Katsukijo - 𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊𝒋𝒐

literally me.

i'll take a quiet life

If Bakugou had a girlfriend it’d be the same equivalent to Inuyasha and Kagome’s relationship .

You and him go back and forth all the time but you still have an unconditional love for each other.

That’s how it was in middle school, you knew who he was and he knew who you were but you guys never hung out. That was until you both ended up at UA.

Besides Izuku, you were the only two that knew eachother. So it was natural you guys became ‘the power duo’ of class 1-A, but what came from it was a WHOLE lot of bickering and yelling.. and some of it was over stupid things.

“Here iida, for helping me on my test!” You gave the broad formal classmate the last of your chips as you passed him at lunch.

“Thanks Y/N-“ he tried to give his thanks but before he could a figure crept behind you and yanked the bag right out of his hands. “Now what do you think you’re doing giving four eyes MY chips.” Bakugou said gripping the bag of spicy turtle chips making a crumpling sound.

“Bakugou-kun you’re breaking the chips, plus you were the one who denied to help me in the first place.” You said giving him a glare as you try and get the bag of chips back, but failing as he held them above his head. “No, these are the chips you get from the Korean store, I’m not giving these up.” He said walking away casually still holding the bag above his head.

“Uh- sorry iida.” You bow your head down as an act of apology and he waves it off. “No need to thank me, I’m just glad you passed.” He said, “rumor has it you and Bakugou have been friends for awhile.” He said trying to start conversation but also wanting to know what history you and Bakugou had.

“Uh, I guess. We kinda just know each other.” You shrug like it was nothing; but it wasn’t nothing.

You and Bakugou had a complicated relationship, to a point where you didn’t know if you guys were going out or just friends. Friends. The word tugged at your heart as your smile faded. “Well.. I’ll see you in class then Y/N- San.” He waved his stiff hand and caught up with the rest of the ‘Deku-squad.’

as you made your way back to your dorm you felt your phone vibrate in the coat pocket of your uniform to see a text from Bakugou.

Katsuki !!:

Meet me in front of the dorms.

You were confused by the random text but figured it was only him returning the charger he burrowed from you. I know shocking.

You:

okay !

You changed out of your uniform and walked outside to see a bundle of fluffy blonde hair and a set of angry eyes watching the door like a hawk waiting for you.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked sincerely. “I wanted to give this back.” He out stretched his arm that held the same bag of chips from earlier. “Uh, it’s okay..” you said softly as you pushed the bag into his chest. “I know how much you like them, I’ll just give Iida something else for my thanks!” He tensed at the name. “Tch.”

Both of you stood there for a while, looking at anything but eachother before you spoke up.

“Katsuki. What are we?” He stood there wide-eyed, trying to gather his thoughts. “Uh-“ he tried to talk but stopped. “I mean, we hang out all the time and when we’re not we’re either texting or calling which is unlike you. You never talked to me in middle school unless you needed to but once we both came to UA you shifted completely and now I’m the only person you seem to hang out with and I’m not forcing you too..I just..” you sighed, picking at your nails as you tried to come up with the right words but he spoke up.

“Y/n.. I- fuck. I’m no good at words. I started hanging out with you Because I knew you from middle school, but I never really knew who you were until I started hanging out with you.” He grabbed the back of his neck with his unoccupied hand. “I never knew.. how cool you were.” His cheeks lit up with a light pink. “I never knew..” he looked at you in the eyes, but this time his eyes were soft. They said something words couldn’t and it made your breath hitch.

“I- just forget it-“ he tried to walk away but was stopped by your gentle grip on his forearm. “Dont.. don’t walk away.” Your heart now beating heavy with anticipation. “Just confess you idiot.” You let out a soft chuckle.

He grabbed the hand that grabbed his forearm and held it in his own and put it to his heart. “Y/n.. I like you.” He gave a serious look, but the seriousness was wiped from his face as the blush on his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink.

You laughed at him. Which turned the pink blush into an embarrassed red. “I like you too Katsuki.” You continued to giggle. “You suck woman.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “ and you swallow” you teased grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of the dorms.

After that, going back and forth was pretty much eachother’s way of flirting. Oh and that bag of chips, you ended up just giving them to Iida in the end telling Katsuki it could be a date you guys have to go visit the local Korean store.

(Sorry for the long fic, I just had to jot down the idea before I forgot about it completely. Honestly got the idea from when Kagome was giving koga her chips and Inuyasha freaked out. 😭😭)

TEASING THE NERD

— Nerd! Gojo Satoru x Popular! Fem! reader

[+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+]

Summary: You’re the popular girl in school, Gojo is the nerd and you two got paired up for a presentation.

Word count: 2.9k

Content Tags: TW: slight of bullying, Nerdjo being whipped for (Y/N), teasing, slight degradation, begging, P in V, unprotected sex, library sex, slight exhibitionism (if you squint), blowjob, cum swallowing

Mwahgo's notes: is anybody still into the Nerdjo agenda???

Carrying his books in one arm and his phone on the other hand, Satoru walked to his next class—Biology while checking his study schedule, seeing if he has anytime for some extra study session later or will he be able to hangout with his friends. Suguru, who his friend in the school’s band has been pestering him to hangout with him and Ieiri since Satoru has been so busy with midterms, he’s burying himself in books—as what Suguru said. After that, Satoru has been making an effort to make time for himself, he knows to himself he can’t just bury himself in studying or else he’d go crazy but he tries to get back to his studies after going out all day.

He walked in the classroom and noticed he was the first one there—not even the professor was there. He shrugged it off, he preferred to be early anyways so he has extra time to study before class starts. He took out his pencil case and his notebook and a few sticky notes as he opened his biology book and study the chapter their professor asked them to.

After scribbling down a few notes, students started to pile in the room along with his best friend, Suguru. The black haired guitarist noticed Satoru and went to sit next to him at the front, “You could’ve picked a seat in the back,” Suguru complained.

Satoru sweatdropped, “I-I mean you can always just sit at the back, I’m fine being up here,” He insisted.

Suguru dismissed his suggestion with the wave of his hand, “Nah it’s fine, you know I like accompanying your fun facts ass,” He smirked playfully.

The white haired nerd rolled his eyes as he continues studying while Suguru bore himself with his phone. More students pile in, including the popular—and asshole dudes with their obnoxious laughter and their stupid ideas of throwing toilet paper on the principal’s car. One of them spots Satoru and grinned mischievously as he flipped Satoru’s pencil case and the contents inside spilled out and clattered on the floor. Satoru gasped in surprise as the dude and his buddies started laughing loudly—causing heads to turn them.

Satoru leaned down to pick up his pens and Suguru went in to help him, “.. Fucking dicks,” Satoru grumbled.

