valbkg

Time for patrol, nerds.

Quick introduction before we begin.

My name is Val, she/her, hero alias : valbkg. I have now been fighting villains for 19 years, and still counting! Famously known for moves like ‘Domain Expansion’ or ‘Prison Realm’, I’ve been inspired by many heroes from the Jujutsu Agency like 6 eyes or Sukuna’s receptacle.

Please beware of the rules to respect during patrol and do not hesitate to share your concerns.

If you want to work by my side, you’ll need to be of adult age, otherwise you will be sent away.

Latest mission reports :

Strike a pose! (SatoSugu) Your favorite stalker (Bakugo) She’s innocent, your honour! (Higuruma) Paint me like one of your french guys (Gojo)

Regular patrol updates will also be available in the form of drabbles. Do not hesitate to check them out if in doubt.

Find me on ao3 as well : https://archiveofourown.org/users/valbkg

I’m sure you’ll make great heroes , so believe in yourselves, nerds ;)

Pairing : Gojo Satoru X Geto Suguru

Description : Geto Suguru as an art major who needs to sketch a nude male model for his final, and who else but his sexy situationship Gojo Satoru to help him out…

Tags!MDNI College!AU ; Porn with Plot ; Submissive Top Gojo Satoru ; Dominant Bottom Geto Suguru ; Virgin Gojo Satoru ; Situationship into Relationship ; Petnames ; Nude Modeling ; Blowjob ; Handjob ; Anal Sex ; A little Fingering

Word Count : 8k

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The end of the semester was getting closer, and Suguru found himself getting slightly nervous thinking about finals, which were obviously also coming up.

But, in way, he was also relieved, because it meant he would finally be able to take a much needed break from university, homework, studying, and the grind of trying to be a great student.

He had deserved it, working so hard for months, and finally seeing the end of it. He would finally to be able to chill — maybe treat himself to a shopping spree or a spa day, he thought — finally take good care of himself.

While walking from his apartment to campus, which was around a 10 minute walk, Suguru tried to think of what his professor was going to give him as his final assignment for this semester’s class.

He had just started at this university after attempting a degree in business and management, which was unsuccessful as he was nowhere near interested in the field, he had just chosen by default.

He had then decided that if he was going to have to go through college, it might as well be worth it and enjoyable for him. Which is how he ended up here, about to wrap up his first semester studying art.

He had always loved drawing, whether it be doodles in his notebooks in high school, to all the way back in preschool when he would come home with 10 different colourful paintings he had produced throughout the day.

If someone were to ask him about the one thing that truly gets him going, art would be his immediate answer. It was versatile, truly beautiful, came in all shapes and colours, and was one of the only ways in which he could properly express himself.

This whole first semester had been focusing on realism — more specifically portraits, face-focused most of the time.

So it came to no surprise when his professor started explaining the assignment by telling Suguru and his classmates they would be expected to produce multiple sketches representing a person, in a realistic way of course.

What made him swallow hard was the form it was supposed to take : a full-body nude portrait of the male model of your choice. Nude… Male model… He was fucked.

After class, he headed outside, and sat under a tree, thoughts clashing through his head. How the hell was he going to achieve this?

Suguru was quite good when it came to drawing face portraits — his professor’s words, not his — but most of the time, his sketches were of women, because it just came easier to him, considering he’d grown up with a single mom and 2 sisters who he drew a lot. So everything about this assignment came as a challenge to him.

Full-body, nude, a man… How was he even going to find a willing model?

Just then, as if the universe heard him think, he heard a familiar chuckle coming from right in front of him.

He looked up to meet the most recognisable pair of eyes there is — bright blue so captivating he just might feel like drowning if he stared too long into them — with a few strands of this milky white hair slightly covering them. And, of course, how could he forget about those sinfully shiny lips sitting beautifully around that signature grin.

Satoru Gojo, the campus’ heartthrob, in all his fame and glory, standing so close their feet were touching.

“Could almost see steam comin’ outta your ears with how hard you were thinkin’, Suguboo” he says, crouching down to level with him, before getting closer. “And you might wanna unfurrow those brows ‘fore you get wrinkles” he purrs, caressing his thumb in between his brows as if to try and straighten the skin under it. “What’s got you all worked up?”

“Jus’ got my final assignment, it sucks” Suguru responds as he swats the other man’s hand away from his face, earning a sarcastic ow! from his mouth.

“Now, now, Suguru.. What could it possibly be that you hate it so much?” he teasingly asks, although Suguru still notices the slight switch in his tone, perhaps genuine surprise.

He sighs gently. “Here, read the paper he gave us” he replies while handing Satoru the instruction sheet the professor gave him at the end of class. “Now I gotta find a model that’ll put up with me practising for hours as he stands butt naked in front of me” he mutters, mostly to himself, while the other finishes reading.

As soon as he’s done, his flashy gaze quickly goes back to meet Suguru’s — piercing right through him, a hint of playfulness in his eyes — making him shiver. “I’ll do it”

…Huh?

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Suguru remembered meeting Satoru Gojo like it was yesterday.

He had been a student at this new university for a week now, only having talked to a few girls in his class once, trying to get acquainted.

They had mentioned a party happening over the weekend as a way to ‘celebrate the start of the school year’ at a certain Gojo’s place.

He’d caught his name once or twice while walking around campus and heard all sorts of myths about him, how he was ‘basically a god’ and ‘it was just unfair to be this good-looking’, as well as some whines and cries from girls who’d say it was ‘such a waste he was gay’, which made Suguru cringe.

He didn’t think too much of it though, I mean surely they were exaggerating, right..?

He arrived at the party a bit late, as he had managed to get lost three times trying to find the dorm the party was taking place at.

As soon as he opened the door, he was immediately swarmed by people from the overflowing state of the room.

He contemplated turning around at the sight, but decided otherwise because this might be the last time he actually would have time to do anything fun.

Luckily, he was able to push through the little crowd of people, and the apartment wasn’t actually as filled as it seemed, there were just a lot of people agglomerated close to the door for some reason.

Finally being able to take a good look at his surroundings, his first instinct was to look for the kitchen to get himself a drink, only to be greeted by … a chest?

A dizzyingly strong scent of cologne hitting him hard, he can’t help but look up to meet a big out-of-this-world pair of blue eyes analysing him, slightly hidden behind some white bangs.

“And who might you be, cutie?” Words come out of the tall man’s mouth, grinning at him, as if he were the most pathetic being he had set his eyes on.

And just then and there Suguru knew he wouldn’t even need to ask him the question in return, because there he was, right in front of him, this party’s famously handsome host.

And goodness it makes him realise that no, the other students were not exaggerating when comparing him to some kind of mystical creature that had found its way on this planet.

Seeing him seemingly lost in his gaze, the ‘stranger’ slowly bends down so that their faces are just inches apart to properly introduce himself.

“ ‘m Satoru Gojo, y’know? This is my party” he starts off, eyeing him up and down, enjoying the view. “You new or sum? Think I’d remember seeing an angel like you” he continues as he flashes a pearly white smile.

Suguru finally snaps out of it, taking a step back because hell was he close. “Uh-yea, that’s right, I just enrolled here. I’m Suguru Geto.” he finally manages, earning a soft chuckle from the man in front of him. Why the hell was he even talking to him right now?

Seeing the shorter man avoiding to even look in his direction, Gojo tries to get his attention back. “Nice to meet you, Suguru. How ‘bout I get you a drink, yea?” extending a hand towards him, signalling him to take it.

Suguru looks back at him and nods, and he can feel his face getting hotter. God, why was he getting so flustered over this, this wasn’t like him.

He leads the both of them to the kitchen, only letting go of his hand to get a beer from the fridge. Suguru didn’t even like beer, but he’d drink anything if it meant not acting as embarrassing as he was right now.

He decides to stay in the kitchen, hoping this Gojo guy would go back to whatever he was doing before he came crashing into him.

But no, quite surprisingly, he stayed right there, drinking his own beer while trying to make conversation. And it was not that bad.

Suguru had expected him to be like all those other ‘frat bros’ that he’d hooked up with once or twice before when he was really desperate for some action. He thought he’d be boring, empty-headed and would spend all night talking about how amazing he is and how anyone would kill to be in his place right now.

Of course he was sometimes obnoxious, and flirty in a very blunt and overly sexy way, but they actually were able to hold a decently interesting conversation together. They even bonded over Digimon of all things.

After a few drinks in, Suguru found himself basically cornered. He hadn’t moved much, but Gojo? He was right in front of him, just a few inches away, one hand settled right next to where he was now seated on the counter and another one on his… thigh?

He hadn’t even felt it before, but now that he’d noticed it, it felt like it was burning the shape of his hand through his jeans. His ears suddenly got all red, and the taller man noticed, interrupting whatever tangent he was on to follow his gaze.

He started moving it higher up, getting dangerously close to his ass, grin growing larger on his face.

Suguru managed to grab his hand before it went any further, and earning a whine from the other, his face now harbouring a cute little pout. And if he may have had some doubts about the popular man being gay, he certainly didn’t now.

Wrist still in his grasp, Gojo slowly steps closer, one of his legs separating Suguru’s thighs until he’s standing dangerously close to him.

His other hand then starts moving, gaze following its movements up Suguru’s hips to then grab onto his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. It feels like his eyes are burning holes through his face, yet Suguru doesn't look back at him just yet.

Feeling cocky, Suguru finally lets go of his hand, which immediately finds its way to his ass, and he decides to slide both his hands up the other man’s torso as he follows their movement with his eyes, earning a small hiss from Gojo.

His hands end up wrapped behind his neck, and he finally looks straight into those gorgeous blue eyes, noticing the faint pink colour that had settled under them.

Not a single word is spoken, yet the way they look at each other says a lot more, a mix of lust and pure hunger pouring out of their eyes.

Gojo’s gaze falters, looking down ever so slightly to admire Suguru’s deliciously parted lips, making him giggle.

“Eyes up here, pretty boy” he purrs, one of his hands now gently lifting up his head until their eyes meet again. And that’s all it took for him.

His lips are suddenly crashing onto the other’s like a hungry madman, tongue already trying to make its way to Suguru’s. And he obliges him, opening his mouth and angling his face until it reaches the back of his throat.

Gojo lets out a deep guttural groan into his mouth, as Suguru unsuccessfully tries to muffle a moan.

His hands are all over him, groping every inch of his body as if to memorise it.

One of Suguru’s hands makes its way into his white locks, pulling softly, secretly hoping to hear another lewd sound come out of him. “Sugu-ah, ngh…” Success!

Their tongues clash against one another like some kind of wrestling match, exchanging saliva so violently it starts to pool out the corners of their mouths.

Gojo doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this, Suguru just tastes so divinely good it’s actually unfair.

This makes the shorter one chuckle against his lips and Gojo realises he may have said that thought out loud. But that doesn’t stop him, as he tries to step closer, if that’s even possible.

He nips at the other’s bottom lip, and yet another moan escapes his throat, making its way all the way down to his dick. Fuck, Gojo thinks he might actually cream his pants if this goes on any longer.

Pulling him closer, Suguru can feel the hint of something hard against his inner thigh, and he thinks he might just faint right there. This man was a fucking menace.

After a while, they finally pull apart, sweaty foreheads stuck together, looking fiercely into each other’s eyes, chests moving fast as they both try to regain their breath.

Crash!

Just as they both were about to say something, a loud sound echoes, pulling them out of their trance. Talk about bad timing.

Gojo sighs, rolling his eyes before planting a small peck against Suguru’s still trembling lips. “Sorry Suguboo, gotta go check this out” he mumbles, breath tickling his ear before he steps back, heading towards the source of the noise.

Suguru suddenly feels cold, still out of breath sitting atop of the kitchen counter, thighs separated and pants tighter than when he’d arrived.

He doesn’t even remember what the issue even was, all he remembers is the emergency evacuation of Gojo’s apartment, and not even being able to see him again.

Later that night, finally having regained his bed, Suguru relived this unfortunately shortened makeout session over and over again, feeling a heating sensation all over his body.

He shouldn’t think about it too much. I mean, he most definitely wasn’t the first he’d done this with, and were most likely not going to be the last, so let’s not make it a big deal. He’s Satoru Gojo for crying out loud.

He ended up falling asleep trying to convince himself not to care too much, because in the end he was just still just another fuckboy, right? It was just a one time thing, and he was probably drunk anyway, it didn’t mean anything.

And although he might’ve been right, this moment stayed in the back of his mind every time he caught a glimpse of white hair on campus. And he was almost positive it was the same for the other man.

Because from this day forward, they would keep exchanging glances and smiles when running into each other, Gojo sometimes winking at him from the other end of a corridor, making the tip of his ears redden.

Heck, they would sometimes hang out when he’d find Suguru outside doodling, which made his stomach do that weird thing every time. He would sit impossibly close, shoulders touching, because he apparently ‘liked watching him work his magic’.

He would even ask from time to time to draw portraits of him, because he was ‘a work of art’ and ‘it would be great practice’ and then Suguru could ‘frame them to put them next to his bed’.

He was charmingly annoying, which made university a tiny bit more enjoyable, but he would never admit that to his face.

But the idea of the Satoru Gojo — the man he silently fantasised about like half of campus — being his model for this project? This was insane.

He should say no, but then again, who else would he even ask? So he agrees, and he’d swear Gojo’s face starts shining so bright it’s blinding, as he goes on and on about how he’d always dreamed of being his model for one of his drawings.

Suguru grunts, already regretting his decision, as he hands Gojo his phone while turning his head the other way, trying to hide the creeping blush on his cheeks.

“Hurry and write your number before I change my mind” He blurts out.

The taller man chuckles, taking the phone from his hand to create a new contact. “Don’t really see how that has to do with the project…” he starts as he types his number in. “If you wanted my number so bad, you coulda just asked, Suguboo” he teases, gasping as Suguru rips his phone back when he’s done.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Gojo, it’s just so we can set up a session” he deadpans, finally looking back at him.

“ ‘m hurt y’know?” he sulks, standing back up “Thought we were past this last name policy…” he fake sobs, and Suguru can’t stop a smile from forming on his face, making Gojo go back to his usual grinning self.

“I’ll wait for your text boss” he exclaims while turning around “Don’t make me wait too long~” he waves in Suguru’s direction, practically screaming at this point.

He sighs as he unlocks his phone to try and find the number so that he can text him later. And he can’t help but smile a little when he finally sees it. Right there in your contact list. What a corny loser.

🩵My Prince Toru 🩵

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It had now been a few days since Gojo became Suguru’s official model for this project, and yet he couldn’t make time to text him to ask when he was available.

Or maybe he did have time, and he was just pushing it back, going over the different ways this could go.

But the later he’d start, the less practice he would be able to get before the deadline.

