Bruce Wayne is a lot of things. A billionaire, a philanthropist, one of the world’s smartest men, and a notorious playboy.
But he is also your boss… who you happen to sleep with from time to time.
You started working for Wayne Enterprises a few years ago, and took the position to be his executive assistant. As his assistant, you were there to schedule meetings, correspondence, and perform other administrative tasks. Bruce could count himself lucky to have you as his assistant because not only are you very professional and smart, but your main focus is also to help the company grow. But he could also count himself lucky because a beautiful, and smart woman like you was also sleeping with him behind closed doors.
And nobody fucks better than Bruce Wayne. He sure knows how to please a woman.
It was late at night, and everyone already went home after a long day at work.
Well, everyone except Bruce and you.
You were in his office, body half laying on his desk, your iPad still in your hands, and your skirt laying somewhere in this room.
“Go on sweetheart. Don’t let me stop you from doing your job.” Bruce said teasingly as his fingers slid beneath the damp fabric of your panties, and traced circles against your pulsing clit.
You held your head up and take a sharp breath before you start telling him about the meetings he has for next week.
“You have a meeting with Kord Industries on Tuesday-” you let out a sharp breath as you felt one finger slide inside your pussy. “Mhhhm, at two pm.”
The feeling of his fingers curling inward made you clench your thighs together slightly.
“Good. And why are they coming?” Bruce asked you mockingly.
“Just to get an update- fuck- on how the advanced research is going.”
You were trying your absolute best at staying concentrated but it was so hard. All you can think about is how good his fingers moved in a steady rhythm inside you. You shuddered under the touch as he swiped back and forth inside your pussy.
“Any other meetings I should know about?”
“Yes. A meeting with Ferris Aircraft is scheduled on-” you stopped talking as you felt Bruce slide in another finger, increasing the pressure as he flicked against the center of your pussy. “Fuck! Mr.Wayne."
Bruce lets out a small laugh, deeply amused with how you’re on the verge of falling apart with just his fingers. He’s not even fucking you properly, and you already feel overstimulated.
“Don’t stop talking sweetheart, tell me when the meeting is.” oh this cocky bastard…
“Mhmmm- it’s on friday. Five pm.”
“Yeah? Isn’t the gala on Friday at six?”
“No, it’s on saturday.”
“Perfect.”
Your walls were sucking in his thick fingers completely, and you felt how your legs were about to give up on you. You were helpless to the avalanche of your own needs, and you felt a coil of heat tightening deep in your belly.
“Bru- Mr.Wayne, fuck, I’m about to cum.” you cry out as the need to cum grows stronger with each time his fingers curl inside you.
“Stop calling me Mr.Wayne, and I’ll let you cum.” he replies calmly.
“Bruce, please.” you start begging at this point.
“Good girl, now make a mess all over my fingers, yeah?”
You let go completely, tumbling over the edge as you create a mess all over his fingers. A breathless gasp tore from your lips as your hips bucked into his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” you hear him whisper, and felt his lips leave a small kiss against your shoulder. The next thing you hear is the sound of his belt unbuckling. His pants fell down to the floor, quickly followed by his boxers.
His bricked cock that was shifting uncomfortably in his pants was now free. A gasp leaves your mouth as you felt his cock rubbing against your clit. His free hand braced against your hip, ready to push himself inside your wet pussy.
“Hold still princess.” he uttered before pushed his veiny cock inside your wet pussy.
You closed your eyes at the feeling of your walls trying to adjust to his size. Once he pushed his whole length inside your tight cunt, he started to move. The pace was careful, slow enough to draw out the tension before picking up the speed.
“You wanna hold the presentation for the–hmph- the Ferris Aircraft meeting?”
“Yes! Fuck yes, Mr.Wayne!” a low sound rumbled as he fucked you more urgent and desperately.
A moan left your lips as you felt a slap against your ass, the stinging pain immediately turning into pleasure. “What’s my name, mh?”
“Bruce, your name is Bruce Wayne.” you cried out.
A ragged breathing escaped Bruce’s mouth and the overwhelming physical heat consumed the both of you. Your back arched inward, and sharp gasps were punctuated the intensity of how his cock felt thursting deep inside you.
The iPad fell from your hands, and laid abandoned on his desk as you held onto the edge of his massive desk. His fingers trailed down your spine, raising a sudden rush of goosebumps.
Your overheated body shaked as Bruce kept thrusting deep and rough inside you. The feeling was so intoxicating, and so hazy… you’re sure that nobody could fuck you better than your boss.
“You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.” you heard him say behind you, followed by a quiet moan. “Let me hear you, yeah? Struggle for me.”
“Bruceeee.” you whine out.
A loud groan escaped from Bruce as he felt you clenching around him, making it a little harder to push inside you.
“Such a mess for me.”
His pace quickened, each thrust driving you closer to your second orgasm. “Please, I need to cum.”
“Already?” Bruce shook his head. “I’ll let you cum -hmph- if you put another meeting for Thursday.”
“I will!”
“That’s my good girl. Now cum all over me.”
The pressure peaked, snapping the last thread of your restraint. Your body convulsed around him, earning a ragged groan from his throat. Bruce drove into you with a final thrust, and spilled his release into your pussy.
“Who do you have a meeting with on Thursday?” you ask him with curiosity in your voice. You can’t think of someone who is supposed to have a meeting with him.
Bruce sits down on his chair, pulling you by your waist, making you sit on his lap. The mixed fluid was leaking out of your pussy, and pooling on his thigh.
You immediately let your head rest against his chest, and you could hear how his heat was racing.
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summary: when you’re unable to sleep for the third night in a row, katsuki notices— and takes matters into his own hands.
( OR: your boyfriend fucks you to sleep. )
content: comfort / fluff + SMUT - mdni ! pro-hero!bkg. established relationship. domestic intimacy. implied insomniac!reader — can be read as simply having issues with sleep. some banter. clear consent. soft kissing. slight marking / hickeys. pet names (baby). breast play. spit (on ur clit). dedicated pussy eating. fingering. self doubt/insecurity + praise/reassurance. finger sucking. missionary to mating press. "i love you" during sex. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. cum eating. aftercare. emotional & soft smut with feelings, bkg is very much in love !!! and he doesn’t cum but he dgaf this is abt u. quite some build up before the smut lmao. wc: 6.2k.
note: thinking back to the days i would literally Not Sleep 🚬🚬 also this to me is veery soft dom bkg i like dat ^_^
masterlist. | fic based on this request ! ( thank u anon!! )
The glow of your phone was soft against the tired lines of your face. You scrolled through your feed mindlessly, dry eyes fixed onto the screen, barely lingering on anything for longer than a few seconds.
Dull frustration sat heavy under your skin.
You couldn’t sleep. Again. And it wasn't for a lack of trying.
You'd taken the medicine, made your attempts— many attempts. Setting your phone down, squeezing your eyes shut, wishing desperately for a soft, peaceful slumber to come find you.
But it never did.
So, you did what you had done the two nights before this: distracted yourself. Doomscrolled well into the hours of the early morning, when the faint, first rays of the sun filtered through your curtains and you could finally get up and not have to pretend anymore.
It was all you could do, really.
Your weighted gaze dragged over to the time in the top right corner. The bold numbers 3:24 stared back at you like a taunt. You exhaled quietly, temples throbbing.
You should stop.
You should’ve stopped hours ago.
But before you could berate yourself any further, a high-pitched squeak tore through the stillness of the room.
You clutched your phone over your chest in an instant breath caught dead in your throat as the mattress creaked. Your pulse hammered in your ears as the sheets rustled behind you, a tell-tale sign of your boyfriend shifting in his sleep.
With a grunt, Katsuki threw a heavy arm over your waist, turning so that his bare chest was pressed up against your back. The warmth from his skin seeped in through your shirt. He was all encompassing, enveloping you in his dizzying heat.
Swallowing, you prayed silently that you hadn't woken him.
He let out a sigh, the soft sound muffled into the nape of your neck.
You remained as still as you could, fighting to not squirm.
A beat passed, then another.
Your insides melted with quiet relief when he didn't stir, when the rise and fall of his lungs fell in sync with yours— his body giving no indication that he was awake.
With a quiet breath you picked up your phone again, going back to what you what had busied yourself with before he chose to get all cuddly. But when the brightness of the screen decided to assault you, your heart dropped to your stomach, that relief dying in an instant.
You grimaced at the light, fumbling to quickly get it back down to the lowest setting. It had been all the way down this whole time! You must've misclicked, or—
"You're a shitty fuckin' actor."
You could've swore your soul left your fucking body at the gravelly voice against your ear.
"What the fu—"
You didn't get a chance to finish. Katsuki was already reaching over you, guiding your hand with his to set your phone facedown on your nightstand before bringing it back over your middle, rough palm holding your hand over your stomach.
Your shoulders were wound tight as he spoke; voice tired, gruff as always. But, strangely, he sounded calm.
"Third night in a row. You're not sleeping right."
It was less of an accusation, more of a statement.
He gave it to you plainly, straight and simple. But you thought you had been discreet, the mere feeling of being caught was enough to have you opening your mouth, readying your defense, but his next words had it snapping back shut.
"And don't you fucking lie to me 'bout it."
You bit the inside of your lower lip, running over how you could possibly explain yourself without sounding pathetic.
The last few nights had been much the same: restless, spent tossing and turning.
Even when you did manage to fall asleep on the first try, you'd wake up at odd hours, left to stare at the ceiling with burning eyes, unable to quiet your mind, which was simultaneously ever-racing and absolutely empty.
When you thought about it too long, the corners of your eyes pricked. A quiet, defeated ache twisted in your chest.
You didn't want to cry, not over something so menial, so stupid. Not now, not with him watching— expecting an answer from you.
You swallowed back the lump building up in your throat, feeling the slow brush of his thumb over your knuckles.
"Not sleepy."
It came out tight, quiet. Like you were afraid that if you spoke too loud, your fragile attempt at keeping all of that built up frustration inside would fall apart.
You wanted him to give it up, let you be for once. But Katsuki Bakugou was nothing if not stubborn.
With a rumbling sigh, he rolled you onto your back, reaching an arm over you to pull at the chain of your bedside lamp.
You groaned at the sudden light washing over your bedroom, tugging your blanket up over the bottom half of your face as if it could protect you.
Annoyed, you zeroed your squinted eyes onto him, but that angry furrow between your brows weakened as you took in the image of him propped up on one elbow to look down at you.
The warm, honeyed lamp-light caught the ends of his mess of blond hair. It was unrulier than usual, sticking up in odd directions from sleep.
He was still tired— blinking slowly, as if his eyelids were too heavy. The usual harsh lines of his face looked almost uncharacteristically soft, but his gaze was weighted with something unspoken.
Guilt twisted inside your chest.
He was awake because of you. On a work night.
You looked away when he finally spoke up again.
"It's 3 AM. Don't bullshit with me."