Suguru sighed, “Don’t take it personally, they got nothing better to do in life than make other miserable,”

His friend only frowned as he puts the contents back in the pencil case as him and Suguru stood up from the floor. The popular guys’ laughter was still heard in the classroom and started mocking Satoru, which made Suguru almost pop a vein, “Don’t worry, Satoru, he’s just being like that because his girlfriend saw how small his dick is,” Suguru called out.

The guy who flipped Satoru’s pencil case paused his walking before turning to Suguru, “The fuck did you say, you punk ass?” He threatened.

Satoru tried to pull back Suguru from getting his face punch, “Oh, now you’re deaf? Let me repeat it for you then,” He smirked, menacingly.

The guy stomped towards Suguru and grabbed his collar as the students gasped, waiting a fight to break out in the classroom, but thankfully the professor entered the room and called all of the students to go back to their seats—subtly breaking the fight. Satoru sighed, almost having a heart attack for Suguru’s stupid antics that’s gonna get him killed one day. As the professor entered, behind them was you as you walked confidently inside the classroom. Your confidence caught Satoru’s attention as his blue eyes followed your pretty figure, your hair flowed smooth and your skin shines effortlessly as you went at the back of the classroom. Satoru’s cheeks blushed, being able to admire how pretty you were today—his pounding in his chest as he took more glances at the back before the professor starts the class.

“Alright class, before I dismiss you all, I will be assigning a paired activity,” The professor announced as some students started groaning.

The teacher instructed the students to create a presentation about astrobiology and each paired students with be given different topics about astrobiology. As they finished explaining the assignment, they go and started pairing students up, “Satoru and (Y/N),”

His eyes widened in shock, unsure if the professor called the right name. He couldn’t believe it that he’s gonna be working with his crush and more importantly, you’re the most popular girl in school, everyone would die for his spot just so they could be in your presence. He glanced at the back and you were already looking at him, smiling as you gave him a small wave. Flustered, he turned his gaze to the front as Suguru smirked playfully at him.

The bell rang and the students packed their bags and left the classroom. Satoru was busy packing his bag when you suddenly approached him, “Hi! You’re Satoru, right?” You asked.

His cheeks blushed at your sudden presence, “U-Uhm..! Y-Yeah,” He stammered pathetically.

You giggled at his nervous antics, “Yeah, I just wanna tell you that I’m not gonna be available to work on the presentation today,” Satoru frowned, “I’m gonna go out with my girls today and I’m gonna be gone for the whole day, Can we do it tomorrow instead?” You pouted.

Satoru wanted to say no, since he wanted to start brainstorming for the presentation and also wanted to, finally, hangout with his crush but in the end, he doesn’t control her life, “.. I mean, yeah sure. The presentation doesn’t have an urgent deadline,” He assured.

You jumped happily at his answer, “Thank you, Satoru!” You squealed as you exited the classroom. Satoru smiled that he was able to make you smile, even though he didn’t like the results, as long as you’re happy he’s fine with being behind his school works. A sigh escaped Suguru’s lips as his white haired friend turned to him in confusion.

He was met with a disappointed face of Suguru, “What’s wrong?” Satoru asked.

“You’re TOO whipped for her,” He answered, flatly.

At home, Satoru sat on his desk, reading the assigned chapter for his English class when he got a notification on his phone. He stopped reading for a moment before picking up his phone and saw a message from you. His eyes widened in surprise as he scrambled his fingers to generate a decent text to you, his breathing shakes in anxiety, hoping he doesn’t sound creepy or weird.

(Y/N): Hi satoru!!

Satoru: Uhm hi?? Satoru: How did you get my number?

(Y/N): Oh i got from your friend (Y/N): I think his name is sagoru??

Satoru almost laughed at your guess on Suguru’s name. He abandoned his readings as he laid down on his bed, phone still in his hand.

Satoru: His name is Suguru. Anyways, what do you wanna talk about?

(Y/N): OH YEAH SUGURU (Y/N): I wanna ask if you’re up to do the presentation tomorrow

His breath hitched, you finally have the time for him to not only study with him, but also being able to hangout with you, his crush. He’s already planning ahead in his mind—what outfit should he wear or what perfume should he put. Are you into casual wears or should he wear a full suit and tie? The ping of his phone snapped him out of his daydream as he looked at the message.

(Y/N): So are you up tomorrow, after class? ;)

Ohh, that winking face at the end, it almost gave him a heart attack.

Satoru: Yeah sure, I’ll be there! :))

You ended the conversation with the location and time before bidding goodbye. Satoru said his goodbye before absolute silence, he was hoping the conversation could last longer than that but he knows that you two aren’t good friends. He sighed in bliss as he stares at the ceiling, excited for tomorrow morning to go and work on your presentation.

The next morning came and Satoru couldn’t be more excited to go to school, even Suguru was thrown off how bright his best friend looks today. Satoru waited patiently for the school day to end so that he can finally have your time with him. Every class, he had his leg bouncing, his hand was restless, he was basically buzzing with excitement to go to the study room in the library after classes to sit next to you, smell your perfume, and be blessed with your presence. The final bell rang and Satoru immediately stood up, bag on his shoulder while scaring Suguru in the process as he sprints out of class and made his way to the library.

He enters the library, quietly closing the door behind him as he walked inside—finding a good study room. A room at the end, where people will barely notice them and absolute silence, just the two of them inside without disturbance. He made sure to tell Suguru and Ieiri to not text nor call him during this time because he wanted to focus all of his attention to you only. As he enters the study room, he placed his bag down and sat on the chairs before pulling out his phone and texting you that he arrived in the library and just waiting. As he puts his phone back in his pocket, he opens his bag and pulled out his laptop and some notebooks to prepare for the presentation.

A few minutes later, you entered the study room and Satoru blushed, “Hi Satoru! I’m so sorry I’m late, the girls had to ask me out to buy coffee,” You said as you sat down the chair next to him.

His blush darkened with the close proximity of your presence as he gulped, he wanted to scold you for bringing drinks inside the library he didn’t want to be a killjoy, especially when he’s trying to impress you. As you started working on the presentation, Satoru was pointing something in his laptop when you leaned closer to the screen. He blushed profusely as his eyes glanced down at the obvious cleavage inside your shirt.

He heard you sigh and shifted on your seat, “Satoru, are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, crossing your arms.

He started sweating nervously, avoiding your intense gaze, “Y-Yeah, everything’s fine,” He blushed.

You raised your eyebrows, not believing the obvious lie he said as you observed his behavior. You noticed that his eyes couldn’t stop from glancing downwards as his cheeks blushed profusely. You realized that he’s been looking at your cleavage and a mischievous idea popped in your head as you smirked playfully.

“Ohh, so you like what you’re seeing, Satoru?” You teased.