So he finally decided to text the other man, hoping he wasn’t too busy, although let’s be honest, he probably wasn’t. He didn’t even know what he was studying, now that he thought about it.

Suguru :

u available rn?

🩵My Prince Toru 🩵 :

Why hello to you too, Suguboo!

I’m good thank u for asking, wby?

Yes I am available! Thanks for texting me in advance about this ;)

Suguru :

lol.

come over

🩵My Prince Toru 🩵 :

So demanding~

Send your address, Suguboo

Suguru :

[address]

hurry

🩵My Prince Toru 🩵 :

Yes boss! o7

He sighs as he throws his phone on his couch before slumping on it himself. He starts praying Gojo won’t try to act all high and mighty like he usually does and will actually listen.

Suguru feels heat coming up his face. Holy shit, he thought, this is actually happening.

Not even 5 minutes later was there already a faint knock on the door. There was no way he was already there, right???

He slowly opens the door, half expecting someone to barge in excitedly like he usually would. But instead, he’s standing face to face with an uncharacteristically calm Gojo looking extremely out of place.

Strange. Especially with how confident he seemed over text just a few minutes ago.

Suguru signals him to get in before closing the door.

“How the hell did you get here so fast?” he mumbles mostly to himself, genuinely surprised that he didn’t take his sweet time coming over.

“I-uh was in the area from sum else, so…” Gojo responds while setting his coat on one of the chairs. He seems really out of it… What if-

“If you don’t feel like doin’ it anymore it’s fine y’know” Suguru tells him, now facing the other man “I don’t want you to feel pressured I mean I would underst-”

“No no no no!” he cuts him off, stopping himself when realising the eagerness at which he had answered “I’m not backing out”

Suguru can’t help but laugh at his response “Wow! Well since you’re oh so excited, get naked, pretty boy” he teases, winking at the embarrassed man.

And the reaction is priceless to say the least. The grand Satoru Gojo, the walking definition of confidence and sex-appeal, is standing in front of him, flushed like he’d never seen him before.

He’s usually the one making people end up that way, but gosh what a sight for sore eyes.

But unfortunately if he was gonna be this tense all of a sudden, the sketches were not going to look great.

He needed to chill out, so before he undresses, Suguru makes sure he gets comfortable, gets him some snacks, makes small talk with him and jokes around until he’s back to being a bit more like himself.

He leads Gojo to the bathroom and tells him to come out whenever he’s ready while he is going to set up everything he’ll need.

Gojo would be so embarrassed if Suguru saw how he literally hypes himself up in front of the bathroom mirror. But right now this is not his biggest issue.

“Dude, I’m begging you, do NOT get hard” he murmur to himself “You better not embarrass yourself in front of him or you can kiss his beautiful face goodbye”

God if only Suguru knew how insane he made him. If only he knew how much he’d imagined this very moment these past few days. If only he knew how much he wanted, no, needed him.

“C’mon my man” he slaps his cheeks with both hands looking at his reflexion in the mirror. “Put on a show, you’re good at that”

And with that, he barges out of the bathroom, completely bare, and Suguru feels like his stomach is going to explode.

Both of them red in the face as they look at each other, and Suguru has to fight the urge not to look him up and down, because he’ll have the chance to later anyway.

He points at the empty space across from where he’s seated. “Do you mind standing there please?” he says after clearing his throat to break the menacing silence that had set in.

Gojo moves without saying a word until he’s just a few steps away from him.

“Alright! Let’s get started” Suguru say while laying back on his chair “Do not move unless I tell you to, got it?”

“Yes boss”

And thus their first session officially started, although it was mostly just a practice round to see what Suguru could do and what he needed to work on.

Having Gojo as his model was turning out easier than he thought, because one of the things he struggled with the most when drawing bodies was the muscles. However, considering how buff yet toned he was, it was actually not that bad.

Suguru let his eyes wander around the other’s upper body. His mind immediately started imagining how great it would feel if he headlocked him with one of his biceps right here. Or how nice it would be to bite one of those huge pecs who seemed so incredibly soft.

His eyes trail down to his legs, purposefully avoiding that one part in the middle, for now. Gosh how he’d drop everything to get crushed in between those thighs. He feels his cheeks getting redder by the minute.

Gojo seems to notice the way his gaze lingers far too long and starts tensing up a bit, pulling Suguru out of his little daydreaming seance.

“Gojo, can you unclench your muscles? It messes everything up” He catches his big blue eyes, and can’t help but notice how red his ears are.

“Y-Yes, sorry” he breathes out. Suguru smiles softly at him, silently letting him know it was all good. “But please, stop calling me that, I’m literally standing here naked for you” he sulks.

“Alright, alright. Sorry, Satoru” he laugh and he can visibly see the man soften just by the way he said his name.

Suguru shifts in his chair, asking his model to take different poses, as he slightly moves around so he can see him in different angles, and before he realises it, they’ve been at it for a couple hours.

He stops for a bit, going through his sketchbook, and finally takes in everything he managed to work on already.

“You must be cold, take a small break. There’s a blanket on the couch, go wrap yourself in it” he throws at Satoru.

And that’s all he needed because he bolts for the couch and snuggles in the blanket. He then wraps it around his waist before sprawling himself on the sofa.

“D’ya want sum to eat?” Suguru ask as he gets himself a snack from the pantry.

“ ‘m good thanks.” he responds.

He then makes his way to the couch and sits next to the now not-entirely-naked man. And of course Satoru ends up taking a bite out of his snack the second he gestures it towards his mouth.

“Can I see the sketches, Suguru?” he quietly requests “Wanna see how good of a model I’ve been”

Suguru stands up to go get his sketch book before sitting back down next to him, shoulders brushing against one another. He hands it to him, fingers accidentally touching, lingering a few seconds longer than they should’ve before he opens it.

It was like having a kid next to him, just straight up gasping every time he turned a page, stroking his own ego by going on and on about how sexy and muscular he looked, glazing himself for a good 10 minutes.

He then finally goes quiet, and when Suguru goes to grab your sketch book back, Satoru snatches his hand, making him look right in his eyes.

“You’re so talented, Suguboo” he beams, and Suguru can’t suppress the small smile that forms as he starts blushing.

Their faces now only inches apart, Suguru’s mind takes him back to that one night at the beginning of the semester.

He starts getting closer to Satoru without really realising, now feeling his heavy breath on his face, heart beating fast.

And as he leans in, the other man suddenly springs up from the couch, mumbling something about needing to pee before sprinting off towards the bathroom.

Suguru wondered if he’d done something wrong, if he’d misread the signs…

Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Satoru is an absolute mess. To say he’s embarrassed is an understatement.

How can he, the Satoru Gojo, seriously be hard right now. The same guy that had half of campus drooling over him, who had every guy and girl fight for who would catch his attention the most.

Yet this man hadn’t even touched him and this was the state he was in? He was done for.

He considered jerking off very quickly before getting back, because he knew that when thinking about Suguru, it would be a matter of minutes.

But he knew how loud he could be, especially when it came to him, who was just in the other room, probably thinking he had some kind of issue.

But what else was he supposed to do, really? Just come back out there with a boner and pray he wouldn’t get kicked out? Or just get dressed in here and pretext something to be able to leave?

If he chose the latter, he thinks he’d never be able to face the man he liked again. But if he’s just honest, maybe he’d laugh, or maybe he’d … help him out?

He was out of options honestly. So, with every ounce of courage he had left in his body, he unlocks the door and walks out.

And there he was, the man he’d had a big fat crush on for months now, staring right at him, just not at his eyes.

Suguru honestly thinks he’s gone mad. Satoru fucking Gojo, the object of all his deepest desires, was standing in his apartment with what seemed to be a now throbbingly hard cock.

That one part of his body he’d been trying so hard to get past all afternoon. That one part he’d noticed was quite imposing, but now, that was just downright ridiculous.

“L-Look, I-uh, it kinda happened out of nowhere, and-” Satoru blabbers out and proceeds to ramble out all kinds of excuses, anything to convince him it was not what it looked like.

“Satoru.”

He freezes, trying to figure out whether Suguru was mad or not. Only then did he notice how red his face was, and how his eyes were practically drilling holes into his skin.

Suguru then looks him straight in the eyes and…

“Sit.”

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Suguru was basically pinning him down on the couch, the other man looking up from where he was sitting under him.

One of his hands was supporting himself on the cushion behind Satoru while the other started tracing lines along his jaw before settling behind his neck.

He was flushed under Suguru, confused as to how he’d ended up like this, at his mercy. Yet he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare to touch him back, not yet. He hadn’t earned it.

“Satoru?” he murmurs, now only inches away from his face.

He hums, cheeks getting redder and redder, struggling to breathe properly, not-so-subtly trying to get closer, gaze set on his lips.

“Words, pretty boy. Use your words” he purrs, slightly pulling away as he whines softly “If you want it that bad, you gotta learn to ask for it”

“I-Please” Suguru arches a brow, not quite convinced yet “Please, Suguru, I n-need you”

All these lonely nights when he’d imagined this moment, he’d never thought the usually cocky and confident man would be so demanding.

He’d like to tease him a bit longer, but maybe he’ll save that for later today. Because right now, he needed him just as bad.

Suguru crashes his lips onto the other’s, so hard their teeth make a noise as they clash together, and suddenly he’s gone.

How he’d missed this sweet taste of his mouth, but Satoru needs more. Gliding his tongue on his lips, asking permission, and Suguru let him.

Their tongues are intertwined together in a matter of milliseconds, while the taller man’s hands finally start roaming the other’s body, one pulling his head closer while the other settles on his hip, playing with his shirt.

A low growl escapes his lips as Suguru’s hands trail down his torso all the way to his abs, and Satoru thinks he might lose it.

His hand goes up under Suguru’s shirt to explore his back, groaning into his mouth as the other lets out a lewd moan, which echoes through Satoru’s body all the way to his already twitching cock.

He genuinely almost came when Suguru parted with his mouth, only to leave a trail of open mouthed kisses along his jaw before reaching his neck.

His smell was captivating, his cologne still lingering as he inhaled it all, before slightly nipping at his neck, forcing a sound out of him that made his own cock throb.

“Suguru, please jus-hngh” he manages out as a hand finally reaches his aching length.

“Words, Toru~” he reminds him as his hand barely wraps around his cock, waiting for him to enunciate his needs.

However, it’s already too much for him, and the way you just said his name just threw him over the edge. “Ah-Fuck… Hngh… Sugu-”

Before he even realises, Satoru is already cumming all over himself, thick white stripes painting his upper body, and some landing on the other man’s hand as his hips jerk against it, guiding him through his orgasm.

As his body slowly stops twitching, still heavily breathing, Suguru takes in the sight in front of him.

Satoru Gojo, of all people, just came right there on his couch, only from kissing him. What the hell.

He scoffs, removing his hand from his model’s somehow still hard cock. “Well, for someone so experienced, I’d never imagined you cumming so easily” he teasingly says, looking back at his face.

But he looks … off. Like he just said something wrong. His face becomes impossibly redder, as his eyes look everywhere except back at him.

And then it hits him. No way.

A smirk grows on his lips, a finger slowly trailing up and down his torso as his dick starts twitching again. “Toru~ Don’t tell me…”

Only now does he look back, eyes filled with something new.

“Please, Suguru” he begs, puppy eyes directed straight at him “I’ll let you tease me all you want jus-” his hand going from his back to his side while gently caressing it. “T-Teach me?”

Suguru thinks his heart might have just done a flip as he feels his whole body getting hotter, and his dick impossibly harder. He looked so hot when he acted all needy.

He bends down slightly, just enough to plant a light kiss on Satoru lips before playfully biting his lower lip, making a low moan escape from his body.

“You got to enjoy yourself a bit” he starts, whispering in his ear, slowly grinding his hips from where he now was straddling his lap “It’s only fair you give it back, right?”

He excitedly nods, understanding exactly what he was asked.

Both hands now firmly on the man’s waist, Satoru effortlessly flips them both over, now having Suguru sitting under him on the couch before dropping to his knees, eyes fixated on the other’s.

Suguru thinks he could die right here at the sight of Satoru in between his thighs, so eager and waiting for his command.

And all he needed to do was nod his head once before his shorts end up thrown to god knows where, revealing some light blue boxers and the outline of Suguru’s twitching dick as well as a rather interesting wet spot at the tip of it.

Satoru thought he’d come a second time, grinning and raising an eyebrow, taking in the work of art exposed just a few inches away from his face.

Without even taking off the underwear, he could tell the man under him was very much turned in, which only turned him on even more.

His Suguboo, all pretty and horny just for him, he thought, mouth watering.

A whine escapes Suguru because of the way the other is eyeing his covered length, so close he could feel his hot breath on it. “T-Toru-” A hand reaching out to firmly grip at his now messy hair.

He takes this as a sign to proceed, pressing soft kisses along the twitching shape still trapped in the fabric, before licking the wet spot and finally ripping the underwear off as it also flies away somewhere out of their sight.

Satoru wraps his hands around his thighs to bring them closer to him, gaze rapidly switching from the throbbing dick to Suguru’s flushed face.

“Use me, Suguru” he pleads, eyes focused on his face as his own made its way closer to his dripping and aching tip, tongue out. “Show me how to make you feel good”

The facade completely dropped, and Suguru stared at the so-called playboy of the campus, now all to himself. He was begging for just a taste of his body, surprisingly inexperienced, ready to follow his lead.

Noticing the way his pre was already dribbling down his length, Suguru doesn’t lose another second and brings Satoru’s mouth straight to the top of his cock.

Just one taste and he was already addicted, now licking and kissing all over the length as to not waste a single drop.

He tastes so sweet, so much better than he could’ve ever imagined during all those lonely nights, Satoru thinks to himself before finally taking Suguru’s cock fully into his mouth, now sucking on it in rapid up and down motions.

…No way he just said that out loud, Suguru thinks, gasping loudly, breath hitching as he tries pulling him impossibly closer.

His hand is gripping those beautiful white locks so hard he might rip some hairs out, as he helps to move Satoru’s head up and down his length, feeling the way his throat closes at every thrust, thighs trembling around his head.

“S-So good-hngh, Toru” he exclaims, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he feels a hand gently massage his balls. “Y-You sure th-this is your-ha first t-time?”

He hums around Suguru’s throbbing dick, vibrations echoing through his body, before backing up just to dive slightly lower, tongue now tracing circles around his tight hole. “What can I say, Su-Suguru? I’m a fast learner.”

That man then has the audacity to look him in the eyes and wink as he slides his tongue inside, all the while one of his hands travels up Suguru’s thigh to slowly jerk him off.

What a show-off, maybe deep inside this personality he had taken on had an ounce of truth to it.