"I'm not bullshitting, Katsuki," you reasoned, wishing you could just sink back into the mattress and not have to deal with this. "I'm… this just happens sometimes. Go back to sleep."
You tried to turn your head the other way, but he caught you by the cheek, pushed your face towards him with a firm hand to make you look at him again.
His jaw was clenched tight as he focused in on your face, took in your sunken eyes, the quiet exhaustion dampening your expression.
You knew he hated when you got like this, all dismissive and stubborn, a mirror of him.
"Don't do that shit." He bit out, his brand of harsh concern. "Not with me."
"I'm not doing anyth—"
"Don't be a fuckin' hard ass, alright? Talk."
"I can't sleep! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That I can't fucking sleep? I just can't! I close my eyes, I try... but I can't! And it's—"
You came to a stop the moment you realized the increasing volume of your voice. You reeled back into yourself, embarrassed of your own outburst.
Turning from his hold, you opted to look up at the ceiling, dragging a hand down your face with a deep, shaky sigh.
"Sorry," you murmured. "This is so stupid. But seriously, I'm good."
You didn't spare him a look before turning your back to him with finality, knowing that if you met his eyes — so focused on you, attentive as ever — it would all come pouring over.
Your throat was tight as you spoke. You hoped he couldn’t tell.
"Sleep, Katsuki. It's late. Don't wanna keep you up, too."
Just when you thought he would give it up, let you deal with this miserable situation by yourself like you always did, he shifted— sat up, pulled back your blanket off of you with a single, harsh tug.
You groaned at the lost warmth, looking at him confused.
"Kats—?!"
He cut you off.
"You tried everything, huh?"
Something about the way he said it — rough and challenging — made your heart spike. He was up to something, but what? You were too exhausted to figure it out, so you offered him a weak answer.
"…Yes?"
"Right."
With one swift motion, he pushed your thighs apart. The outline of his broad shoulders rose from between your legs, thick biceps flexing as he brought your thighs around his waist.
Your legs tightened around him on instinct, bringing him closer as he hovered over you, supporting himself with two steady arms at your side.
You blinked up at him, wondering if he could feel the flustered heat radiating off of your face from being this close.
"W-What're you doing?"
"Helping."
When you continued to just blink back at him at that lackluster answer, a single brow raising slowly, he elaborated with a soft grunt.
"Said you're not sleepy, yeah?"
"… Yeah?"
"Cumming makes you sleepy." all blunt, matter of fact.
Your brows twisted.
"What?" The heat burning your cheeks crawled up to the tips of your ears as your eyes widened incredulously.
It was in his nature to say things as they were, crude and direct, but it still caught you off guard at times, especially over something like this. For someone who got flustered fairly easily, he sure had his moments.
"C'mon. Don't tell me you don't know it." His palm smoothed over your inner thigh, the rough callouses and scars familiar, warm against your soft skin. Careful in a way only you got to see. "Every time we fuck you're out like a light."
"Oh."
"Yeah." he murmured, a little smug. "Tried that?"
You shot him a look. "Obviously not, asshole."
He only chuckled softly, tilting your face up to meet his, kissing the glare right off of your face. His lips moved against yours, slow and intentional.
A soft warmth bloomed behind your ribs as you kissed him back tiredly, letting his movements guide you.
You brought careful hands to rest over his muscled chest, palms slowly sliding up, fingers brushing over the raised, jagged skin of the scar over his heart.
You wrapped your arms around his neck lazily, uncaring that they felt like lead, just wanting him closer to you as your fists curled into the soft hair at his nape.
He pulled back barely an inch, breathing a question against your lips, "You wanna try that?" before kissing you again.
Your brows creased, any semblance of an answer faded into a soft moan against him.
"C'mon, baby," he murmured, pulling back properly this time to kiss up your throat, mouth lingering against your skin.
Baby. He was calling you baby. Because he knew you loved it, knew it turned you to mush— hearing him, always so crude and unapologetic about it, refer to you so sweetly.
A shaky sigh slipped past you as he brought a large hand to the back of your neck, curving it toward him. His kisses turned to gently sucking soft marks and you shuddered, fighting a whine.
"Quit bein' difficult." he huffed, breathe hot against you. "Lemme take care of it."
He brought his face back to watch you like a hound, waiting for your confirmation.
Amidst catching your breath, you contemplated, pursing your lips in thought.
"I… I mean, it doesn't hurt to try?"
It was true, you hadn't tried this 'method' to sleep and part of you was curious whether it would work or not.
But, again, it was a work night, so despite your desperation and exhaustion, you knew that this whole ordeal would get in the way of and the strict schedule Katsuki kept to optimize his health and performance.
He ate well, took part in rigid physical training; mandatory for the powerhouse of a man that stood at number 5 in the pro-hero rankings.
Like clockwork, he woke up at 6 AM, went out there and worked himself to the bone, put his body on the line, and unless the circumstances were dire (either he couldn’t sleep because of dreams of the past or he had missions that demanded later hours) he turned into bed at 8 PM sharp without fail.
From all the years of knowing, you knew that Katsuki was particular about his habits.
But amidst your guilt, you were forgetting that he was also particular about you.
You had wormed into his heart, became something of an exception for him in many regards. But you couldn't see that now, not with worry and weariness eating away inside you.
Your half-lidded eyes searched his, a soft crease forming between your brows as you looked up at him.
"... Do you want to, though? I don't wanna keep you up, or… or like make you do thi—"
He cut you off with a scoff, cocking his head in disbelief as if that was possibly the stupidest thing you could have said to him.
"Don't be an idiot, alright?" he pushed closer, nose brushing yours. "If that's the shit you're worryin' about, don't."
His eyes darted down to your mouth, watching as you chewed on your bottom lip, voice lower; softer.
"Always fuckin' 'want to'."
You took in his words, blinking back the small sting in the corners of your eyes.
Katsuki didn't do pity, never did anything he didn't want to. And right now, he had nothing but undeniable want written all over his face.
There was something ravenous behind those irises, that fiery red sharp and determined in a way that had your stomach flipping.
"Okay," you decided with a slow nod, a small smile settling over your face. "We can try."
A self-satisfied smirk stretched across his face before he nodded back, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to peck your lips. His hands found your waist, sliding up your sides as he deepened the kiss.
You gasped slightly as they wandered up under your shirt, rough hands smoothing over the curve of your breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms— giving them a firm, testing squeeze.
He kept your mouth parted with his, slipping his tongue against yours in a careful rhythm.
You made a muffled sound against his mouth when his thumbs brushed over your nipples, back arching just enough to tell him you wanted more.
Katsuki pulled back, the small string of saliva between your lips breaking as he began to lift up the fabric of your shirt.
"Arms up."
You complied, raising your arms over your head.
Those blazing eyes were narrowed, a subtle furrow forming between his brows— you always thought he looked gorgeous when he was focused, and being the center of that unwavering attention always had your mind spinning.
With a final tug, he pulled your shirt off, watching as your nipples hardened, exposed to the chill of your room.
His eyes locked with yours as he leaned down, pressed a wet kiss to your chest.
Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist as he cupped both your breasts with his hands, took his time pecking around the soft flesh. It was only when you huffed quietly that he chuckled, giving you a long, slow lick over your nipple.
He ran his thumb back and forth over the other, pinching the taut peak between his index and thumb as he sucked one into his mouth, the subtle scrape of his teeth drawing out a small, strangled sound from you as he nipped at your chest.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him in place.
An involuntary whine slipped past you when he pulled back from your chest with a soft pop, his hot mouth switching to the other, the whole process repeating until you were breathless— gasping incoherent strings of what vaguely sounded like his name, nails raking down the expanse of his broad upper back.
He drew back at last, taking in the picture of you; soft lips parted as you panted, a glistening sheen over your chest, dazed eyes blinking up at him— silently asking for more as they darted between his face and the obvious clothed bulge pressing against your core.
You thought he’d get straight to it, tug down his boxers and give you what he knew you wanted, but it seemed he had a different idea.
Pulling back between your legs, he lowered himself to your heat slowly, peppering sloppy kisses from your calf down to your inner thighs. When he finally pressed his lips right over your clothed clit, you groaned softly, head sinking back into your pillow.
His tongue peeked out to give your clit a little lick over your panties; warm and slow and wet.
You whimpered, thighs instinctively tightening around his head as you sighed out his name, wanting to melt.
"Katsuki…"
"You're always so pretty, y'know that?" he breathed out before kissing you over the cotton again, watching the damp spot grow darker under the soft amber lamp-light. "Shit drives me fucking crazy."
You drew in a shaky breath, ears burning.
You weren't exactly what you'd call pretty, right now. Your hair was very likely a mess, eyes red and heavy. And up until he had taken it off, all you had on was an old oversized shirt that had seen better days. Your panties weren’t much better; plain, save for the small bow at the center.
But the way he said it still made your heart flutter— as if, despite all of that, you were pretty to him.
You couldn’t gauge how your body looked, what he could see of you, and you were too tired to try and figure it out. But the uncertainty was enough to have you breathing out a small scoff.
"Don't just say that."
The corner of his lip curled back like you had just offended him to the highest degree.
"Y'know I never just say shit." he barked back.
Maybe you had, in a way. Because he really, really didn't. He never said anything he didn't mean when it mattered, especially not to you.
You bit your lip as his finger hooked under the hem of your underwear, his eyes asking you a silent question.
You nodded slowly, lifting your hips for him. He moved swiftly, slipping off the last piece of fabric shielding you from him.
He stared down at your bare heat shamelessly. Drank in how your wetness glistened under the soft light, the way your legs twitched slightly as if you were fighting the instinct to close them at his intense, unwavering gaze.
He traced a line down your slit with just a finger, relishing the small sound that drew out of you. His gaze met yours as he parted your folds with two fingers and leaned down, mouth hovering right over your pulsing core.
You watched with shallow breaths, eyes locked with his as he gathered spit in his mouth, letting a hot glob drop slowly onto your pussy. You groaned when he dragged the flat of his tongue over your clit, mixing it with your arousal.
He moaned into you, "Taste so fuckin' good…"
His tongue drew circles around your sensitive nub; so diligent, so thorough.
Like with everything, he gave it his all, didn't quit until he was satisfied. His method tonight was torturous, a slow pace that dragged out each sensation almost unbearably to ease you into that blissed out haze that'd surely knock you out.
He'd barely gotten started, and you were already panting, mind slowly slipping into that pleasure-drunk state.
Your fists curled around the sheets when he sucked your clit softly just to hear your breathy whines, smiling against you as you keened.
Katsuki Bakugou was known for his mouth. Snappy, explosive, unforgiving. It was what had drawn you to him in the first place, how he never held back.
But this mouth was the one only you got to know. Still relentless, unyielding, just a little mean— but it felt like devotion when he lapped at your leaking mess, fingers digging into your plush thighs to keep you in place as you squirmed.
You reached a hand down, let your fingers card through his soft hair before giving it a small tug. That earned you a groan, the deep rumble muffled against your dripping heat.