He yelped in surprise, he knew that he was caught on his little antics as your hand trailed to the tent between his legs, “You got hard by just staring at my tits, you little pervert,” You teased.

He tried to babble out a reason but your hands already worked the button of his pants and pulling his pants down with his boxers, revealing his hard cock, its tip red from frustration. Your mouth fell agape at his size and girth—you didn’t expect a quiet nerd like him would keep something this big in his pants. Satoru shivered from the cold exposure, making his cock more aroused as you kneeled down the floor, in between his legs.

Your lips wrapped around his cock as Satoru whimpered pathetically, “(Y/N), I-I'm not sure if we should do thi—AH!” He moaned as you sucking him off.

Your head bobbed, taking his cock from the core to his tip, making his legs shake from the pleasure. His back arched, pushing his cock further down your throat, “Oh my god, (Y/N), your mouth is so… soft and w-warm,” He stuttered.

Your eyes glanced up to him as you continue to suck his cock and his face contorted from pure pleasure—his eyes shut closed, eyebrows furrowed as sweat rolled down his forehead. His cheeks blushed heavily as his mouth gaped and small moans escaped his lips. You wrapped your hand his shaft and proceeded to stroke his cock up and down, making him more stimulated with pleasure. Satoru concealed his whimpers with hand as you continue to suck him off before he felt a tight coil in his stomach.

His hips bucked and his legs started to shake, “O-Oh, (Y/N), I-I'm gonna c-cum!” He groaned.

With a hum around his cock, Satoru slapped his hand over his mouth to cover his moans as he released his semen inside your mouth, his hips twitching from the intensity of his orgasm. He panted heavily, slowly coming down his high as you swallow all of his hot cum before standing up from the floor and resting on his lap, “O-Oh god.. Uhm, wow uh..” He stammered.

You giggled, “Did you enjoy that, Satoru?”

He looked up to you with his big, blue eyes, “Y-Yeah… It felt so, so good..” He panted.

“Mhm, I knew you would enjoy that,” You grabbed his hand and trailed it between your legs. Satoru gasped when he felt your bare and wet pussy, “Especially that you’ve been dreaming to be with me,” You smirked.

He gasped in surprise. He wasn’t expecting that you were fully aware of his attraction to you. On the other hand, you knew since bumped into him in the hallways—well, your ex boyfriend intentionally bumped into him, making him drop his books. You, being the angel that you are, kneeled down and helped him with picking up with his books before your ex dragged you away. That was the day Satoru fell in love with you and you were attracted to him. The way he looked at you with his blue eyes reminds you like a puppy and you just love how he blushes when he sees you.

“Of course, I know, Satoru. You’ve been crushing on me for a while,” You said as your hips grinded on his fingers, “Just admit it, Satoru… You want me so bad, don’t you? You want my pussy wrapped around your poor cock, just waiting to get fucked?” You teased.

Satoru nodded frantically, “Yes! Yes please, let me fuck your pussy!” He pleaded, tears forming in his eyes.

You giggled in his enthusiasm as you pulled your skirt up, showing him your glistening pussy. He gasped in awe, your pussy was pretty in pink as it leaked with arousal. You hover your pussy on the tip of his cock before slowly sitting down on it, his thick size made you gasped. Satoru threw his head back at the tightness of your pussy as your hips finally sat down on his lap, your pussy fully wrapped around his cock as you both moaned in pleasure. Satoru tried to buck his hips up but you stopped him, “Please wait… Fuck, your cock is so big,” You whimpered, trying to adjust to his size.

You both sat there for a while before you started moving your hips up and down—catching Satoru off guard as he moaned at the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock in, “Fuck, (Y/N), your pussy is so.. tight and—ohh warm,” His eyes rolled back as he whimpered.

You let out a breathless giggle as you fuck yourself on his thick cock, your wetness squelching in the small, quiet room. His hands went and grabbed your ass as he bucked his hips up to your pussy, making you squeal. Satoru started thrusting his hips, his cock pistons inside your pussy as your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure.

“F-Fuck, I-I love your pussy, so fucking… good, fuck!” Satoru babbled as his thrusts turned intense.

The sound of skins slapping in the study room echoed, you feared that the people outside might understand the events happening inside as Satoru’s pace quickens, fucking you frantically, “Fuck fuck! I’m gonna cum, (Y/N)!” He moaned loudly.

“Cum inside! Please, I-I want you t-to cum inside!” You cried as Satoru groaned loudly, spilling his cum inside you.

Your body shook from the powerful orgasm as you felt his cum filling you up. Satoru slumped back on the chair, panting heavily as he comes down from his high, “Oh fuck, (Y/N).. That was..” He trailed off.

You let out a breathless laugh, “Did you.. have fun?” You asked, tiredly.

He just nodded, too tired to form a sentence, “Thank your for that…” He said.

You smiled as you leaned close to plant a kiss on his cheek, “You’re welcome, baby,” You giggled

His eyes widened at the nickname, “’Baby’? Does that mean…” He said, unsurely.

You nodded, “Of course, this isn’t just a one time sex, Satoru. I like you for a while too,” You confessed as his cheeks blushed. He buried his face on your chest out of embarrassment as you laughed at his reaction before kissing the top of his head. Satoru couldn’t be more happier to be with the girl of his dreams.

steal my girl — gojo satoru

synopsis. the time gojo and megumi decided to crash your date.

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo roping megumi into his loser activities, timeskips, tw sappy

notes. this drabble has been rotting in my brain for over a year. finally wrote it!

“I’m going on a date.”

It only took five simple words from you to make the world’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer drop to his knees. For the first time in his life, Gojo could swear he was experiencing shortness of breath. And was it just him, or were the walls closing in?

“What?” The word leaves his mouth like a demand rather than a question. He’s trying so hard not to overreact, but your overjoyed face makes it nearly impossible not to succumb to the ugly green monster clawing at his insides.

“Well,” you push his shoulder playfully. “Don’t act so surprised. You’re not the only one that pulls.”

“Don’t I know it,” Gojo mutters under his breath, eye twitching. Don’t you know how hard he works to deter any suitors vying for your attention when the two of you are out? He’s practically a rabid dog growling at anyone who so much as breathes in your direction.

Hell, even Shoko once mentioned to him something about being a “registered pervert” at most establishments you frequent together.

 Not his finest moments.

You eye Satoru suspiciously before continuing. That was your first mistake.

“Yeah, he’s taking me to that new Michelin Star restaurant downtown,” you sigh dreamily. “I mean, seriously. Isn’t that so cool?”

Gojo scoffs, arms crossing over his chest. “If that’s what you wanted, you could’ve just said so. I know a place that has three Michelin Stars.”

You pout. “Well, it’s different with you.”

Gojo’s eyebrow quirks up. “How so?”