Nonetheless, Suguru still noticed how flushed he was, and caught a glimpse of Satoru’s red cock, precum practically pouring down that one vein on the side. He was close too.

“Hngh-Toru” Suguru is now rolling his hips up and down, looking for more friction, while the other man’s tongue worked its way up his fluttering hole, squeezing his tongue in. “S-So clo-ah-close”

He takes it as a sign to pick up the pace, intensifying both his tongue-fucking and his hand motions.

Satoru has one hand grounding a shaky thigh as the other speeds up again until Suguru is basically screaming Satoru’s name at the top of his lungs. He was going to have to avoid his neighbours at all cost.

“Cum for me, Suguru” he’s not asking, he’s pleading, words echoing throughout his whole body. “I n-need more”

Satoru’s mouth leaves Suguru hole only to quickly be replaced by one, then two fingers, while his tongue goes back to teasing his leaking slit before taking his length in all at once.

He groans around his dick and suddenly Suguru is gone, thighs squishing his face in between them, suffocating him.

He wouldn’t mind his head exploding from the pressure right now if it meant dying while tasting Suguru’s sweet release in his mouth, Satoru thought.

Suguru’s grip on his hair tightens, if that’s even possible, maintaining the other’s lips around him while he gags until every single spurt of cum has left his body to travel down Satoru’s throat.

When Suguru has finally come down from his high, he releases Satoru’s hair who looks up at him a blushing and panting but smiling mess, licking the corners of his mouth to taste every last drop of cum.

Finally looking back down at him, Suguru notices it, that white streak dripping down his couch. He’d come too, just from eating him out.

Breath still heavy, heart beating so fast it might come out of his chest, Suguru blurts out the only thing he can manage.

“Up”

Satoru literally jumps up on his feet like a cute dog, beads of sweat dripping down his body, awaiting the next instruction.

Suguru slowly but surely gets up, getting closer to him until their bodies brush against one another.

His hand travels from Satoru’s pelvis to his chest, palm now flat on his pecs, and starts pushing him backwards.

The taller man wonders where he’s being led, a proud smirk harbouring his wet pink lips, until the back of his knees hits something. Something soft.

His back hits the mattress as Suguru climbs on top of him, mouth trailing open mouth kisses, up, and up, and up. Abs, chest, collarbones, neck.

He bites, before licking the spot to soften the pain. Satoru whines under him, head spinning as he realises what is going on.

Suguru’s mouth is now making its way along his jawline until they are less than an inch away from each other.

Finally, it was happening. Finally.

Satoru was so cute, hands trembling in the air, not touching yet, not knowing what to do.

So Suguru takes the lead, grabbing each of his wrists to have them grip at his waist.

He then plants a small kiss on his lips as a way to reassure him, as he could tell he was stressing out over this.

God, he still couldn’t believe he was a virgin. How ironic.

“Just follow my rhythm, hmm?” He tries his best to seem confident, but hell, he was just as scared.

I mean, just right there under him was what seemed like a monster, probably twice as big as anything he’d ever taken before.

How was he even going to fit on this???

He had to take things slow anyway, because he was afraid this man just might die under him if he didn’t.

Suguru grabs Satoru’s aching dick in his hand, sliding its tip right over his hole as to spread the pre coming out of the tip around the area, hoping it would help when inserting it.

Satoru is already a moaning mess, and Suguru hopes he won’t cum as easily as he had before.

Angling his cock right at his entrance, he hisses as he begins to get down on it.

It was already tearing him apart, and it was only a quarter in. Because not only was it achingly long, it was also abnormally girthy.

But Suguru perseveres, taking him in inch by inch, each movement forcing a little cry out of the both of them.

He felt so full, already so much more than he’d ever felt, and yet he was only halfway in.

Suddenly, Suguru feels Satoru’s grip on his waist getting tighter, so much so he can already imagine the bruises he’d find there the next day, and before he knows it, he’s being pushed down the remaining length.

“Hngh-Fuck Toru, ‘s too bi-ah-big” he forces out, tears forming in his eyes, a mix of pain and pleasure going through his veins.

“ ’m sorry-hngh, Suguru” he mumbles while kissing up Suguru’s arm that was grounding him on the pillow next to his head “Jus’ a bit m-more, ‘mkay?”

With one last movement of the hips, Suguru finally feels the skin of his ass against the other man’s thighs.

He sighs, breath coming out all shaky, already feeling overwhelmed by the way he was reaching every corner of his insides, pressing against spots so deep inside him they were probably not meant to be touched.

Satoru thought he’d come right there at the feeling of Suguru's walls clenching around him. So tight, so hot, all for him.

It’s not long before Suguru starts to feel movement, maybe not intentional, but a slight thrust of the hips, making his eyes roll back.

He needs to ground himself, setting both hands on Satoru’s shoulders, nails digging in for more support, as he starts going up and down in slow deliberate movements.

He was driving Satoru insane, and he knew it.

He noticed the way he was looking at him, gaze begging for more. And well, maybe it’s because he didn’t have the will to tease him anymore, but he gave in.

Suguru continues riding him, this time faster, almost pulling out before crashing right back down on his length.

“Ugh-Hngh Sug-ha-Suguru” he whines out, eyes now watery “M-More”

And before Suguru even gets to respond, Satoru is the one slamming him down on his cock, bucking up his hips while pulling him down until his ass makes a loud clap! against his thighs.

“Ha-Fuck, Toru” Walls fluttering around his twitching dick, his nails dig in deeper into his shoulders to the point where he might have started bleeding.

But he couldn’t even tell with the way he being rammed into so fiercely.

The bedroom was now filled with a mix of loud moans of both of their names, claps of Suguru’s ass slamming down and various lewd sounds coming from his abused hole.

Satoru reaches up, mouth wrapping around one of Suguru’s pierced nipples, nipping and sucking, sending him deeper into his spiraling pleasure.

Suguru couldn’t even feel the pain from the dick that was splitting him apart anymore, overshadowed by his incoming orgasm, and Satoru could feel it too.

Suguru’s insides start to twitch, his body trembling more and more around him, and Satoru thought he might pass away from the sight of his face, so pretty, tears now streaming down his cheeks, mouth wide open screaming obscenities in between cries of his name.

His abuse of his hole doesn’t falter, rhythm uneven but fast, cock twitching at every sound and praise coming out of Suguru’s mouth.

“Sugur-ah-Suguru, c-can I-“ he is seconds away from bursting, dick aching as he waits for approval.

“Hngh-wait f-for me, T-Toru” he grunts “Wou-Wouldn’t want m-hic-me to-fuck.. be left hun-mmh-hungry for more?” he whispers against the other’s ear.

But he knew how dangerously close he was also getting.

With a frustrated moan escaping his quavering lips, one of Satoru’s hands leaves its settlement on his hip to wrap around Suguru’s dick, making him jolt in pleasure.

“Oh my g-god, baby” Satoru gasps at the nickname Suguru had randomly given him, breath catching in his throat “ ‘m so cl-close”

Satoru speeds up his motions on Suguru’s twitching dick, his girth rearranging his insides as they reach closer and closer to their climax.

“Fuck-ah Toru, cummin cummin cumm-” he cries out as his whole body starts violently trembling, reaching down to bite his shoulder in an attempt to muffle the lewd sound coming out of his mouth, while he cums all over Satoru’s flexed abs.

Satoru barely even slows down, cumming at the same time as the other, the feeling of his hole clenching around him sending him over the moon.

He continues to thrust, guiding them both through their peaks.

His cum is now painting Suguru’s insides white as he fucks it deeper into him, some of it already dripping down his thighs.

Finally regaining their senses, Satoru slows down, holding Suguru so tight in his arms, like he’s afraid to let go.

As the grip on his shoulders finally loosens up, he shifts his body while Suguru is still in his arms, so that they’re now both laying on the bed, Suguru’s head laying on his sweaty chest.

Satoru doesn’t pull out yet though, still wanting to feel his Suguboo everywhere on him.

“You sure that was your first time?” Suguru breaks the silence, still a bit out of breath, looking up to meet his eyes. “ ‘Cause this was-”

“The best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” he cuts him off, back to his teasing self, eyebrows quickly raising twice to accompany his little grin.

Maybe it was, but Suguru would never admit it to his face. So he just rolls your eyes while huffing.

But if Satoru was going to be cocky about it, Suguru had to remind him who was actually in charge.

“So, ready for round two, pretty boy?”

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So yeah, not much had been done that day, at least assignment wise.

But lucky for Suguru, his now boyfriend had all the time in the world for him, so he was able to have plenty more ‘sessions’, some more productive than others.

Being able to work with Satoru as a model was the best possible thing that could’ve happened.

Suguru was able to perfect his ability to draw manlier figures, although he’d only ever sketched Satoru’s face and body, but other ones couldn’t be much different, right?

Satoru was his number one fan, throwing around praises like it was as natural as breathing, which only made him more confident in his skills.

The deadline grew closer, but according to Satoru, ‘there was no way he’d get anything less than a perfect score, because look at this beautiful model he had’.

He, in fact, did not get a perfect score, because let’s be real, art professors never gave perfect grades, because ‘everything can always be improved’.

But it was more than decent, which was enough for him.

Not for Satoru though, who Suguru had to pry off his professor when he jumped him in the corridor, chewing his ear off about how his work was better than anything Picasso had ever produced.

Satoru grumbled, telling Suguru he should’ve let him speak his truth, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the whole situation.

They looked at each other, sharing a quick kiss before parting ways, Satoru ‘going’ to whatever class he had as Suguru did too.

Maybe university wasn’t all that bad, after all.

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Note : This is a remodeled version of my first ‘Gojo X Reader’ because i was itching to remake it to be SatoSugu so im sorry if this is bad… I don’t usually write MLM fics and don’t read them that much so i’m sorry if it makes no sense sometimes PLS LET ME KNOW (i’m a lesbian sooo this is very much unknown territory to me)

well i kinda wanna rewrite them and publish another ver. where instead of x reader it’s satosugu and bakudeku

Whenever you’d get back home from work, you’d barely be able to close the door behind you before he’s on his hands and knees begging for you to touch him.

And if you have the nerve to dismiss him so that you can as much as put your stuff down, he’ll suddenly stick himself onto your leg and hump it like some horny maniac.

Of course he’s a whimpering and blabbering mess, whining about how ‘he’s gonna be a good boy’ or that ‘he knows you’re tired and promises to do all the work’.

You try so hard to keep your cool but gosh he’s so pretty when he’s begging.

So by the time you’re sat on the couch he’s already stationed in between your thighs, teary eyes looking up at you in expectation.

And all it takes from you is a simple nod before he practically rips your pants and underwear off of you and dives nose first into your cunt.

From then on your apartment is filled with groans and lapping noises, and you can see your boyfriend’s eyes roll to the back of his head from how much he’s missed your taste (mind you the last time he ate you out was like 3 days prior).

And to no one’s surprise, after successfully making you cum, he gets up to reveal soaked sweatpants.

That’s the thing with Satoru. He can never get enough of you. And when he misses you a little too much, all it takes is you under him for him to cum untouched.

Still breathing heavily, you signal him to sit on the couch. And he immediately obliges, not before throwing his clothes off of course.

You straddle him, softly grinding against his upper thigh while gently rubbing the tip of his somehow still rock hard cock.

Maybe it was a bit cruel on your part, but you loved to tease your boyfriend whenever he was like that. And honestly anyone would do the same.

Because who wouldn’t get turned on by him crying and begging to be inside you, big tears dripping from his gorgeous blue eyes down his beautiful pink cheeks.

You continue teasing just for a little bit before sitting up and angling his dick to your entrance and straight up slamming down to take him all at once.

You both immediately adopt a crazy rhythm, room now filled with very lewd moans and cries from the both of you and the loud sound of slapping skin.

He cums pretty fast, quickly followed by you. He fills you up to the brim, shooting loads after loads of semen to the point where it starts overflowing and dripping onto the couch.

You two stay in that position for a while, your face buried in the crook of his neck while he kisses your temple.

That is until you feel a weird feeling coming from your pussy. You look up at Satoru to find him redder than you’d ever seen him.

“Baby…” You start, trying to suppress the growing grin on your face.

Because although your boyfriend is very vocal whenever he’s horny and needy, you were just as bad, if not worse. You were just better at keeping it in.

And from the look of his face and whatever was going on down there, you knew tonight was about to be a lot of fun.

“… Are you hard again?”

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It’d started as an innocent makeout session in his car after dinner, you still in the passenger seat.

He had one hand settled on your jaw, bringing you closer, while yours found its way into his hair, angling him to reach deeper into his mouth.

His other hand then started trailing up your thigh and up your skirt, sliding under the elastic of your panties as his thumb traced gentle circles onto your hip.

You shifted ever so slightly in your seat in an attempt to get physically closer to him, making him giggle inside your mouth.

You pulled away at the sound, looking at him a little confused because you had no idea what he was smirking so hard for.

His eyes never leaving yours, one of his hands went to the side of his seat to make it slide back before gently tapping on his thigh, signalling you to hop on.

Your heart was racing, this was so hot. So you didn’t waste another second and climbed over to straddle him, soaked panties now pressing against his clothed erection.

Your breath hitched at the contact while he groaned, hands once again trailing up your thighs to settle on your waist as he started leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

You were totally enjoying yourself, a whine escaping you as your date nibbled at your skin, hips mindlessly grinding on top of him, searching for that friction you so desperately needed.

You felt him grin against you, and both his hands suddenly tensed up and stopped your motion with such strength you thought it’d likely bruise later.

“Now, baby. If you wanted it that bad, you should’ve just said so.” He looked at you with blazing eyes, and you could tell he was just as hungry as you were.

Before you could reply anything, you hear a small zipping sound coming from below you. And sure enough, once you look down, you’re met with what you could only describe as a monster of a dick.

No way you were surviving this, you thought to yourself as you took in the sight. And it was like he’d read your mind.

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out, darling…” Feigning sadness and disappointment, a playful pout on his face, Sukuna was nonetheless searching for your eyes, for a sign to know whether to continue or not.

You swallowed, hard. You grabbed the base of his cock and began moving your hand up and down as you finally met his gaze, and his face instantly softened, a familiar grin forming.

He threw his head back slightly, groaning at the way you were slowly jerking him off, motion teasingly stopping from time to time, hoping for a reaction out of him.

When his eyes met yours once again, he looked like a completely different person, eyebrows furrowed and gaze filled with neediness.

You obviously took it as a sign to stop messing around. So you sat up a bit, pushed your panties to the side before angling yourself right over his throbbing dick, your slick dripping down on it from how turned on you were.

But just when you were going to softly go back down, you were suddenly slammed with a huge force, causing you to let out a guttural scream.

An avalanche of curse words from the both of you filled the car as you both struggled to breathe properly.