He licked a long stripe up your slit— wet, sloppy. Piercing eyes watching your face as he found your entrance, fucked you with his tongue before replacing it with two thick fingers, gathering your wetness before slowly pushing them in.
You groaned as he worked you up to the stretch, pushed them in knuckle deep.
Savoring the stuttering rise and fall of your chest, he slowly started to pump them in and out. Your eyes fluttered shut, head sinking back into your pillow as his fingers filled you up, curling against that familiar spot— a slow, deep pleasure building each time he hit it just right.
You wanted to cave, melt, maybe sob.
You were so close— you could feel it… just a little more…
But… there was this feeling sitting heavy in your chest, winding up tight around your heart.
You made a noticeable attempt to keep your sounds down as your mind began to race again, your focus drifting away from him as a question resounded your head— you should've already finished by now, right?
Katsuki was doing everything right, touching you perfectly, like he always did. He should be done dealing with you. But you hadn't finished yet, he was still going at it.
Your lower lip trembled. Maybe you were too tired, too caught up in your own exhaustion to cum. Whatever it was, something was holding you back. And If you really couldn't finish, then this would all be pointless, wouldn't it? You'd have wasted both of your time for nothing.
Before the worry could fully cloud your head, Katsuki gave your thigh a firm pat.
You looked down with a start; eyes half-lidded, unfocused.
"There you are." He muttered. "Eyes on me, got it? Hell’s the matter?"
Even when he was concerned, his brashness clung to him.
His care was rough around the edges, imperfect, but it was all his intent. He wanted to be careful with you, you could see it in his eyes, how they were just focused and just soft enough for you to detect.
Even if he didn't know exactly how to do it just right, he tried. Because you mattered. You meant something to him.
He lifted his face just enough for you to know you had his attention, stilled his movements and gave your thigh a small squeeze, a silent prompt to tell him what was wrong.
You couldn't look away if you wanted to, even as you felt your eyes sting— not when he was looking at you like that.
You gnawed at your bottom lip; embarrassed, ashamed.
"I can't."
He raised a brow. "Can't what?"
You let out an exasperated breath.
"Can't… can’t cum. I can't, feel like— I dunno, something's wrong with me, Katsuki, I'm—"
"Get outta your head." he cut off your babbling sharply. You whimpered when he started moving his fingers again, tongue coming down to drag over your clit at the same time. "Nothing's fuckin' wrong with you. I know you can."
His unshaken confidence in you was enough to draw out a soft groan, but his mouth and fingers working in tandem to build up that tightening warmth inside you again was what had your back arching off the bed, eyes screwing shut as the pressure above your belly wound tighter and tighter.
That heaviness in your shoulders slowly melted as he picked up the pace, the worry and doubt wrapped tight in your chest loosened and faded steadily, the sweet promise of eventual euphoria taking over your senses.
Quick, shallow breaths escaped your lungs as you brokenly mumbled his name, bucking your hips against his mouth, squeezing around his head with your legs. Your hands found his hair again, pulling without a care as he nearly doubled his efforts.
With a choked out sob, you finally came, the fingers curled in his hair tightening just a bit more one last time before going lax.
You could feel him smiling against your core as you came down; proud, a little cocky, but above all, happy to be lost in the taste of you.
He kissed you through it, mouth unrelenting against your pussy even as your thighs spasmed and trembled, working you down from your orgasm.
With a final kiss over your clit, he finally pulled back, wiping the mixture of his saliva and your slick off the bottom half of his face lazily, like he didn't actually care whether it was there or not.
Shifting, he hovered over you, crimson eyes locking with yours, reading you silently with the same rapt attention he had out on the battlefield.
A light sheen of sweat was cast over his muscled arms at your sides, the highs of his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, spikes of blond hanging messily over his forehead.
"Still with me?"
His voice was gravelly, a smoky rasp. Just a little breathless, but the satisfaction in his eyes told you he'd have it no other way.
You attempted a response, still panting heavily.
"Mhm…"
"Not an answer, baby."
"…Yes. Thank you."
He leaned down to kiss you, you moaned softly at the taste of yourself off of his lips.
Pulling back, he trained his serious eyes on yours. "Don't thank me for that shit."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize either." You managed a snort at how impossible he was being, but he continued. "Feelin' sleepy?"
You hummed. "Yeah. A little."
He blinked once, scanning your face. Then grunted. "Not good enough."
"Katsuki, it's okay, you've done enou—"
"I told you, 'm gonna take care of it. Yeah?"
With his hands on the underside of your thighs, he pulled your legs around his waist, his hardened cock pressing over your still-drooling pussy, hot and heavy despite the single layer of fabric between you both.
Your heart picked up again; voice small, airy.
"Yeah…"
"Gonna let me, right?"
You whined. "But I just—"
"I know," he shushed you, slowly moving his hips, grinding himself against you agonizingly. "You can gimme another."
"Mh…”
Your lips pursed, brows pinched.
It could feel nice. It would feel nice.
You had warmed up to the idea, hips lifting just slightly to push against him as he moved, a quiet, nearly imperceptible motion.
He noticed, like he always did, but still, he wanted to draw it out of you.
"C'mon, gotta say it." his voice was a half-tease, low and coaxing, yet that mocking undertone never left. "Can only do it if you say it."
You groaned, embarrassed heat crawling up your neck.
He always did this—made you say it out loud, full-well knowing how it embarrassed you.
It was as though he lived to see you get heated, got something out of watching your lips curl and twitch in your attempts to fight your own discomposure.
"Can give you 'nother," you practically huffed out. "Jus' fuck me, please. Wanna feel you."
He smiled down at you, pleased with himself, and before you could even think to roll your eyes at that smug expression, he began to shuffle out of his boxers, freeing his aching cock.
He brought it to rest right over your pussy as he settled between your legs.
His eyes said look, and you did, took in his thick length, the angry flush of his leaking head, the precum dripping onto your navel.
He wanted you to see just how deep he would go, wanted you to really take it in.
You felt yourself get wetter, feeling empty at just the sight— he reached just below your belly button.
"You ready?"
Slowly, he dragged his tip between your folds. You let out a small, choked sound, nodding as your hips involuntarily bucked up to chase more.
"Uh huh. Please, please."
Katsuki’s abs tensed as he finally positioned himself just right, pushing into your tight warmth with gritted teeth, biting back the moan threatening to slip past.
He took his sweet time, going inch by agonizing inch, all the while your chest heaved as he stretched you out, filled the emptiness that had you aching.
When he finally bottomed out, panting, you clenched around him, whimpering slightly.
He let out a guttural sound; something low, ragged, already wrecked.
"Don't…" he breathed, voice cracking slightly. "Don't fuckin' do that."
"Sorry…"
"Told you not to do that either."
With a shaky breath, he began to move. Careful rolls of his hips, a hand splayed over your stomach as he eased himself in deep.
You stuttered out his name as that same hand moved lower, stopping right where your bodies met, the pad of his thumb slowly rubbing your clit.
His eyes fluttered as he watched your head fall back against your pillow, panting as he eased into a languid rhythm, angling his hips with each thrust in search of that spot.
When he found it, you keened, toes curling, lips parting as you let out a moan.
"Katsuki…" you dragged out the end of his name, practically whining.
He only grunted, something like a strangled whimper managing to slip past his gritted teeth. "Yeah, I know, I fuckin' know…"
He continued to thrust slowly, pull all the way back out before pushing back in, intense scarlet eyes watching your face twist upon each intrusion.
You didn't notice his thumb had been brushing the plush of your lower lip before he tapped it.
"Open."
That was all he said. He knew he didn't need much for you to listen. You looked down at his hand, then back up, parting your lips on command, the pink of your tongue peaking out on instinct.
"There we go…" He murmured, slipping his index and middle finger into your waiting mouth slowly.
The weight of his thick digits settled over your tongue and you groaned, sucking gently.
"You like that?" He asked, watching your mouth work around his fingers softly, voice low.
He already knew you liked it, knew that it lulled you into a fuzzy, brainless haze. But he loved to see you nod back at him; that pliant, sweet look in your half-lidded eyes as you offered him soft 'mhm' around his fingers.
He fought the moan crawling up his throat, instead letting out a tight a chuckle.
"Yeah, I know you do."
When he pulled his fingers back, you whimpered, but didn't get to dwell on it for long.
He moved to cage you down, supporting himself by the forearms, groaning into your ear as he bucked his hips deeper into you, pace noticeably faster.
You threw your head back. It was so good, perfect even. But you still wanted to feel more of him.
"Closer…" You asked, a quiet whine behind your words. "Closer, please, baby. Need you closer, Katsuki…"
Katsuki loved missionary, you knew this. He loved that it meant he could get close, actually see you— watch as your face twisted from being filled by him.
But on nights when close wasn't close enough, he folded you in half, pressed himself impossibly deeper, brought you closer than you thought you could ever feel.
The second he realized what you were asking for, he pushed the backs of your thighs, pressed your knees up by your head.
You hooked your arms around his neck, he kissed the the hinge of your jaw, breathing desperate words against your neck.
“Fuck, I love you.”
You bit back a groan, feeling him trail sloppy kisses down to your collarbone.
“Y’know that, right?”
You were shaking, letting out breathy moans as he began to suck soft marks into your skin, lost in the feeling— the taste— of you.
Your hands slid to hold the back of his neck, pulling him back carefully. Your nose bumped his as you held his face, felt the sharp curve of his jaw in your palms.
You pulled a hand back to find one of his by your head, you laced your fingers with his, gave his hand a soft squeeze before softly pecking his lips.
"I love you," you murmured the words against his mouth before pulling him back feverishly, moaning into the kiss. "I love you so much."
He picked up his pace at those words, fucking into you desperately, "Can't believe you thought I didn't wanna do this shit…" He panted out.
"Always fuckin' want you, don't y'get it?" his voice was already deep. but now— rough from sleep and want, the rasp made you impossibly wetter.
The sound of your creaking bed and the soft slap of skin against skin faded into the background as he leaned down to kiss you, all messy and raw.
"Tell me you get it." the words heaved out of him, hot and breathy, his lidded eyes met yours, the blistering need behind them setting your skin ablaze.
"I get it," you managed, tugging him closer, holding him against your chest. "I get it, Katsuki, please—"
He groaned by your ear, "Fuck, I know. I got you…"
Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter. Everything that had weighed on your heart— the frustration, the doubt, the unsureness in yourself. it dissolved to nothingness in the back of your mind— because Katsuki Bakugou loved you. You loved him.
You could feel it all around you; he was everywhere, everything. And part of you felt that was all you might ever need.
With a broken sound, you came, burying into the crook of his neck.
He breathed with you for a moment, held you close, heated sweat-slicked skin against yours. He pulled out carefully, gritting his teeth to bite back a groan.
You were caught off guard when he hooked your thighs over his shoulders, leaned down to lap up your spend— his grip was a vice, absolutely not letting go of you— his fervent mouth moving against your sensitive heat to stimulate you past what you thought was bliss.
