hiding behind some stupid, angry persona all the time,” you hiss.

His eyes narrow. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrug, walking off with your heart racing.

It’s weird.

Something about Bakugo feels so familiar lately.

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That night, BoomBoy is quiet.

But then your phone buzzes.

BoomBoy: What if I told you I think I know who you are IRL?

Your heart drops.

You: Wait. Are you serious?

BoomBoy: Yeah. And I’m scared you’re gonna hate me.

You: I could never hate you.

BoomBoy: What if I’m your worst nightmare at school?

You freeze.

No.

No way.

There’s only one person who fits that description.

You: Katsuki?

It takes a long moment.

BoomBoy: Yeah.

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Your phone almost slips out of your hands.

Bakugo Katsuki is BoomBoy.

Bakugo. The boy who always teased you.

Bakugo. The same boy who sent you sweet messages at midnight and told you he’d kiss you until the world disappeared.

Before you can respond, your phone lights up again.

BoomBoy: I didn’t know it was you either. I swear.

BoomBoy: I thought… I thought you hated me.

BoomBoy: But you’re the only one I can talk to. You make everything better.

BoomBoy: I’m sorry I was a jerk in real life. I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t know how to—feel.

BoomBoy: Can I come see you? Like really see you?

You swallow hard, hands shaking.

And then you smile.

You: Come to the park. I’ll be waiting.

hell yeah, you are spoiled

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

You place your phone somewhere Katsuki cannot notice, and in an angle enough to be able to see most of the space in the bedroom you share with him.

You press record and come back to sitting in front of your vanity table to continue getting ready for your date night. You have seen this TikTok video and was inspired by it to put your phone on record to test how easily your boyfriend can be enraged for you.

Katsuki comes into your shared bedroom wearing only trouser pants that fits perfectly in his waist and accentuate his hips. Seeing him through your mirror, you can't help but realize how beautiful your boyfriend is. Katsuki heads to the closet looking for a shirt to wear.

"Love, what color are you wearing?" He asks as he look at his clothes on the rack.

You came back to your senses when you heard him speak, you have been so mesmerized by his beauty you almost forgot you were shooting.

"A black dress." You replied, looking at his direction. "Why?"

Katsuki looks back at you. "Just askin'." He says as he brings out a black polo and proceeds to sit on the bed.

You smirk at his response. "You wanna match colors with me or somethin'?" You tease him.

"Nah uh." You watch his condescending expression from his reflection on the mirror, his tone with an attitude while simultaneously having red ears. If you aren't planning anything, you weren't gonna let that slide, but since you are, you'll prioritize that.

You laugh at him and continued your make up, trying to find the right time to throw him the reason you started recording. He laid on the bed scrolling on his phone while waiting for you.

A minute passed, and you decided to finally tell him. "Love..." Katsuki immediately darted his eyes straight at you, waiting for the next thing you'll say.

"I have something I need to tell you but promise you won't be mad, okay?" You say calmly, acting yourself the hell out.

Katsuki immediately changed his position and sits up straight, eyes locked at you with a hint of worry in his face. "I ain't making any promises. What is it?"

You turn your back on the mirror and faced your boyfriend who has now a visibly worried face. You look at the floor and started playing with your fingers, making him worry more.

He stands up and sits on the edge of the bed in front of you. He is now near you and looking straight at you while you continue to look at the floor. "Princess, come on, you can tell me..."

"Well, I... I have read some comments on your social media page..." You look at Katsuki before you, you feel a hint of guilt when you saw how genuine his concern is. But you needed to continue.

"Mm hmm. And then?" He asks calmly.

"And... and some of your fans have left comments on the pictures you have uploaded of me."

"The hell did they say?" Katsuki asks now with a hint of irritation from his voice. This is going well. You thought.

"They said I am super spoiled." You say as sad as your acting can be.

You can clearly see the shift in Katsuki's eyes as you have muttered the last word, and his annoyance suddenly became a repressed laughter. He snorts as he covers his mouth.

You face him offended. Did he just laugh because other people called you spoiled? What the fuck?

Before you can even tell him off, he stands up, grabs his polo and started wearing it. "Love, you are spoiled." He says emphasizing on it.