He was filling you up so good, and you were squeezing just right around him. You stayed still for a while to take in the feeling before he started to gently move you up and down his length, grip painfully hard (in such a good way though) on your hips.

No one had ever hit this deep inside you before, so you’d never known it was possible to feel this good. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as very lewd moans escaped your lips with each thrust.

Sukuna’s head was buried in the crook of your neck, each vibration of his groans travelling all the way down your body, making your walls flutter even more around him.

It was so good, which is why a whine of disappointment instantly came out of your mouth when his hand were suddenly off of you and he’d stopped matching your rhythm.

Just then you heard the sound of the engine go off, complete pulling you out of your daze. What the hell was he doing???

Once again, like he’d read your mind, he answered your question.

“You’re way too good for this, y’know?” He started, reversing the car from the spot you were parked in onto the road before flooring the gas pedal.

“Hold on tight yea? We’ll be at my place in 10, no, 5. And I promise to fuck you proper.” He purred into your ear as he gently slapped your ass.

So that was how you’d ended up with your date reaching the deepest parts of your cunt while swerving on the highway, which was not how you’d imagined your night would go at all.

And although his last sentence very much sounded like a threat coming from him, a part of you wished he’d go even faster than he already was.

With the way his cock was already filling you up so nice and hitting all your good spots, you just couldn’t wait for him to fuck you senseless, even if it meant not being able to do anything for the next couple of days.

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Pairing : Gojo Satoru X Reader

Description : You're an art major needing to sketch a nude male model of your choice for your final assignment, and your sexy situationship volunteers to help. Surely nothing's going to happen, right?

Tags! MDNI Fem reader insert ; University AU ; Situationship to Dating ; Submissive Satoru ; Virgin Satoru ; Loss of virginity (his) ; He cums fast ; Begging ; Pet names ; Nude Modeling ; Oral Sex (fem receiving) ; Cowgirl Position ; He's down bad for you ; Happy ending

Word count : 7.7k

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The end of the semester was getting closer, and you find yourself getting slightly nervous thinking about finals, which were obviously also coming up.

But, in way, you were also relieved, because it meant you would finally be able to take a much needed break from university, homework, studying, and the grind of trying to be a great student.

You had deserved it, working so hard for months, and finally seeing the end of it. You were finally going to be able to chill — maybe treat yourself to a shopping spree or a spa day, you thought — finally take good care of yourself.

While walking from your apartment to campus, which is around a 10 minute walk, you try to think of what your professor was going to give you as your final assignment for this semester’s class.

You had just started at this university after attempting a degree in business and management, which was unsuccessful as you were nowhere near interested in the field, you had just chosen by default.

You had then decided that if you were going to have to go through college, it might as well be worth it and enjoyable for you. Which is how you ended up here, about to wrap up your first semester studying art.

You had always loved drawing, whether it be doodles in your notebooks in high school, to all the way back in preschool when your would come home with 10 different colourful paintings you had produced throughout the day.

If someone were to ask you about the one thing that truly gets you going, art would be your immediate answer. It was versatile, truly beautiful, came in all shapes and colours, and was one of the only ways in which you could properly express yourself.

This whole first semester had been focusing on realism — more specifically portraits, face-focused most of the time.

So it came to no surprise when your professor started explaining the assignment by telling you and your classmates you would be expected to produce multiple sketches representing a person, in a realistic way of course.

What made you swallow hard was the form it was supposed to take : a full-body nude portrait of the male model of your choice. Nude… Male model… You were fucked.

After class, you headed outside, and sat under a tree, thoughts clashing through your head. How the hell were you going to achieve this?

You were quite good when it came to drawing face portraits — your professor’s words, not yours — but most of the time, your sketches were of women, because it just came easier to you, considering you had practiced by drawing yourself. So everything about this assignment came as a challenge to you.

Full-body, nude, a man… How were you even going to find a willing model?

Just then, as if the universe heard you think, you heard a familiar chuckle coming from right in front of you.

You look up to meet the most recognisable pair of eyes there is — bright blue so captivating you just might feel like drowning if you stared to long into them — with a few strands of this milky white hair slightly covering them. And, of course, how could you forget about those sinfully shiny lips sitting beautifully around that signature grin.

Satoru Gojo, the campus’ sex-symbol, in all his fame and glory, standing so close his feet were touching yours.

“Could almost see steam comin’ outta your ears with how hard you were thinkin’, sweetie” he says, crouching down to level with you, before getting closer. “And you might wanna unfurrow those brows ‘fore you get wrinkles” he purrs, caressing his thumb in between your brows as if to try and straighten your skin under it. “What’s got you all worked up?”

“Jus’ got my final assignment, I hate it” you respond as you swat his hand away from your face, earning a sarcastic ow! from his mouth.

“Now, now, princess… What a strong word. What could it possibly be that you ‘hate’ it so much?” he teasingly asks, although you still notice the slight switch in his tone, perhaps genuine surprise.

You sigh gently “Here, read the paper he gave us” you reply while handing him the instruction sheet the professor gave you at the end of class. “Now I gotta find a model that’ll put up with me practising for hours as he stands butt naked in front of me” you mutter, mostly to yourself, while Satoru finishes reading.

As soon as he’s done, his gaze quickly goes back to meet yours, piercing right through you, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, making you shiver. “I’ll do it”

…Huh?

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You remembered meeting Satoru Gojo like it was yesterday.

You had been a student at this new university for a week now, only having talked to a few girls in your class once, trying to get acquainted.

They had mentioned a party happening over the weekend as a way to ‘celebrate the start of the school year’ at a certain Gojo’s place.

You’d caught his name once or twice while walking around campus and heard all sorts of myths about him, how he was ‘basically a god’ and ‘it was just unfair to be this good-looking’.

You didn’t think too much of it, I mean surely they were exaggerating, right..?

You arrived at the party a bit late, as you had found yourself struggling to find something to wear. It was just a party, yes, but it was also going to be your official introduction to many people here, so might as well make a good first impression.

As soon as you entered, you were immediately swarmed by people from the overflowing state of the room.

You contemplated turning around at the sight, but decided otherwise because this might be the last time you actually have time to do anything fun.

Luckily, you were able to push through the little crowd of people, and the apartment wasn’t actually as filled as it seemed, there were just a lot of people agglomerated close to the door for some reason.

Finally being able to take a good look at your surrounding, your first instinct is to look for the kitchen to get yourself a drink, only to be greeted by … a chest?

A dizzyingly strong scent of cologne hitting you hard, you can’t help but look up to meet a big out-of-this-world pair of blue eyes analysing you, slightly hidden behind some white bangs.

“And who might you be, princess?” Words come out of the man’s mouth, grinning at you, as if you were the most pathetic being he had set his eyes on.

And just then and there you knew you wouldn’t even need to ask him the question in return, because there he was, right in front of you, this party’s famously handsome host.

And goodness it makes you realise that no, the other students were not exaggerating when comparing him to some kind of mystical creature that had found its way on this planet.

Seeing you seemingly lost in his gaze, he slowly bends down so that you faces are just inches apart to properly introduce himself.

“ ‘m Satoru Gojo, y’know? This is my lil’ party” he starts off, eyeing you up and down, enjoying the view. “You new or sum? Think I’d remember seeing an angel like you” he continues as he flashes a pearly white smile.

You finally snap out of it, taking a step back because hell was he close. “Uh-yea, that’s right, I just enrolled here” you finally manage, earning a soft chuckle from the man in front of you. Why the hell was he even talking to you right now?

With you avoiding to even look in his direction, he tries to get your attention back. “How ‘bout I get you a drink, yea?” extending a hand towards you, signalling you to take it and follow him.

You look back at him and nod, and you feel your face getting hotter. God, why were you getting so flustered over this, this isn’t like you.

He leads you to the kitchen, only letting go of your hand to get you a beer from the fridge. Ugh, you didn’t even like beer, but you’d take anything if it meant not acting as embarrassing as you were right now.

You decide to stay in the kitchen, hoping this Gojo guy would go back to whatever he was doing before you got here.

But no, quite surprisingly, he stayed next to you, drinking his own beer while trying to make conversation with you. And it was not that bad.

You had expected him to be like all those other ‘frat bros’ that you’d hooked up with once or twice when you were really desperate for some action. You thought he’d be boring, empty-headed and would spend all night talking about how amazing he is and how all the girls would kill to be in your place right now.

Of course he was sometimes obnoxious, and flirty in a very blunt and overly sexy way, but you actually were able to hold a decently interesting conversation with him. You even bonded over Digimon of all things.

After a few drinks in, you find yourself basically cornered. You hadn’t moved much, but him? He was right in front of you, just a few inches away from you, one hand settled right next to where you were now seated on the counter and another one on your… thigh?

You hadn’t even felt it before, but now that you’d noticed it, it felt like it was burning the shape of his hand on your skin. Your ears suddenly got all red, and he noticed, interrupting whatever tangent he was on to follow you gaze.

He started moving it higher up your dress, getting dangerously close to your panties, his grin growing larger on his face.

You grab his hand before it goes any further, and he whines, his face now harbouring a little pout. Cute.

His wrist still in your grasp, he slowly steps closer, one of his legs separating your thighs until he’s standing dangerously close to you.

You feel his other hand start moving, his gaze following its movements up your hips to then grab onto you waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You feel his eyes burning through your face, but you don’t look back at him just yet.

Feeling cocky, you finally let go of his hand, which immediately finds its way to your ass, yours both deciding to slide up his torso as you follow their movement with your eyes, earning a small hiss from Gojo.

Your hands end up wrapped around his neck, and you finally look straight at him, noticing the faint pink colour of his cheeks.

Not a single word is spoken, yet the way you look at each other says a lot more, a mix of lust and pure hunger pouring out of your eyes.

His gaze falters, looking down ever so slightly to admire your glossy parted lips, making you giggle.

“Eyes up here, pretty boy” you purr, one of your hands now gently lifting up his head until your eyes meet again. And that’s all it took for him.

His lips are suddenly crashing onto you like a hungry madman, tongue already trying to make its way to yours. And you oblige him, opening you mouth and angling you face until it reaches the back of your throat.

He lets out a deep guttural groan into your mouth, as you unsuccessfully try to muffle a moan “Mmmh- Gojo~”

His hands all over you, fondling every curve of your body as if to memorise it. You were so perfect right there all for him.

One of your hands makes its way into his white locks, pulling softly, secretly hoping to hear another lewd sound come out of him. “Hngh-ah, princess…” Success!

Your tongues clash against one another like some kind of wrestling match, exchanging your saliva so violently it started to pool out the corners of your mouths.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this, you taste so divinely good it’s actually unfair.

You chuckle against his lips and he realises he may have said that last thought out loud. But that doesn’t stop him, and he tries to step closer to you, if that’s even possible.

He nips at your bottom lip, and yet another moan escapes your throat, making its way all the way down there. Fuck, he might actually cream his pants if this goes on any longer.

Pulling him closer, you feel the heat of something hard against your inner thigh, and you think you might just faint right there. He’s a fucking menace.

You two finally pull apart, foreheads still stuck together, looking fiercely into each other’s eyes, chests moving fast as you both try to regain your breath.

Crash!

Just as you both were about to say something, a loud sound echoes, pulling you out of your trance. Talk about bad timing.

Gojo sighs, rolling his eyes before planting a small peck against your still trembling lips. “Sorry princess, gotta go check this out” he mumbles, breath tickling your ear before he steps back, heading towards the source of the noise.

You suddenly feel cold, still out of breath sitting atop of the kitchen counter, thighs separated and dress threatening to expose your panties to the whole party.

You don’t even remember what the issue even was, all you remember is the emergency evacuation of Gojo’s apartment, and you not even being able to see him again.

Later that night, finally having regained your bed, you relive this unfortunately shortened makeout session over and over again, feeling a heating sensation all over your body.

You shouldn’t think about it too much. I mean, you most definitely weren’t the first he’d done this with, and were most likely not going to be the last, so let’s not make it a big deal.

You fell asleep trying to convince yourself not to care too much, because in the end he was just still just another fuckboy, right? It was just a one time thing, it didn’t mean anything.

And although you might’ve been right, this moment stayed in the back of your mind every time you caught a glimpse of him on campus. And you were almost positive it was the same for him.

Because from this day onward, you two would keep exchanging glances and smiles when running into each other, he’d sometimes wink at you from the other end of the corridor, making the tip of your ears redden.

Heck, he’d even come and hang around with you sometimes when he found you outside doodling, which made your stomach do that weird thing every time. He would sit impossibly close to you, shoulders touching yours, because he apparently ‘liked watching you work your magic’.

He would even ask you from time to time to draw portraits of him, because he was ‘a work of art’ and ‘it would be great practice’ and then you could ‘frame them to put them next to your bed’.

He was charmingly annoying, which made your university experience a tiny bit more enjoyable, but you would never admit that to his face.

But the idea of the Satoru Gojo — the man you silently fantasised about like half of campus — being your model for this project? This was insane.

You should’ve said no, but then again, who else would you even ask? So you agreed, and you’d swear his face started shining so bright it was blinding, as he went on and on about how he’d always dreamed of being your model for one of your portraits.

You grunted, already regretting your decision, and you hand him your phone while turning your head the other way, trying to hide the creeping blush on your cheeks.

“Hurry and write your number before I change my mind” you blurt out.

He chuckles, taking your phone from your hand to create a new contact. “Don’t really see how that has to do with the project…” he starts as he types his number in. “If you wanted my number so bad, you coulda just asked, princess” he teases, gasping as you rip your phone back when he’s done.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Gojo, it’s just so we can set up a session” you deadpan, finally looking back at him.

“ ‘m hurt y’know?” he sulks, standing back up “Thought we were past this last name policy…” he fake sobs, and you can’t stop a smile from forming on your face, making him go back to his usual grinning self.

“I’ll wait for your text boss” he exclaims while turning around “Don’t make me wait too long~” he waves in your direction, practically screaming at this point.

You sigh as you unlock you phone to try and find his number so that you can text him later. And you can’t help but smile a little when you finally see it. Right there in your contact list. So corny.

🩵My Prince Toru 🩵

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It had now been a few days since Gojo became your official model for this project, and yet you didn’t find the time to text him to ask when he was available.

Or maybe you did have the time, and you were just pushing it back, going over the different ways this could go.

But the later you started, the less practice you would be able to get before the deadline.

So you finally decided to text him, hoping he wasn’t too busy, although let’s be honest, he probably wasn’t. You didn’t even know what he was studying, now that you think about it. Whatever, he always skips class either way.

You :

u available rn?

🩵My Prince Toru 🩵 :

Why hello to you too, princess!

I’m good thank u for asking, wby?