You nudged at his face half-heartedly, too tired to even whine; shallow, broken sobs heaved out of you as your thighs twitching around his head.
It was too much, you told him as much. At least, you tried to. You weren't sure if he could make anything out of your nonsensical babbling between whimpers, but you were certain he didn't really care.
When your hands found his hair, you twisted the blond tufts in your fists, letting out a final cry as he pushed you over the edge one last time.
He lifted his head back, lingering for a beat, careful eyes taking you in. Your eyes were shut, relishing the aftershock of your own high as your lungs raced to catch onto air, but more importantly: you were completely fucked out.
With a small kiss to your inner thigh, he got up.
"Where're you going…?” you managed between breaths, feeling his presence on your bed go missing, eyes opening just enough to peek at him.
“Clean underwear. Water."
"Oh."
"Mhm."
You felt like you might pass out in the best way possible. Your eyes were so droopy, but you tried your best to keep them open.
You traced the line of Katsuki's back as he shuffled through your drawers. Something soft and warm branched out from behind your sternum, spread through your body.
Suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms. Feel his body curve against yours.
He uncapped a bottle of water from your dresser and held it out for you, watching intently as you sat up shakily and took careful sips.
You handed it back to him, wiping at your mouth as he moved back onto your bed, tugging on a clean pair of underwear over your legs.
"You shoulda kept goin' Katsuki…" You tried to sound harsh, scolding. But it came out softer than you wanted. "You didn't… y'know…"
He pulled the blanket over your body and his quietly, settling at your side. You watched as he laid his head to rest on his pillow, taking in the familiar lines of his face.
"Don't care." He flicked your forehead. "Think too much and I might have to fuck you to sleep again."
Your lower lip jutted at that, a small flush settling over your face.
Reaching an arm out, you drew him closer to you. Your heart swelled at the familiarity of his warmth, that longing in you satiated momentarily at the feeling.
Your hand found his jaw, thumb brushing over the unscarred side of his face. You always loved that scar on his right cheek, thought it made him look handsome.
A small smile touched your face as you leaned in to press your lips over it, even though his other cheek was much easier to kiss. You liked to do that whenever you got the chance.
"Hey, Katsuki?" You hummed, brushing some of his hair back.
"What?"
Fondness curled inside your chest at his voice; it came quick because it was soft. Because he had softened himself, for you.
"Thank you."
He blinked back at you before, "Tch." then leaning forward to peck your lips.
"Told you to stop doin' that."
You could only chuckle, letting his large hand find the back of your head, pull you down to cradle you against the warm, solid planes of his chest.
"Sleep."
You yawned, smiling as you pressed your cheek closer against his skin.
"I'll make it up in the morning, 'kay?" You mumbled, the thrum of his heart easing your limbs, his strong arms curled around you tighter. "Promise."
Katsuki snorted softly, running a hand up and down your back, careful and soothing as he tucked you under his chin, adjusting the blanket around you to make sure you were properly warm.
"'M sure you will."
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second smut we up 😈 im still learning how to write ts so this was kiiinda stressful… (overthought a Lot) … but it ok we made it 🥹
im not even a petname bkg truther really so idk why i wrote that in but i did. playing with him like he’s my doll lalala
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゛★ roommates ! satoru and sukuna use you as a body pillow.
oneshot .ᐟ ⋆ modern au ⋆ cuddling ⋆ gojo grabs your boob and sukuna grabs your ass ⋆ polyamory-ish ⋆ fluff ⋆ sfw but suggestive? art by to__0fu
you woke up to warmth. a lot of it.
there was a solid weight pressed against your back, all long limbs and bony elbows, and an arm thrown across your waist that had somehow migrated upward during the night. satoru's hand was cupping your breast like it was a stress ball, his fingers slack but undeniably there, palm warm through the thin fabric of your shirt. his breath was hot against the back of your neck, each exhale of warmth making you shiver, and his knees were tucked behind yours like he was trying to fuse your bodies together.
in front of you, sukuna was a wall of heat and muscle. your face was smushed into his chest, the faint smell of his soap still clinging to his skin, and your leg was thrown over his hip in a way that would've been scandalous if you weren't half-asleep and pretty much used to it. his arm was draped across your waist, large hand splayed low on your back, fingers curving just enough to rest on the swell of your ass. he wasn’t grabbing or groping though—unlike someone. a certain white haired someone.
you blinked slowly. this was normal. this was your morning. sandwiched between two men who could not be more different if they tried, both of them treating you like the human embodiment of a pillow.
satoru's fingers twitched against your chest, squeezing slightly in his sleep, and you felt a low hum of something that was definitely not annoyance.
"satoru," you mumbled, voice rough with sleep. "your hand."
nothing. just more warm breathing against your neck.
you tried shifting, but that only made him pull you closer, his arm tightening around your waist and his nose pressing harder into the curve of your shoulder. a soft, pleased noise escaped his throat.
"five more minutes," he slurred, barely coherent.
"your hand is on my boob."
"i know. it's nice."
you sighed, but you couldn't even pretend to be mad. this was just how it was. how it had been for months, ever since the three of you had fallen into this weird, unspoken arrangement that no one had bothered to define but everyone was clearly on board with.
you turned your attention to sukuna, who was still dead to the world. his face was relaxed in sleep, which was the only time he ever looked anything close to peaceful. his jaw wasn't clenched, his brow wasn't furrowed, and the perpetual scowl he wore like armor was nowhere to be found.
his hand on your ass squeezed once, reflexive, and you felt your face heat.
"you're awake," you murmured, because there was no way that was accidental.
sukuna's eyes cracked open—just a slit, those deep crimson irises catching the pale morning light filtering through the curtains. he didn't move, didn't speak, just watched you with that flat, assessing stare that would've made anyone else squirm.
then his hand squeezed again, deliberate this time, and one corner of his mouth twitched.
"morning," he rasped, voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest and straight into your cheek.
"you're shameless."
"you’re still here."
you opened your mouth to retort, but satoru chose that exact moment to stir behind you, his arm tightening and his hand shifting just enough to make you gasp.
"oh my god," you breathed.
satoru made a sleepy, questioning noise against your neck. "what? what's wrong?"
"your hand."
"it's still on your boob, yeah. i noticed."
"then move it."
"don't wanna."
sukuna snorted, the sound rough with sleep. "you're a pervert."
"you're one to talk," satoru shot back, voice still thick with drowsiness. "i can feel your hand on her ass from here. don't act all high and mighty."
"at least i'm not groping her like a teenager at a house party."
"it's not groping, it's comforting. they’re like stress balls. there’s a difference.”
"there really isn't.”
you felt satoru shift behind you, his chest pressing closer, and then his hand—which had been resting innocently on your shoulder—slid back down. slow. deliberate. his fingers traced the curve of your ribs before palming your breast through the thin cotton of your tank top.
"groping would be if i did this—"
his hand firmly squeezed, fingers kneading the soft flesh, and then his thumb found your nipple through the fabric. he flicked it—once, twice, a lazy, practiced motion that sent a jolt straight through you.
you gasped, sharp and involuntary, the sound punching out of you before you could stop it. it was embarrassing, needy, and it hung in the morning air like an admission.
"satoru!" you smacked his hand, your face burning, and he let out a theatrical whine like you'd just wounded him.
"okay—okay, sorry..." he grumbled, but you could hear the grin in his voice. his hand slid down to your stomach, palm flat and warm against the bare skin there, fingers splayed like he was claiming territory. "but you made that really cute sound. like a little squeak."
"i did not squeak."
"you absolutely did," sukuna said, voice low and rough with sleep. his eyes were open now, watching you with that knowing look.
“shut up, kuna.”
satoru’s thumb traced a slow circle on your stomach, just above the waistband of your shorts, and you shivered despite yourself.
sukuna's hand moved, sliding from your ass up to your hip, then around to your thigh where it rested heavy and warm. his thumb pressed into the soft skin there, stroking slow, lazy patterns that made your breath catch.
"you're blushing," sukuna observed, and his voice was almost smug. oh how that bastard loved teasing you like this.
"it's warm in here."
"the ac’s on the lowest setting."
"yeah—well, you two are suffocating me. shut it."
satoru giggled and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. his hand on your stomach tightened slightly, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. "you're so cute when you're flustered."
"i'm not even flustered."
"your heart's racing," sukuna said, and you hated that he was right. you could feel the thrum of it in your chest, quick and betraying. no matter how used to this you’d gotten, the two still knew exactly how to get to you.
"that's because you two are suffocating me."
"you love it," satoru sing-songed.
you didn't answer, because he was right, and they both knew it.
you groaned and tried to roll away, but both of them held firm—satoru's arm locking around your waist, sukuna's hand pressing flat against your lower back. you were trapped.
"you're both so annoying," you muttered into sukuna's chest.
"you say that a lot," satoru said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. "maybe you should get new material."
"maybe you should get a life."
"i have one. it's you. and him, unfortunately."
sukuna's eyes had slipped closed again, but you felt his chest shake with a silent laugh. "unfortunately is right."
"shut up," satoru taunted, kicking him under the covers. "you know you love me."
"i tolerate you. there's a really big difference. if you were smart you’d know that.”
“semantics. and for your information, i am smart.”
you smiled despite yourself, face still pressed against sukuna's chest. the morning light was growing brighter, painting the room in soft gold, and the warmth of both of them was starting to lull you back toward sleep.
"you're both dumbasses," you grumbled, but there was no heat in it.
"and that would make you?” satoru teased, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
“he has a point,” sukuna grunted in agreement, his hand sliding up from your ass to rest on your hip, thumb tracing a slow circle against the skin there.
you let your eyes close, breathing in the mixed scents of them—satoru's sweet, almost floral shampoo, sukuna's sharper, spicier shampoo.
"breakfast?" you asked, voice sleepy.
"later," satoru mumbled.
"five more minutes," sukuna said, which was practically a declaration of love from him.
"fine," you sighed, practically waving a white flag. "five more minutes."
satoru's hand (which was honestly doing mean things to you) finally moved—off your chest, up to your shoulder, pulling you back against him until you were perfectly cocooned. sukuna's arm tightened around your waist, drawing you closer until there was no space left between you.
and for five beautiful, quiet minutes, there was peace.
then satoru said, "so who's getting up to make coffee?"
゛★ roommates ! satoru and sukuna are always arguing.
DRABBLE ⋆ #modern au ⋆ crack fic ⋆ fluffy ⋆ mario kart mention ⋆ sfw art by to__0fu
the mario kart screen flickered with the colors of rainbow road, but neither of the two grown men on the bed were actually looking at it anymore. too busy acting like two man-sized children over a videogame.
“you’re a dirty, cheating bastard and you know it,” satoru said, voice a lazy drawl that was completely undercut by the way he was jabbing his controller at sukuna’s chest. “that blue shell was fucking personal.”
sukuna didn’t even flinch, just kept one arm slung behind his head, the other holding his controller like it was a scepter and he was a king surveying his peasant. “it’s a game mechanic, you insufferable toddler. maybe if you weren’t so busy crying about it, you’d actually be good at something for once in your pathetic life.”