"Katsuki, what the actual fuck?" You say having a hard time to process what he is saying.

He was about to button his polo when he suddenly sees you look so disappointed to what he just said. He clearly isn't making himself clear. He goes in front you, his right knee touching the floor as he looks straight into your eyes.

"My love, you honestly better be spoiled. Because I do spoil you, don't I?" Katsuki reaches for your hands. "So, hell yeah, you are spoiled. Because you are my princess and you deserve to get everything you want."

You can literally feel your annoyance slowly fading out. How can this man be so damn mean and sweet at the same fucking time?

Katsuki continues, "I know you spoil yourself even before we started dating, so it is my job to spoil you better than you spoil yourself." You can straight up see how genuine his words are through his eyes.

"And if I may I remind you, I am more than willing to spoil you 'til the ends of the Earth if it means I get to make you be happiest you've ever been." The man before you explain as he cups your cheek with his hand.

This conversation has turned into a completely different route from what you had expected. You had expected him to be furious about the comments, to be protective to not let other people talk like that about you. But turns out Katsuki has his own way to make you feel so damn good. This. This is the reason why Katsuki is different from all the other damned extras.

You can literally feel tears forming in your eyeballs. You cup both his cheeks with your hands, knowing anytime the damned tears might just fall. "You know I love you so damn much, right?"

You feel his smile in the palm of your hands. "Of course I do, my love." As soon as these words depart from his lips, you took the opportunity to have your lips met his.

Using your tongue to explain and make him remember how much you love him, and all the other things you feel for him that can never be explained by words alone.

Your hands travel on the nape of his neck bringing him closer to you as you deepen the kiss. You feel his hands at the small of your back as he let you lead.

When your lips parted, both of you are catching for your breath. You stare at Katsuki's mesmerizing face before you with his eyes glistening. "Now that was a perfect example of how you spoil me."

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taking nerdjo’s glasses while you’re riding 🥸

cw. 18+. semi public sex. sub undertones. breeding kink.

“—ohhhh fuckkkkk,”

he doesn’t understand it— any of it. he doesn’t understand how he, of all people, managed to get you. the it girl on campus— with pretty hairstyles and cutesy nails, flocks of both girls and boys crawling after you for the slightest bit of your attention, is somehow interested in the least known guy around— the lanky, socially awkward physics teacher assistant with fading digimon stickers glued to the back of his worn down computer.

gojo assumes he’s experiencing one hell of a good dream. that’s the only way to explain the insatiable feeling of wet heat enveloping his aching dick. it’s the only way to explain the pornographic sounds of skin slapping echoing in this empty library. it’s the only way to explain why his balls are begging for release with each grind of needy hips rocking against his own.

he doesn’t want to wake up. he feels the cheap fabric of carpet beneath his fingernails from digging them into the floor. his knuckles are turning white from how hard he’s clenching. there’s an abnormal tightening of a knot in his guts begging to be snapped. he can feel beads of sweat forming at his hairline and his foggy glasses are slipping past his nose bridge uncomfortably—

but he doesn’t want to wake up.

planted on the heels of whatever latest trendy shoes you own, you’re riding his cock as if he were your lifeline. god you feel divine— your folds swallowing him into your cunt with such ease and precision, walls clenching down the moment he’s balls deep. he can feel your acrylics scratching at his undercut with one hand while the other holds your body steady down his thigh.

gojo doesn’t think he’s breathing, and frankly, isn’t sure if he wants to. you’re reckless— moaning freely in the emptiness of the establishment and right into the shell of his ear as if your birthright, careless of the thuds of heavy textbooks hitting the floor. there’s a crease in your brows and your jaw hangs slack, glossy lips parted as they release the hymns of your cries,

“—so deep, can feel you in my stomach!”

your tits bounce in clockwise motions. you’d freed yourself from your top sometime between the flirting behind bookshelves and his pikachu drawls dropping down to the floor. the sound of your pussy squelching with every bounce is a memory he wouldn’t forget even on his death bed— cunt so wet he can hardly feel his own dick in you.

the pad of your thumb grazes his bottom lip, and you lean forward to catch it between yours. he’s frozen stiff— the slip of your tongue in his mouth, your overwhelming sweetness invading his senses. he’s moaning pathetically, growing some security in the muffled sounds, so overstimulated by this insatiable pleasure that his arms start to feel weak.