Yes I am available! Thanks for texting me in advance about this ;)

You :

lol.

come over

🩵My Prince Toru 🩵 :

So demanding~

Send your address, princess

You :

[address]

hurry

🩵My Prince Toru 🩵 :

yes boss! o7

You sigh as you throw your phone on your couch before slumping on it yourself. You start praying he won’t try to act all high and mighty like he usually does and will actually listen.

You feel heat coming up to your face. Holy shit this is actually happening.

Not even 5 minutes later was there already a faint knock on your door. Already???

You slowly open the door, half expecting him to barge in excitedly. But instead, you’re standing face to face with an uncharacteristically calm Gojo looking extremely out of place.

Strange. Especially with how confident he seemed over text just a few minutes ago.

You signal him to get in before closing the door.

“How the hell did you get here so fast?” you mumble mostly to yourself, genuinely surprised that he didn’t take his sweet time coming over.

“I-uh was in the area from sum else, so…” he responds while setting his coat on one of your chairs. He seems really out of it… What if-

“If you don’t feel like doin’ it anymore it’s fine y’know” you tell him, facing him “I don’t want you to feel pressured I mean I would underst-”

“No no no no!” he cuts you off, stopping himself when realising the eagerness at which he had answered “I’m not backing out”

You can’t help but laugh at his response “Wow! Well since you’re oh so excited, get naked, pretty boy” you tease, winking at him.

And his reaction is priceless to say the least. The grand Satoru Gojo, the walking definition of confidence and sex-appeal, is standing in front of you flushed like you’d never seen him.

He’s usually the one making people end up that way, but gosh what a sight for sore eyes.

But unfortunately if he was gonna be this tense all of a sudden, your sketches were not going to look great.

He needed to chill out, so before he undresses, you make sure he gets comfortable, get him some snacks, make small tallk with him and joke around until he’s back to being a bit more like himself.

You lead him to the bathroom and tell him to come out when he’s ready while you’re going to set up everything you’ll need.

Gojo would be so embarrassed if you saw how he hypes himself up in front of your bathroom mirror. But right now this is not his biggest issue.

“Dude, I’m begging you, do NOT get hard” he murmur to himself “You better not embarrass yourself in front of her or you can kiss her beautiful face goodbye”

God if only you knew how insane you made him. If only you knew how much he’d imagined this very moment these past few days. If only you knew how much he wanted, no, needed you.

“C’mon my man” he slaps his cheeks with both hands looking at his reflexion in the mirror. “Put on a show, you’re good at that”

And with that, he barges out of the bathroom, completely bare, and you feel like your stomach is going to explode.

Both of you red in the face as you look at each other, you fight the urge not to look him up and down, you’ll have the chance to later anyway.

You point at the empty space across from where you were seated. “Do you mind standing there please?” you say after clearing your throat to break the menacing silence that had set in.

He moves without saying a word until he’s just a few steps away from you.

“Alright! Let’s get started” you say while laying back on your chair “Do not move unless i tell you to, got it?”

“Yes boss”

And thus your first session officially started, although it was mostly just a practice round to see what you could do and what you needed to work on.

But having Gojo as your model was turning out easier than you thought, because one of the things you struggled with the most when drawing bodies was the muscles. However, considering how buff yet toned he was, it was actually not that bad.

You let your eyes wander around his upper body. Your mind immediately imagining how great it would feel if he headlocked you with one of his biceps right here. Or how nice it would be to bite one of those huge pecs who seemed so incredibly soft.

Your eyes trail down to his legs, purposefully avoiding that one part in the middle, for now. Gosh how you’d drop everything to get crushed in between those thighs. You feel your cheeks getting redder by the minute.

He seems to notice the way your gaze lingers far too long and starts tensing up a bit, pulling you out of your little daydreaming seance.

“Gojo, can you unclench your muscles? It messes everything up” You catch his eyes, and can’t help but notice how red his ears are.

“Y-Yes, sorry” he breathes out. You smile softly at him, silently letting him know it was all good. “But please, stop calling me that, I’m literally standing here naked for you” he sulks.

“Alright, alright. Sorry, Satoru” you laugh and you can visibly see him soften just by the way you said his name.

You shift in your chair, asking him to take different poses, as you slightly move so you can see him in different angles, and before you know it, you’ve been at it for more than an hour.

You stop for a bit, going through your sketchbook, and you finally take in everything you managed to work on already.

“You must be cold, take a small break. There’s a blanket on the couch, go wrap yourself in it” you throw at him.

And that’s all he needed because he bolts for the couch and snuggles in the blanket. He then wraps it around his waist before sprawling himself on your sofa.

“D’ya want sum to eat?” you ask as you get yourself a snack from your pantry.

“ ‘m good thanks.” he responds.

You make your way to the couch and sit next to him. But of course he ends up taking a bite of your snack the second you gesture it towards his mouth.

“Can I see the sketches, princess?” he quietly requests “Wanna see how good of a model I’ve been”

You stand up to go get your sketch book before sitting back down next to him, shoulders brushing against one another. You hand it to him, fingers accidentally touching, lingering a few seconds longer than they should’ve before he opens it.

It was like having a kid next to you, just straight up gasping every time he turned a page, stroking his own ego by going on and on about how sexy and muscular he looked, glazing himself for a good 10 minutes.

He finally goes quiet, and when you go to grab your sketch book back, he snatches your hand, making you look him in the eyes.

“You’re so talented, princess” he beams, and your lips instinctively turn into a small smile as you start blushing.

Your faces now only inches apart, your mind takes you back to that one night at the beginning of the semester.

You start getting closer to him without really realising, now feeling his heavy breath on your face, heart beating fast.

And as you lean in, he suddenly springs up from the couch, mumbling something about needing to pee before sprinting off towards your bathroom.

Had you done something wrong? Had you misread the signs?

Meanwhile, inside your bathroom, Satoru is an absolute mess. To say he’s embarrassed is an understatement.

How can he, the Satoru Gojo, seriously be hard right now. The same guy that had an average of two girls in his arms per party, always begging for even one drop of his attention.

Yet you hadn’t even touched him and this was the state he was in? He was done for.

He considered jerking off very quickly before getting back, because he knew that when thinking about you, it would be a matter of minutes.

But he knew how loud he could be, especially when it came to you, who was just in the other room, probably thinking he had some kind of issue.

But what else was he supposed to do, really? Just come back out there with a boner and pray you don’t kick him out? Or just get dressed in here and pretext something to be able to leave?

If he chose the latter, he thinks he’d never be able to face you again. But if he’s just honest, maybe you’ll laugh, or maybe you’ll … help him out?

He was out of options honestly. So, with every ounce of courage he had left in his body, he unlocks the door and walks out.

And there you were, staring right at him, just not at his eyes.

You honestly think you’ve gone mad. Satoru fucking Gojo, the object of all your deepest desires, was standing in your apartment with what seems to be a now throbbingly hard cock.

That one part of his body you’d been trying so hard to get past all afternoon. That one part you’d noticed was quite imposing, but now, that was just downright ridiculous.

“L-Look, I-uh, it kinda happened out of nowhere, and-” he blabbers out as he continues to ramble out all kinds of excuses, anything to convince you it was not what it looked like.

“Satoru.”

He freezes, trying to figure out whether you were mad or not. Only then did he notice how red your face was, and how your eyes on him were practically burning holes in his skin.

You look him straight in the eyes and then…

“Sit.”

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You were basically pinning him down on the couch, Satoru sat under you.

One of your hands was supporting yourself on the cushion behind him while the other started tracing lines on his jaw before settling behind his neck.

He was flushed under you, confused as to how he’d ended up like this, at your mercy. Yet he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare to touch you, not yet. He hadn’t earned it.

“Satoru?” you murmur, now only inches away from his face.

He hums, cheeks getting redder and redder, struggling to breathe properly, not-so-subtly trying to get closer to you, gaze set on your lips.

“Words, pretty boy. Use your words” you purrs, slightly pulling away as he whines softly “If you want it that bad, you gotta learn to ask for it”

“I-Please” You arch a brow, not quite convinced yet “Please, princess, I n-need you”

Cute. All these lonely nights when you’d imagined this moment, you’d never thought he’d be so demanding.

You’d like to tease him a bit longer, but maybe you’ll save it for later today. Because right now, you needed him just as bad.

You crash your lips onto his, so hard your teeth make a noise as they clash together, and suddenly he’s gone.

How he’d missed this sweet taste of yours, but he needs more. Gliding his tongue on your lips, asking permission, and you let him.

Oh that mischievous tongue of his, instantly finding yours and intertwining them together, while his hands finally roam your body, one pulling your head closer while the other settles on your hip, playing with your shirt.

A low growl escapes his lips as your hands trail down his torso all the way to his abs, and Satoru thinks he might lose it.

His hand goes up under your shirt to explore your back, just for him to discover you’re not wearing a bra, gasping into your mouth as you let out a lewd moan, which echoes through his body all the way to his already twitching cock.

He genuinely almost came when you parted with his mouth, only to leave a trail of open mouthed kisses along his jaw before reaching his neck.

His smell was captivating, his cologne still lingering as you inhaled it all, before slightly nipping at his neck, forcing a sound out of him that made your core tingle.

“Princess, please jus-hngh” he manages out as your hand finally reaches his aching length.

“Words, Toru~” you remind him as your hand barely wraps around his cock, waiting for him to enunciate his needs.

However, it’s already too much for him, and the way you just said his name just threw him over the edge. “Ah-Fuck… Hngh… Princ-”

Before you know it, he’s already cumming all over himself, thick white stripes painting his upper body, and some landing on your hand as his hips jerk against it, guiding him through his orgasm.

As his body slowly stops twitching, still heavily breathing, you take in the sight in front of you.

Satoru Gojo, of all people, just came right there on your couch, only from kissing you. What the hell.

You scoff, removing your hand from his somehow still hard cock. “Well, for someone so experienced, I’d never imagined you cumming so easily” you teasingly say, looking back at his face.

But he looks … off. Like you said something wrong. His face becomes impossibly redder, as his eyes look everywhere except back at you.

And then it hits you. No way.

A smirk grows on your lips, a finger slowly trailing up and down his torso as his dick starts twitching again. “Toru~ Don’t tell me…”

Gulp. Only now does he look at you, his eyes filled with something new.

“Please, princess” he begs, puppy eyes directed straight at you “I’ll let you tease me all you want jus-” his hand going from your back to your front to cup a breast “T-Teach me?”

You think your heart might have just done a flip as you feel your whole body getting hotter, and your cunt getting wetter. Gosh he looked so hot when he acted all needy.

You bend down slightly, just enough to plant a light kiss on his lips before playfully biting his lower lip, making a low moan escape from his body.

“You got to enjoy yourself a bit” you start whispering in his ear, slowly grinding your hips from where you were now straddling his lap “It’s only fair you give it back, right?”

He excitedly nods, understanding exactly what you asked for.

Both hands now firmly on your hips, he effortlessly flips you two over, now having you sitting under him on the couch before dropping to his knees, his eyes never leaving yours.

You think you could die right here at the sight of Satoru in between your thighs, so eager and waiting for your command.

And all you needed to do was nod your head once before your sweatpants are thrown to god knows where, revealing your lacy light blue panties you’d decided to wear ‘just in case’.

Satoru thought he’d came a second time, grinning and raising an eyebrow, taking in the work of art exposed just a few inches away from his face.

You were dripping wet, your panties two diffrent colours from the slick oozing out of you.

His princess, all pretty and wet just for him, he thought, mouth watering.

A moan escapes you from the way he’s eyeing your covered cunt, so close you can feel his hot breath on it. “T-Toru-” A hand reaching out to firmly grip at his now messy hair.

He takes this as a sign to proceed, pressing his tongue flat on the wet surface, giving it a good lick from the bottom to the top before ripping your panties off of you as they also fly away somewhere out of your sight.

Satoru wraps his hands around your thighs to bring them closer to him, gaze rapidly switching from your throbbing cunt to your flushed face.

“Use me, princess” he pleads, eyes never leaving you “Show me how to make you feel good”

The facade now completely dropped, and you stared at the so-called playboy of the campus, now all to yourself. He was begging for just a taste of your body, surprisingly inexperienced, ready to follow your lead.

Feeling your fluids starting to drip on your couch, you don’t lose another second and bring Satoru’s face straight in between your lips.

Just one taste and he was already addicted, now lapping at your wet cunt as to not waste a single drop.

You tasted so sweet, so much better than he could’ve ever imagined during all those lonely nights.

…No way he just said that out loud, you thought, gasping loudly, breath hitching as you try pulling him impossibly closer.

Your hand was gripping his hair so hard you might rip it out, as you move it ever so slightly to have his nose pressing onto your clit, thighs trembling around his head.

“S-So good-hngh, Toru” you exclaim, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his lips were now around that sensitive bud, sucking hard. “Y-You sure th-this is your-ha first t-time?”

He hums against your throbbing cunt, vibrations echoing through your body, tongue now making its way to your entrance, teasing. “What can I say, pr-princess, I’m a fast learner”

That man has the audacity to look you in the eyes and wink as he slides his tongue inside you, while one of his hands travels up your thigh to slowly reach your clit.

What a show-off, maybe deep inside this personality he had taken on had an ounce of truth to it.

Nonetheless, you noticed how flushed he was against you, and caught a glimpse of his red cock, precum practically pouring down that one vein on the side. He was close too.

“Hngh-Toru” you’re grinding your hips against his face at this point, his thumb getting faster on your clit. “S-So clo-ah-close”

He takes it as a sign to pick up the pace, tongue fucking you intensely.

He has one hand grounding your shaky thigh as the other speeds up again until you’re basically screaming Satoru’s name at the top of your lungs. You were going to have to avoid your neighbours at all cost.

“Cum for me, princess” he’s not asking, he’s pleading “I n-need more”

He groans against you and suddenly you’re gone, thighs pressing his face in between them, suffocating.

He wouldn’t mind his head exploding from the pressure right now if it meant dying while tasting your sweet release in his mouth.

You grip his hair harder, if that’s even possible, dragging his face between your folds as he drinks you up, easing you through your peak.

Finally looking down at him, you notice it, that white streak dripping down your couch. He’d came too, just from eating you out.

Breath still heavy, heart beating so fast it might come out of your chest, you blurt out the only thing you can manage.

“Up”

He literally jumps up on his feet, sweat dripping down his body, awaiting your next instruction.

You slowly but surely get up, getting closer to him until your body brushes against his.

Your hand travels from his pelvis to his chest, palm now flat on his pecs, you start pushing him backwards.

He wonders where you're leading him, little smirk harbouring his slick covered lips, until the back of his knees hits something. Something soft.

His back hits the mattress as you climb on top of him, mouth trailing open mouth kisses, up, and up, and up. Abs, chest, collarbones, neck.

You bite, before licking the spot to soften the pain. He whines under you, head spinning as he realises what is going on.