“You’re a friend. And with him…” You trail off, suddenly feeling shy under Gojo’s piercing gaze. Heat creeps up your neck, blooming across your cheeks as you toy with the hem of your sleeve. “It’s a lot more romantic.”

Gojo thinks he could just die.

The word romantic rings in his ears, and it was deafening. It digs into his ribs and squeezes at something raw inside him. He’s the strongest sorcerer alive, yet right now, he feels utterly powerless against the way your voice softens when you talk about someone else. Against the way your lips curve at the thought of another man.

He scoffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Romantic, huh?” His voice is light, teasing, but there’s an edge to it.

You nod, eyes glimmering with something dreamy, something distant, and Gojo wants to reach out and wipe it away. He wants that look—wants to be the reason for it.

If you wanted romance, he could give you romance.

Better romance.

A grand plan manifests in his head, spinning to life at full speed. 

Oh, this poor guy doesn’t stand a chance.

The moment Megumi sees Gojo enter his and Tsumiki’s shared apartment, he knows something is wrong. There’s a certain energy in the air, a distinct lack of peace that Gojo drags with him that makes the eight year old’s stomach churn.

“Fushiguro!” Gojo’s voice rings out, far too enthusiastic for Megumi’s liking. “We have a problem.”

Megumi barely glances up from his book. “We?”

Gojo makes himself at home and slings an arm around his shoulders. “Yes, we. Our dear [Name] here has a date.”

Megumi's grip on his book tightens, his interest sparking at the mention of you. Where Gojo lacked maturity, you balanced it effortlessly. He liked that about you. He liked you.

Megumi blinks once. “And?”

Gojo sighs dramatically. “And we can’t just let her go unprotected, can we?”

“Unprotected?” Megumi repeats, deadpan. “From what? Bad table manners?”

“From heartbreak, Megumi!” Gojo places a hand over his chest, looking scandalized. “What if this guy is a total loser? What if he chews with his mouth open? What if he’s a handsy creep?”

Megumi’s expression darkens. He had been indifferent before, but now there’s a flicker of irritation in his eyes. He doesn’t like the idea of you being stuck with some no-good scrub who isn’t worthy. In a series of twisted events, you and that white haired idiot had managed to become the only constants in his life. The last thing he wanted was for some random guy to come along and take you away.

“We need to intervene,” Gojo presses, watching the flicker of hesitation in Megumi’s expression. His usual deadpan exterior is cracking, just a little. Gojo knows he has him.

Megumi exhales sharply, gripping his book a little too tightly. “I am not going to ruin their date.” His voice is firm, but there’s a sliver of doubt wedged between the words. Gojo seizes it like a cat pouncing on its prey.

“Ruin?” Gojo gasps, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “Megumi, this is purely a background check.” His grin stretches.

Megumi glares at him. “It could be considered stalking.”

Gojo waves him off. “Pfft. Such an ugly word. I prefer ‘protective oversight’.”

“You don’t even know if he’s a bad person.”

Gojo tilts his head, feigning deep thought. “Oh, you’re right. Maybe he’s perfect. Maybe he’ll take such good care of her that we won’t be needed anymore.”

Megumi stiffens, and Gojo bites back a smirk.

“That’s not—” Megumi starts, but Gojo steamrolls over him.

“I mean, think about it. If this date goes well, they might actually start dating. And then what? She’ll start spending more time with him.” Gojo nudges him. “She’ll run off and start a new family.”

Megumi’s jaw tightens. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously right,” Gojo corrects cheerfully. 

Megumi runs a hand down his face, muttering under his breath. He already knows Gojo won’t drop this, and, annoyingly, he’s already planted the seed of doubt in his mind.

Gojo leans in, voice lower, almost serious. “You care about her, don’t you?”

Megumi exhales sharply. “...Yeah.”

“And you’d rather make sure she’s safe than sit around wondering?”

Megumi stares at him for a long moment, then groans. “Fine. But if this goes wrong, I’m blaming you.”

Gojo grins, clapping him on the back. “That’s the spirit! Now, let’s go before you start growing a conscience.”

The night was supposed to be perfect. A well earned break. It your first real date in a while. Probably your first since meeting Gojo. Though, strangely, you’d never stopped to question why that was.

The guy sitting across from you was a non-sorcerer, and while his looks had been enough to catch your attention when he first asked you out, the novelty was wearing off fast. His personality was as flat and each word he spoke draining more of your enthusiasm. You found yourself nodding along absently, barely listening, already regretting your decision.

Still, you just had to stick it out until the food arrived. Then you could eat, make an excuse, and be done with this painfully dull evening.

Though, just when you thought the night was starting to get interesting, a familiar voice cuts through the elegant ambiance of the restaurant.

“Mom, who is this strange man?”

Your choke on your wine at the familiar voice while your date stiffens.

You turn slowly, dread pooling in your stomach as you come face-to-face with Megumi, standing at your table with his arms crossed. His expression is perfectly deadpan, but you see the flicker of mischief in his eyes, a familiar gleam of mischief that could only be the work of a certain white-haired man lurking nearby.

“E-eh?!” You sputter, glancing between Megumi and your date.

Your date looks thoroughly confused. “Do you… know this child?”

“N-no—I mean, yes, but—”

Megumi doesn’t give you a chance to explain. Instead, he sighs dramatically, shaking his head. “And what will Gojo—Dad—say about this?”

The words slam into you like a truck.

Your date’s jaw drops. “You’re married?”

“N-no!”

“Then why is he calling you Mom?”

You glare at Megumi, but he just shrugs, completely unbothered.

“Come home,” Megumi continues with a sigh. “Tsumiki misses you too.”

“You have multiple children?!”

Your date looks absolutely horrified, like he’s just found himself in the middle of a scandalous affair. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Listen, if you’re going through a divorce or something, we don’t have to do this—”

Before you can defend yourself, another, far-too-cheerful voice joins in.

“There you are, sweetheart!”

Gojo waltzes up to the table, dressed in his finest suit and those damn glasses he only wore on special occasions. He places a hand on your shoulder and turns to your date with an exaggeratedly apologetic expression. “Sorry, buddy, but this one’s a real work. You know it took me two kids to finally tie her down?”

Your date glances between you, Megumi, and Gojo, his eyes wide with pure panic, as if he’s just stumbled into something far beyond his comprehension. His grip tightens around his napkin, knuckles white. “I—I think I should go.”

You lurch forward, reaching out as if that might stop him. “No, wait—!”

But it’s already too late. He’s scrambling for his coat, chair scraping loudly against the floor as he pushes back from the table, nearly knocking over his drink in his rush. Without sparing you another glance, he spins on his heel and all but bolts toward the exit, shoulders hunched as if he’s trying to make himself smaller.

