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ಇ sum. desperate for a job, you apply for a babysitting position, only to catch the attention of the extremely handsome single father who hired you. what starts as a simple arrangement between a sweet young babysitter and her employer slowly turns into something that makes it impossible to remember this was ever supposed to be just a job.

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content. dilf!satoru gojo ໒ྀི fem!reader modern au, age gap (early 20s & early 30s), use of y/n, power imbalance, obsessive!gojo (yandere if u squint), reader-insert, she’s so shy. explicit smut!! — unprotected piv, heavy brēēding, daddy kink, mästurbätion, spitting & licking, size kink, pūssy whipped!gojo, sqùïrting, praise, overstimulation, tummy bulge, implied multiple orgs, creampie.

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balancing college life in tokyo wasn’t exactly how you imagined your early twenties…

between lectures, assignments, and your tuition bill every semester, you were realizing that surviving on gas station food and hope wasn’t going to cut it. your scholarship covered some expenses, but not nearly enough.

you needed a job. preferably one that paid more than minimum wage. unfortunately, every part time position you found either had terrible hours or terrible pay.

on one exhausting evening in your dorm room, you sat cross legged on your bed, laptop open, determined to find something.

you sighed, scrolling through listings. cafe jobs, convenience stores, tutoring sessions… nothing was really jumping out at you.

until one post caught your eye.

babysitter needed!

location: residential district, west tokyo.

schedule: daytime hours.

pay: ¥16,000 per day.

requirements: must enjoy children and have patience.

your eyes widened. sixteen thousand yen in one day??? that was more than enough to help with rent, books, groceries… and maybe even let you spoil yourself occasionally.

the location was only twenty minutes from your dorm, situated in one of those upscale neighborhoods filled with elegant homes.

without thinking twice, you clicked. the profile attached to the posting was surprisingly simple. the guardian’s name was satoru gojo. he had three children and no spouse.

a short note:

need someone trustworthy to look after the kids during the day due to my busy work schedule. they’re energetic, but good kids! :D

attached below was a family picture. the man standing behind the children was ridiculously handsome. he had a lean build, snow white hair, and bright cerulean eyes.

he had one arm around a little pink haired boy who was smiling happily at the camera, an orange haired girl who stood proudly with a hand on her hip, and lastly a black haired boy who was just standing there looking annoyed…

you created your profile quickly. you added your age, college information, previous experience helping with younger cousins, and wrote a polite introduction.

about me:

hello! my name is y/n. i’m currently a college student and would love the opportunity to help care for your children. i have experience with younger family members, and i’m responsible, organized, and flexible with scheduling. i look forward to hearing from you.

after proofreading it a couple of times, you finally pressed send.

but after a few hours, nothing came back. you finished assignments, ate dinner, did literally anything to distract yourself and let time pass by.

and still nothing.

you convinced yourself that someone else got the job, probably someone with years of experience. not some broke college student who was just trying to survive tuition.

at the end of the day, you sighed and climbed into bed, your eyes closing as a strange feeling of doubt twisted in your chest.

tomorrow would be another day…

the sound of your phone vibrating woke you up the next morning.

groaning, you reached over and rubbed your sleepy eyes. you sighed, scrolling through your notifications. “ugh, what n—oh!“

1 new message from: satoru gojo

good morning! i read your profile and the kids voted yes after seeing your picture. congratulations, you got the job! i’ll see you tomorrow around 8 a.m. the address is attached below. looking forward to meeting you, y/n. ♡

your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped. you did all that stressing for nothing. you really got the job… you out of everybody! you couldn’t remember the last time you were this excited.

you’re life was finally about to change for the better.

the next morning came way faster than you expected. all of yesterday, you couldn’t stop thinking about how much your life was going to change… to the point where you got up before your alarm even went off.

usually, you’d be walking around in casual lounge clothes like sweats or hoodies. but today, you wanted to make a good first impression. you freshened up and put on an off-the-shoulder long sleeve with foldover leggings. it was cute, simple, and nothing too flashy nor too dull.

you applied your mascara, blush, and lip gloss. after grabbing your bag filled with everything you needed and checking the address for the nth time, you left your dorm and took the train toward the quieter side of the city.

by the time you arrived, you were taken aback by how beautiful his house looked. there were trees and flowers surrounding it everywhere. the whole neighborhood looked wealthy and stunning. it made you realize just how out of place you felt, knowing you were just a broke college student trying not to drown in debt…

you swallowed your nerves. you didn’t want to overthink it. you were already standing at the man’s front door, so you reached over and rang the doorbell.

your heart warmed when you heard little voices shouting from inside. you smiled to yourself. this was going to be a long ass day.

then the door swung open, and your eyes sparkled. standing before you was the man from the picture—except he looked so much better in person.

he was so tall you had to tilt your head back just to look at him. he had broad shoulders, the same shaggy white hair, and wore a periwinkle button-up. his sunglasses hid his eyes, but that didn’t make him any less attractive.

his soft lips curved into a warm grin. “ah, you made it,” he said, his voice was amiable and smooth like butter.

you blinked. “oh! good morning.. mr. gojo.”

“morning, y/n. come on in,” he stepped aside. as you entered, your eyes wandered around the room. it was just as beautiful as the outside. sitting on the couch were two children who were really invested in a cartoon. they both turned their heads the second they heard you walk in.

the orange-haired girl gasped. “you’re so pretty!”

“oooh! really pretty!” the pink-haired boy agreed, nodding frantically.

your eyebrows lifted at the compliment. “aww, thank you!”

satoru smiled and motioned toward them. “y/n, these are yuji and nobara.” they both waved and said hi, tiny feet swinging.

“it’s nice to meet you both,” you greeted with a smile.

“where’s megumi?” satoru asked, glancing at the kids over his sunglasses.

“in bed, i think,” yuji shrugged.

satoru sighed dramatically. “of course he is…” he flashed you an apologetic smile. “excuse me for a second.”

you nodded, watching him head upstairs. “megumiii,” he sang as he opened the bedroom door.

you could hear fabric shuffling, almost like someone was trying to disappear beneath the blankets. “why’re you hiding from the babysitter? that’s not nice.”

a few seconds later, footsteps made their way downstairs. behind satoru stood a little black-haired boy with sharp eyes and an irritated expression.

“and this,” satoru announced, ruffling the boy’s hair, “is megumi.”

megumi groaned, sucking his teeth. “…hi.” he stared at the floor instead of at you.

“hi, megumi.” you greeted him with the same soft, professional smile.

satoru had to leave soon, so he offered to show you around before heading to work. “come on.” you nodded and followed him through the spacious house.

as you walked through each hallway and room, he explained everything you needed to know. thankfully, none of the kids had any allergies. their emergency contacts were on the refrigerator, lunch was around two, dinner was around six, and bedtime was at eight-thirty. only because satoru usually got home around nine, though sometimes earlier if he got lucky.

you listened carefully, mentally storing away every bit of information. it wasn’t overwhelming, but there was definitely a lot to remember.

satoru noticed the thoughtful look on your face and smiled. “i know it sounds like a lot…”

you immediately shook your head. “no, it’s fine. i just want to make sure i remember everything.” you said, laughing softly.

he hummed. the sound alone made your stomach flutter. leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, he tilted his head. “yeah… but a pretty girl like you should have all that figured out already, right?”

your brain completely stopped working. pretty girl… was he… flirting with you? the words caught you so off guard that you almost forgot why you were there in the first place.

you quickly forced yourself back into professional mode. “yes, sir…”

your voice came out much quieter than you’d intended. he noticed immediately. a low chuckle escaped him. “i figured.”

you refused to acknowledge how warm your face suddenly felt. instead, you looked down at your hands, absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers.

“well, that’s everything!” satoru pushed himself off the wall and headed back toward the front entrance. the sounds of cartoons gradually grew louder as the two of you returned to the living room.

he grabbed his keys from the table. “i’m heading out.” yuji, nobara, and megumi all looked away from the television.

“bye, dad!”

“can you bring snacks when you come back… pleaseee?” yuji asked hopefully.

“…i’ll think about it.” unlocking the front door, he looked back at the kids. “bye, munchkins.” then he looked at you. the same playful smile appeared again. “see you tonight, y/n.”

“see you later, mr. gojo.”

his expression twitched slightly at the title, though he decided not to comment on it this time. he walked out, and the front door closed behind him.

after feeding them lunch, dinner, and making sure they all took a bath, it was finally bedtime. they were already tucked beneath their blankets, each of them hugging a different plushie.

“alright, time to go to sleep, babies. goodnight,” you said softly, turning off the lamp that glowed warmly beside the bed.

“goodnight,” nobara and yuji replied, the sleepiness in their voices already apparent. megumi was practically asleep, his lashes resting against his chubby cheeks.

as you turned toward the door, a small voice stopped you. “y/n?”

you looked back to see yuji peeking over his blanket. “yes, yuji?”

he hesitated, his lips forming a little pout. “are you gonna be here tomorrow?”

your heart melted just a little. “if your dad still wants me here, then yeah.” yuji grinned, his little feet wiggling beneath the blanket. “okay!”

“…obviously she’s coming back, dummy,” nobara muttered.

“i know,” yuji replied.

“then go to sleep,” nobara huffed, sounding more irritated by the second.

“you go to sleep,” yuji mumbled back.

nobara cracked one eye open. “i was asleep before you started talking!!”

her raised voice made megumi stir. “both of you need to shut up…” he muttered into his pillow.

you laughed quietly to yourself as the three of them bickered. opening the door, you stepped out and gently closed it behind you with a soft click. then you headed downstairs, back into the living room, and settled comfortably onto the couch.

now that they were in bed, what was there left to do?

you knew you’d be here almost the entire day, so you’d brought your laptop with you. pulling it from your bag, you opened it and clicked on netflix to catch up on one of your favorite shows.

two hours passed, and you heard the door unlock. pausing your show, you looked up to see satoru stepping inside.

he was still in his work clothes, though they weren’t nearly as neat as they had been that morning. his shirt was unbuttoned slightly at the collar, and his hair looked a little messier than the last time you’d seen him. but just because he looked a little exhausted doesn’t mean that he didn’t look good. in fact, he somehow looked more better like this.

his sunglasses now hung from the collar of his shirt, finally allowing you to see those striking blue eyes framed by long white lashes.

when his eyes landed on you, a smile spread across his face. “there she is.”