“i am good, you oaf. i’m literally the best. you just got lucky because you’re a bully who cheats in videogames to feed his ego.”
“and you’re a brat who can’t lose gracefully. it’s embarrassing, honestly.”
“i don’t lose.”
“not what the scoreboard says.”
you were in the doorway, phone in hand, half-watching their little showdown unfold for the third time that evening. summer’s left the two men free and at home 24/7 with nothing better to do than be at each other’s throats the whole time. the laundry was forgotten in the basket by your feet. you’d learned, by now, that intervening too early just made it worse. better to let them tire themselves out.
“you hit me with a red shell right after,” satoru whined, flopping back against the headboard with all the dramatic flair of a victorian widow. “and then you taunted me. with the little dance. i saw the dance, you absolute dick.”
sukuna’s lips curled into a smirk. “you want a tissue for that? or do you need me to call a wambulance?”
“i need you to be less of an ass for five seconds. is that too much to ask?”
“yes.”
you finally stepped forward, setting your phone on the dresser. “alright. that’s enough.”
both of them turned to look at you—satoru with his big, pouty eyes and sukuna with that flat, unimpressed stare that meant he was about to argue just for the sake of it. god, you wished they’d get jobs and give you some semblance peace. but no, they chose to be unemployed bums who sat on their asses all day.
“i was about to win,” satoru said, voice pitching into a whine, and before you could react, he’d reached out and grabbed your wrist, tugging you onto the bed. you stumbled, landing half on his lap, half on the mattress, and he immediately wrapped an arm around your waist like you were a stuffed animal he was claiming.
“you were about to get last place,” sukuna shot back. “again. don’t drag her into your delusions.”
“okay, listen,” you said, trying to sit up properly, but satoru just tightened his grip and buried his face against your shoulder like a overgrown cat. you gave up and let yourself lean into him, because fighting satoru when he was in clingy mode was like fighting a tide. it’s no use. “we’re done with mario kart for the night—actually, we’re done with all videogames tonight. we’re all adults here. we can find something else to do.”
satoru gasped against your shirt. “traitor. you’re seriously taking his side?”
“i’m not taking anyone’s side. i’m taking the side of my peace, which you two are currently running over with a goddamn kart.”
sukuna snorted, and then—surprisingly—he shifted. his free hand came up and landed on your knee, just resting there, heavy and warm. a silent claim that said i’m here too, don’t forget it. because how can he let satoru be the only one to touch you? “good luck with that,” he muttered, thumb tracing a lazy circle against your pajama pants.
you shot him a look, and he just raised an eyebrow, totally unbothered. that was the thing about sukuna—he was never really bothered. annoyed, yes. amused, one hundred percent. but never genuinely ruffled. it was infuriating and, against your better judgment, a little endearing. especially when he was touching you like that.
“you’re both impossible,” you muttered, grabbing the controller from satoru’s loose grip before he could start another round. “and you’re both sleeping on the couch if this keeps up.”
“he started it,” satoru said, pointing at sukuna like a child tattling to a teacher, but his other hand was now playing with the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against the bare skin of your hip.
“i finished it,” sukuna replied, smirking.
you sighed, long and heavy, and let your head drop into your hands. the mattress dipped as satoru shifted closer, his chest pressing against your back, chin hooking over your shoulder. his breath was warm against your ear. you could practically hear the smile on his lips.
“you love us though,” he said, grinning like he knew he was right, and his arms wrapped around your middle fully now, pulling you flush against him.
“debatable,” you said, but you were already smiling, and you felt sukuna’s fingers tighten on your knee in response, like he was calling bullshit without saying a word.
sukuna just huffed from his side, but then he leaned in, just slightly, and pressed his shoulder against yours, the heat of him bleeding through your sleeve. his head fell against your shoulder while his hand slid up from your knee to your thigh, thumb stroking slow and lazy. “you two should shut up,” he muttered, but there was no bite in it.
“so,” you said, breaking the silence. “who’s ordering dinner?”
“sukuna pays,” satoru said immediately, and he nuzzled into the curve of your neck just to be annoying.
“absolutely not.”
“you lost the race. loser buys.”
“i won the race, you absolute moron. are you fucking blind?”
“you cheated.”
“i played better. get over yourself.”
you rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone with your free hand—the other was currently trapped under satoru’s octopus grip. “i’m ordering pizza. anyone complains, they get pineapple.”
both of them went quiet. for a moment, there was peace. satoru’s nose was still buried in your collarbone, and sukuna’s hand had gone still on your thigh, but neither of them moved away.
then satoru whispered, “he’d probably like pineapple just to be contrarian.”
sukuna’s voice was flat. “i would. and i’d make you watch me eat every last slice, you whiny shit.”
satoru gasped dramatically and bit your shoulder—gently, just teeth and mischief. “did you hear that? he just threatened me. in our home. while you’re right here. defend my honor.”
“you don’t have any honor,” sukuna said, and this time he actually reached over and flicked satoru’s forehead, hard enough to make him yelp.
“ow! fuck you—she’s my witness, that was assault.”
“i’ll show you assault.”
you let them bicker over your head, their hands still tangled somewhere on your body—satoru’s around your waist, sukuna’s on your thigh, his head no longer on your shoulder—both of them claiming pieces of you like territory. a small smile tugged at your lips. some things never changed. and honestly? you wouldn’t have it any other way, even if they were both absolute shits who couldn’t go five minutes without cursing each other out.
you just hoped the pizza guy got here before they started throwing pillows.
BRUCE WAYNE doesn't hesitate to get into his wife's pants, no matter where he is.
The center of his desk stays mostly clear, the majority of his paperwork staying off to the side. If he's lucky, you'll stop by and visit him during lunch.
Bruce isn't one to push, but if you let him?
He's locking the doors to his office and cancelling any meetings he may have within the next two hours or so.
Your husband drops to his knees without hesitation, rough fingers dragging softly across the inner and outer skin of your thighs. It isn't long before his hands are hastily removing your bottoms, his tongue making its way to lick a long stripe up the center of your panties.
Bruce acts like a man starved, lapping and sucking at your sensitive skin before your undergarments are even removed. He's fond, you think, of knowing that he can bring you pleasure without having any dirt contact with your heated flesh.
Your husband keeps the center of his desk cleared for you, though he'd never admit it out loud. He can't help it, you just look so pretty with your legs spread out over the mahogany!
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in which bruce isn't used to waking up without you.
( bruce wayne x fem!reader | fluff! )
it was an unusually quiet night. bruce hadn’t done patrol tonight, instead he opted to stay in, rest. usually he would be against the idea—gotham didn’t sleep so neither should he, but ever since you came into the picture bruce found himself waiting for his days off. sleep only came easy to him when you were near, which was why he was jolted awake when he turned to pull you closer only to be met with an empty side of the bed.
panic filled his chest as more than one scenario filled his mind each one becoming more disturbing than the last causing him to jump out of the bed and leap into a search for you. he silently cursed the massive manor as he felt like he was running a marathon as he checked every room he thought you would be in.
it wasn’t until bruce peaked into the kitchen that the panic settled and relief took over as there you stood in the middle of the kitchen—your mouth filled with cookies and the area dimly lit by the refrigerator that had been left open.
you weren’t aware of the man who leaned against the frame of the door and bruce took advantage of that as he just watched, taking in your appearance. your eyes looked heavy with sleep that was needed, your hair had been a mess and your socks were inside out no doubt being lazily thrown on.
yet bruce couldn’t tear his eyes away from your stomach. he smiled softly as his shirt stretched over the curve of your pregnant belly—your hand rubbing up and down the bump as you mindlessly ate your snacks.
“hungry?” you jumped, hand leaving your stomach to rest on your heart as you stared wide eyed at the sudden intruder. “jesus fucking christ bruce!” you whispered shouted, being mindful of your family who were no doubt fast asleep.
he laughed, walking over until he stood at your back—his hands now resting on your stomach as his face buried itself in the nape of your neck, kissing the exposed skin.
“you scared me” you muttered.
“you scared me” he repeated “not used to waking up without you in bed” he explained. you sighed, you had learned how to cope with the uncomfortable feeling of waking up in the middle of the night without bruce. you hated the fear of waking up and never seeing his face again.
but bruce always made sure every morning he was tucked by your side in one piece. bruised and battered yes, but in one piece nonetheless.
“well you have your son to blame for that” he smiled. bruce was scared when you weren’t next to him yet with the additional knowledge that you were currently carrying a piece of you both—bruce couldn’t bare losing either one of you.
“yeah? is he full now? can we go back to bed?” you let out a soft laugh, nodding your head. you both cleaned the kitchen quietly and by you both i mean bruce took everything out of your hand and handled it himself.
when he was done he placed both hands on your hips, leading you back to your shared room so you can both fall back asleep peacefully—especially since you both knew the other would be there when you woke up.
little mortal is the first name that loki gives you that isn't your own. you bristle at it in the beginning, because you think that it's a cruel way that loki wants to remind you about the differences between you.
as time goes on, you start to believe the fondness in his tone. you notice when he says it—when you're being stubborn, when you're feeling bad, when you're on the cusp of doing something just because you can.
dear heart is when he's being patient—either with you, or with himself. when you're ranting, and he wants to pull you back to the point of the matter—"dear heart, come back."
chaos bringer appears the day that you brought home a duck.
"it's hurt," you tell him.
"it's messy," he says.