You sit frozen for a second, blinking at the now-empty seat across from you. Then, slowly, you turn toward the culprits, fists clenched at your sides.

“You two,” you hiss, voice low and simmering with fury, “are in serious trouble.”

Megumi has the decency to look guilty, staring down at his lap, shifting awkwardly in his seat as if he’s just now realizing the full extent of what they’ve done.

Gojo, on the other hand, is utterly shameless. He stands there in all his smug glory, adjusting his sunglasses with a satisfied smirk. 

You grab your purse and storm out of the restaurant, with the two trailing behind you like two guilty kids.

“You know,” Gojo muses, “I think that went pretty well.”

You round on him so fast that even he takes a step back. “Pretty well?! You humiliated me! That poor guy thinks I have an entire secret family!”

Gojo snickers. “Well, technically, you do.”

You jab a finger into his chest. “You are not my husband.”

“But wouldn’t it be great if I was?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Megumi lets out a long sigh. “Please don’t entertain him. I’m sorry, [Name].” His blue eyes are trained onto the floor, “I just didn’t think he was good enough for you.”

You exhale sharply, some of your anger ebbing as you glance between the two of them.

“It’s okay, Megumi,” you sigh, your frustration softening at the sight of his guilty expression. You could never stay mad at him, not with that face.

Gojo, however, was a different story.

Slowly, you turn to him, eyes narrowing. “You—”

He grins, entirely unrepentant. “Me?”

Oh, he was so in for it.

Although he had been shamelessly unapologetic at the time, Gojo still found ways to complain about that night, even years later, after you were finally married.

“It was an unusually cruel punishment,” your husband whines dramatically, draping his entire body weight onto you as if his sheer presence could sway your sympathy.

“You mean the silent treatment?” you deadpan, eyes still trained on Megumi practicing his cursed technique across the yard. “It was only a week. Could’ve been longer if you hadn’t harassed everyone around me until they practically begged me to forgive you.”

Gojo lifts his head just enough to shoot you an exaggerated pout. “I don’t harass people. I simply exist, and they just happen to find me irresistible.”

“You tend to have the exact opposite effect, actually.”

“Ten years later, and you’re still so cruel to me.” He sighs heavily, as if burdened by the weight of your terrible treatment, before shoving his face into the crook of your neck. “You wound me, wife.”

You laugh, warmth bubbling in your chest as his breath tickles your skin. “You’re impossible.”

A loud thud interrupts the moment, and you both glance over just in time to see Megumi scowling, his stance off from a misstep in his training.

“You are still disgusting after all of these years,” he grumbles, adjusting his form before going at it again.

Gojo beams. “Aww, he likes us.”

You shake your head, smiling. “He tolerates us.”

“Eh, same thing.” Gojo squeezes you tighter, pressing a loud, obnoxious kiss to your cheek just to be insufferable.

Megumi groans. “Seriously, get a room.”

Gojo smirks, wiggling his brows. “Don’t tempt me, kid.”

fuck my annoying ass dog

in which: megyn cuddle + annoying kuro

pairing: megumi x f!reader

masterlist

megumi was tired.

a long day of exercising curses, all he wanted in this moment was to collapse into bed and pull yn into his arms. no barking or whining, just wuiet.

but apparently that was too much to ask for.

because the moment he wrapped his arm around yns waist, the divine dog growled.

not a soft whine like when megumi didnt bring back treats, a warning growl.

megumis fingers barely touched yns hip again before the growl got louder. his brain took a second to process it before his face turned into a scowl.

he glanced down at the divine dog, who was currently trying to wedge itself between him and yn. its head pressed against yns stomach.

yn, meanwhile,. was sleeply giggling, her face buried against megumis chest.

megumi sighed. “did you just growl at me, kuro?”

the dog did not blink or waver.

it stood its ground, its eyes sharp like megumi was an intruder in his own dorm.

yn lifted her head slightly, peekijg up at him. “theyre just protective, megs.”

protective, against megumi. yns boyfriend. their summoner.

megumis eyes narrowed. “shes literally my girlfriend”

the dog did not care. if anything, it pushed itself closer to yn, pressing its entire weight into them as if shielding her from megumi.

“you cant be serious.”

yn reached down and scratched behind its ear. “its cute.”

“no, its not.”

it was annoying, he could barely touch his own girlfriend without his own technique getting in the way.

megumi stared down the dog with the most unimpressed look imaginable. which was reflected on the dog. “i summon you, you exist because of me. you should be on my side.”

the dog blinked. then had the audacity to turn its head away.

because megumi wasnt worth looking at.

megumi exhaled sharply. “fine”

yn, still giggling, tilted her head. “are you pouting, megs?”

“no.”

megumi absolutely was pouting.

and it only got worse when kuro curled against yns stomach, blocking megumi from touching her.

yn ran her fingers through kuros fur. “guess you have to work for their trust, too.”

“i dont need their trust, i need my girlfriend back.”

kuro didnt move.

megumi sighed heavily, sinking deeper into the mattress. he should have desummoned the shikigami already, but he was too tired. instead he settled for grumbling under his breath.

reader reached out, gently running her fingers through megumis hair, scratching at the scalp. the tension in his shoulders giving away.

megumis eyelids drooped, huffing out a breath. “this is so unfair.”

“youre cute when your grumpy, megs”

megumi grumbled something unintelligible before wrapping an arm around her back—and the dog growled again.

“oh my fucking gosh.”

Not yuta being in between their divorced asses once again

NEW JUJUTSU KAISEN 0 ILLUSTRATION FEATURING YUUTA, SATORU AND SUGURU BY GEGE AKUTAMI FROM THEATER PLAY MAGAZINE ⭐

original source: @/cursesoup on twitter.

⋆.˚ FAT, JUICY, & WET⭑.ᐟ⸻ Nerdjo.

THAT GOOD KITTY-KITTY, GOOD KITTY-KITTY. MAKE IT MY PET. ᯓ★ When you got involved with Gojo Satoru, you thought—'oh great.' Who knew how great things were about to get for him.

pairing ᯓ★ Nerdy spy Gojo Satoru x reader

cw ᯓ★ NSFW, MDNI, spies, work place romance, fem oriented reader, use of she/her pronouns and the word 'girl', mentions of drugs, human trafficking and illegal activities, lowkey enemies to lovers?, reader is a badass, mention jerking off, hand jobs, biting, fingering, high key exhibitionism, grinding, sneak peek into how big of a whore I am for spanks, some action thriller stuff, pervy Gojo, virgin Gojo, sub Gojo mostly, but on field dom Gojo, switch Gojo, he is such a loser creep, down bad course 101 by Nerdtoru, I do not condone his behavior, lock him up I say u_u, tit play kinda, plot heavy, but also plot is for the smut.

a/n: find 3-aem's art used in the header here, and have funnnn, lol. this is nerd (me) on nerd (Nerdjo) crime.