“…welcome home,” you said, closing your laptop and slipping it back into your bag.

“the kids asleep?” he asked, the sound of his keys falling into the bowl near the door. you nodded. “yes. they went to sleep about two hours ago.”

“perfect,” he praised softly, “wow, you’re amazing.” his words made your heart flutter, but you brushed them off. maybe he’s just naturally charming. he looks like the type to be all friendly and make everyone feel special. besides… he literally looks like a model or a j-pop idol. someone like him probably has women throwing themselves at him all the time. there’s no way he’d be interested in someone like you.

“…it wasn’t that hard,” you admitted honestly. “they were really good today. yuji even asked me if i was gonna be here tomorrow.”

he hummed, eyebrows raised in surprise. “oh really? they must like you then. the last babysitter i hired for them quit the first day,” he said, laughing.

the spacious room filled with both of your laughter. then something seemed to click in his head. “oh… before i forget.”

he grabbed an envelope from the table before walking over and holding it out to you, his tall frame towering above yours. “here’s your payment for today.”

you smiled. the whole reason you were here was finally in your hands. you looked down at the envelope, reading the little “for y/n” written neatly across the front in blue ink. “thank you so much.”

“i should be thanking you,” he replied, plopping down beside you on the couch. his legs spread comfortably, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him.

after a moment of silence, he sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch. “it’s getting late…”

“yeah,” you agreed. “i should probably get going now… before the last trains get too crowded,” you said shyly, grabbing your bag and your phone.

he tilted his head. “do you have to?”

“hm?”

“…i think that it’d be better if you stayed,” he assured quietly. “there’s a guest room upstairs if you want. i’d feel better knowing that you’re here instead of traveling across the city this late at night.”

you blinked. you’d originally planned on heading back to your dorm after receiving your pay, but… the idea of traveling this late did sound exhausting. and this house was comfortable enough that you wouldn’t mind staying. “okay, i’ll stay.”

he grinned. “i was hoping you’d say that. come on, let me show you where it’s at.” he got up, motioning you to follow him. you grabbed your things before trailing after him upstairs.

“so…” he said, glancing back at you. “what’s your favorite color?”

“my favorite color?” you repeated, taken aback by the random question. “yeah,” he said casually. 

you thought about it for a second before answering him. “mmm… baby pink.”

“baby pink…” he repeated thoughtfully, tasting the words like it was something sweet. “i can see that.”

you smiled. “what made you ask that?” 

“i just like getting to know people,” he replied, glancing back at you with an innocent smile. which was true, he genuinely enjoyed learning little things about the people he met. but honestly, there was something about you that made him want to know even more.

once the two of you reached the room, he opened the door for you. inside was a gorgeous guest room. it looked so much better than your dorm room.

“wow… it’s so pretty in here,” you complimented. you stepped inside and carefully set your belongings on the edge of the bed before turning back toward him. “thank you for letting me stay.”

the sincerity in your voice made him smile. “my pleasure.” he yawned before stretching, letting out a quiet sigh of relief that made your body react in a way you didn’t understand.

“but i think it’s time we both got some sleep…” he mumbled, his voice growing sleepy.

“mhm…” he looked at you for a second, then he stepped closer, and before you could acknowledge it, he lifted one hand, fingertips brushing beneath your jawline, tracing along the curve before stopping beneath your chin. your breath caught and your eyes widened.

“sleep well, y/n.” his voice was so warm and soft… suddenly, your legs felt like jelly.

“o-oh… uhm—” you stammered, heat rushing to your face. you wanted to disappear after stuttering in front of a man this fine.

“g-goodnight… mr. gojo,” you mumbled, looking anywhere else in the room because you didn’t know what would happen if you looked into his eyes any longer.

a quiet chuckle escaped him. “mr. gojo again?” his thumb tapped lightly beneath your chin. “you can call me satoru, sweets. don’t have to be so formal…”

“oh… right. goodnight, satoru,” you mumbled. his smile grew wider. “there you go,” he purred.

he let go of your face before giving you a small wave and stepping backward into the hallway. “night.” he said, closing the door with a soft click.

now you were by yourself again. you stood there staring at the closed door, lips slightly parted. your shaky fingers drifted to the spot beneath your jaw before both of your hands flew up to cover your face. “oh my god…”

after a moment, you sat down on the bed and reached for the envelope resting beside your belongings. you opened it and saw that it was twenty thousand yen instead of sixteen thousand.

“…he gave me extra?” you murmured, you guessed that he decided to round it up just for you… but this wouldn’t be the last time that satoru would take care of you.

months later, the room that was once labeled a guest room slowly started to become your own.

it was bigger and far more comfortable than your dorm room, and constantly going back and forth became exhausting. eventually, you found yourself spending more nights here than on campus; and before you knew it, you were more of a live-in nanny than just a babysitter.

the more you stayed, the more satoru learned about you. he became so attentive over you, the fridge began to be filled with your favorite foods and beverages. 

he even renovated your room. he decorated it with soft whites and baby pinks, complete with the cutest vanity you’d ever seen, while still making sure it reflected your interests. figures lined the shelves, and posters from your favorite shows decorated the walls.

he spoiled you sooo much. he’d drive you to class, or anywhere else you wanted to go. if you had an important exam coming up, he’d surprise you with your favorite flowers, a brand-new plushie, and a handwritten note that read: “good luck, sweetie! you got this!!! — toru ♡”

if he overheard you mention your favorite shoujo manga even once… the entire box set would somehow appear in your room the very next day. and whenever you’d wear his favorite little cami and shorts set—the striped one trimmed with delicate lace… he’d add another sixteen thousand to your paycheck.

he really saw a future with you. late at night, when everyone else in the house was asleep, he’d find himself lying awake, jerking off while thinking about you. pumping and squeezing his dick as he’d picture you helping the kids get dressed in the morning, feeding them breakfast, doing nobara’s hair, helping yuji tie his shoes, tucking megumi into bed…

sometimes he’d remember the day he accidentally walked in on you just after you’d stepped out of the shower. water still clinging to your skin, your body wrapped in nothing but a tiny towel. his face would burn all over again. or he’d simply think about how adorably shy you still got whenever he complimented you.

the kids already loved you, and you adored them just as much. not too long ago, yuji called you “mommy” and they all went with it because at this point, you were their mother. there’s nothing that he wanted more than for you to become a permanent part of their family.

one morning, the house was warm with the smell of breakfast. satoru was in the kitchen, casually flipping pancakes. you were curled up on the couch, half-wrapped in a blanket, watching the kids run around in the living room.

then yuji suddenly slowed to a stop. “nobara!” he called. nobara turned around, walking to him. “hm?” he leaned close, cupping his hand over his mouth so only she could hear.

“what?” she whispered.

“don’t you think that we should ask dad for a baby sibling?” he asked.

“why’re you asking me?”

yuji frowned. “cause i don’t know how to ask dad… and i want another sibling to play with.”

nobara rolled her eyes. “it shouldn’t be hard… just go ask him.” yuji winced. “but i’m scared… what if he says no?”

nobara shrugged. “i dunno.” yuji groaned, tiny hands balling into little fists. “but i want a baby! why can’t mommy and daddy give us one right nowww?” but this time, he wasn’t whispering at all.

nobaras eyes widened, and she smacked his arm. “why’re you so loud!?”

“i am?”

“yes!!”

“oh… sorry.”

your entire face warmed instantly. you’re wondering if satoru had hear them. of course he did… you looked at him to see if he was as shocked as you are, just to see him glancing at you. you averted your eyes back to the tv.

“…sit down, you two. breakfast will be ready soon,” he said calmly.

“okay, pa!” yuji chirped. nobara shook her head before walking over and sitting next to you on the couch.

the rest of breakfast carried on normally (surprisingly). everyone ate their food, but you had to wipe yuji’s face because it was sticky with syrup. 

and satoru… satoru was quiet, which is really strange for him. he was eating his breakfast as well, but every now and then, you’d catch him looking your way, and the moment your eyes met, he’d smile to himself before looking away again.

you couldn’t quite figure out why, but for the rest of the day, he stayed busy. so you couldn’t contact him even if you wanted to. you barely exchanged more than a few words with him. 

you couldn’t tell if you were just imagining it, or if he was giving you space after the kids’ accidental comment. normally he’d find some excuse to tease you or ask how your classes were going. not today though.

by the time the kids had eaten dinner, finished their homework, and finally fallen asleep, you figured he was just exhausted from work.

you freshened up and changed into your pajamas before lying on your stomach with one of your books. it was hard not to think about that awkward breakfast incident, but you tried. just as you flipped the page, your phone buzzed.

satoru: you awake?

you: yeah

satoru: come to my room, there’s something that i need from you

it wasn’t unusual for him to ask you questions about the kids, their schedules, or whatever else, but this late at night felt a little odd.

curiosity got the best of you. you slipped a bookmark between the pages, slid on your slippers, and quietly stepped into the hallway, wondering what could possibly be important enough to wait until everyone else was asleep.

the house was so quiet you could hear the soft rustle of your clothes as you walked down the hallway. when you reached satoru’s door, you hesitated for a moment before gently knocking. “satoru…?” you called softly.

from the other side of the door came his familiar voice. “come in.”

you slowly turned the handle and stepped inside. despite living here for months, it was still rare for you to enter satoru’s room. so it felt like the first time every time you walked in.

your eyes widened when you saw him. he was leaning back against the headboard, shirtless, revealing his toned physique. the blankets were draped over his lower half, hiding the rest from view.

“…hi,” you mumbled, lingering near the door, unsure whether you should walk over or stay where you were. he didn’t answer right away. he simply watched you, his gaze fixed on you as though you were the only thing in the room. his eyes were low, carrying an expression you couldn’t quite name.

after a few quiet seconds, he patted the empty spot beside him. “come here,” he said calmly. you did as he asked, making your way across the room before carefully climbing onto the bed beside him.

he looked at you for a moment before smiling. “closerrr…” his teasing tone made you frown in confusion. you scooted a little closer until your hands were nearly brushing.