"so are you. so am i. just until it's healed!"
he sighs, knowing the battle was lost. "very well, chaos bringer."
lovely one is for first thing in the morning. or last at night. when his guard is down and he thinks that he's gotten lucky in a way that has tricked the universe.
when you roll over in the morning, face still crumpled from sleep, and he reaches out—"good morning, lovely one."
cleverness sounds like immense pride, even when he's not thinking about it. especially when he's not thinking about it.
or when he notices your restlessness in the evening, and you've paced a hole in the living room floor as he reads—"come, cleverness," he says, shifting in his chair, "tell me what troubles you so that i may concentrate."
nerd!gojo is the type to have you completely undone within ten minutes with just with his tongue and fingers. glasses slightly askew, that insufferable almost-smile, watching you fall apart as he experiments, paying attention to every little thing that makes you twich. you wouldn't be surprised if he had a notepad next to him. he will say "thought so" when he finds something that works, quiet and satisfied, and you want to be annoyed about it but physically cannot because he's right and he's always right with his stupid big brain.
frat!sukuna is the type to have you in his lap at a party with his hand underneath your skirt, completely unbothered, carrying on a conversation with whoever's nearby while his fingers work you open slowly and his face gives absolutely nothing away. he expects you to stay quiet. he knows you're struggling. he finds it very funny. he will only look at you when you're right at the edge, turning just enough to watch your face, and he'll keep you there for as long as he wants before he decides you've earned it.
professor!nanami is the type to wait until after class, until the room is empty, until it's just you standing at his desk with some question you both know isn't really about the coursework. and then he'll look at you over his glasses with that expression and say close the door in a voice that makes your panties dampen and your thighs squeeze together. methodical about everything, including this. especially this. the kind of thorough that makes you forget what day it is.
plug!choso is the type to turn soft and pliant the moment you put your hands on him, going completely still under your touch like he doesn't know what to do with being handled gently and is trying very hard not to show how much he wants it. will do anything you ask without hesitation and look at you the whole time with those dark eyes like you're the only thing worth looking at in any room he's ever been in.
goth!geto is the type to be slow and deliberate that borders on overwhelming. unhurried, with long fingers, a patience that feels almost meditative and eyes that stay on your face the entire time collecting every reaction and filing it away into his brain for later. has this low quiet voice that he uses specifically to say things in your ear that you'll be thinking about for days afterward. he knows exactly what he's doing. has always known.
athlete!toji is the type to have you pressed against the wall of the equipment room with one arm braced above your head and absolutely zero urgency about it, like he has nowhere to be and no interest in being anywhere else. he has that lazy smile while watching you come undone and he takes his time with it. he's still in his practice gear. he doesn't care. you've stopped caring too.
dean!higuruma is the type to have you bent over his desk after hours. door locked, glasses still on, one hand pressed flat between your shoulder blades keeping you exactly where he wants you arched up at the perfect angle for him to watch the ripple of your ass. he takes you apart with a methodical patience that borders on devastating. he won't speed up no matter how much you ask. he will only go harder when he decides to, not even when you beg for it, and he always decides eventually, just never when you expect it.
campus security!shiu is the type to have you in the security office after hours, luring you there under the guise that you had broken the rules somehow. the monitors are still running and he doesn't care even slightly. he's quiet and focused and completely sure of himself that is so fucking attractive. his hands are steady and deliberate, finding the things that work and repeating them without commentary until you're gripping the edge of the desk and making sounds that would absolutely carry if the building weren't empty. he says almost nothing the entire time. just a sly smirk while the pretty college student is unfolding in the hands of campus security.
skater!ino is the type to show up to yours still in his gear, beanie slightly ajar, and have you on the bed within five minutes of him getting home. his calloused hands spreading your thighs with this easy confidence (and borderline desperation), settling between them, and he takes his time, mouth warm and unhurried against your skin while you grip the sheets. he will come up grinning when you make a sound he likes, that easy grin, and go right back down before you can say anything about it. he's moaning like a whore against your pussy while he ruts against the bed in desperation.
𑣲 prof!nanami is desperate to suck on his favourite students' tits to relieve some stress
"and remember, this exam will make up two thirds of your final grade, so be sure to study well. i wish you all the best of luck for friday."
the familiar, deep voice rang through the auditorium before the lecture was dismissed. the students scramble away almost immediately, most of them off to the library to snatch a spot while there were still some seats left. it was exam season after all.
whilst you pack your laptop and various other papers into your bag, your mind is already a couple of steps ahead, debating whether you should skip dinner or sleep tonight, since you knew one would have to be sacrificed due to some much needed studying.
you had been so caught up in your thoughts you barely noticed being the last one left and as if on cue to the worries swirling through your head, that tall, yet unthreatening shadow looms over you. and just like that, the thoughts subsided as quickly as they had made their way into your mind.
before you even got to greet him, or so much as look up at him properly, nanami's lips were already planting his usual two kisses, one to the top of your head and one to your temple.
it makes your heart fill with warmth and the corners of your lips curl up instantly whenever he does his little routine kisses. nanami was a creature of habit, he liked foreseeable things most and that included the two small mwah's he gave you without fail, even while half asleep.
however, there was one particular unforeseeable thing he didn't mind whatsoever.
the way you walked into his life without a second thought, without him even realising it before he was already too deep in, too head over heels for the sweet, charming girl that somehow seemed to adore him the same way he adored and loved you (though he swears you couldn't possibly fathom the love his heart held for you.)
“mm, darling.” he hums against your hair, tilting his head back again to look down at you. his hands were quick to reach up and hold you, one on your waist whilst the other was brushing strands from your face that fell into those lovely features of yours when you had been busy putting your things away.
“would you like going to that Italian place again after my office hours? we could get some of that tiramisu you were so eager to eat last time.” his suggestion sounded nothing short of salvation to your grumbling stomach.
though you knew it’d take up too much of your time. driving there, eating, driving back and obviously talking and what not, would all stretch into a couple of hours. which you, sadly enough, didn’t posses.
“kento, i’d really love to, you know i would… but you just reminded us yourself. exam’s this friday already. two damned thirds of our final grade. i have to study my ass off…” you explained, a bittersweet smile on your lips because your really did appreciate his offer.
his thumb traced invisible, gentle circles on your waist where he held you, contemplating your words, aware how right you were. he really shouldn’t be distracting you from your studies. but who could blame him?
he has been stressed too, piles and seemingly infinite piles of exams stacking up on his desk that he dreaded to correct and grade. his only hope had been you.
spending some well deserved time with his sweet girl was the one thing he looked forward to above all whenever finishing his work, or well, when taking a break from it, since he was never really done.
“right…” he murmured, disappointment flashing through his eyes before quickly composing himself again to meet your gaze. nanami wasn’t a selfish man, he really, truly wasn’t. everyone knew that. but maybe just this once it’d be alright…
“and if… we were to order and stay in my office? that way it wouldn’t take as long?” he offered with that handsome, sheepish grin of his when trying to persuade you of something.
“you know you’ll get extra credits from me anyway, love, so don’t stress yourself because of the exam.”
the idea made your smile widen. that’s true. it wouldn’t take up as much time as the initial suggestion. and even though you were aware it’d still take away from your study time, you also desperately wanted to have some time with your boyfriend.
plus that extra credit definitely sounded delicious enough to any student who felt the study stress crawling into their very skin during this time.
“sure, baby, that sounds nice. call me after hours?” a smile stretched on your lips, more earnest now and feeling a little more relieved.
lucky you to be getting this special treatment, huh. you sure felt glad you wouldn’t be fighting for a place at the stuffed library that seemed to reek of remorse and grief.
nanami tensed shoulders eased slightly at your affirmation. thank God you went along with his idea, he had no idea how he’d make it to the end of this week being without at least a sliver of your presence.
his arm wrapped around your waist to tug you a tad closer so he was able to lean down and press his lips to yours in a soft, needy kiss, lingering longer than necessary. a little taste of what was to come in a mere couple of hours.
“will do, love.”
.
.
.
the familiar scent of sandalwood and coffee, along with the oh-so gentle way he had you cradled in his lap, felt like a second home to you at this point. with how he had you pressed all close and tucked away to his chest, relishing in your scent and touch alone, how could you not melt?
he nuzzled his nose to your neck, letting his breaths linger on your sensitive skin.
all he desired was this. just this comfortable, safe closeness you offered him. had there ever even been a time when he had felt this relaxed without you? he genkirkuinely couldn’t think of a single moment.
as his gaze flicked up to set on yours, a tired, yet tender smile spread across those lips you could keep kissing for hours on end (a fact you knew from experience ;))
“darling?” something shy of a purr left his pretty lips.
“could we stay like this for at least a little while longer, love?” nanami uttered softly, eyes soft, exhaustion visibly etched into them. how could you dare decline him when he was asking so sweetly? being as needy and touchy as a kitten seeking comfort in their favourite embrace.
“of course, baby…”
with that, your hand that had been threading through his silky strands of messy hair gently drew his face closer to your chest until he was resting in his personal heaven. nanami was never shy to show you how much he cherished those lovely, warm titties of yours.
God knows he was in absolute awe of them.
not only was he immediately nuzzling more into your cleavage that was (thankfully for him) shown off through the low cut blouse you decided to change into before coming to his office, but his hands already began tugging gently on the soft fabric of said blouse.
it made you chuckle, honestly, how he completely lost the strict professor demeanour he put on during his lectures and turned into the smitten man you knew and loved anytime he got to be alone with you.
you took the hint of his gentle tugging, leaning back a little so you had space left to unbutton a couple more buttons of the light blue blouse, revealing the white lace hugging your chest perfectly.
fuck. nanami had to hold back a deep groan from the sight alone. screw that tiramisu, he had much sweeter things to indulge in right under his nose.
he was quick to nuzzle his way back into your warm cleavage like a man starved. eyes closed and soft, open mouthed kisses following shortly over the swell of your left breast. the vibration of his quiet murmur rippled against your skin, hands eagerly resting right under your bra.
“love… you look so beautiful like this. so- mmh perfect.” calloused hands brushed over the straps of your bra, pulling on them so that they’d slide off.
meanwhile your fingers were back in his hair, raking through the blond, silver sprinkled hair and moving strands from his forehead so you’d be able to watch him enjoy himself in his favourite spot.
“kento, baby…” you cooed softly, a fond expression settling on your face with how infatuated he seemed the moment he could get those lips of his to work where God intended.
it was adorable, really. the older man, still in his dress shirt, tie a tad looser than it had been during the lecture before, relishing in the plush of your chest like there was nowhere he’d rather be.
and there wasn’t. he had said so himself on several occasions when he had gotten to enjoy your flawless girls.
“just so… soft and-” a small gasp escaping your lips cut his words off when he pressed a kiss right on your nipple, that he had managed to fiddle out of your bra when pushing your chest up more against his face.
a small suck followed soon enough, making you hold back soft sounds you knew would spill from you the second your lips were to part.
since you were still in his office where anyone could come knocking at any given moment and invade the small private bubble you two were in, you tried your best to keep quiet.
the hand in his hair stilled, or well, tightened sightly when you felt his tongue swirl around the sensitive peak in slow, warm motions.
oh how he loved this. he was putty in your arms the moment he took sight of his favourite tits. he’d stay this way all day if he could.
just held by you, calm and untroubled, enveloped in that familiar embrace he had grown to call his own sanctuary. he’d give the world for it. truly.
and you knew that. so you let him stay there, free of the grading stress for once. seeing him this peaceful was rare. yes, definitely more common with you around but still rare. which is why you held the sight of him like this so dear.
it made your heart soar all the more when he lifted his head to set his gaze on yours. his glasses faintly askew, expression fond.
you dipped your head down to meet his lips with your own in a soft, unrushed kiss while your free hand trailed up to cup his jaw, holding it with care.
“what would i do without you, love?” he murmured against your lips, his warm breath fanning over your skin. a subtle crinkle formed at corner of his eyes, deepening that attractive smile that had already imprinted itself on his face as it always did when he laid eyes on his beloved girl and her gorgeous girls.
the question only made you press another kiss to his lips, a grin tugging at your lips.
“i’m serious, i don’t think i would’ve made it to the end of the semester.” he tried to reaffirm, hoping you’d see how much he meant it. how badly he needed you to understand that you were everything his soul longed and ached for.
that after all his time being he’d only felt this way with you.
it made your touch and expression soften. how was he even allowed to be this precious when not even meaning to?