It was fucked up as it is you have to suddenly work with some new partner now; first train him, and build a rapport with him. The fact that it has to be a complete lost cause loser, who can't hold his liquor, was just the shit on top of your already fungus ridden cake.

“I don't even know the first thing about women!!! How am I supposed to charm them and get information out of them!!??” A very drunk and very sad Gojo cried with the left side of his face squished on the table.

Sitting across from him, getting the front row seat of the nonchalant Gojo Satoru, the intelligence and strategy team wiz, having a meltdown, was great. If only it did not come at the cost of your own job and sanity. Life was good working as a solo spy, where your coworkers in the same division were paired off, you never had to pretend with a colleague. Most of your work involved; breaking in, charming men, sometimes beating up people, if the situation required—get them into bed. 

It never really went too far, but you have definitely done some stuff to complete the task. And you wish your job was not as hands on as it was, if only you were Gojo Satoru. Who was having fun being a behind the scenes guy. But there are only so many people working under such a secretive department under the government. Especially spies, they are very limited.

Which leads us to the matter at hand, the whole department drinking and having fun, with the excuse that Gojo got a promotion. Gojo himself would contradict to say this felt more like a demotion. Sure, he got a raise. But who cares about money when your life rides on your sex appeal and you are a pathetic virgin, who'd rather find every single detail about some president by breaking into all his digital devices and every record of his existence. Instead of wooing his secretary for that information.

He does not like the long way around things. He would rather take what he needs the easiest way possible. And preferably behind a screen.

“I AM LITERALLY A VIRGIN! WHAT WAS THE BOSS THINKING!??” 

“Give me that glass. You had enough. And stop shouting that you're a virgin.”

“But I am.” Seeing Gojo Satoru pouting and whining to you was not on your annual bingo. Yet here you are.

“What do you want me to do? Make you, not a virgin?” He did not say yes, or nod. But it was clear behind those thick shell frame spectacles, it did not matter to him that you were being sarcastic. He just wanted you to take his goddamn virginity. And he was ready to silently plead like a wet cat to make it happen.

And who knew, you would be giving the biggest loser in the department, a handjob in an alleyway behind the restaurant you regular with your colleagues. Sure it was dark there, but the length on the bastard was not something some dim alley can hide.

“God you’re huge.” you moved your thumb to press on his tip, and felt the vein on the underside of his cock twitch. “B-baby.”

“A few strokes and I am suddenly your baby?”

“Ple-please.”

“Look at you, stuttering for once. No smart explanations or anything?”

You pick up the pace at which you were pumping his cock, while continuing to leave kisses along his, now bare chest, button ups are sure easy to get rid of. Your other hand focused on holding onto his neck, keeping his head low and leaning on your head. His hands were gripping your waist with such desperation, they were bound to leave marks, and you did not mind the thought of it to your surprise.

Just as Satoru started vigorously shaking, seemingly close to his release, his hands roamed lower down your ass. “I think i will-”

“Did you see those two? I swear I saw them going to the restroom.” 

Shit. That was your boss.

Both of you looked at each other with complete horror written all over your faces. With speed, you two managed to sneak behind the dumpster in the alley. And waited out for your boss to leave, with Satoru basically half naked, with a now flaccid cock hanging out and about.

“Guess I am not losing my virginity today.” And all you do is roll your eyes in the dark, which despite not being able to see your face—Satoru definitely felt it.

After that nothing really happened. Just that Satoru moved to your section of the department, and made himself cozy in the desk across from you. Until you two got assigned to your first mission together.

“You want me to sneak into an orgy with this guy?” “Hey! I have the appeal!” You really did not have it in you to retort him with any insult. 

“Well. Mr. Hashimoto is a regular at this club and at their underground ‘parties’, the people there do not just let anyone in there.”

“So we go there and I keep a close eye on her?” Satoru seemed eased with the simplicity of the task, he just needed to be your bodyguard in the shadows. He can do that! Despite his defensiveness, he definitely was not getting into an orgy, and not that he wanted to be there anyway.

“I wish it was that simple.” Your boss got off his chair to stand in front of you two, to explain further details of the case. “Well, they only let couples in there. Only members and executives are allowed to go in there alone. A lot of stuff goes on there, human trafficking, drugs, money laundering, you name it.” 

“So I act like her sleazy boyfriend!?”

“Exactly. Just do enough to have the people scouting there, to let you guys into the private room. Take some pictures of Hashimoto in the act for now. We will assess the situation from there. ”

You knew this was going to be one pain in the ass of a mission.

The plan was simple. Look hot, get in, grind on this loser on the dance floor, get in the private room, look like you want Satoru to fuck your brains out then and there, take incriminating pictures of Hashimoto, and fuck off. If they let you easily get away with it, that is. So far the plan was going smoothly, landing on the dance floor with your back to Satoru’s chest, grinding your ass on him, and making it convincing enough that you were one shameless couple. 

“You sure are putting your all into this, baby.” Satoru had his left hand on your hips, helping you grind into his thighs, while his right hand stayed pressed under your breasts. Occasionally the right hand moved up and down your bare thighs, the mini skirt was definitely getting to him on top of your ass. It is not that often he sees you in such attire in the office, on duty and off duty, you were two very different people.

“Talk about yourself. Not looking half bad.” He swapped his usual glasses for shades, got a few fake piercings on his ears, accessories, and a very low neckline black shirt. Paired with his ripped snug fitted denim and boots—he was looking his part, with the tousled hairdo instead of his usual neatly brushed and well kept hair. 

“You can just say I look fuckable, baby.” You could not deny that. He was looking really, ‘fuckable’, as he put it. His salty ocean smelling cologne was like a reverie in the mob of sweaty people. Especially now that you know his big words match what is in his pants, it was hard to deny that you found this man hot. 

It is not some sort of revolutionary information. Gojo Satoru has always been cute. He was nice to look at from a far, up close whenever he opened his mouth it was just intolerable. Especially when you are coming back straight to the office after some overnight mission.

“Did you pop a boner!?” “Who do you think I am? A monk? You are literally grinding on me.” You might have gotten preoccupied with the not so little problem poking your ass, but Satoru was still keeping a lookout for the people you guys needed. And he found a guy staring at you guys long enough to be assured that he was the guy who could get you two in.

“Follow my lead.” “No way. I am the one in charge here.” Satoru did not waste time fighting you. He dragged you to the nearest booth, closest to the guy, sat you both down and practically jumped you, to lay you down on the seat. His lips ended up on yours, While he pushed you further into the cushion of the seat, going all in, with his tongue. Making sure to explore every crevice of your mouth, with some teeth and all.