“so… what is it that y—mm!” before you could finish, he grabbed your jaw, and pulled you into the most messiest kiss ever. and surprisingly, you let him. you kissed him back, hands instinctively going for his broad chest.

his lips were so soft and tender, it was impossible for you to not melt in his hands like putty. after a few seconds, he pulled away and began kissing on your jaw, down to your neck. his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, as if he didn’t want to let go.

“fuck, you smell so good…” he murmured against your neck, inhaling that cozy vanilla and marshmallow scent that you always seem to wear. you let out a small moan when he started to suck on your sweet spot. it’s like he was trying to devour you, and maybe he was. 

between kisses, more and more confessions kept spilling out of his lips. “the kids love you… but i love you more. i swear,” he whispered.

“i… i love you too,” you confessed, lips all swollen and slicked with spit. satoru made quick work to take off your clothes. fingers slipping under your shirt, pulling them off to reveal your pebbled nipples. he groaned at the sight before wrapping his lips around one of your breasts and fondling the other, making you gasp.

“ah!—mmm…” your clit throbbed. you could feel the slick leaking down your thighs as his tongue circled around your nipples. your hand tangled into his frost white hair, pushing him closer into your chest. he spat on your areola, letting it run down your swell breast before licking it up. his hot breath fanned over your sensitive nubs, making you shiver.

when he was done, he pulled away with a pop. leaving your tits all wet and erect. he smirked, rough hands running down your side. “i’ve been thinking about what they said for a while…” he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice as he laid you down, hovering over you.

“the kids said that they want another sibling, pretty girl. as mommy and daddy, we should give them what they want, yeah?” his fingers slipped under your panties, slowly tugging them off.

you shyly avert your gaze before nodding. “yes…” 

he snorted. sigh, you were insufferably adorable. “there’s no need to be shy, baby. i got you.” he murmured, spreading your legs to look at your folds that were glistening with slick, and your cute, puffy clit peeking out. “mm, look at how wet and ready you are...”

he was only wearing his boxers. tugging those down, his dick finally sprung out. your eyes widened. how the hell was that gonna fit in you?! it was the perfect balance between long and girthy, with a pink tip that was glossy from the pearly precum leaking out of it.

he grabbed your hips, biting his bottom lip as he slapped his tip against your clit. you jolted slightly, feeling his shaft glide up and down your slit before pushing inside you. 

“hnngh—! sa-satoru…” your eyes squeezed shut. you could feel his tip push inside you slowly, precum smearing along your walls, forcing them to open up just for him. oh, he loves the sound of his given name on your tongue. loves it even more when you’re moaning it.

“m’ gonna take good care of you, baby. gonna make you feel so nice and full…” he groaned when he felt your cunt suck him in so achingly good. “f.. fuck, sweetheart. how’re you fitting all this inside?” he chuckled breathlessly. there’s barely any space in that little pussy of yours.

warm tears brimmed in your eyes as he started to move. you could feel every inch of him deep inside, dick sliding in and out of your sopping hole. “hurts.. s’ t-too big, toru. too big!”

toru?… you’ve never called him that before. it made his dick throb hard. this was everything to him, like a dream that he didn’t want to wake up from. at first his thrusts were slow and cautious, but now he decided fastened the pace. 

“aw, i know, baby. but you’re taking it so well,” he purred. the bedroom was filled with soft moans and the wet, obscene sound of his heavy sack hitting your ass as he sped up his rhythm. a white frothy ring was already forming on the base of his cock.

your wispy lashes fluttered. his curved shaft digged and punched your cervix to the point where your vision was completely blurred. you reached out to him absentmindedly, unsure for what exactly. 

he raised a brow before chuckling. “wanna hold my hand?” he asked, you nodded and he grabbed your hand, thick fingers lacing with yours. 

“your hands are so small compared to mine…” he murmured, almost to himself. “so cute.”

you got a little too loud when his tip kissed your g-spot, a loud whine escaping from your lips. your grip on his hand tightened, and your legs shook, instinctively wrapping around his waist to keep him pressed inside. 

“shhh… you’re so loud tonight, pretty. don’t wanna wake the kids up, do we?” he teased, voice saccharine. he liked this version of you. that sweet, shy girl was nowhere to be found.

you gasped, shaking your head. you completely forgot all about them. all you could think about is satoru, and how good he is at fucking. “n-no! mmfgh—m’sorry… just feels tooo good..”

he hummed. “yeah?” his other hand rested on your lower stomach, pressing down so he could feel his dick glide and poke from the inside, drawing even more moans from you. “… y’ feel that? deep in your guts, ruining this sweet pussy…”

his eyes flicked down to the creamy mess between your thighs, noticing your neglected clit practically winking at him to touch it—all sensitive and lubricated in slick.

“oh, how could i forget about her?” his hand trailed down, thumb rubbing the puffy nub in fast, burning circles. you yelped. your body tensed up, walls squeezing hard around his shaft. you started to feel an unusual pressure in your stomach, as if you were about to pee…

“t-toruuu! please—wait! feels weird!” you squirm under him, and satoru only presses harder. he wants nothing more than to see you unravel. your toes curl, and your eyes squeeze shut. high, airy moans coming out of your drooling mouth.

then it hits you. your pussy starts gushing everywhere, getting all over your thighs and his abdomen—leaving you dazed and breathless. your body feels light, and your legs are tired, falling from his waist… did you just squirt for the first time?

satoru kept rubbing your clit, licking his lips as more of the juices erupt from you. “…never would’ve guessed that my baby was a squirter,” he said, smirking.

he pulled out just enough to leave the tip inside, then slammed back in, knocking the breath from your lungs. you cried out, overstimulated and exhausted as he kept moving.

“i’ve been wanting to have you like this for so long, y’know…” he breathed out, hips rutting into yours so hard that it sent waves through your body. “to have you all… mmngh—needy and whiny on my dick.”

as you looked up at him, his face was flushed, hair drenched in sweat, and his eyes were heavy as they bored into yours. he was completely gone. the room smelled like sex and vanilla. at this point, you couldn’t form any coherent sentences. just moaning his name and blabbering about how he was “too big” for you. “toruuu…”

“sweetheart,” he whispered, continuing his torturous acts on your womb. “this pussy… it’s mine now, right? i’m the only man who gets to be inside you?” he pushed deeper, lengthy shaft stirring your insides. he was rambling just as much as you were now, completely drunk off of you.

“yes. it’s yours, toru. only yours…” you breathed out, eyes low and glossy.

a smile of feral satisfaction spread on his face. “mmm, good girl.. so perfect for me.” he leaned down, kissing you, tongue swirling around yours. you moaned in his mouth as you kissed him back.

he kissed along your neck—wet and filthy. “damn… m’ already close princess..” he huffed, lips latching onto your shoulder as his pace grew sloppier, stomach tightening. his body locked up, letting out a long, broken moan against your skin as warm, thick ropes of his cum stuffed you full.

you both regained your breath, your chest flushed against his as he put all of his weight on top of you. you thought that it was finally over… until you felt him slowly roll his hips. “s-satoru…! m’ tired.”

“just let me do the rest, baby. m’ not stopping anytime soon.”

you don’t know how long it’s been. satoru came inside you so many times, you lost count after the second round. he flipped you around and bent you into any position he could think of. his stamina was insane, you don’t even know if he’s human anymore… no matter how much he heaved or sweated, he showed no signs of fatigue.

he gutted you like a fish, drilling his cock into you over and over again until you gave him another orgasm… you were convinced that he was trying to give you triplets at this point.

your body was soaked in sweat, and a mixture of you and satoru’s cum coated your inner thighs. your breathing was a wreck, broken little gasps like you’ve forgotten how to breathe completely. every thrust sloshes his cum deeper inside. “m’ so f-full…” you whimpered.

he hummed. “yeah, you are, sweets.” after a while he pulled out, his smirk widened at the sight of the creamy mess coating his dick, and your poor hole clenching around nothing.

“now we wait for that pretty little belly to grow, hm?” he teased, only to be met with silence. his brows lifted slightly as he reached over, gently brushing a few loose strands of hair away from your face.

your eyes were closed, your lashes resting softly against your cheeks, and your breathing was slow and even. a small smile tugged at his lips.

“oh… guess i wore you out.”

your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. it was barely past nine in the morning and you were already regretting not silencing it before your shift. the office did not offer much privacy so every vibration against your thigh made your stomach flip.

morning gorgeous. slept like shit without you.

he attached a mirror selfie. his broad chest filled the frame. you can see his dark happy trail disappeared into low black boxers, and that cocky smirk was aimed straight at the camera.

you typed under the desk: toji. i’m at work.

so? i’m bored and got aaaaalllll day to think about how good you looked riding me last night.

he sent a new photo. his boxers were shoved down. his thick cock rested heavy on his stomach. one big hand wrapped around the base. the veins were prominent. the tip was already shiny with precum.

heat flooded your face. you locked the screen and tried to focus on the spreadsheet. it didn’t work. by ten-thirty he was sending short videos—lazy strokes, low voice murmuring your name, “miss that pretty mouth, baby.”

you lasted until lunch before slipping into the single bathroom. the stall door clicked shut. another photo had arrived while you were walking: toji on his knees on the mattress, ass up, looking back over his shoulder with a wicked grin, scar on his lip pulled tight.