Your mouth now making its way on his jawline until your face is less than an inch away from his face.

Finally, it was happening. Finally.

He was so cute, hands trembling in the air, not touching you, not knowing what to do.

So you take the lead, grabbing each of his wrists to have them grip your waist.

You plant a small kiss on his lips as a way to reassure him, as you could tell he was stressing out over this.

God, you still could believe he was a virgin. How ironic.

“Just follow my rhythm, hmm?” You try your best to seem confident, but hell, you were just as scared.

I mean, just right there under you was what seemed like a monster, probably twice as big as anything you’d ever taken before.

How were you even going to fit on this???

You had to take things slow anyway, because you were afraid this man just might die under you if you didn’t.

You grab his dick in your hand, sliding its tip through your folds to make your slick dribble on it, hoping it would help when inserting it.

Satoru is already moaning, and you hope he won’t cum as easily as he had before.

Angling his cock right at your entrance, you hiss as you begin to get down on it.

It was already tearing you apart, and it was only a quarter in. Because not only was it achingly long, it was also abnormally girthy.

But you persevere, taking him in inch by inch, each movement forcing a moan out of you.

You felt so full, and yet he was only halfway in.

Suddenly, you feel his hands on your waist getting tighter, so much so you knew it would leave bruises, and before you know it, he’s pushing you down his length.

“Hngh-Fuck Toru, ‘s too bi-ah-big” you force out, tears forming in your eyes, a mix of pain and pleasure going through your veins.

“ ’m sorry-hngh, princess” he mumbles while kissing your temple “Jus’ a bit m-more, ‘mkay?”

With one last movement of your hips, you feel some hair tickling your pelvis, your ass finally meeting his thighs.

You sigh, breath coming out all shaky, already feeling overwhelmed by the way he was reaching every corner of your insides, all the way to your cervix.

He thought he’d came right there at the feeling of your walls trembling all around him. So tight, so hot, all for him.

It’s not long before you start to feel movement, maybe not intentional, but a slight thrust of his hips, making your eyes roll back.

You ground yourself, setting both hands on his shoulders, nails digging in for more support, as you started going up and down in slow deliberate movements.

You were driving him insane, and you knew it.

You noticed the way he was looking at you, gaze begging for more. And well, maybe it’s because you didn’t have the will to tease him anymore, but you gave in.

You continue riding him, this time faster, almost pulling out before crashing right back down on his length.

“Ugh-Hngh prin-ha-princess” he whines out, eyes now watery “M-More”

And before you even get to respond, he’s the one slamming you down on his cock, bucking up his hips while pulling you down until your ass makes a loud clap! against his thighs.

“Ha-Fuck, Toru” Walls fluttering around his twitching dick, your nails dig in deeper into his shoulders to the point where he might have started bleeding.

But you couldn’t tell with the way he was ramming into you so fiercely.

Your bedroom was now filled with a mix of loud moans of both of your names, claps of your ass slamming down and squelchs coming from your abused cunt.

Satoru reaches up, mouth wrapping around one of your nipples bouncing so gracefully in front of him, nipping and sucking, sending you deeper into your spiraling pleasure.

You couldn’t even feel the pain of his dick splitting you apart anymore, overshadowed by your incoming orgasm, and he could feel it too.

Your insides starting to twitch, your body trembling more and more around him, he thought he might pass away at the sight of your face, so pretty, tears now streaming down your cheeks, mouth wide open screaming obscenities in between cries of his name.

His abuse of your cunt doesn’t falter, rhythm uneven but fast, cock twitching at every sound and praise coming out of your mouth.

“Princ-ah-princess, c-can I-“ he was seconds away from bursting, dick aching as he waits for your approval.

“Hngh-wait f-for me, T-Toru” you grunt “Wou-Wouldn’t want m-me to-fuck be left hun-mmh-hungry for more?” you whisper against his ear.

But you knew how dangerously close you were also getting.

With a frustrated moan escaping his quavering lips, one of his hands leaves its settlement on you hip to toy with your clit, making you jolt in pleasure.

“Oh my g-god, baby” he gasps at the name, breath catching in his throat “ ‘m so cl-close”

He speeds up on your swollen bud, his girth rearranging your inside as you’re only seconds away from your climax.

“Fuck-ah Toru, cummin cummin cumm-” you cry out as your whole body starts violently trembling, reaching down to bite his shoulder in an attempt to muffle the lewd sound coming out of you.

Satoru barely even slows down, cumming at the same time as you, the feeling of your walls twitching around him sending him over the moon.

He continues to thrust into you, guiding you both through your peaks.

His cum is now painting your insides white as he fucks it deeper into you, some of it already dripping down your thighs.

Finally regaining your senses, he slows down, holding you so tight in his arms, like he’s afraid to let go.

As your grip on his shoulders finally loosens up, he turns gently, you still in his arms, so that you’re now both laying on the bed, your head now laying on his sweaty chest.

He doesn’t pull out yet though, still wanting to feel you everywhere on him.

“You sure that was your first time?” you break the silence, still a bit out of breath, looking up to meet his eyes. “ ‘Cause this was-”

“The best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” he cuts you off, back to his teasing self, eyebrows quickly raising twice to accompany his little grin.

Maybe it was, but you would never admit it to his face. So you just roll your eyes while huffing.

But if he was going to be cocky about it, you had to remind him who was actually in charge.

“So, ready for round two, pretty boy?”

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So yeah, not much had been done that day, at least assignment wise.

But lucky for you, your now boyfriend had all the time in the world for you, so you were able to have plenty more ‘sessions’, some more productive than others.

But being able to work with Satoru as a model was the best possible thing that could’ve happened.

You were able to perfect your ability to draw manlier figures, although you’d only ever sketched his face and body, but other ones couldn’t be much different, right?

He was your number one fan, throwing around praises like it was as natural as breathing, which only made you more confident in your skills.

The deadline grew closer, but according to Satoru, ‘there was no way you’d get anything less than a perfect score, because look at this beautiful model you had’.

You, in fact, did not get a perfect score, because let’s be real, art professors never gave perfect grades, because ‘everything can always be improved’.

But it was more than decent, which was enough for you.

Not for Satoru though, who you had to pry off your professor when he jumped him in the corridor, chewing his ear off about how your work was better than anything Picasso had ever produced.

He grumbled, telling you you should’ve let him speak his truth, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the whole situation.

You two looked at each other, sharing a kick kiss before parting ways, him ‘going’ to whatever class he had as you did too.

Maybe university wasn’t all that bad, after all.

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PS : this is a repost!

Note : HELLOOOO!!! I wanna apologise if any mistakes remain in this, i tried my hardest to correct them. Also bear in mind that english isn't my first language so if anything sounds a bit shit that's why lol.

Also if you're an art major and this made no sense, pls pretend it does lol i have no idea how it works i just had an idea and a dream.

Hope you enjoyed, and do tell if you wanna see some more work from me in the future, this is, this first fic i ve written since 2021 so i promise I'll get better overtime.

Pairing : Bakugo Katsuki X Reader

Description : You were now close to entering the top 10 of pro heroes, which obviously led to fame and everything that came with it — merch, fans, and even a stalker. But is it really stalking if you constantly seek his attention?

Tags!MDNI Fem reader insert ; Alternate Universe ; Slight angst at the end; Stalker Bakugo ; Alternative Bakugo ; He has a lot of piercings ; Pet names ; Mutual Pining ; Masturbation ; Oral Sex (fem receiving) ; Tongue Fucking ; Missionary ; Cowgirl position ; He’s massive ; He’s inexperienced ; He cums fast ; He’s lowkey submissive ; He fell first AND harder ; Happy ending

Content Warning! Voyeurism ; Stalking

Word count: 7.4k

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You couldn’t exactly remember when it had started, when you’d finally noticed him, somehow always at the same place as you at the same time.

You’d been climbing up the ranks of the hero rankings steadily for the past 3 years now, getting closer to the top 10.

It had now been around a year since you’d left your position as the number 1 hero’s sidekick to become independent and open your own agency.

And with the growing fame obviously came the fanbase — more merch, autograph signings during patrol, letters from admirers — everything you’d ever dreamed of.

Your favourite part was scrolling around on social media and seeing edits and fanart of you, you felt so proud of yourself and the community following you.

Whenever you came across posts praising your work on your latest missions or defending you from those few haters you had, it brought you so much joy.

And you began to notice that most of these posts came from the same account — your self-proclaimed number 1 fan.

It was anonymous, no face or information behind it whatsoever, could just be anyone out there. And you grew more and more curious every time one of their posts found its way onto your feed.

You had to know who they were, but not make it obvious, because they probably didn’t show themselves for a reason.

So every patrol, mission, and even day off, you became more aware of your surroundings, analysing each and every face you came across.

This approach turned out more successful than you’d expected. Because as a few weeks passed, your eyes always found a familiar figure somewhere.

Never too close, but still close enough to watch your every move. Never truly looking your way, at least not when turned towards him. But always there.

You couldn’t know for sure he was the one behind the account. I mean, he could just be some crazy stalker, but for some reason even that didn’t scare you as much as it should.

Because you wouldn’t complain about having him as a stalker, honestly. He was just your type.

He seemed to have some kind of emo or alternative influence to his style, face and ears heavily pierced and black eyeliner smudged under his crimson eyes. His hair was blonde and so spiky it looked like he’d just gotten hit by a bunch of explosives.

But he also looked a bit nerdy, glasses occasionally slipping down the bridge of his nose and always scribbling something in a worn out notebook.

He wore baggy clothes, although they did an awful job at concealing how jacked he was under his large shirt — broad shoulders and biceps that you’d drooled at more than you’d like to admit.

Whether fan or stalker, you were quite shocked someone like him took interest in you.

Your suspicions of this mysterious man being the one being that fan account confirmed themselves on a random Tuesday afternoon, during your patrol routine.

You were walking down a street when you crashed into someone at exactly 2:30pm. You remembered the exact time because you'd just seen a clock, and thought about how the end of your shift was coming up.

You’d been chatting with some fans and laughing while still walking, not looking once in the direction you were going to.

There was a loud Thud! in front of you and you looked down to find him. Gosh he was so much more attractive up close.

He frantically picked up his glasses and notebook, not looking back at you, before standing up.

He bowed lightly and looked like he was thinking about making a run for it, before you grabbed his forearm.

“Are you alright, sir?” You worriedly asked him as you noticed a little speck of blood on the palm of his hand. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve been looking where I was going…”

He finally looked up to meet your gaze, beautiful ruby eyes staring deep into you, emotion quite hard to decipher.

“S’alright, m’at fault too.” He mumbled, and you noticed the top of his ears getting red.

He noticed the way you were looking at him with so much concern, looking all cute as you brushed the dust off of his hands, and his mouth blabbered on before he could stop himself.

“M’a huge fan, d’ya mind signin’ this f’me please?” He extends his arm to hand you that notebook he always had and a pen, his eyes never leaving you, a beautiful pink hue coloring his cheeks.

“I- Of course!” You exhale softly and smile at him, only making him blush even more. He felt so awkward, but at least he’d made you smile.

You took the pen and notebook from his hand and signed your autograph on the cover, adding a little heart next to it before handing it back to him.

“By the way, what’s your na-”

“Thank you so much! Bye!” He bowed at you with a smile before heading off in the opposite direction he was originally going towards, completely ignoring your question.

And this small and simple interaction was the only thing on your mind during the entire rest of your shift, understandably so.

He was so handsome up close, and you could still picture his perfect eyes as you closed your eyes. A gorgeous scarlet red, long eyelashes and that eyeliner that really tied everything together

And he smelled divine, a sweet hint of caramel that suited him so perfectly, and you felt like his scent lingered around you long after he was gone.

He was all you could think about, and it was driving you insane. Every thought got bolder by the minute, and you felt like a teenage girl having her first crush.

You had to change your thoughts, because you were afraid that anyone around you may have a mind reading quirk and pin you as some horny freak.

So naturally, once you finally got home a few hours later, cozied up under your bed covers, you started aimlessly scrolling on your different apps, hoping to distract yourself.

That’s when you came across the post, posted at 2:31pm sharp. A photo of a notebook cover you’d recognise anywhere, your hero signature in the middle and a little heart right next to it.

The caption read : “Accidentally bumped into her today! She truly is the sweetest…”

And as soon as you noticed the account this was posted from, you smirked.

Bingo!

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Katsuki remembered exactly when he started obsessing over you. Because from then on, his life had never been the same.

It was very early on in your career, you were working under the number 1 hero’s agency, still unknown and awkward.

His whole building had taken up in flames, and he unfortunately got trapped under the rubble.

He thought that was it, it was the end for him — not that he was complaining because he was kind of over everything at this point, so this would put an end to his misery.

That was until a literal angel burst through the fire and managed to drag him out of there, carrying him on her back.

Angel was almost an understatement, she was so beautiful and gentle, smelled incredibly good despite the overwhelming burning scent all around him.

And when she put him down on a stretcher, looking him in the eyes and softly smiling, he thought he was having a heart attack.

His heart was beating so hard in his chest it might burst through his rib cage, breath catching in his throat at the heavenly sight.

And he never forgot that face again, dreamed of it every single night. He had to find her again.

And one day he ran into you while in patrol. Your shoulders brushed, and he just watched you pass him, completely starstruck and paralysed.

From then on, he had to know all about you — from your identity to your schedule, your past, family, friends, hobbies, your type — everything.

He learned about that one ex you had back in high school, nerdy with piercings.

So, naturally, he instantly booked an appointment for a piercing and started wearing his old glasses again.

He styled his hair into spikes and wore eyeliner, changing his whole wardrobe into something a bit more alternative — exactly following what you’d mentioned you found cool in an interview once.

He had hundreds of alerts on his phone set for when a villain attack would occur in your area, rushing there hoping to see you in action.

And he never missed a single one of your interventions, always watching you from a corner, writing everything you’d achieve into an old middle school notebook of his.

He also started taking videos and pictures of you while saving people and posting them on an anonymous social media page.

He would make a new post daily, always talking about you somehow, like he never ran out of things to mention about his favorite hero.

He was always careful not to be too visible, scared you’d start noticing the way he was constantly around you, and for a while it seemed to work.

His account kept growing as you got more and more famous, which led to you becoming an independent hero.

Of course he was the first to learn about it and relay the information, he was so proud of you, especially since he’d followed you through it all.

Once you got your first brand deal, he instantly got his hands on multiple copies of each product, even if it was makeup he’d never use.

When you got your own merch, he of course had to buy all of it three times — posters, plushies, acrylic stands — until his room was filled with only you.

He’d also figured out where you lived because when you’d finished a mission once, he’d noticed a weird guy walking right behind you, and he’d decided to follow him (and you) to make sure you were safe.