He was amateur and inexperienced. And it showed, but that did not shadow the fact that he was pretty good for someone who is basically a digimon frantic loser, chasing down Geto in the halls, almost daily, to show him his new shiny cards.

“Hey guys.” The guy who was looking at you guys for a while came up to you, but his first greeting went unheard to both of your ears. At least to Satoru’s ears it did, but you made sure to not answer him on the first greeting. After his third hey, you pinched Satoru on his nape to snap him out of the make out session he has found himself engrossed in. Luckily the guy, desperate at this point, shouts a greeting loud enough for the booths on either side to hear.

“HELLO!” “Damn dude. Chill, you need something important enough to distract me from my girl?” The way Satoru replied to him so nonchalantly, while picking you up from your spot and sitting you down on his knees, as he sat up himself, made you dizzy in the head. Or maybe it was because you sat up too quickly. Sure, let's say that is the reason.

“You guys wanna get somewhere private? I work for this place and we are particularly accommodating to couples.”

You did not say anything in reply, you left it to Satoru, out of trust? Who knows. But this was again, very unusual of you.

Upon agreement the guy led you two to the private room. He took you to the second floor of the club, then a very well hidden tucked away hallway. After walking down that hallway, it led to a singular door at the very end, which required a password from the guy who led you there, to open it. The guy whispered the password to some guy on the otherwise who unlocked the door from the inside.That was the last you saw that guy before walking into the room, holding Satoru's hand.

Honestly the environment was way off. You've done missions involving large scale parties, galas, and went there by foraging identities. But this was no charity ball. It was littered with groups of people and couples mostly of your age, all over these couches, chairs, and even tables in the middle of this huge room, making out or doing more. Which were surrounded by booths similar to the ones you saw in the actual club. And there were only men, who looked rich enough to buy out this entire place, in those booths. Surrounded by women and lines of substances in front of them, with the smell of alcohol lingering everywhere.

This place was full of trouble. One slip and you can not only lose your life, but maybe worse.

“Are you ok?” Satoru leaned down a bit to whisper in your ear, completely ignoring the guy ahead of you two, who opened and closed the door. Unable to muster any sound out of your throat, you just nodded a yes at him, and went on to look for Hashimoto. This was not the time to get nervous, especially not when you have a rookie with you.

Hashimoto was in a booth at the very corner tucked away from everyone's sight. The only way to get a peek at him, meant getting a seat at the couch adjacent to his booth. Which was fortunately empty for Satoru to drag you there.

“Do you know what you are doing?” He plopped down on the couch, manspreading enough to take up at least three people’s space. 

“Trust me, ok angel?” He reassured you as he pulled you down on his lap, making you straddle him, which made you effectively face him—with a pretty clear view of Hashimoto’s table.

“Now I am an angel?” Your eyes flickered back to him, making sure to look as nonchalant as you could have, while adjusting your hands around his neck. Making sure the bracelet on your wrist had the perfect view of the table you wanted to take pictures of. 

Meanwhile Satoru got to work with his mouth, making it more productive than running his mouth. With one pull on your waist, you were practically sticking to him, while his mouth roamed from the base of your neck, shoulders to the column of your throat. “Why? Deem yourself devil incarnate?” The smirk on his face, that you felt stretching on your skin, was followed by a nibble and bite.

It was no easy job to take those pictures when Satoru made it his own personal mission to make you squirm and helped you grind on him. His mouth was capable of greatness, that is the conclusion you came to as his tongue and lips gilded all over your exposed skin. From your face, to chin, jaw and lower. Making sure to avoid your lips at any cost, even with you trying to subtly get a kiss out of him. His right hand remained fixed on your waist, pressing down on it from time to time. The other hand was busy and full with your tits. Slightly pulling down on your top to make them spill out just enough for him to slobber all over them. The cold metal rim of his shades was such a contrast to his warm tongue. You had no idea how it was still on him. But it is not like he had any other option. It needed to record everything.

Well maybe not the part that was going on in between you two. Oh well, he is going to edit the footage later anyway. Not that you were thrilled about that. 

Such thoughts were of concern for later. Because how is this loser who was crying about being a virgin just a few days ago, absolutely smashed from one drink. And was practically melting under your touch in a random alleyway—transformed into this suave and slick guy.

“Are you making sure to take good enough pictures? Hmm, angel?”

No. No, you were not. You were basically shaking already and all this guy did was feel you up a bit and did not even kiss you yet.

As if right on que, he kissed you. And this time it was less teeth, there were still teeth. Just that this time he was using his teeth for better use, by using them to pull on your lips just enough to make you open your mouth to only shove his tongue up against your tongue. And his left hand slipped under your top, his fingers were sweaty and clammy. And somehow that felt good on your skin, as it felt as if it was burning. It also reminded you that this js still the Gojo Satoru you knew, the little nervous and awkward guy he has always been.

And when his right hand came down to move from grabbing your waist, to groping your ass, to then land a slap loud enough to echo in the room—a moan slipped out of you. It was not the kind to disintegrate into his lips, because even Satoru stopped feverishly kissing you, to stare at you for a second. 

He was caught completely off guard, but that did not mean he had the time to register that, he could not make it seem this was the first time he heard you moan. Scratch the fact he is a virgin, he has spent practically every night listening to women scream and moan on at least one of his devices. But this was you. He has recorded you chugging down a water bottle after training, to then later get off to that very innocent clip. So the blush creeping up all over his face was nothing compared to how red he usually becomes while jerking off to thoughts and videos and pictures of you, which he took with his professional grade cameras. He was way too excited to go through the footage from the camera recorder on his shades, not because he is an exemplary officer of the law, who wanted to put these criminals in front of the judiciary with incriminating proof. But because he was going to get the most golden piece of jerk off material to add onto his stash. Thank goodness he was wearing these shades, because you would have definitely deciphered what a guilty little creep he was. 

“Guess we are putting on a show huh?” A smirk rolled around the corners of his lips, while you rested your forehead on his shoulder to ground yourself and take pictures of Hashimoto, who was now looking directly at you.

“Shut up. I got the shots.” “Aw, good girl.” You did not have a reply to really retort his statement. 

“Keep ‘em safe for me ok?” Satoru slid his shades off his eyes and put them on your eyes, revealing eyes which could devour you whole. The whole room was practically staring at you at this point, but no looks were even half as consuming as those blue ones. “Gotta get everything right?”

One second you are readjusting yourself to get the best angle of Hashimoto, and then you are thrashing forward in Satoru’s arms, as he slides his index finger inside you, all in one go. You had no idea when he pushed your underwear to the side or when did his hand even go under your skirt. Maybe you were too occupied with the mission, or just that his other hand which was tugging on your nipples, was just too much in itself. 