“fuck,” you whispered. your fingers were already under your panties when the next message popped up.

ignoring me? bad girl. gonna punish you when you get home.

with it he sent a close-up of his cock. precum dripped onto the sheets while his fist squeezed the flushed head.

you came fast and quiet, biting your wrist, then cleaned up and went back to your desk on shaky legs. the rest of the afternoon was pure torture. he kept spamming—texts about how bored he was, how he was just chilling, maybe playing games or napping. in your mind he was living that unemployed life he always joked about: cereal for lunch, no schedule, nothing but time to get himself off and send you the evidence.

the photos kept coming. him in the shower, water streaming down his muscular body. a fresh cumshot across his abs, voice note of him groaning your name. by four-thirty your panties were soaked through and your focus was gone.

shift over yet? been thinking about bending you over the second you walk in. got something nice and hard waiting.

he sent a last photo. he was sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide. his cock flushed and heavy in his hand.

hurry up, princess. daddy’s lonely.

you grabbed your bag the second the clock hit five. on the train you finally replied, you’re the worst. what did you even do all day??

nothing much. same old. miss you.

what you didn’t know—what he could never tell you—was that “nothing much” had been a silenced pistol in a warehouse across town, a clean headshot, and a thick envelope of cash now hidden under the floorboard at home.

toji wasn’t unemployed. he just played the part so you would stay soft and safe and none the wiser. he sent nudes instead of explanations, kept you wet and distracted at work, and waited for you to come home smiling, exactly like this.

you smiled at the screen, already wet again at the thought of walking through the door. if only you knew.

note : you were working on a group project with him plus four other people, till you two got assigned to finish the last part together.

masterlist part two here!

you read it on the train, the blur of the city whooshing past. you've been resisting this day, resisting the very idea that touya—dabi, you remind yourself, that's what everyone calls him now, ever since that video came out—probably wouldn't survive.

but it doesn't hurt any less to see the years he was alive stand so impersonally on your phone screen.

you dig the palm of your hand into an eyeball. tears form regardless, hot and fat, spilling down your cheeks and into the soft down of your scarf.

they don't mention that he used to leave out cans of food for the stray cats. he'd stand outside shaking the bag if one of them was late, hands on his hips like a disappointed mom.

there's nothing about how much he liked having his hair played with, that whenever he laid on your chest and you stopped fluffing it, he'd pull back and glare at you until you started again.

nothing about how he used to call you 'love' when he was tipsy, 'my darling' when he was drunk.

not a word about how sore of a loser he was in mario kart, or that he told you once that he'd like to be a really good dad.

"might be cool." you can still remember the sly glance he sent your way. "you know. if the world was different."

⤷ ゛𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂 𝗄𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 ֶָ֢ᐟ (𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽) ˎˊ˗

╰ ˢᵐᵃᵘꜝ

𝖺/𝗇: 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗇🩷

note: chapter came earlier than expected! not proofread

✦ ✦ ✦

"so tell us minne pie, did [Name]...ya' know...have an actual boyfriend n' stuff?" kirishima whispered though there was no reason too.

he, bakugo and mina were all seated quietly in their room, mina stripped of her faux party clothes and stretched across kirishimas bed.

"look ei, i already said she didn't and that im not gonna tell you anything she hasn't told you herself. you can't tempt me to break girl code just because you miss her."

this made kirishima pout, beefy arms crossing over his chest in disappointment, "well than what am i supposed to do! she obviously doesn't trust us anymore, not after whatever happened to her...whatever it was."

bakugo pokes his side, annoyed. "and what makes you think it's our fault, or responsibility to fix it?"

mina interrupts them both, "first of all, yn is perfectly capable of answering all these questions you have herself. secondly if we're really speaking about trust here, isnt it better to be open and transparent instead of going behind someones back and trying to pry secrets out of them that way?"

kirishima cringed in shame, mina was completely right and yet his pride wouldn't let him back down.

"and bakugo stop acting like you don't care enough about the girl to show up for her and at least wonder." she continued, very annoyed that this is what the men had called her over for. it was a complete waste of time.

"im just saying its not our fault she lost trust in us, she told us herself none of this had anything to do with us. " bakugo snapped, matching eijrous arms.

mina sprang up from the bed, "ugh, you're missing the point! god, im done here, if you want real answers, try to be a real friend and ask her yourself." kirishima didn't stop the woman from leaving and sat in silence with the other man.

bakugos forehead was a slightly tinted red, he was mad, or at the very least annoyed at what just happened. "minas right, babe. i mean, we don't even know what boy troubles mean for her. what if was a crazy ex? or a metaphor for a shit friend or father who knows? there are thousands of possibilities that we don't necessarily have a right to know."

bakugo sighed deeply and looked at the redhead. "but...?"

"but..shes still our friend, and friends take care of each other, just like you and me!"

bakugo scowled, "oh because that's what we are huh? friends?"

kirishima frowned, "what? no kat, you know i didn't mean it like that..."

bakugos heart twinged, he knew he hadn't but hed said it on purpose to rile himself up. uncomfortable with the idea of kirishima caring for you that way, plausible or not.

"did i? because ever since [Name] came back you've been awful keen on trying to "help" and "fix" whatever the fuck happened to her. "

"katsuki.."kirishima trailed.

"no don't katsuki me, its true! you've been babying the girl and she isn't even here!"

"are you horny?" kirishima stares, half lidded eyes trailing up his chest.

"—and–I—what?" katsuki flinches, taken aback. "what the fuck kinda question is that?"

"are you? it's a simple yes or no."

"genuinely what does that have to do with what were talking about." bakugo deadpans and fights the heat crawling up his chest and in between his legs.

"i know we haven't done anything in a while...you know how busy it's been with school and sports and now [Name] who we just got back finally!—"

"see and there you go again! im sure shes fuckin fine, you're worrying isn't going to make her get closer sooner-"

"so you admit you want her closer?" kirishima is full on grinning now. warm, ridiculously large palms engulfing bakugos thighs.

"thats not what i said—!"

kirishima cuts him off by kissing him, tongue slipping between his lips and on the roof of his mouth.

bakugo melts like putty, holding onto the man in a heated embrace.

they both pull away, a string of saliva connecting their lips, "you're right babe, i'm too worried about her, right now, i think we should focus on you hm?"

bakugo, beet red and bothered couldnt have agreeded more.

✦ ✦

thankfully you make it back home in one piece, surprisingly mina was home already. something about the party getting cancelled and men and their decision making.

you on the other hand felt wonderfully relieved, sero had immediately been happy you were back, denki too, kirishima was simply relieved to hear from you and bakugo wasn't nearly as mad as you'd thought he'd be. especially considering how adamant you were on avoiding him.

things were finally looking up.

your phone buzzed, pulling your attention out of your mind.

it was from the group chat.

han-ture 🥸 okay! since were all back to our regular scheduled program, how bout we meet up at the usual spot a week from tomorrow and finally hang out again! i have the supplements of course just show up 🙂‍↕️ 7-8pm maybe? 🤔

narination (DNI) 🫩 ouuu yes pleaseeee, ive been dyinggg to get high again 😵

han-ture 🥸 dude we literally smoked today...

narination (DNI) 🫩 babe, we all know thats not the same...

katsuki Sure I'm down.

ejiro pipskweaka 🥹 YOU'RE DOWN!????!!

katsuki yeah

katsuki dont make me change my fucking mind

narination (DNI) 🫩 damn usually we have to beg him to even show up, and thats only if kiri even decides to go...

ejiro pipskweaka 🥹 well, this time were ALL going...

ejiro pipskweaka 🥹 right [Name]...?

you paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to think of a response. this wasnt even hard and yet your hands were shaking. when had you become so awkward with them?

you'd never changed their contact names. it really hadnt even been that long really and yet you still felt uncomfortable. like this was new, and it kinda of was. the last time you'd hung out with them you cried, you werent even sure if you wanted to brave the humiliation again.

if there was one thing clear you'd learned about last time was that bakugo was NOT interested in you, at least not in that way.

and clearly the boys had been busy whilst you were gone, you still followed their social media, kirishima had just won a tournament for the rugby team, sero was probably going to be the next elvis presley at the rate he was playing. katsuki scored perfectly on nearly all his exams and kaminari was quite literally 100 followers away from hitting 13k on his streaming channel.

there'd be so much to talk about, so much to catch up on, you didn't want to spoil the mood again especially with boring shit that had happened in your past few months which mostly consisted of you avoiding them and feeling sorry for yourself.

but this was your only chance, your only option in getting them back, you had to take it no matter what.

right, ill be there! :you

ejiro pipskweaka 🥹 YOOOO LETS GOOO

narination (DNI) 🫩 FUCKING SCOREEEE

han-ture🥸 cool! well see you there.

you chuckled then smiled softly at the responses, youd be lying if you said the enthusiastism didn't make you feel better about the whole thing.

bakugo noticeably didnt respond. but you hoped the group setting would get him to feel comfortable around you, like before. or maybe not like before, considering all that had happened anyways.

either way you were ready, no matter what happened. or at least you hoped you were.

✦ ✦

you found midoriya bright and early the next morning, waiting for you at the door. you greeted each other breifly before moving into the classroom where your professor was standing.

"alright now, class, presentations start in 2 minutes, take some time to go over final touches, we'll begin at 8:15."

you and izuku did a quick one over of the slides and began quickly. fortunately the man could talk for days and fill in when needed so your part only took up about 40% of the presentation, which you expected.

you high-fived after you were done, that was one thing off your shoulders and one less thing to worry about.

the relief was short lived however. cali blonde hair permeated your eyesight as you walked towards the door, izuku in quick steps behind you.

"deku." bakugo nodded at him as he walked by.

"kacchan." izuku waved, glancing at you with the sort of expression that made you think this entire interaction was sure to go poorly.

"uhm–" you tried to start.

"im–" he paused, waiting for you to finish.

you cleared your throat. "no you go ahead."

bakugo sniffed, glancing at your figure. "oh no don't start that awkward shit. just ask what the fuck you want to ask."

"i uhm—what are you doing here? i thought we weren't meeting until friday?" you peeped, face warm.

bakugo had that sort of effect on you, the kind that made you sweaty under your arms and legs wobbly. you felt clumsy under his gaze.

"what, now you're only exclusive to a group chat?" bakugo sounded offended with every word he uttered. weather the offense was true or not you couldn't tell. though you never could with him.

"no I just-Im' surprised that's all."

bakugo hummed. "didn't know you and deku were friends."

"oh, yeah? we share a few classes together i guess. same major n all, education and stuff." you trailed off pathetically.

the both of you said nothing after that, the silence palpable. bakugo made no move to relieve you of the tension.

you shifted, avoiding eye contact with the man. seriously what the fuck was he doing here? his initiative to search for you couldn't have been for no reason, right? you weren't sure you wanted to find out.