His gut feeling was correct, and once you got home, the guy tried forcing your apartment door open.

So he took the matter into his own hands and went up to him, dragging the weirdo away from your door to beat him up in some alleyway.

In a way, he was your personal bodyguard you didn’t even know you had. Or at least that was what he thought.

Little did he know you had started noticing him for a few weeks now, and had seen him grabbing the guy right at your door through your peephole.

And he for sure piqued your interest, heart beating violently in your chest, butterflies in your stomach as you laid against your door, hands clutching your shirt.

That’s when you started making it obvious that you knew he was there, seeking eye contact at least once after each mission, flashing a cute smile in his direction every time.

He quickly caught on, of course, enjoying every bit of interaction you two had.

A game of mutual pining had now begun, and although it’d started slow, only with lingering looks and intentional shoulder bumps, Katsuki took it to the next level.

Because of course he would, you wouldn’t have expected anything less from him.

You’d had an excruciatingly long day today, like the villains had all gathered and decided to make your life miserable at the same time.

All you wanted was to take a long and burning hot bath before jumping in bed and have the sleep of a lifetime.

However, when you reached your door, something unusual caught your eye.

A bright orange sticky note was on the door, with written on it “You did amazing today, love. Enjoy my little present.”

Although this was the first time it’d ever happened, you knew exactly who this was from. His handwriting was neater than you’d expected, and the little pet name made your heart do somersaults inside your chest.

You were confused about the present part though, as there was nothing near your door, or anywhere in the corridor for that matter.

Maybe he’d bring it later, you thought. So you opened the door, and were instantly hit by a familiar smell : caramel.

Was he just in your apartment? How did he even get in? A series of stupid questions went through your head, because come on, you knew him by now — he was capable of anything and everything.

You headed to where the scent got stronger, which ended up being your bathroom.

Once you opened the door, you were greeted by a filled bathtub, rose petals laid on the floor and a heart shaped towel.

The water was still very hot, like it’d just finished being poured, foam covering the surface in a beautiful white.

He’d also prepared a little tray with some chips and candies — your favorite of course.

And you should be scared, terrified even. Yet your whole body started feeling warm and bubbly.

Because for the first time in forever, someone cared, really cared, about you.

You enjoyed your evening, sprawled out in your hot bath and enjoying your snacks in front of your favorite movie.

Let’s just say you slept like a baby that night.

And when you were patrolling the next day and noticed a glimpse of that spiky blonde head you’d grown to look forward to seeing, you flashed a thankful smile with a nod, and his eyes softened before smiling back.

Not a word was said, yet the look you two exchanged spoke volumes.

After that day, it’d become a regular thing to come home to little sticky notes with nice words and gifts left around your apartment.

It felt like your relationship was so special and intimate, yet so one sided.

I mean, he knew everything about you, while you knew nothing about him, not even his name.

God knows you tried — looking into archives, school records, birth certificates — becoming a literal FBI agent, to no avail.

This man was like a ghost, not even a single hint about who he could be.

You were a very curious gal, and unfortunately quite an obvious one.

You tried following him around, to maybe find out where he lives, if he had friends or anyone who could help you out.

Unfortunately, the stalkee becoming the stalker was damn near impossible when he was the one you were seeking.

Because he always, without fail, noticed you. Making you follow him, taking turn after turn until you completely lost him.

He couldn’t let you have it that easy. So he toyed with you, and loved it.

Whenever you’d lose sight of him, he would still be able to watch you, smirking at your disappointed face whenever you’d head back home.

After another failed attempt, you went back to your apartment, defeated, only to be greeted by yet another sticky note stuck to your door.

“One thing at a time, alright love? But don’t worry, you’ll have your answers soon enough.”

And here you were thinking you were being sneaky…

Your whole body shivered, a smile creeping up your face as you took the note and headed in.

You thought today was one of those days where it was only the note without a gift.

However, once you opened your bedroom door, you were greeted by a cute teddy bear sitting on your bed.

It was blonde with a little leather jacket — comforting you into the idea of who it was from, although who else could it be really.

The bear’s little arms were holding a big red heart, and you noticed a letter embroidered right in the middle of it : K.

K? Was he really finally giving you a hint on his name? This wasn’t much at all, yet it meant the world to you.

You really loved this little enigmatic cat and mouse chase, and part of you wished it’d never end, but then again you really wanted to get to know the guy.

You pounced on the plush to squeeze it in your arms, literally giggling and kicking your feet. It smelled like him too, scent filling your entire room.

You’d be so embarrassed if he saw how much of a fool you acted every time you thought about him — although let’s be honest, he probably already knew.

You set the teddy bear on your nightstand, facing your bed, before getting undressed to hop into the shower.

You’d spent the whole shower thinking about him, each thought getting more lewd by the minute.

The nasty scenarios got even bolder when you came out of your bathroom while getting ready for bed.

And as you were about to slip under the covers, your eyes darted at the plushy sitting innocently at your side.

And you thought a little ‘alone time’ session wouldn’t hurt anyone. I mean, you were surrounded by his scent and turned on from your explicit imagination.

So you sprawled out on top of your bed, sliding your panties down to your ankles as you began harshly massaging your clit.

You were softly moaning out curse words, and this was the moment you really wished you had a name to call out.

As you continued spreading your slick along your folds, your head mindlessly turned to look at the newest gift from the man that was driving you insane.

You didn’t have a name, yes, but at least you had something now — K.

So in between curse words and whines, a few moans of that single letter escaped you as you closed your eyes to let your mind wander.

You were embarrassed of how much you were enjoying imagining him being the one working on you down there.

But don’t worry, he was enjoying himself too.

It seemed you’d underestimated him once again, he thought as he watched the live footage of you getting off of nothing but his scent and your imagination.

His cock twitching in his pants at every moan of the first letter of his name he’d so graciously given you.

He already knew he was obsessed with you, he had been for a very long time. He just never expected for you to be that crazy about him as well.

His nose actually started bleeding — something he imagined only happened in fiction — as he pulled out his cock and began fist fucking it.

His eyes never left the screen, drinking in every lewd sound coming out of your sinful mouth as he watched your body begin to twitch under your touch.

Oh how he’d love to feel you right now, have his hands all over you, be the one to make you cum.

Speaking of which, it wasn’t long before you both reached your peak, your whole body trembling and sweating on your bed as he spurted out white streaks on his monitor.

You both were out of breath, not really moving anymore, just laying there.

He began to clean up his screen while you went to quickly clean yourself before heading back to your bed, this time to sleep.

And he watched as you drifted to sleep, soft smile on his lips because of how cute you looked.

“Goodnight, love.” He whispered before he also fell asleep in his desk chair, last thing on his mind being you, as usual.

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Before you knew it, it’d been a few months since the recurrent notes and gifts had become a thing.

By then, you’d found out about the little camera and microphone in the teddy bear — not that it bothered you anyway. If anything, you were getting bolder in front of it on purpose.

You were testing the waters, doing new stuff in front of it and trying to see if you’d earn a reaction from him the next time your eyes would meet.

You would still check his account daily, seeing his detailed mission reports and his cute praises. Gosh you wished you could hear all this coming out of his mouth.

Until one night, he posted about that day being his account’s 3 year anniversary, and how proud he was to see how far you’d come during all those years of support.

So you decided to get a little cocky and replied with your official account.

“Thank you for your support! I’m more than honoured to have a fan like you <3 This calls for a celebration, don’t you think?”

As soon as you pressed post, you turned to look directly at the plushie right next to you with a smirk.

Of course, to anybody else, this would seem like a pretty meaningless response. I mean, you were not actually going to celebrate this with him, were you?

But he knew you all too well by then, and understood exactly what you meant, what you wanted.

You were lying in bed with nothing but an oversized shirt and some lacy panties when the front door of your apartment slammed shut.

You always had your door locked, because you were quite paranoid. But he nonetheless had managed to get in, because of course he had.

It hadn’t even been 5 minutes since you’d sent your reply, yet here he was, out of breath, standing right in your bedroom doorway.

He looked a hot mess, eye liner smudged under his eyes, glasses seemingly forgotten, clothes basically thrown on, mouth agape as he took in the sight in front of him.

This wasn’t how he’d imagine your first time actually meeting would go. In fact, he had something else entirely planned at first.

But the second he saw your reply, and then the pleading look you’d given him via the camera, he folded instantly.

You smirked, getting up to slowly walk closer towards where he was standing.

His knees threatened to give up on him once you were just a few inches away from him.

He was towering over you, yet looking down in such a pathetic way it was almost laughable.

Your eyes scanned him up and down before your hand settled against his clothed abs.

He was so incredibly toned you could feel each and every one of them under his shirt.

Your hands caressed the area before trailing up, fingers catching on something hard around his nipple area.

He had nipple piercings, oh. my. God. Your biggest fantasy was actually real. This flustered you a bit, shattering your confident exterior to reveal a blushing mess.

Nonetheless, your hands continued travelling up until they settled behind his neck, dragging him down until your noses touched.

“Took you 3 damn years, nerd.” He could feel every word on his skin, not really knowing what to do with himself.

His arms were stiff on his sides, eyes wide open as he stared into yours, breath hitching at the proximity.

You chuckled at how panicked he looked, yet he didn’t try to move away once. And you knew all too well you’d have to take the lead, because he obviously was not going to, not right now at least.

So you reached up ever so slightly to plant a kiss on his lips — soft, quick, and yet carrying so much weight.

This sudden contact seemed like it jump started something inside him, and in a second, his large hands were at your waist as he pulled you back in.

This kiss was very different for the last — deeper, mutual, and so incredibly sloppy.

You could tell he had close to no experience, and that he was trying to follow your lead, even if he was the one to initiate it.

His jaw dropped open the second your tongue slid across his bottom lip, letting you enter his mouth.

Once your tongues merged with one another, you felt it — oh my goodness he had a tongue piercing. And that alone made your pussy twitch so hard.

One of his hands travelled from your waist to your jaw, angling your face to let him reach deeper inside your mouth, earning a muffled moan from you.

The sound paralysed him for a millisecond, vibrations travelling through his body all the way down his already throbbing cock.

He was trying so hard to keep his cool as to not embarrass himself, but could you blame him? The girl he’d been obsessed with for years was making out with him, in her apartment, in her bedroom.

Without stopping the kiss, you dragged him back a couple of steps before the back of your knees hit the soft material of your mattress.

That’s when you reluctantly parted with him, noticing the pout on his face as you plopped down on your bed.

You slowly crawled further back into your bed, his eyes following your each and every move.

One nod of your head was all he needed before he was on top of you, both arms settled at each side of your head as he looked down, gaze filled with hunger.

You played with the hem of his shirt before pulling on it, signaling to him that you wanted it gone.

And he basically ripped it right off, revealing his chiseled chest beautifully accessorised with those sexy nipple piercings you’d daydreamed about.

One of your hands reached upward to slide up his torso only to pinch at one of his piercings, causing him to slightly wince at the pressure, although it turned him in even more.

He used one of his knees to spread your legs apart before settling himself in between them.

He sunk down to plant kisses along your jaw then down your neck, all the while one of his hands sneakily slipped under your shirt to fondle one of your breasts.

He then travelled further down your body, lip piercing making you jolt from the sudden cold each time his lips touched you.

He finally reached your still clothed pussy, face so close you could feel his breath right on you.

Your panties were two different colors at this point, folds probably the wettest they’d ever been.

And as he was about to dig in, you stopped him, grabbing his face to bring it up, his eyes meeting yours.

“C’mon now, can’t I at least know what name I should be screaming?” You were saying with a smirk, trying to hide the excitement of finally knowing the name of the man you’d yearned for all this time.

“S’ Katsuki, love. Don’t forget it.”

Katsuki. After all this time, you had your answer. Katsuki… Oh you were never forgetting it. And your neighbours would probably never forget it either after tonight.

You hum in response, thumb caressing his jaw before letting go, his head immediately snapping back down.

His mouth was watering like this was his first meal after days of starvation.

He’d imagined how you’d taste more times than he’d like to admit. And now he finally could.

So he slid his tongue across the wet fabric in one good lick, taking it all in.

And nothing could have prepared him for how sweet you tasted, how he probably wouldn’t mind only having your taste on his tongue for the rest of his life.

The way his tongue piercing hit your clit while passing by made your muscles clench and eyes roll back, hips instinctively bucking up for more.

And that’s all it took before your favorite panties were ripped right off of you before flying off somewhere.

He didn’t want to waste another second and plunged down in between your folds, nose pressing just right against your swollen clit while his tongue toyed with your tight hole.

Your hand instantly went to bury itself into his hair, pulling him closer as cries of his name left your lips.

And what a beautiful melody, your pretty voice calling out his name in such a lewd way. And he may or may not have come in his pants just from that.

He groaned against you, vibrations travelling through your entire body, driving you insane.

You were so drunk on the feeling of his nose on your clit that you didn’t even register that his tongue had entered you, at least not until you felt the cold of his piercing against your walls.

You threw your head back at the feeling, eyes watering at the overwhelming sensation of a feral Katsuki eating you out.

And just when you thought you couldn’t feel any better, this animal added his thumb to manually stimulate your pulsing bud, making you arch your back.

Your whole body was trembling as he tongue fucked you harder and harder, hitting that one spot that made you moan so hard you were scared the whole building might hear you.

But who cares, honestly. You’d never felt this good before.

Your grip on his hair tightened to the point where you might rip it right off of his scalp, dragging his head up and down your drenched folds to help you reach your peak.

And reach it you did, cumming all over his already slick-covered face, feeling him lap at your juices as if wasting a single drop would kill him.

Once you finally came down from your high, he was still in between your legs, looking unsure of what to do next.

“Come here, pretty boy.” You cooed and he sprung up fast to come back up at your level.

You pulled him down to kiss him, not caring about how sticky his face was.

“Please call me Katsuki, I like it better…” He sure had enjoyed the way you called out his name just a few minutes before.

“Fine, Katsuki.” You chuckled at how pathetic he sounded, giving him a little peck on the nose.

He turned bright red at this point, looking away as if embarrassed to meet your eyes.

Speaking of which, they travelled down his body all the way down his seemingly very hard cock, surrounded by a big wet stain.

But you didn’t want to mention it just yet, you were way to horny for him right now. “Why do you still have your pants on?”

His eyes widened, frantically looking down before once again almost ripping them off of him, leaving him only in his also very wet boxers.

“You planning on keeping those on too?” You playfully said, toying with the elastic of his underwear, just to aggressively pull them down.

His breath hitched as the cold air hit him, rock hard cock slamming up his abs.

He was massive, you genuinely gulped at the sight, a little scared for your pussy.

I mean you’d had sex like what, once or twice before this, but their dicks were about half his length and width.