your tongue swipes at his lips before nibbling on the flesh, “—taste so good,” he feels your lips mouthing against his own, and wishes he was able to focus for a split second on what you told him, but the ache in balls are a telltale that this euphoric dream is drawing to an end.

he squints his eyes shut. he tries to focus on the latest chapter of his latest obsession manga and theories he’s conspired. he recalls the sneak of his wrinkly old professor’s ass crack from his early lecture. he thinks back on this auction he’s seen online for retro limited edition video games. did he ever end up submitting that biochem lab assignment due—

“gojo.”

he snaps his eyes open. he didn’t realize he’d clenched his entire facial muscles until the moment he was able to see you again— only releasing those muscles feeling tightness in his cheeks (amongst other places)(read: his cock).

you’ve slowed down your pace. you’ve switched your movements from bounces to grinding. he can feel his tip prodding at your gummy walls. your breath fans his cupid’s bow and he’s only now noticing how close in proximity you both are. he can feel your heartbeat against his chest, and he’s positive you can feel his stomach clenching against your own.

he begins to feel more of your body weight on his, a feeling he definitely wants to get accustomed to, as you shift from your feet to your knees. your hand on his thigh trails upwards past his trail of hair, sliding up past the ridges of his abs, over the planes of his chest and meet at his nape with its other duo. there’s an aroma of vanilla and cherries exuding off you—

heisenburg’s uncertainty principle. star wars mandalorian culture. the roswell ufo incident. fucking neon genesis evangelion’s a cruel angel’s thesis—

“you don’t like me?” you ask him, all doey eyed like. it doesn’t sound like a legitimate question, but his ‘huh’ does draw more into a whine when you intentionally clamp down on his dick. he doesn’t miss the mischievous glint in your eyes.

gojo bites down on his lower lip, fiddling with a loose thread on the carpet. his body releases a shudder at the chills creeping up his spine when you trace a finger down the slope of his neck, “w-what?” he asks weakly, huffing as his toes curl in his socks.

this time, you cock your head just barely to the side, and he watches your gaze trail from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips. despite the agonizingly slow pace, you never stop riding him. his cock is still graced by your warmth, still snatching his soul through his slit. your lashes bat twice before glancing back up at his eyes.

“you don’t like me.” you’re not asking this time, your tone dripping in seduction and like a fool, finds himself swayed. you’re teasing him— he can see it in the way the corner of your lips quirk into your infamous smile. you’ve got him wrapped all around your pretty finger— he knows it and you definitely know it.

as if he was anybody to not like you. your ass cheeks clench when you drive your body forward, gripping on his cock so tight he can feel the wind knocked out his lungs, “no! are you, ngh, crazy— of course i do—”

“because i like you.” it falls short of a whisper, but the vibrations of your words against his lips shoot right to his heart and balls, and he knows his blotchy cheeks are now flushed red for an entirely different reason.

he answers faster than his mind can process, his stomach jumping with butterflies and an oncoming orgasm. your eyes won’t leave his— like a deceiving siren baring deep into his soul and rendering him vulnerable before consuming his entire being. not too far from his reality, hips bucking upwards as desperately as possible to emphasize his immediate answer, “i like you too—”

“you won’t look at me,” gojo hadn’t realized he shied away from your gaze, pouring his entire focus on not spilling both his heart and cum right into you, “talk to me.”

“i-it’s just, um,” he tries to flick his eyes back onto yours, but you’re still staring so intensely behind siren eyes and still rocking your hips. your fluids drip past your cunt and down his sack, before staining the carpet, “i’m a—mmph, nobody and you’re— well, you’re you,” he feels a hot tongue glide over the accumulated sweat on his neck and humps up again, “y’re just so pretty and every time i look at you i get the urge to c-cum but,” your teeth sink into his jugular before nibbling and he whines, throwing his head back, “i want— need you to cum first. . .”

there’s a beat of silence for a while. you’ve even halted your grinding altogether. he prays to god he didn’t mess up the one good thing that’s happened to him in all his twenty one years of living. you’ve even popped his now bruised skin from your lips— hovering right over the mark you left on him. pleasure licks at his limbs feverishly, back arching in hopes to dig even deeper (if possible) in your pussy.

you pull away from his neck and the tip of your nose is back to grazing his own. your usually styled hair is now a mess, your skin dampening from moisture and your lip gloss now swapped for your and his saliva— your overall classic, picture perfect image completely abandoned,

and he doesn’t think you’ve looked any prettier.