"well, i have a class, so ill see you around." you couldn't even make it past his shoulders before he grasped your wrist.

"fuck-wait, I uhm. you should come with me and the guys, tomorrow. there's this party at some frat house—anyway, be there."

it was strange to see the man fumble with his words so uncomfortably. you ignored where the discomfort could have came from and instead his words.

it had you wondering...

"why didn't you just text me? was there some special reason you needed to see me?"

bakugo scowled at you, "christ [Name] does there need to be a special reason to talk to you or something, it's not that fuckin' deep."

ouch. ok. he was right, and there was truly nothing offensive about the words, but it still hurt for some reason. coming from him especially.

bakugo seemed to notice your expression and quickly tried to backtrack but you stopped him.

you didn't need to make it a thing, it was just a party, it was just bakugo.

"okay i'll be there, but i'll pass on the walk though, thanks." you couldn't even imagine what it would be like to actually walk the 10 minutes it took just to get to your next class with him.

plus you didn't trust yourself not to overthink and internally sob over the fact he'd said "it's not that deep." like he was saying everything you did was made more serious than it needed to be. which to be fair wasprobably true.

bakugo didn't fight yog to stay and you strided away to class.

god you seriously to find easier people to crush on.

suddenly a flash of red came to mind. fuck why did your brain do that all the time? everytime bakugo seemed to reject you, you liked to delude yourself with the idea of kirishima. kirishima and his soft sweet smile. kirishima and his arms of steel. kirishima and —fuck!

"[Name], will you please just shut the fuck up?" you growled to yourself, slapping two hands on your cheeks.

"what'd you just call me?" a voice sounded in your ear, causing a sharp turn of your head to find purple streaked eyes staring at you.

"huh? oh no I wasn't—I was talking to myself–that wasn't—"

the man in question grinned and cut you off. "m' teasing pretty. you're [Name] right?"

you blinked, choosing to ignore the petname in favor of your dignity and instead answer him cautiously.

"yes that's me, why?"

"i'm shinsou, we share english together."

you flushed at his words, embarrassed at your own defensiveness. "oh..sorry i guess i never caught your name..shinsou."

the man only grinned harder, a sly sort of smile etched on his face.

"thats ok, m' not very loud about myself anyway."

you nodded at that, clearing your throat. "got it..well..uhm shinsou, what can i help you with?"

shinsou paused for a moment before rembering why he'd gotten the courage to go up to you in the first place. "right well, i think you're pretty. and i promise i won't disappoint you if you let me take you out on a date sometime."

your heart jerked awake that was not what you were expecting in the slightest. though you weren't exactly opposed to it.

you would be lying if you said you didn't find shinsou attractive, he sort of reminded you of sero. they both had that same easy going sneaky sort of vibe that hypnotized you.

but even still this was a bit out of the blue considering you'd never even seen the man before today.

shinsou filled the silence for you both. "it's no pressure, theres this party tomorrow though, i'm sure you've heard—if you want I could catch your number and pick you up? leave early if its lame?"

maybe it's because you were still a little heartbroken still.

maybe it's because you were slightly excited at his insinuations

or maybe it's because this whole ordeal with your friends felt like one big joke, like the most effective solution to getting over a man, was simply getting under another one.

you took his phone into your hands.

✦ ✦

bakugo had fucked up, he knew he had the moment you declined his offer to walk with him and now he was facing the consequences for it.

" you WHAT!?" sero blanched, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"i mean—i didn't mean it exactly like that, i just meant she didn't need to act so fucking awkward around me, like we don't know each other or somethin'."

sero pinched the bridge of his nose on the other side of the phone, he knew his friend was bad at communicating, just not THIS bad.

"good fucking grief, remind me to never send you on a trip to soothe somebody again. hey kam! kami come here, let me tell you what this asshole katsuki did!" sero yelled, putting the phone down so it was facing the ceiling.

"what the fuck? how was i supposed to know it was a mission to soothe? all you told me was to ask her if she wanted to come, and she said yes anyways so what's the big fucking deal." bakugo sneered.

but kaminari was already in the room listening to the brunette moan about his supposed failures.

oh hell no, two could play that game.

"kirishima get your ass over here!" he yelled, prompting sero to pause his rather dramatic retelling of what happened and pick the phone back up.

"dude could you stop being a dick for like 2 fucking seconds please, of course you called mom, pussy!" sero glowered.

now it was a full blown disaster, as usual, both of them refusing to back down unltill kirishima and denki were pretty much threatening them into silence.

"jesus christ, you'd think you would have fucked each other by now the way you two argue." kaminari breathed.

bakugo spoke up again, "okay shit for brains please don't start with that shit again—"

"whaaaaaattt, i'm just sayingg–" kaminari smiled into the camera, a little too gleefully.

"alright well you've said enough, i'm done here. if you have an update text me." bakugo hung up the phone before the men could say anything more.

denki was always like that, flirty, sly, faux innocence that made his gut churn with guilt. he got it from his boyfriend he suspected, though katsuki wasnt entirely sure they were dating. eitherway his little comments and touches were infuriating.

despite the his best efforts to keep his—whatever it was—at bay, the man made it increasingly difficult to do so. the memory of denki at a different party, back in highschool, burned in his mind.

that's why they needed you back. you made it easier to be around him, it gave bakugo something to focus on. you, were very easy to focus on.

bakugo sighed, leaning back against the couch. kirishima slipped under his arms, "did you really say that to her? that it wasn't that serious?" his voice was gentle when he said it.

bakugo looked down at the mans red perfect eyes, and only felt worse.

"yeah. but it's not like i meant it like that." his voice was gruff when he said it, thumbs red frok being knawed on so much.

kirishima, eversweet took his palms into his hands. "i know, so why'd you say it?"

katuski couldnt look him in the eyes. "i just—i don't know how to talk to her anymore, i mean if were being honest, she clearly hates me or something. or hated, at least, i don't fucking know."

kirishima eyes shot wide,"what makes you say that?"

the blonde almost didn't answer. "it's just–it's stupid."

kirishima frowned, a scolding expression on his face. "katsuki."

"what." he mumbled, eyes cast away.

kirishima took that a que to scoop up his face into his palms and force him to look at him. "katsuki." he said again

they'd had conversations like this before. ones that involved only open and honest answers that bakugo constantly struggled to give.

but bakugo knew him. loved him. no weird hormonal feelings could change that.

"when she was, gone or whatever." he cleared his throat.

kirishima nodded, a satisfied look on his face.

"when i tried to look for her, it was like i killed her or something. she would avoid me in places i didnt even realize i saw her at."

kirishima cocked his head, and action that would have been cute if not for the situation. "yeah but...she did that to everyone."

bakugo huffed, "yeah but like, it was like different. like this one time, i found her in the library and she fucking flinched when she saw me. like i was about to hurt her or somethin'."

the words felt like needles on his tounge, periced with none of the safety equipment needed to ensure the least amount of pain.

kirishima said nothing for the moment, panic flaring in bakugos chest. "eijiro– i"

"you don't need to explain yourself. i know, you would never so something like that. it just...is shocking thats all. it makes me wonder.."

"wonder what?" he tried not to sound alarmed but he knew the red could hear it in the shakyness of his voice.

"if you, were the reason..." kirishima trailed off, seeming more and more sure of whatever idea was conjuring up in his mind.

"reason for what? that she ghosted us and decided she didn't care about her friends anymore? yeah i just said that–"

"no you idiot, a different reason. think about what [Name] said.."boy troubles"? i mean come on, what else could that be?" kirishimas looked relieved, a complete opposite to how bakugo felt.

"i don't fucking know, that she had a crush on someone and it didn't work out?" bakugo said it out of stupidity. the idea wasnt even feasible.

"exactly!" kirishima exclaimed brightly.

"so w-what are you getting at. that—that it was me? ejiro you must be joking.."

the redhead had never looked more serious.

"oh im serious alright. and i know it's true, ill prove it to you."

✦ ✦ ✦

you read it on the train, the blur of the city whooshing past. you've been resisting this day, resisting the very idea that touya—dabi, you remind yourself, that's what everyone calls him now, ever since that video came out—probably wouldn't survive.

but it doesn't hurt any less to see the years he was alive stand so impersonally on your phone screen.

you dig the palm of your hand into an eyeball. tears form regardless, hot and fat, spilling down your cheeks and into the soft down of your scarf.

they don't mention that he used to leave out cans of food for the stray cats. he'd stand outside shaking the bag if one of them was late, hands on his hips like a disappointed mom.

there's nothing about how much he liked having his hair played with, that whenever he laid on your chest and you stopped fluffing it, he'd pull back and glare at you until you started again.

nothing about how he used to call you 'love' when he was tipsy, 'my darling' when he was drunk.

not a word about how sore of a loser he was in mario kart, or that he told you once that he'd like to be a really good dad.

"might be cool." you can still remember the sly glance he sent your way. "you know. if the world was different."

prohero!bakugou x singer!reader who were past lovers that broke up because reader almost died from being targetted by a group of villains who had a grudge against bakugou.

prohero!bakugou x singer!reader who haven’t spoken to each other in months, only getting updates about one another from friends or social media posts.

prohero!bakugou who can’t listen to any of your music, can’t even listen to you speaking without getting frustrated—the pain in his chest so unbearable he would leave the room or turn off the tv, feeling like stacks and stacks of bricks were places on his shoulders.

singer!reader who can’t watch his interviews for too long, can’t stare at social media posts about him for too long, because the sight of him brings tears to her eyes. a harsh and heavy lump in her throat that she desperately tries to get rid off, chest heaving with every breath as she tries to blink away the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

years pass by, and singer!reader gets invited to a pro-hero event. she accepts hesitantly, with one condition. she’ll only be there for one song. the organizers agreed, but they have a condition of their own.

“sing sienna.”

your newest single about bakugou.

your newest single that got leaked.