“me neither, baby.” you said in a hushed whisper, both hands cupping his cheeks now with one thumb caressing the matured skin.
“would’ve never stayed sane without you by me.”
that was all it took for nanami to lean into another kiss, this one deeper, needier and almost desperate.
a/n: have literally been thinking about this non-stop since exams have started
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After being reawakened after so many years, his purpose was to find you. The only one who made him feel loved.
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“So you are awakened. How do you feel?” Mahito looked Choso up and down.
“Fine.” He remarked highly annoyed at his current situation.
“Anything else?” Mahito inquired further.
“Bring me to her.” Choso snarled. “She needs me.”
“Hello! Good morning!” Your soft voice rang out through the stuffy room. Choso had been sitting in a glass tube for the last however many years. Being trapped coated in silence, deafening silence. The occasional person entering the room, but you were different. Something he looked forward to far more than he should’ve let on. He couldn’t show his appreciation for the times you’ve sat and talked with him and his brothers. Showing sympathy for his situation, a cursed object. A cursed object that nobody was aware could hear everything.
“I’m always happy when I can come down here.” You remarked.
“I feel like nobody at this school understands me. My cursed technique isn’t as good as everyone else. I’m always falling behind.”
You shrugged. “Supposedly this is my driving force, but I’m tired of being used as a doormat. Something less.”
You felt guilty for confiding in something that you didn’t even know could hear you.
“It’s probably futile even talking to you, but it does make me feel better. So thanks.”
You began walking away, and in Choso’s mind he wished he could do anything to help you. Make you feel wanted, but he knew he couldn’t. He was trapped utterly and helpless in this stupid glass tube.
“Did you hear me the first time?” Choso’s eyebrows raised.
Mahito nodded “who’s her?” He glanced over at Jogo looking for an answer but he didn’t know what Choso was talking about.
“The girl. The sorcerer. The one who talks to me? Is this not where I was originally encased?” Choso wasn’t able to know when he was moved any sort of distance, just whether someone was speaking to him and tone of voice. That’s how he knew it was you when you’d come to speak.
“There isn’t anyone like that here.” Mahito remarked. He went into the entire speech of the grand plan he was now a part of.
“I don’t want anything to do with that.” Choso spat still frustrated nobody was leading him to where he needed to be. With you.
“Hey guys.” You sat down with a frown on this day.
“I failed my exams.” You slightly pouted. “I was ridiculed for having a lower score than my classmate who’s an actual idiot.”
Choso could tell your emotions and wanted nothing more than to destroy the people who looked down upon you. Someone who was so sweet, kind, and just someone Choso always looked forward to hearing from.
“Enough about me. I was reading about you. It’s sad why you all are here. If it was up to me I’m sure you aren’t all evil. I’d save you.”
Choso could hear multiple voices approaching from behind one of a very brash girl “(Y/N)! Come on, stop being a total weirdo, we have to go!”
“Sure thing.” You muttered “see you guys later.”
Then the voices stopped.
“Choso if you follow the plan we have laid out I’ll ensure that you find her. Personally.” Mahito tried assuring him.
“Fine, I’ll go along. for now.” Choso mutters following him into the portal to the beach domain.
Once you found out a few of the tubes were stolen your heart sank a bit. No longer being allowed to go down into the room period because of the investigation was even worse. A small part of you hoped that someone took them to reincarnate them. So they could finally be free.
“Are you sure you didn’t take them (Y/N)?” Nobara groaned.
“Yes I’m sure.” You timidly replied.
“Why do I not believe you?”
Nobara and you never got along ever since the first encounter. You being shy, timid, and generally introverted. Her being loud, obnoxious, and a total extrovert really made the dynamic hard.
“You should. As bad as I felt I wouldn’t ever dare do anything like that.” You responded with a bit of malice.
She rolled her eyes and walked off leaving you sitting in silence.
Yuji walked up to you “ignore her. She can be a real bitch sometimes.”
You nodded “thanks Yuji.”
“How much longer.” Choso spat as they were in the middle of playing a card game.
“In due time Choso.” Kenjaku purred, setting down the last card “Uno.”
Mahito threw his cards on the table “shit! How are you so good at this game!?”
Choso was in a daze at this point. Thoughts only consumed with the wellbeing of his brothers and of course, you.
“Are you going to answer me?” Choso sighed.
“In a few days.” Kenjaku responds “Now who’s up for the game of life?”
Mahito clapped excitedly “woooooo!”
Choso just rolled his eyes knowing that he was just going to have to tolerate this for a short while longer.
Later that evening Choso had been laying on the small cot that was provided. Glancing up at the ceiling his mind wandered. He wondered what you looked like. He was sure you were beautiful, he also thought about his brothers. The ones who were sent on a mission. He attempted to remain confident they would win, successfully recovering one of Sukuna’s fingers.
A few days would pass at this point, it was the night Choso had been waiting for. Everything was released and it was utter madness. Choso was forced to stay in the bottom of the train station, but he wanted to be anywhere but. Worried that something might harm you. Choso was also on a side mission to destroy whomever managed to get his two brothers. His heart hadn’t been the same since that day. The weight of him unable to protect them made him sink further into anger and sadness. Once Gojo was sealed Choso had been free to roam above ground. Attempting to run through the disfigured humans watching almost everyone getting attacked, his mind was focused solely on one thing. Finding you. His ears were in tune to recognize your voice, as he didn’t have a clue what you even looked like.
“I knew coming here was a bad idea…” he could hear a familiar voice mumble in the distance. Choso ran towards the source, laying eyes on the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. Adorned in an all black outfit, you were attempting to fight a small cursed spirit. It was definitely kicking your ass. Choso ran up in the middle of the fight, instantly destroying the spirit.
“Are you okay?” Choso ran over.
You looked over feeling quite confused. Someone who appeared human just saved your life.
“Yeah, I am now. Thank you so much.” You bowed as he approached. He walked up to you slowly, extending his hand out, not really knowing what he was doing. It landed on your face. His touch was featherlight and gentle.
“It’s really you.” He mumbled.
You just stood absolutely confused, figuring this was the beginning of the end in your mind. A random man who just saved your life may be the one to end it.
“I’ve been waiting for so long.” He pulled you closer to him, hugging you tightly.
“Waiting for what?” You asked, still completely confused.
“For you.” He whispered.
You were beginning to get really nervous, your body began trembling in fear. You could feel this guy's sheer amount of cursed energy. “I’m not sure if I know you.”
In that moment it dawned on him “I'm sorry. I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Choso.”
Then it dawned on you. The Cursed Womb Death Painting, that’s the name on the tag.
“Choso?” You looked up.
“It’s me.” He smiled.
You hugged him back feeling a lot better knowing that he did indeed escape the glass prison he was kept in.
“I’m glad you are okay.” You whispered. Surprised at how unafraid you were of him.
“I won’t let anyone make you feel less than.” He mumbled.
Even though complete chaos was ensuing around the two of you. It oddly felt like everything was going to be okay.
“Allow me to protect you.” He whispered tears bubbling up in his eyes “I failed to protect my brothers, but at least allow me to do the honors.”
“Choso.” You whispered looking into his eyes. You expected to see nothing behind them, but upon looking in you saw the soul of a man who just wanted to protect the ones he cared about. That was all this was about. Hugging him again tighter than before.
“I’d be happy to have you by my side.”
Choso smiled feeling relief wash over his body “Let’s get out of here. I’m not going to let anything hurt you ever again.”
His hand reached out to grab yours, they were surprisingly soft and gentle. Like he was attempting to hold a piece of expensive glass. He lead you away from the chaos with unwavering dedication. An explosion ringing out from behind once you both were far enough away. “Don’t look back.” He mumbled leading you farther away into the night.
You broke down crying imagining the wreckage, Choso held you in his arms
“It’s going to be okay. Promise.”
A/N: Choso's fights in the anime y'all. YUM. All I have to say for today :3
Choso wakes up and sees blood on the sheets. Are you dying?!
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Light filtered in the bedroom, at the crack of dawn Choso is used to smelling fresh coffee brewing in the shared apartment. He rolled over seeing you still fast asleep; a bit abnormal sure, but he wasn’t going to complain about getting a few extra minutes of cuddling in. Scooting closer to your sleeping form he presses against your back. After a few seconds an interesting smell hits his nose, lifting up the blanket he notices the familiar iron smell.
“Blood?” He whispers to himself leaning closer in to inspect the strange liquid. He gasps, his mind running through every possible scenario. ‘Holy shit, did I accidentally kill her in my sleep? Is something seriously wrong with her? Wait! Is she dying?’ His breathing became quick, doing his best not to completely panic, this was only his first month living with you, surely it would’ve come up at some point; the fact that you were bleeding out constantly. The slow rise and fall of your chest were enough to make him realize that you were in fact not dead. He gently shook you, a groan escaping your lips.
“Doll? Wake up doll.” His motions became quite a bit more frantic until your eyes were wide open with a look of concern.
“Are you doing alright Choso? You look scared.” Oh god did he love your groggy morning voice, but it wasn’t enough this time to soothe his worries about the fact there was blood on the bed.
“Um, are you hurt? I think you should go to the hospital.” He was so worried.
“Cho honey, what are you talking about?” At this point you didn’t feel or notice the blood seeping into the bed.
“There’s blood on the bed. Are you a cursed spirit too?” His voice was so panicked, and innocent. Once you realized what he meant you stopped, looking under the covers.
“I’m so sorry.” You felt instantly embarrassed. His face turned from pure panic to confusion.
“Um, I guess I never thought to tell you about this. I guess I just assumed everyone knew about this.” You nervously rambled.
“Tell me about what?” He was like a young child asking where babies came from, it was pretty adorable.
“Oh, once a month women bleed. It's called a period. Usually, I’m better about keeping it under control. If you want to go out into the living room, I can change the sheets.”
His face looked almost astonished, like you were telling him a huge secret he wasn’t supposed to know about.
“Does it hurt?” He asks gently.
“Yeah, it only lasts for a week though. It's not forever.” Feeling a huge pain in your lower abdomen you managed to mask the internal pain you were feeling. “Now, I’ll just get up and clean then you can rest a little more.”
Choso shook his head sternly, feeling a sense of duty at this moment. He instructed you to stay put while he began running a shower, so you could clean yourself up.
“Cho, you really don’t have to do all this.” You’d never had any of your ex’s react the way he did about something so commonplace in your life.
“I know, I want to. You said it hurts. I don’t want you to hurt.” He mumbled softly guiding you into the bathroom “Let me take care of you doll.” He placed a small kiss on your cheek before closing the bathroom door, then going to change the bloodstained bed. He quickly pulled out his phone, placing a call to his brother Yuji.
“Yuji, did you know that women bleed for a week at a time every month?” Choso asked, highly concerned.
“Well yeah. I guess I forgot to mention that to you before. Why? What did you do this time?” Yuji asked almost suspiciously.