“so,” you draw out, freeing a hand from his locks to graze over the throbbing love bite at his neck. gojo sniffs, pushing his foggy glasses back up on his bridge with the back of his hand, and you caress the throbbing flesh, “the problem is when you look huh. . .?”

his neck is suddenly released from blissful torture and he feels his frames coming off his face from no effort of his own. his vision slowly fades and his pupils dilate to accommodate to his now poor quality of sight, “what are you—”

and his breath hitches. he can only make out your shape through your sinful curves but there’s no mistake from your silhouette— your hands, now holding his glasses hostage, press at his chest, “trust me,” you apply firm pressure from your palms to his upper body, and he feels himself sinking into the floor, back meeting the dirty carpet.

trust you? he’d lay his life on the line for a woman like you.

his fingers spread as his palms face the sky, and his breath staggered. the bookshelves, windows and study rooms are all blurry as fuck— which is both off putting and extremely risky since library hours were still valid at this time, but despite it all, it felt as if he could see you clear as day. gojo would usually never put his academics on the line, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of possibly getting caught having sex with the finest girl in school in a public library had his cock twitching incessantly.

god, he is just so happy to be here.

your fingers slide his glasses atop your nose bridge, and your cheeks split into a cheeky smile, hips beginning to roll back into their previous tempo. he feels your hands grabbing his own, before resting them at your hips. he’s a greedy man, and since the opportunity may only come once in his lifetime, he slides his hands further to your ass., and with a gulp, grabs the flesh greedily. damn— it hardly fits in his palms.

there’s a symphony of moans coming from you both when you lift your hips up, and it’s downright disgusting how turned on he gets at your essence trickling down his shaft and past his balls. your pussy lips drool and latch onto his tip tightly, before entirely releasing him and slipping your hand between your thighs. you kneed his nuts, fondling the testicles between your digits expertly and his back arches off the floor, “shouldn’t be an issue anymore, yeah?” you hum.

“y-yeah— oh god, yes,” gojo nods dumbly, toes curling in his socks as you proceed to stroke his cock. his tip is weeping in pre cum blended with your own wetness, and the faster you flick your wrist, the tighter his stomach contracts. he’s lasted quite some time now, considering this being his first time and all, but there’s only so much a man can hold back. his fingernails dig crescent moon shapes into the mounds of your ass as his hips chase after your touch with every stroke. “w-wait, fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

“yeah?” you encourage him, hunching just over his weeping dick, still holding him at his base. you drag his tip in between your lips, back and forth, while your other hand feels him up at his abs. “where do you wanna finish? on my face?” he whines, mindlessly humping and your smirk deepens as you slowly sink down, “on my tits?” gojo shakes his head, and feels drool coming from the corner of his lips. his limbs are on fire and his groin feels like it’s on the verge of explosion, “on my ass?” you’re about halfway down, “or. . . inside?”

“please,” he doesn’t care if he’s begging. snowy lashes bat open as his teary unfocused eyes adjust to the dimmed lights. even your silhouette is sexy, “please lemme cum inside, i-i’ll do anything.”

“hmm, anything?” you purr, knees finally hitting the floor as you straddle him once more. he lets out a guttural groan at the familiar feel of your silky walls entrapping his cock. his mind is fucking hazy and despite never having consuming alcohol, he feels drunk.

“yes,” he pleads, rolling his hips impossibly deeper into you, euphoric pleasure shooting in his bloodstream, “a-anything you want, i swear,” at the sudden intrusion, you let out a loud gasp when his tip bumps into your cervix and drop your body forward, arms giving out.

chest to chest, skin to skin, your lips hover over his as your back dips into an arch, forcing a penetration deeper in your guts. your palms are pressed flat onto the floor at the side of his head, and he can make out his glasses sitting lazily on the ball of your nose. he slides his hands up your sides, kneading at every inch of your flesh, before sliding back down to your ass.