… you agree.

prohero!bakugou x singer!reader who lock eyes multiple times.

would look just like you

prohero!bakugou who feels his eyes sting.

with a temper like you

singer!reader who tries her best to stay stable, stay focused.

run around like you

prohero!bakugou who wants to run away, to kill whoever fucking planned this; prohero!bakugou who wants to run to you, to comfort and embrace you with his warmth. but he can’t.

jumping in the pool, like you

singer!reader whose voice wobbles slightly, tears falling down her cheeks.

sing to all her pets, in the way i did

prohero!bakugou x singer!reader who make eye contact once more. this time, no one looks away.

be sensitive, like you

roommate katsuki! who is the star player on the college basketball team…and the guy you also happen to share an apartment with.

roommate katsuki! who didn’t speak to you for the first couple of weeks except for an occasional ‘hey’ when you bump into each other late at night.

roommate katsuki! who steals your plush blanket from the couch, claiming it’s more comfortable to sleep with at night.

roommate katsuki! who starts waiting up for you every night, playing it off as watching game film or studying plays.

roommate katsuki! who gets a little too superstitious when one of his teammates come over and make it a point to speak with you. (or look, for that matter)

roommate katsuki! who has an insane attraction to you, but keeps it to himself in fear of making things awkward between you two.

roommate katsuki! who lied and told you he had someone coming over just for your reaction. only to be pissed off entirely when you don’t come home at all.

roommate katsuki! who insists on you coming to his next game. leaving you his away jersey to wear, name plastered in big, bold font across the back. letting everyone know who exactly gave it to you.

roommate katsuki! who would never admit he cares, but somehow your favorite food and drinks appear at your bedroom door after a rough day at work. “wonder what idiot did that.” he grumbles when confronted about where they came from.

roommate katsuki! who purposely leaves things in your room just for a reason to come back. whether it’s his charger, laptop, or even something such as his underwear he “accidentally” dropped while putting away your laundry.

roommate katsuki! who starts showing up after your shift at the campus cafe to bring you home. …just in case any of the dumbasses around get ideas and mistake you for theirs instead of his.

roommate katsuki! who walks in on you showering one night and doesn’t leave right away, eyes scanning over every crevice of your skin, even ones you can’t see yourself, before finally leaving with a small huff of “fuck. my bad.” and quickly slamming the door shut.

roommate katsuki! who spends days on end replaying the image of you in the shower, burned into the back of his brain. leaving no room for thoughts of basketball, classes, or anything else.

roommate katsuki! who finally loses all composure when he comes home late one night, completely and utterly exhausted from the day he’s had. only to find you in nothing but a small t-shirt and your very tight, very thin underwear.

roommate katsuki! who takes you right there. months of lingering tension finally easing with every snap of his hips. messy. filthy. but oh, such sweet things whispered into your ear.

roommate katsuki! who can’t get enough of you after that. every chance he gets, he’s touching you. kissing you. making love to you.

roommate katsuki! who sure as hell doesn’t remember why you ever had separate bedrooms in the first place.

bakugou is only drinking because you’re on holiday right now with your girls. without you around, his whole routine has gone out of whack. no visiting you after work or picking you up from your writing class. no lounging on your sofa as he cooks you fancy pasta in your tiny kitchen with your roommate next door. he saves some for her also.

bakugou feels like a train run off the tracks, a zombie in his body, all the colours in his world have fallen flat.

so he’s taken to one of the most popular vices, alcohol with his buddies. his buddies aren’t helping. kaminari doesn’t know how to please this new girl he’s seeing and kirishima thinks he’s suitable to give advice. the third beer bakugou has downed makes them less annoying. just a smidge.

bakugou leans his head on the back of kirishima’s sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. his beer fisted on his knee. you’re probably leaving the beach now, in that pretty striped bikini you snapped a photo of a few hours ago. you said you were going to sunbathe, eat snacks, listen to music and read your book. group solo time you said. he wishes he was with you now.

“and i know she’s going to leave me for it,” kaminari whines into his palms, “b-but i tell her that i can keep going but she says no she’s fine. i think she finds it awkward because i just came and she hasn’t.”

kirishima knocks his empty can on his coffee table. it’s surprising he’s even got one in his only basic necessities needed bachelor pad.

“you don’t finger her at the beginning? eat her out? girls love that.”

bakugou looks at his phone. no notifications from you. he huffs.

“why are you huffing and not helping me! i’m crying for help here!” kaminari moans, then burps right after. bakugou winces. “i do all the foreplay! she doesn’t come during that either!”

bakugou entertains him. he swings his head on the sofa to look at one of his longest friends. “the fuck are you doin’ if she’s not comin’ when you’re eatin’ her?”

even though kaminari asked him, he and kirishima turn to look at bakugou with these slow drunken blinks.

“hah? what?”

“what do you know about….” kaminari starts.

kirishima leans forward to his best friend, truly interested in his answer, “sexually pleasing women?”

“what are you two idiots on? obviously i know.” though bakugou flushes red at the topic.

sure he’s not the most experienced in womenkind but he is in one. he knows what you like.

“wait how—,” kirishima starts but kaminari cuts in with desperation neither men have seen before.

“kacchan how!” he cries, hands clasped together and shaking in bakugou’s face. “how do i make my lady orgasm?”

bakugou’s quick to push kaminari away, having him fly to the other side of the sofa but still, he looks to him for answers with eager eyes.

“get the hell off me!” bakugou says then remembers to check his phone. still no text from you. not even an update on the sunset on the beach? a selfie? damn. he shuts his device and looks to his friends. “the problem is you idiots callin’ it foreplay. touchin’ her is sex.”

“kacchan!” he urges.

“fuck! i usually eat her out and when she’s close, i add in my fingers. shit has her comin’ down my wrist on command.” bakugou blurts like the words were dragged out of his throat. then his blush deepens. he takes a swig of his beer.

kaminari’s mouth gapes open, “what the fuck? tell me HOW. in DETAIL!”

“who?” kirishima asks, tilting his chair to look at bakugou properly. “why didn’t you tell your brothers you had a girlfriend?”

“none of your fuckin’ business.”

“i bet you told deku!”

“fuck off about deku…,” then bakugou sighs. no notifications, “i met her through round face. she told him.”

“guys we’re going off topic. tell me how kacchan.” kaminari asks, about to crawl into bakugou’s lap.

bakugou shrugs. large motions all huffy and dramatic.

“it’s f-fuckin’ instinctual,” bakugou rubs his eyes. alcohol and thinking about your pussy around his friends. this wasn’t how he was expecting his evening to go. “i just suck and lick at her clit. i’m loud and messy with it… she likes that. stick my tongue in her, kiss her thighs. i dunno i just do everythin’. then when she’s about to come, she gets all grabby at my hair, pushin’ my head into her so i finger her. she explodes with these cute ass squeals.”

“shit, man,” from kirishima.

“damn kacchan… feel like i needa be making notes.” kaminari inches towards bakugou and bakugou grunts, spreading his legs to get comfortable. “but wait, before that, what happens? and what’s the technique when you give head? a—and your fingers—,”

it’s the alcohol that makes bakugou really consider his questions. thinking about you softens him, gets him warm and fuzzy inside.

“my woman told me that foreplay starts in the mornin’. she likes when i kiss her awake and sweet talk her. cute texts during the day. cookin’ for her and havin’ a plan for the evenin’ even if it’s watchin’ a movie. means when we start makin’ out on the sofa she’s climbin’ all over me, grindin and feelin’ for my dick.”

bakugou looks his friends up and down. “i don’t do all that to get my dick wet though. i do it ‘cause i like seein’ her happy.” then after frowning, “i do like eatin’ her pussy. i miss her.”

kirishima feels the urge to open hinge and messaging his matches. he wants whatever his best friend has.

“where is she?”

“on holiday with her friends.”

“why didn’t you go?”

“i said with her fuckin’ friends. i’m not her friend. why would i be there?” he snaps.

kirishima shrugs. “can we see a photo? what’s she look like?”

bakugou can do that. he goes into his photo gallery. he’s got so many photos of you to choose from.

“do you alternate between small licks and big licks? and your fingers, what’s the motion?”

bakugou rolls his lips in pondering, “big one at the start just to taste everythin’. then small licks on her clit. whatever gets her moanin’ loud.” he lazily flicks through selfies of you, “i curl my fingers inside her. brush against her insides.”

“and—,”

“this her.” bakugou thrusts his phone in his friends faces.

it’s a selfie you took yesterday on a boat in your striped bikini. the sun beams down on you beautifully, making you glow while the sea is bright blue behind you. you’re smiling, squinting slightly from the sun.

“don’t look too goddamn hard!” he barks once two heads duck closer to his phone.

“what’s her name? she’s gorgeous?”

“oh wow!”

bakugou doesn’t have a chance to answer when his phone is overcome from a phone call, showing your first name and last name.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” bakugou whips up from his seat, “she hasn’t called all day. i’m goin’ into your bedroom. don’t wait up for me.”

bakugou storms into kaminari’s bedroom, answering the phone in haste, “baby, finally. i’ve been waitin’ for you to call… no, i’m not drunk…. just a lil.”

once the bedroom door clicks shut, kirishima sighs, “i’m gonna get back on hinge… actuslly maybe ochako has some friends for me?”

synopsis :: dating sukuna was never easy, it’s a good thing it’s manwhore of a best friend came with him, right? (+18).

art :: @/thatsallitchief, @/su2kuna . dividers :: @/cafekitsuna .