“Nothing, I just have no idea what to do. Please help me.” Choso sounded desperate on the other end of the phone. Yuji just chuckled.
“Bro, I don’t know. I’ve never had a girlfriend before. Google it or something. Gotta go.” Yuji promptly hung up the phone. Choso felt like that conversation was absolutely useless, he just figured out about google a few months ago. He typed in ‘How to help your girlfriend on their period’. A plethora of answers came up, he scrolled before seeing a diagram of what actually happened during that time of the month. His mouth was wide open seeing exactly what women had to go through, shocked at how accustomed you were to it. The fact you seemed to just shrug it off like it was as normal as breathing.
“Cho?” You walked over to him, hair damp wearing one of his oversized t-shirts. You could see his eyes welling up with tears before he immediately pulled you into his arms.
“You go through so much, you are so strong.” He whispers, holding you tightly a few tears slipping from his eyes.
“Did you go on google?” You asked, chuckling at his reaction. He nods slowly, you shake your head, a soft smile on your face. He laid you back down in the bed.
“Doll, I promise I’m going to take such good care of you.” He mumbled. You kissed his cheek softly.
“Just come and cuddle with me alright? That’s what I really want right now.” You patted the space next to you in the bed. He nods laying down next to you.
“Tell me if you need anything doll. I don’t want you lifting a finger until it's over.” He states seriously like it was an order not a suggestion.
“Sure thing Cho.” You snuggled into his warm chest allowing his breathing to lull you back to sleep.
A/N: I love clueless Choso. I would actually love to see his reaction when he discovers search engines for the first time.
Cowboy!choso who decided to join his pretty little girl on the strawberry field. The sun is shining, the birds are happily singing. You can hear him from a mile away — that man is obsessed with you and can't seem to leave you alone when you look this cute in your pink strawberry dress. It's like he gets cuteness aggression when he sees you like this wanting to squeeze you , spreading desperate and loving kisses on your soft skin.
"Baby it's fine really .... you don't have to join me i know you're busy" you say to him
Cowboy!choso shakes his head, his steps growing closer to you "tch ... and miss the opportunity to watch my pretty girl?" He scoff while his lips form a provoking smile. You roll your eyes at his answer , he gives you a warning glare to behave and not act bratty.
cowboy!choso who carries the heavy baskets filled with fresh and delicious berries , he can't lift his eyes away from you. The sweet summer dress that reveals way too much of your thighs to his liking but not because he worries about others starring nah ... choso loves your jiggly thighs , they way you press your thighs together whenever he eats you out , his tongue pressing against your throbbing clit — his tongue moving up and down against your warm hole tasting your for the million time.
Cowboy!choso who got himself horny by his own dirty thoughts about you ... he blames the dress of yours and you're perfect body. He sighs and tries his best to pull himself together, he follows you with the full baskets.
Your boyfriend was quite helpful , helping you carry the baskets full of fresh strawberries — you had so many plans with those strawberries from cakes to drinks to samdwiches the list was long , hia dark eyes travel down to the baskets wondering what you planned with this many strawberries.
For now, you behave — you don't provoke him knowing how this ends , you smile at the evil idea that forms in your head.
you were lost in thought thinking about what cakes to make with those fresh berries , he asked you something but you were too lost tp even hear him by to far into your head filled with excitement to bake and feed your man. That earns you a angry almost pouty choso , he growls your name and chases after you. His pace quickens and his footsteps get closer to you.
Once you realize choso is after you you can't help yourself but walk away , giggling at your own foolish idea to provoke him even more.
All goes south when you bend down , the fabric of your dress slightly lifts, revealing the sweet pink thong that hugs your thick ass with tiny printed strawberries on it. The baskets fell onto the ground as choso steps behind you.
His hard working hands grab after your soft and squishy hips squeezing them till your squeak . His nose close to your skin maybe to close because you feel his hot breath against your skin , his touch melting your heart in seconds the smell of his cologne and sweat turns you on — loving that that hardworking boyfriend of yours.
"What did I tell ya doll?" He says, annoyed, slowly lifting the fabric of your dress with hunger. Choso tries not to moan at the mere feeling of your aoft and warm skin welcoming him for more than just touching. — A harsh slap lands on your ass which has you gasping for air, surprised by the sudden impact.
— you bite your lips enjoying this q domiant and yet angry side way too much. You love when he gets a bit rough with you, playing with you like there's no tomorrow.
Choso pulls at the fabric of the thong, getting impatient, and the waistband snaps back against your skin. You rub the spot and glare at him.
"You dick..." you mutter
Choso smiles dirty "i can't wait to sink this dick deep inside of you"
You ended up laying on the thick green grass , soft and delicate tit's out the sun casting a glowing shine down on you while choso hips snap against yours leaving you crying for his dick , feeling him growing bigger the minute you moan and whisper his name needy. He loves the sight of your tit's jiggling up and down as he fucks you ...claiming you right here on the filed.
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to the point where he would tear himself apart for you. give his own life if it would mean breathing life to you. he adores you, worships you almost feverishly
panting when he kneels before you, pressing gentle kisses to your legs with his eyes closed. almost crying because he’s been waiting all day long for this, for you.
biting his lip as his breath gets caught in his throat, trying to swallow down the tears. he is devoted to you, only you. being allows to have you in such ways overwhelms him each and every time. that you have chosen him
and the way you cling to him, tangled in soft sheets, face pressed into his chest. breathing him in, afraid to let go even if your grip is sinking into his skin, turning the flesh raw, he only pulls you closer to him. begging you to draw blood, show him how badly you want to be here. how close you wish to feel him
the kisses that bruise, bloodied lips that melt together, tasting metal and not knowing whose blood you’re tasting anymore. but neither of you care. mouths open and moaning into each other
the bites he liters against your skin. soft nips at first, until you squirm, mouth agape and pleading with him for more. please just more
and he obliges, sinking his teeth into you as a broken moan courses through your body, tears welling in your eyes as he licks softly at the blood that pools against your skin
no one would understand, and no one needs too. it’s always been him and you.
it’s coming home to him wearing your panties because he’s missed you so dearly, needing to feel something of yours against his skin. before you peel it off of him, already wet from his pre cum. begging for you to touch him, he’s been so good, please please please
of you waiting for him to join you in bed, thighs already slick watching him doing the most mundane tasks. putting away laundry, large broad back bending and pulling. strong arms reaching for hangers as you watch him with low eyes
of him knowing what you need before you do, tucking away the last few socks before a strong hand pulls your thighs apart. latching onto your clit while your whine under him
it’s when you spend the whole day in each others arms, gentle kisses pressed against skin. too warm and much to comfortable for either of you to move. slow days with not a care in the world. only each other
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situationship!choso kamo just doesn’t want to lose you !
non-curse!choso, itadori family, fem reader
situationship!choso thinks you’re way out of his league.
you deserve someone better, someone more polished, someone society would approve more of. maybe a nice man with a clean look, not one covered in inky tattoos and ripped clothing. in his eyes, he’s nothing but awkward and average looking, with strange interests and even more peculiar hobbies.
and you’d hate him for loving you. and you’d hate that some weird guy who you saw as a friend was so in love with you. for sure, you would. choso just knew it.
but you don’t know that. you’ve been close for years; holding hands and sleeping on each others shoulder. you’ve met his family, for christ’s sake. you’ve babysat his brothers with him. you’ve learned recipes from his dad. you’ve watched tv with his grandpa. yet still, no signs of a confession. no signs of wanting a real relationship.
were you doing something wrong? was choso uninterested? was this really just nothing at the end of the day?
it’s another friday at choso’s house; jin is in the kitchen, waiting for the food to finish cooking. grandpa’s asleep. eso and kechizu are out of the house doing something. and sukuna is watching tv and munching on chips while you’re trying to paint choso’s nails black.
your brows furrow in concentration, eyes focused only on his nails. choso’s chestnut eyes melt at the sight of you, so deeply absorbed on him.
yuji runs up to you, fully clad in detective wear. you raise an eyebrow, glancing at choso with a grin. “what’s he up to now?” at only eight years old, yuji has gone through enough phases to require more than the fingers on both of your hands to count.
“he thinks he’s a detective.” choso says flatly.
“madam! madam! is there anything you’ve lost re-sent-ully?” yuji asks, putting on his best imitation of a british accent. you stifle a giggle; choso’s cheeks turn pink.
“hmm, i don’t know…” you put your hand on your chin, pretending to think. “ooh, i know! my phone! detective yuji, can you help me find my phone while i paint your big brother’s nails?” of course, you knew that your phone was on the counter by the front door, but yuji didn’t need to know that.
yuji’s eyes light up. “okay!” with that, he bolts off, running around the house excitedly.
choso’s eyes meet yours. “you’re always giving into his antics.” he tilts his head. “he’s really attached to you, you know.”
“that’s sweet. he’s adorable.” you shoot him an accusing look. “and we both know you spoil him just as much as i do.”
choso doesn’t respond, he knows you’re right. before you can make another comment, yuji comes running over to you with your prized phone in hand. “i found it! i found it!” he exclaims. “it was by the front door!”
“wow, thank you so much, detective yuji!” you pat his head. “you’re so smart!”
in that moment, choso can’t help but think of a day where you’re yuji’s real older sister. you’d always be playing with him and joking with him and yuji would always burst into your shared room with choso unannounced in the mornings just to—
choso’s getting ahead of himself again.
“perfect timing, ‘detective yuji.’” jin interrupts. “dinner’s ready. table, everyone.” sukuna strides towards the table first, while you and choso follow suit.
the dinner table has a warm quiet enveloping it, with the clanking of forks and plates and the scent of food wafting around the table. you usually leave after dinner, so choso always finds some sort of excuse for you to stay longer.
while brainstorming, yuji cuts off his thoughts. “y’know, there’s one more mystery detective yuji has to solve.” he clamps his hands onto the table like a mock professional before pointing at the two of you accusingly. “you both definitely have crushes on each other, so why are neither of you, uh, what’s the word, dating?”
it’s a good thing sukuna’s mouth is stuffed with food right now, because otherwise you would have never heard the end of it. you and choso both turn cherry colored, while jin urges yuji to apologize.
“well, um,” you begin, looking everywhere but choso. “it’s complicated.”
“yeah. that.” choso replies.
“okay, okay, i see.” yuji hums, nodding along. “how about you both say your ree-sun-ings at the same time?” he gives a proud grin. “i learned it from mr. gojo!”
of course it was that gojo bastard. you turn around, tomato colored, and you face choso. “um, well—“
“i thought you didn’t want to date me.”
“i thought you would hate me.”
silence. even sukuna stops munching on his food as you and choso both stare at each other, wide eyed.
“i would never hate you—“
“i would love to date you—“
his chestnut eyes stare deep into yours, before you just laugh. “i guess we totally both misunderstood each other then.”
a sheepish smile breaks on his face, cheeks matching the shade of his raspberry lips. “yeah, i guess.”
situationship!choso, who was never a true situationship in the first place.