“even my homework? assignments?” you tease breathily, a strangled moan ripping out your throat when his knees push up and fucks into you. your body jerks forward as his feet plant to the floor, hands still gripping on your ass.

when he snaps his hips up, you roll yours down, and the matching intensity sends his brain haywire. he’s desperate for release, forcing your hips down as he nudges his cock languidly into your cunt. his jaw falls slack and he nods again, dumbly, “ngh, for the rest of the s-school year,”

“that easy with you?” you giggle, but is easily interrupted when he leans forward to catch your lips in a messy kiss. there’s a shit ton of saliva involved, some even escapes past your mouths and down your jaws, but he couldn’t care any less—you tasted heavenly. he wishes he had the time to eat your pussy, he’s positive you taste holier down there.

“it’s your world.” gojo moans, snaking his hands from your ass to wrap around your upper body. now caught in his embrace, you let your head fall limply into the crook of his neck as he works his dick in and out of you. he means what he said— it is your world, and he’s nothing more than a happy servant. “i’ll do it all— bring your books to class, rub your feet— i’ll bark if you need me to— just, please, please, please let me cum inside.”

your moans vibrating from his neck run straight to his ears and fuels him further. he’s thrusting relentlessly— there’s no set pace at all, and he’s so close to finishing he’s completely forgotten about wanting you to cum first. he finally understands why everybody obsesses over sex— he never wants to let you go.

your head pushes up from his neck, nosing at his jaw. he feels your hands cradling his hair, and your lips pressing kisses at the corner of his mouth. his heart skips a beat— he revels in the attention you’re giving him, even if it’s just for the moment. he knows he won’t ever be this lucky again, so he might as well enjoy the ride while he’s here.

“you wanna breed my pussy?” you bite your lip, each stroke in your cunt jerking the glasses down the slope of your nose. despite the dense flog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him. he nods desperately, tightening his hold on you, and the new angle has your clit dragging against his pelvis, “mmph— okay, yeah — put a baby in me, freak.”

and so he does. he thrusts as spurts of cum shoots inside your womb. his balls tighten as his hips rut, arms clutching onto your body with every fibre in him. you smell good, feel good, look good— and your cunt milks him dry for whatever he’s worth.

his orgasm feels short of an eternity yet simultaneously a second, his soul having transcended into an outwardly dimension. and it’s only when you scoot your ass upwards, sliding a hand between both warm bodies, that you collect his cum on the pad of your fingers. he blinks hazily, zeroing his focus when he sees you pop your fingers into your mouth.

“mhm,” you hum at the taste. he’s panting heavily, body riding a euphoric high he’s yet to come down from. you don’t seem to mind, leaning forward to catch his lips once again. and he lets you, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. when you pull away, there’s a thin string of cum induced saliva pulling at your lips. “‘s my world, right? want my pussy in your mouth.”

and he instantly hardens.

PAPA!SUKUNA is his kids' very own jungle gym.

it is undeniable that your husband is built like a tank and towers over everyone he comes across. even before kids, he'd been able to carry you like you weighed nothing. an absolute unit of a man, if you will.

he's very gentle with his kids when he needs to be. being a big guy, he's prone to breaking things under the slightest bit of pressure. but with his two little brats, it's like his touches become feather light.

they get the adventurous edge from him, too. your little boy is always running around to places a child should not be, and your little girl is always grabbing at things. with those two behaviors combined, it's no wonder they took one look at their father and deemed him a perfect playground.

you'd come home to find sukuna standing completely still in the middle of the living room, arms outstretched as the little goobers hang onto his biceps for dear life and treating them like monkey bars. and when he's sitting, you best believe they'd be resting on top of his shoulders.

it gets a lot of positive attention from passers-by, which sukuna revels in. he only gets a little ticked off when an older man he strikes up a chat with shoots a concerned gaze at his little girl clinging onto sukuna's leg like a koala.

"a-are you sure she's not distracting-"

"no."

"your son is quite literally trying to stand on the top of your head-"

"so?"

"does your wife know about this?"

"none o' your business."