1.8k words.

dating sukuna always came with toji. you didn't sign up for it, but everybody knew they were a deal, if you tolerated one of them, you instantly had to tolerate the other.

and you'd found yourself tangled in sukuna's life and his sheets—and you knew that came with toji loitering around the two of you constantly. you were always barely given time to breathe, with sukuna fucking you into a mattress, and toji walking straight into the room right after, rolling your naked body up in the blanket and carrying you away.

it was normal, you told yourself. it was normal, the way he was so used to seeing you naked, the way he kissed your neck when he thought sukuna wasn't looking and the way his hands always found their way between your thighs while the three of you binged movies on their shitty couch.

toji :: @yxluana, @liahcharms, @historia200, @megumiswifeyily, @applelite, @chososad, @suganoms, @kingjuliancypher, @luoodle, @randomfangirlof

| warnings: toxic! themes, toxic! reader, angst w a happy ending (for us), past relationships!, still hung up w our ex, (or basically we do our boyfriend dirty for katsuki)

relationships weren’t easy.

whomever claimed they could be, was a giant ass liar. and you hated them for that.

mainly because it was something you had to find out the hard way.

katsuki bakugo was everything.

right off the bat, you were infatuated with him, as much as you hated his guts. he was cold and rude, arrogant and hot tempered. then he would let his facial features steady, and he was the most attractive man you had ever seen.

you had known he was a famous pro hero when you met him as an intern, intentionally so. working your ass off to where you got accepted to be placed at his agency.

your plan started off small, you would find little things to send him off the edge so he would yell at you, face turning red. pulling immature pranks on him, giving him random nicknames, facetiming him while he was training and just ragebaiting.

and you were right were you wanted to be.

eventually, katsuki had found himself content in your presence. built an entire routine around it actually.

he would be actively looking for you when he had the off days in his agency. he remembered your favorite coffee and sandwich order, leaving it on your desk every morning. he would take your recommendations seriously, providing an update on his experience the next day. he would only answer your calls on a patrol run.

he liked the chase, he liked you. he wanted you.

and when katsuki wanted something, he was gonna get it.

so that led you to dating for a steady year, things falling into place. but dating katsuki bakugo proved to be…difficult.

he would come home at random times due to his demanding shifts. or he would forget date nights, having to pick you up while you sat in the restaurant for hours, by yourself and fuming. you would fight so much because he was so emotionally closed off, it was like talking to a brick wall, and also having someone on top throwing hard bricks at you.

but you loved him, you didn’t want to call it quits, you wanted to fight.

katsuki didn’t though. he was tired, the entire world was on his shoulders and he just couldn’t spare any stamina.

“you wanna leave? then go!” he would scream after another argument. “i ain’t stopping’ you. you knew what you were gettin’ into when you got with me.”

you ran a frustrated hand through your hair, tired of the never ending loop of topics. “why is that your go to response, katsuki?! i just want you to open up!”

katsuki chuckled harshly, gripping the edge of your marble island in your shared kitchen. “baby, you’re gonna be waitin’ a while for that. look i’ve had a long day, you comin’ to bed or wha?”

that was it.

the moment you knew you couldn’t fix him or open him up. that was him, and that’s how he will always be. you knew you would always love katsuki, and that’s why it took all of your strength to walk out of your apartment and not look back.

♡

it had been a year since that fight. the ending of your relationship. and the last time you had seen katsuki.

you were now in a new relationship, new apartment, and lastly, a new career far away from your ex.

to add fuel to the fire, as if some cruel joke, you had built a similar wall up around yourself that you had once blamed your ex for doing

playing dumb, you’d like to think you gained control over the situation. like you were over him and didn’t want him back. but you’d be lying.

and the cracks were starting to show in your new relationship.

he was a nice guy, you had met him through mutual friends and bonded over a couple of drinks. it wasn’t magnetic or infatuation like katsuki. but you felt some shift in your heart when you had met so you took it as a fresh start and pursued it.

it wasn’t fair, being with him while still mourning your past relationship. wishing it was katsuki giving you all of this instead. it was fucked up, you knew it and yet you couldn’t accept the shame.

it kept you going, checking his silent social media. constantly checking your feed to make sure he wasn’t in a new relationship. again, fucked up, you knew it. your finger hovering over his contact that you never blocked, but you couldn’t feel the courage to press ‘call’.

it got worse over the last couple of weeks though.

you were cooking dinner as your boyfriend was flipping through channels on your tv, back turned. but a sudden change in the mood caused you to almost drop your utensil.

“pro hero, dynamight was on the scene very quickly and managed to save all of the hostages while single-handedly knocking the villain unconscious. thanks to him, these innocent victims will be returning to their families tonight…what would we do without him?” the news report sent a flutter in your chest. you were thinking about him previously, but to hear about him through the voice of another was different.

your boyfriend noticed your still demeanor with a grim expression, quickly changing the channel to a random show. he tried to change the subject but it didn’t matter, katsuki was the only thing on your mind.

“babe, this looks great.” your boyfriend compliments your cooking as you serve him with a soft smile.

you never liked him using pet names for you, even when they were the most basic ones. you only wanted one person to call you those endearing words. but you never said anything.

“still weird hearing about him?” he blurts out, you choke on your water in surprise. “it’s fine, figured we should talk about it.”

“yeah i guess.” you shrug it off as you regain your composure.

“look i wanna help you through this, get over it.” your boyfriend attempts to help, but it was falling on deaf ears. “i hear you crying sometimes, and i just wish you would fall into me, you know?”

you shake your head. “it’s not that easy.”

“but it is.” he replies, sternly. “you guys broke up a year ago and you’re still hung up.” his voice was starting to sound strained as you noticed. “the first few months, okay i was sympathetic. but now…”

“you can’t just say that! you don’t know.” you try to defend your feelings but you knew you sounded idiotic. there was no reason as to why you should be upset about katsuki.

your boyfriend drops his fork on the plate, the sound snapping you out of your head. “honey, you know how hard it is already to live up to that guy?!. he’s not here, i am! you treat me like some consolation prize because you can’t have him!”

“that’s so not fair.” you stand up so abruptly that your chair was almost knocked backwards. he follows suit to where your standing face to face, unable to hide.

“when was the last time i slept over, huh? since we started dating?” his eyes remained glued on yours, your body language, your expression, everything. they were the only thing telling him the truth now.

you knew the point he was trying to make, you knew he was right. but your pride was a very strong thing, never allowing you to quiver and back down.

to prove his point, you deflect. “what does that have to do with anything?!”

“never! you have never let me spend the night! do you know how fucked that is for a guy to hear from his girlfriend?! but i let it slide because i knew it’s boundary for you! but now??”

your phone begins to buzz erratically. so much so that you reach over to put it on silent. your face already stained with frustrated and angry tears. his eyes dart to the phone but he didn’t want to see, not yet.

you look at the state you put your poor boyfriend in. he never asked for anything of this. he was just wanted you and you only, but it wasn’t enough. because you didn’t want him. you wanted someone else.

“you knew what you were getting into with me, i told you i had baggage.” you whisper before you gasp softly. the words you had just said. they were all too familiar, it was a never ending cycle.

your phone, now on vibrate, kept shaking against the counter.

“yeah,” your boyfriend, though you’re not sure you should even call him that anymore, finally sighs, defeated. “i just thought we’d get through this.”

he leaves your apartment without a second glance, a mirror to the moment you left katsuki’s that fateful night. and just like your ex, you don’t chase after him.

once the door shuts, your focus shifts back to your phone, unlocking it. the ending of another relationship sat heavy on your heart as you read through the messages.

katsuki: you finally unblocked me?

katsuki: sweets you okay?

katsuki: i heard you got a new guy, hope he’s treating you well. ik it’s better than i did.

katsuki: i miss you like fucking crazy

katsuki: not going after you was the stupidest thing i’ve ever done. fuck my pride

katsuki: i love you so much. you should’ve been my priority always. i’m always gonna fucking love you pretty girl

katsuki: i just needed to get it off my chest. i’m sorry again. ignore all these or delete them.

relationships weren’t fucking easy. you knew this going into it, into all of them.

“katsuki? can you come over?”

but when you opened the door and saw katsuki’s softened expression, taking you in. all of those things went out the window. he doesn’t waste a second before slamming the door shut behind him and quickly kissed you.

his mouth moves with finesse and hunger, a whole year without kissing and touching you was such agony for him. the feeling was mutual but there was still a pit in your stomach at the pain you had caused.

but it was silenced when you separate your lips for a moment and katsuki could only whisper, “jump.”

your body moving on its own as you do as your told, his arms catching you as your legs wrap around his torso. katsuki knew his way around and carefully lays you down on your couch, your legs still connecting your bodies. he takes your flushed face, rising chest and quivering legs as a sign of your heart still belonging to him. he reconnects your lips with you grinding into him, trying to keep him close.

“you know where home is, huh pretty girl?” katsuki whispers to you, you take his face in your hands. carefully looking over what you missed in a year. “it’s always gonna be you and me,”

pt two of this fic sukuna wakes up alone in the morning and is woken up by the sound of pots clanging and hushed chatter. he's on the couch but it's not yours. he doesn't remember the night much but he does remember being drunk and that girl kissing him. she looked an awful lot like you. so much so that when he pushed her away and rubbed the remnants of her gloss off her lips, he immediately headed for your apartment. he rubs his eyes in annoyance and looks up to find gojo bickering with geto about what to cook along with toji and choso sitting at the table passing a joint back and forth.

"can you idiots be any louder this damn early in the morning?" sukuna complains from where he laid on the couch. he's now come to realize that he crashed the night on gojo's couch. but he can only wonder how he got here; did you come with him?

"it's almost one, jackass— about time you got up," gojo calls from the kitchen, putting the pots away and deciding to just order door dash.

"yeah, yeah," sukuna grumbles. "pass me my phone will ya? my head's killing me." he watches as gojo and geto look at each other, a look of worry plastered on their faces. the two exchange looks and communicate wordlessly and sukuna is just about tired of it. "earth to dumb and dumber? i said where's my cell, i gotta text yn."

"uh," gojo starts, "what do you want for breakfast?"

"satoru's paying!" geto adds on with a smile that is a little too wide to be genuine.

"what are you two morons talking about?" sukuna says, starting to get irritated.

"yeah, there's no need to sugar coat it," toji says. he picks up sukuna's phone from the countertop and holds it up before tossing it to where sukuna is still laying on the couch. "go ahead, man; see if u can even still text her."

sukuna catches the phone and mutters under his breath, "what the hell are you-" he stops short at the sight of you message.

it's over ryomen. ill have your stuff ready for you in the morning.

suddenly, he's wide awake and disregards how his friends mutter about him a couple of feet away. he scrambles to get his phone opened and onto your contact. he reads the message over and over again and just when he sends his own message, the text bubble goes green. he sends some more, asking you what you were talking about and what happened last night. all his messages go green. he tries to call you and is only met with an automated voice message telling him your number could not be reached. he damn near threw his phone right back at toji's face.

pretty baby it's over ryomen. ill have your stuff ready for you in the morning.

ryomen s. ?? what r u talking about tf??? yn answer your phone what is going on

"what's up with yn's phone?" sukuna asks. "she turn it off or something?"