“Oh my god, you are sooo wet.” If he was not so enamored by you and your cunt, he would have done something about all the men ogling you, trying to catch a glimpse of your pretty pussy as he slowly moved it around to feel you all up from inside. To see the source of those gushing, squelching noises, and those deafening and lethal moans. He wanted all these people in this room, dead.

“N-no. wait.” You felt a second finger trying to enter you, and you were basically gone. Thank goodness these shades did not need to be manually operated. 

“Ah well, made them look and made you stutter. Must be doing something right. Right, baby?”

You had nothing in you to answer him. You were too busy putting on a show. Trying your best to keep your head steady on his shoulder to get the best angel of the guy across you. And while you were fighting for your life, Satoru was having the time of his life. Sliding in a third finger, his eyes stayed trained in the barely existent gap between you two, to get a glimpse or two of his own fingers going in and out of you at a pace too animalistic, even if his arm was getting in the way—he was satisfied with the here and there peaks at your folds swallowing his fingers in. It was all puffy and slick with your own cum, and it felt like the most precious juicy fruit was in his grasp. 

“So perfect. It’s like you want to break my fingers, angel.”

“I am-”

“Me too baby. Come for me, won’t you do me that favor hmm? Take all my firsts. Please.” A single miserable plea was enough to have you throw your head back, digging your nails in his neck to the point of breaking his skin, you came all over his fingers and pants—never in your life have you had a man make you cum this hard with his fingers alone. And it was an amateur loser on top of that. 

“Done?” He asked while pulling you down on his shoulders once again. He took the shades off you, and patted the back of your head as you twitched in his arms, still high and limp. “D-done.”

“Let’s get out of here then.”

Which is easier said than done. Especially when these men have had the show of their lives, they wanted a taste as well. Just as Satoru moved you in his arms to get you out of there, the guy with the keys to the door came up to you guys.

“Excuse me, but we need you to leave.”

“We are doing exactly that.” Satoru said, with a grin wide and sarcastic enough to piss the guy off. “I meant just you. Leave the girl. One of our patrons has asked for her.” You were sure this was Hashimoto’s request. No one in this room is powerful enough to wield such exclusive amenities. 

“Well. Now that I can't do, you know? She’s my girl afterall. ” You were hiding your face in his chest, getting ready to pull out the knife hidden in your boots, but the way Satoru said ‘my girl’ for the second time tonight—maybe you feel a few butterflies in your stomach. Or maybe it was the orgasm. 

“Leave her here, and fuck off with some cash in your pocket or we can get rid of you easily.” It took Satoru no more than a second to lift you up in his arms, as he kicked the guy hard enough to fall face first on the floor. Before any of the other staff could get to you two, you jumped out of his arms, to get the keys off that guy’s keyholder dangling on his waist. You grabbed onto Satoru’s hands to run for the door, just as you opened the door, Satoru took out the little smoke bomb hidden away in his belt. 

“Disperse. I will go that way, you go the opposite. Jump down the window I showed you. Regroup in the car. Ok?” You explained your best to Satoru as you ran down to the crowded dance floor to catch a bit more time.

“Ok!” You both nodded at each other before heading your respective ways. But before you could leave, He grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you close to him to lean down enough to whisper in your ears, loud enough for you to hear in the sea of people and deafening music. 

“Be safe.” You could not see his face, but you could still discern the concern in his voice. And maybe something more.

“You better see me in one piece.” You warned him in return before you two ran in opposite directions.

“Ah. If it is not the dream team!” Your boss exclaimed with joy as you two walked in his office.

It has been two days since the mission. Thankfully you two made it to the getaway car just fine that day. But neither of you said anything the entire car ride as you two got driven down to the base. The next two days you did not see Satoru. You assumed he was too busy editing all the evidence and compiling them. He had more on his plate now, than he was already tasked with before. You did reach out to him to offer help. But he just turned you down with maximum of one worded replies. 

“Everything came out fine, right?” Satoru asked as he walked two steps away from you. “Oh yes! Do not worry about it. Our team already seized the place yesterday.”

When you came out of the boss’s chamber, Satoru seemed in a hurry. Rushing as fast as he could, away from you. I mean, it was all for the mission, right? Now that it is over, who even is he to you but some loser who is eerily obsessed with you. Not that you know that. Or maybe you do. Maybe you already know how big of a loser he actually is. 

“Trying to run now?” “I don’t know what you mean.” You had to pull Satoru in the closest storage room to corner him. Because why was he being all weird now? 

“Sure you do, you-” When you turned the light on, his entire neck and both his ears were beet red. His eyes were looking glossy and not because of his high prescription usual spectacles. And when you got closer to him, you could feel him—warm and stiff in his pants.

“Are you seriously hard right now?” He looked away from you, like he did not dirty talk in your ears and made you cum in front of a room full of dangerous people, just the other day. 

“Can you blame me?” When he finally looked into your eyes, you could not help but break into a smile. Somehow you got wrapped around this loser’s fingers, literally.

“Remember how you asked me to take all your firsts?” He started getting more red as he nodded a weak yes.

“Meet me at my place after work.” You got on your tippy toes to kiss him, and pulled on his lips with your teeth, similarly as he did. You grabbed onto the collar of his button up shirt, to drag him down to your face. And when his shaky hands moved up to hold onto your waist, after he barely came down from the initial surprise, you shoved him off you. And he went stumbling into the boxes piled up behind him.

And with that you left the poor guy to tend to the giant mess he made in his pants, and a card in his palm, that had your personal number and address on it. The card also said something else in your handwriting, that almost gave him a nosebleed. 

‘Your girl, loser.’

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Satoru "he's cute, but Idk him, where is MY baby" Gojo grandpas visiting a newborn itafushi baby

True words of wisdom right there

I NEED MORE FANFICS WHERE BAKUGOU CALLS HIS GF/WIFE MA/MAMA PLSSSS !!!

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a little nerd!bakugou x bimbo!reader drabble bc i love nerds!! :3

"mmh, i dunno, you're just so pretty, baby." you exhale shakily, batting your lashes seductively at the flustered boy sitting inches away from you with textbooks surrounding him on your bed. you were supposed to have a study night with your boyfriend, but it's hard when he looks like that! his cute reading glasses falling down his nose, a simple black tank, and messy blonde hair after a long day. katsuki's nose twitches as he readjusts his position. your hand falls to his knee, your thumb rubbing in small circles while waiting for him to make eye contact with you. he shyly drops the pen in his hand, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a nervous sigh. "we haveta study babe. ya promised, r'member?" he huffs, grabbing ahold of your hand while you slightly pout your glossy lip. you whine, scooting closer to him so you can feel his hot breath fanning against your face. "but honey..." you whine in a sugary-sweet tone. "i need you.." you whisper, pawing at the collar of his shirt. "fuck this." katsuki spits, throwing the textbook of his lap and pulling your neck towards him into a heated kiss.