"maybe just for you," choso mutters.

"the hell did you just say to me?"

"listen sukuna," geto starts, not wanting the situation to escalate. "even you have to admit, you had this coming-"

"had what coming?" sukuna interrupts, now getting up from the couch and standing at his full height. "what the fuck is going on?"

"don't play the idiot now," toji says, "you seriously gonna pretend like you don't understand where she's coming from?"

"why are you talking like you know more about her than i do?"

"oh please— you're not exactly a tough act to follow, sukuna."

sukuna walks up to toji, challenging him to say anything more. "and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"it means you treat your 'girlfriend' like shit and everyone knows it." everyone's voices erupt as sukuna grabs the front of toji's shirt in a tight fist. gojo tries to step between them but sukuna only pushes him away with his free arm. "don't bother," toji says, still indifferent to the man in front of him, "he's just pissy because he knows im right. go ahead, punch me and prove me right. that you're just some asshole that yn was too good for."

sukuna clenched his jaw at toji's comment but ultimately lets go of his shirt with a rush shove. sukuna backs away as toji brushed away the wrinkles in his shirt. "now beat it, don't you have to pick up your shit from her place anyways?"

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sukuna shows up at your place with a busted lip and a dark bruise on his cheekbone. despite the fact that you left his things outside in a box, he continues to knock on your door and ring your doorbell. this has been going on for ten minutes.

"yn!" he calls from the other side of the door. "i know you have a class at two so you're gonna have to come out eventually."

at this point, you were contemplating jumping out the window and running to class. you stand in front of the door and glance at the clock reading 1:40. you sigh and come up with a simple plan; open the door, ignore him, and head to class without a single thought of him on your mind. but the second you open the door, you are reminded just how huge your boyfriend is. or, you suppose, ex-boyfriend. the man is towering over you and practically blocking the entire doorway. with how close you were standing next to him now, you can see how bad his injuries really are. you push away your thoughts of concern and lock the door behind you before you try and sidestep away from sukuna. that is until he grabs your arm.

"hey don't ignore me." his grip on your arm is firm but once you pull away from him, he lets go as if you've burned him. as if he remembered his own strength. you hear him mumble something along the lines of an awkward apology before he meets your gaze again. "can we just talk? for a second, please."

"what's there to talk about? your shit's right here," you say as you kick the box at your feet, "and i don't know how much clearer i could be in my text."

"that's just it," sukuna says, his frustration growing with the second. "a text? are you fucking with me- that's how you planned on ending things with me?"

"and what exactly did you think you deserved?" you ask incredulously. "flowers? a big sign like im asking you to fucking prom?"

"i expected way more than a fucking text."

"and i expected more out of you when we got together. guess we're both disappointed." your words and tone are final, leaving no room for argument. you move to the side once more, remembering the class you were now running late for. sukuna once again blocks your way and the desperate look on his face irritates you more than it does make you feel guilty. "get out of my way, sukuna. there's nothing else to talk about here."

"listen to me, please. i know— i know i wasn't the best boyfriend-"

"i don't even think you acted like a proper boyfriend once-"

"but i know that i loved you. that i still love you, so please. let me fix this, i know im just an asshole and i know you deserve so much better than me but im begging you here, baby. just let me try one more time, i know i can be better for you."

now, sukuna has dropped to his knees in front of you. he takes your hands in his in a final act of desperation. for the first time in months, he is in front of you sober and you know that if you asked, he would rip out his own heart for you.

you narrow your eyes at the sight in front of you; even with him kneeling he is almost at your height. but nevertheless, you knew that you deserved better than this, better than him. so you take your hands out of his grasp and turn away. just before walking away completely, you turn to look at him over your shoulder. "you better be out of here when i get back, sukuna. this time, i mean it."

ok boom!! this is my protest against my writing slump LOL ill mayhaps make a part three of sukuna trying to win us back but im ngl.. if my bf was kissing other girls, i am NAWT taking his ass back ദ്ദി( T ᗜ T ) divider creds to @/chrisssiren

sukuna taglist: @cttelina @bunbun812 @oksukuna @kriitee @bleepybl00p @sailormarsinanotherlife @sushikuna @icebearcucumber

the atmosphere was calm, well as calm as it could be with sukuna there. 

you sat curled up in his lap while he yelled at toji through his headset for the nth time. you shifted slightly before slowly sliding out of sukuna's lap, he muttered a quick 

“where ya goin?” his eyes shifted towards you, now fully out of his grasp. 

“bathroom.” 

he let out a low hum and returned his hard gaze back to his monitor. 

-

“holy shit ryomen, yer washed.” toji snickered through the mic. 

“easy to talk when you pick OKC every fucking round.” sukuna snarled back.

“aye back to back dubs speaks for itself.” 

“its been two rounds already?” sukuna checked his phone, its been almost 2 hours since you left his lap. 

“two rounds of belt? yea bro.” a snort came out from sukunas headphones. 

“im hoppin off anyway to go out with my girl. cus i got other shit to do, like my girl. get it? cus i have a girlfriend.”  sukuna teased. 

“blah blah blah we get it asshat.” 

sukuna chuckled to himself before logging off and heading over to barge on you in the bathroom, which was locked? he lifted a heavy knuckle and tapped on the door twice. 

“babe, you takin’ a shit?” 

the jjk men are bad! boyfriends starring: ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro masterlist part 1 part 2 part 3

sukuna cares about his pleasure more than yours.

yes he's big, yes he feels that "ego" feeling guys get about making their girlfriend come but he genuinely can't be asked to do anything but chase his orgasm. if you finish it's just a plus on the side.

sukuna doesn't let you see your friends.

you might think "aww he's jealous" in the beginning but it's so lame when your best friend's birthday is coming up and you have to be the annoying male-centered friend and ditch because you won't even bother asking him for permission.

ryōmen sukuna has a clingy s/o.

genre: fluff / comfort

the king of curses mutilates people for less than any of the things you do to him on a daily basis.

walking into the room to inform him of the latest update on the warfront, uraume decides they have certainly witnessed more compromising states than this.

they bow down before the king of curses, who is currently lounging on his throne with you draped over his shoulders—like some human mink coat or a sentient scarf of sorts, snoring softly into his unkempt hair.

“lord sukuna.” they rise and address him, tone within the emotional range of a stone.

“speak.”

“...i can return later.”

“no, report.”

uraume’s eyes divert to the snuffling form of you for exactly half a second, a monumental display of curiosity for the permafrost-carved servant. they begin their report, speaking in their usual monotone intonation, but sukuna catches note of the way their eyes keep drifting upward.

“what.”

“nothing, my lord.” uraume meets his four eyes, choosing the addition of words with care. “it’s just... interesting, to see you so—”

“watch your mouth before i slice it off.”

“accommodating.” uraume finishes, deadpan, because they've served him long enough to know when he’s all bark.

sukuna's upper set of eyes narrows, but the lower pair flicks upward—toward your head, where your exhales stir the fine strands of his light crimson hair.

“i am going to flay you,” he says, deeply flat.

burrowed so deep into the crook of his neck, sukuna feels the damp warmth of your huff against him like a warm parasite that had somehow convinced itself the king of curses is a personal mattress. your previously limp hand curls into the fabric of his dark kimono, loosely holding on to a fistful of the silk robe as you exhale harder into his thick neck.

uraume's eyebrow twitches, a fraction of a millimeter—practically a scream of emotion from them.

“finish the report,” sukuna growls, low enough that it vibrates through his wide chest—and through you, because you're plastered to his body like a second skin. you stir, mumble something unintelligible, and he stills again.

uraume continues, detailing the skirmish in various territories, relaying information on sorcerers who think they could exorcise a fragment of their lord’s power. standard fare and utterly boring, sukuna only half-listens. the other half of his attention tuned into the way your breath starts to even out again, deep and slow, weight becoming heavier against him—fully asleep and dead to the world, completely vulnerable in the lap of the most deadly being in existence.

reckless, sukuna thinks. how idiotic.

his lower left arm moves, the rough hand settling against the small of your back, steadying you as you slip dangerously close to sliding off his shoulder.

he adjusts without thinking—tugging you close against him, rearranging your limbs so you lay across his lap instead.

uraume stops mid-sentence.

“continue.” sukuna snaps.

“the latest front has been... largely pacified.” uraume’s voice is perfectly measured. their eyes are not—intrigued gaze fixing on the way sukuna’s thumb traces an absent circle against your spine. “we anticipate the remaining forces will mobilize. shall I—”

“no.”

uraume continues theorizing as sukuna's second mouth, the one on his stomach, lets out this tiny rumble—not quite a growl, nor a purr. something in between. something possessive.

he cuts uraume off without looking away.

“speak quieter.”

“very well.”

silence engulfs the quarters. uraume remains perfectly still, head bowed, waiting for the inevitable command to execute the upcoming massacres. the only sound is the rhythmic, maddeningly peaceful puff of oxygen against sukuna’s skin.

your hand finds one of his in your sleep, palm curling against two of his fingers. he stares at your grasp like it offends him.

"i am going to kill the rest," sukuna announces.

uraume nods, faint and brief.

“in the morning.”

“naturally.”

“when they’re awake.”

“i’m sure they’ll be devastated.”

sukuna’s eye twitches. he could kill uraume. he won't. but he could.

then you sigh in your sleep—soft, contented—and press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, right over his pulse point, where the skin is thinner and no one has ever been dumb enough to put their mouth.

sukuna’s grip tightens around yours, his chest tightening. he grits his teeth.

“uraume.”

they perk up.

“find a blanket.”

uraume blinks, most expressive they've been in decades. “...a blanket.”

“you heard me.”

“of course, lord Sukuna.” they bow, and sukuna picks up on the hint of a smile his servant holds off.

the sliding doors shut behind uraume.

then sukuna is alone. with you, your breath—the hands, tiny compared to his, enveloped in his, and the infuriating, tight heat spreading through his torso.

a curse user who has unraveled sorcerers from the inside out, yet he cannot bring himself to move.