This was just insane honestly, how could one just be walking around with this.

You were so focused on it you didn’t realise you’d started to drool, a drop of saliva sliding from your mouth.

Katsuki noticed, as he rapidly got closer to you to… lick it up? Gosh what a weirdo. Such a cute weirdo though.

He was once again very close to your face, eyes flickering with neediness. They kept snapping between your eyes and your lips, swallowing hard as a way to calm himself down.

You shifted under him to position yourself before extending a hand to grab at his cock.

He seemed startled at the sudden contact, yet he let you move it around — certain that you knew what you were doing, you certainly knew more than him anyway.

Your eyes never left his, gaze locked onto his beautiful crimson eyes as you angled the leaking tip of his dick right at your throbbing entrance.

Both of you struggled to breathe — you were very tight, and he was so big. It’d be a miracle if you were able to walk properly the next day.

“Katsuki, please.” You were begging at this point, and the tone of your voice sent a shiver down his spine, all the way to his cock, making it twitch in your grasp.

He nodded, and slowly but surely thrusted his tip inside you, going in inch by inch, eyes analysing your every reaction to make sure he was doing it right.

It hurt. A lot. Yet it felt so good. He was filling you up so nicely, stretching you out with every rock of his hips.

You were squeezing around him so incredibly good, walls fluttering around his cock, clenching a bit every time he’d groan.

When he finally bottomed out, you both stayed like this for a little bit, enjoying the heat.

Your bodies were flush against one another, feeling each other's heartbeats on your chests.

You kissed him again, gently nipping at this bottom lip as yet another moan of his name escaped you when his cock would jerk inside you.

Then you started moving your hips, initiating friction, and he quickly adjusted to your rhythm.

It was slow and steady, almost entirely pulling out before diving right back in, gently pressing against your cervix.

His slightly curved dick was hitting your favorite spot with every thrust, making you arch your back and whine in pleasure.

You threw your head back, slightly opening your eyes to make eye contact with your teddy bear plushie that was still on your nightstand.

Every time you’d imagined him touching himself to you, yet you never thought there’d be a day when he’d be buried so deep inside of you.

You were enjoying yourself a lot, biting your lip and scratching at his broad back with your nails as he picked up the pace.

You secretly wished this moment would last forever. And you’d never bit your tongue so fast.

Because before you knew it, he was cumming inside you, painting your walls with white stripes of his release, whole body twitching over you.

He slowed down his rhythm, not quite stopping yet, but still enough to pull you out of your daze.

He was sweaty, out of breath, looking such a mess as he caught your eyes, a hint of guilt and embarrassment clearly visible.

And you couldn’t even blame him, because the situation he was in wasn’t helping.

This man had his favorite hero, the one whom he had been a fan of for 3 whole years now, screaming and crying his name while he was fucking her stupid.

So you grinned, giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek before wrapping your legs around his waist.

He hadn’t pulled out yet, so this change in position made him reach even deeper inside you, making you hiss.

You then managed to flip you guys over, now sitting on top of him, cock still entirely in you.

You could feel him getting harder, looking at you in confusion as you bent down to whisper in his ear.

“Now, now, Kats. You may be done, but I’m not.”

You were full on smirking as you began grinding on him, both hands settled on his abs, anchoring you.

His hands trailed up your thighs to grab your hips, helping you with your movement with a bruising grip.

He was entirely hard again, mostly because of the new nickname you’d given him, although he’d never admit it.

Then you started lifting yourself up, and his eyes rolled right to the back of his head when you came crashing back down, taking him all in.

He helped you ride him, grip getting tighter around your hips, and you just knew there’d be some huge bruises of his fingertips by tomorrow.

It felt heavenly, somehow feeling even fuller than before. He was hitting every deepest part of your pussy, and every time you would come back down, your clit would slam against his pelvis, making you jolt in pleasure.

Katsuki was a whining mess under you, a tear rolling down his cheek as he started calling out all kinds of pet names in between curse words.

Your bedroom was now filled with the lewdest sounds — the skin of your ass slapping against him accompanied by the squelch of your cunt dripping with both of your fluids.

Add to that your moans of his name and his low growls, you were truly sorry for your neighbours, praying they weren’t home because you had no clue if you’d ever be able to face them again.

He was now bucking his hips up to match your rhythm, hitting impossibly harder inside of you, making you go insane.

This man really wasn’t your strongest soldier, he thought as he realised he was once again close to his peak.

Everything that was happening in front of him, he couldn’t have ever imagined, not even in his wildest dreams.

You were bouncing so gracefully on top of his, his name coming out of your beautiful lips as your tits jumped up and down to this crazy pace you’d adopted.

Part of him thought this was once again his imagination getting the better of him, scared he would wake up and none of this would’ve been real.

You noticed the way his mind seemed to have wandered off somewhere, and you knew exactly how to make him snap out of it.

“Kats- oh my God. I’m cum-ah cumming.” His eyes instantly shot up to meet yours, tears now streaming down your face, mouth agape to help you breathe properly.

Your orgasm hit right as you finished his sentence, his following it long after.

Your whole body was trembling on top of him as he slammed you down his length one last time before holding you in place as he came deep inside you, filling you up with his release.

You’d worry about how much he’d come inside you if your mind hadn’t gone completely blank from pleasure, only thing you could think of being how full you were feeling.

You two stayed in this position for a bit, catching your breath, scared to ruin the moment.

One of Katsuki hand travelled from your hip to your back before pulling you down, chest against chest, and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long, love.”

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You’d pretty much expected it, but when you woke up the next morning, you were alone in bed.

You’d been cleaned up and neatly tucked under the covers, a glass of water awaiting you at your bed side table next to your teddy bear, and a sticky note.

“I hope we can talk soon, I just need to straighten a few things out first. -K <3”

You smiled, although it didn’t stop a wave of sadness and pain from overtaking you.

A part of you knew it would happen, yet it still hurt a bit.

He hated himself a lot for doing this to you, but he was doing it for you, to protect you, for the time being that is.

He’d developed a lot of unhealthy habits during these years obsessing over you.

And he knew that if he ever wanted to be anything, anyone, to you, he’d have to work on them.

Because even if this was what had brought you two together, he didn’t want any kind of relationship with you to be based on anything of the sort.

In a way, he knew you’d wait for him, just like you did throughout these months you’d chased after one another.

But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. So he had to get to work, and fast.

It started with ending his regular visits to your place, as well as stopping following you to every single mission.

It pained your heart, feeling alone in a way, but you’d realised it was probably for the best.

Maybe he just wasn’t ready to commit, or maybe seeing you in person kind of put an end to his love for you.

The week following you guys’ meeting, his account had been inactive, there were no more notes or gifts awaiting you when you returned home, no familiar face whenever you were in public.

Until that night, exactly a week after you two had last seen each other.

You’d had an exhausting shift and just wanted to crawl in bed and pass out.

Only to open your door and be greeted by a familiar frame, and an amazing smell of food.

There he was, your Katsuki, standing in your kitchen, seemingly cooking something.

He turned his head to look at you, flashing a soft smile before stepping closer, now only inches away from you.

“Hey, love.” His voice was so soft, so calm, so…ugh.

You’d missed him so much, more than you’d ever like to admit. But you were also so mad that he just left without explaining.

You had so much you wanted to say, so you opened your mouth to blurt something out, only to be cut off.

“I know you probably have a lot on your mind, and I know I have a lot of nerve to just show up like this and expect you to be okay with it.” He starts, grabbing your hands and rubbing his thumb gently against their back.

“I like you, a lot. So much so that it physically hurts to be so far away from you. But I’m back, and I promise not to leave again.” He continues, looking at you in a way he never had before, gaze filled with something strong — love.

“So please, I’m only asking you to let me explain myself. I’ll respect whatever decision you choose to make for us. Please, love.”

You had a huge lump in the back of your throat, tears forming in your eyes before you could stop them.

You agreed, of course, and the two of you talked. A lot. Hours of his explaining how he’d started going to therapy, how his whole obsession with you had begun, how he was trying to better himself for you.

And you listened, realising how this had been much more than just a game to him.

This was a lot to take in, and you couldn’t help but feel so proud of him. Of everything he was putting in place just to be with you.

Once he was done, he felt so relieved, like the whole weight he’d been carrying on his shoulders had entirely vanished.

And even better, the fact that you’d heard him out — holding his hand the whole time, looking at him reassuringly — made his heart race.

You gave him a hug, assuring him you were not mad anymore, telling him how proud you were.

Then you kissed him, and he didn’t waste another second before kissing you back, bringing you closer to him.

You two made out for a while — and maybe more — the whole night, before falling asleep in each other’s arms in your bed. Classic case of kiss-and-make up.

“Please don’t leave me again, Kats.” You murmured, half awake against his chest.

“Wasn’t planning on it, love.” He gave you a kiss on the top of your head and fell into a deep slumber.

You guys stayed together the whole day after that, cuddling in bed, cooking together, doing everything a real couple would.

You were high up on your little cloud, probably the happiest you’d ever been in a very long time.

You both parted ways in the evening, you heading for your patrol while he went back home.

As soon as he reached his place, he opened up his computer to pull up a file titled “TB”

He then opened a video file with the date of the day before, before skipping all the way to the end of it.

There you guys were, on his screen, seen having sex through the eyes of your favorite gift of his, his little teddy bear.

And as he pulled his cock out of his pants and pressed play, he couldn’t help but feel a little remorseful.

But then again, he wasn’t perfect… And you didn’t really have to know anyway, although he suspected you did, considering the teddy bear never left that exact spot next to your bed, even months into you guys’ relationship.

You were just as much of a perv as he was, and maybe that was why you guys were such a good match for each other.

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hope to get it out by tomorrow!! pls look forward to it 🫶

Until one time, he’d broken his wrist and was then unable to shave anywhere.

And obviously, since his wrist was broken, you just had to help him out! (You would’ve done it anyway but yk)

And the second you removed his sweatpants and boxers to let his cock spring out and got a glimpse of these white hairs down his abs, your mouth literally started watering.

So instead of directly heading towards his leaking tip, your mouth went to leave a hot trail of kisses down his happy trail, hairs tickling you as you finally reached the base of his cock.

Satoru being on painkillers somehow made him even needier than usual, which you didn’t think was possible.

He was exhaling heavily now, bottom lip genuinely trembling at your teasing, bucking his hips up to get your attention.

You giggled at the scene, enjoying his furrowed brows and teary eyes a little longer.

Your trail of kisses continued up his throbbing length before your lips settled on the red tip of his dick, tongue drawing circles around its slit.

Beads of precum were basically pooling out of him, balls twitching as if he was about to cum just then and there.

And he did, to both of your surprise. The last time he’d came that fast was during you guys’ first time together — which was also his first time.

Your face was painted with sticky white strokes of his release, Satoru immediately grabbing the hem of his shirt to clean you up.

Your mouth was still agape from the shock of this hasty orgasm. “Wow, babe. What’s gotten into you?” You said while grinning, dragging a finger from his pelvis all the way up his chest, teasing.

You left a small peck on a tear that was rolling down his cheek, stroking his still twitching biceps.

“I-uh don’t know..? Must be the painkillers…” He murmured, looking down like an embarrassed puppy.

Let’s just say it was not the painkillers at all, but he didn’t want to admit it. Look, he was open about pretty much everything with you, but come on the man still had some ego.

So he kept to himself how insane the way you kissed around his happy trail made him feel.

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You discovered it when the two of you finally got down to business for the first time.

You both were quite inexperienced, so you obviously didn’t have a lot of expectations for the first time.

Fingering had never been your go-to when masturbating, didn’t feel very good for you.

That was until Suguru slid two of his long calloused fingers inside your insanely tight hole.

Even though it was your first time being intimate together, the way he was finger-fucking you felt like he already knew every nook and cranny of your cunt.

Instantly hitting all your sensitive spots in his first thrusts, smirking at the way you were squeezing around him.

Gosh you might never get over this feeling — but you also couldn’t help but imagine how good his cock would be considering you were already so close to cumming just from his fingers.

You two were making out while he was working down there, and Suguru was drinking in your moans and cries of his name like some dehydrated freak.

Sensing you getting closer to your peak, he shifted his hand slightly to slide harshly through your plush walls while the palm of his hand settled on your throbbing clit.

You were arching your back so hard from the stimulation you started cramping, but you didn’t even acknowledge the pain, overshadowed by the surges of pleasure going through your body.

The moment you came, Suguru parted with your lips to whisper sweet praises into your ears while he continued fingering you, guiding you through your peak.

You hadn’t really realised how much he was stretching you with his fingers until he removed them, sudden feeling of emptiness overtaking you.

You groaned, breath still heavy, looking slightly unsatisfied under your boyfriend.

He was looking straight at you, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck you sweet slick off of them, eyes rolling to the back of his head from the taste.

Fucking hell was that corny, but soooo hot.

“Don’t worry, cutie.” Suguru was softly laughing at the sight in front of him. “This was just the prep.”

He was smirking so hard, looking down at you like some sort of prey, ready to devour you.

And before you knew it, he was throwing his boxers across the room, instantly angling himself right at your begging entrance.

You instantly understood why he was grinning so hard when you opened the box.

Inside was a huge sky blue dildo, wrapped in a pretty pink bow. But that wasn’t even the ‘best’ part.

It was moulded from his hard dick, very much detailed and basically identical, all the way to the freaking veins on the side.

You couldn’t even close your mouth from how shocked you were. You looked up at him and noticed a slight change in his demeanour.

His cockiness was gone, face turned bright red as he started fidgeting with his fingers.

“D’ya like it?” He asked, very much unsure because your expression was quite hard to read.

“I don’t know yet baby, haven’t tried it.” You replied playfully to get a reaction out of him.

His breath hitched, and you could almost see right through his mind the way he was imagining you using it.

He then mumbled something, but you couldn’t quite hear, so you made him repeat himself.

“Should you try it out now, then?”

It had always been a fantasy of his, even though he’d been way too ashamed to admit it.

But sitting in bed watching you pleasure yourself right in front of him was so fucking hot.

You were rubbing the dildo through your folds, covering it with your slick as a way to lubricate it.

This man was already hard as a rock, but decided to not do anything yet, just to enjoy the show and be a good boy, and maybe you’d reward him later.

Weirdly enough, it was like he was feeling every single slide of the toy against you, cock twitching whenever the tip of it would tease your entrance.

So when you angled the dildo right at your cunt, he almost thought he’d creamed his pants on the spot.

You slid it in, inch by inch, moaning Satoru’s name like he was the one thrusting inside you.

It was really taking all of his willpower not to jump onto you and fuck you stupid.

But he managed, sitting straight as he watched the way you finally bottomed out, leaving the toy in for a little bit without moving.

Then you finally began making hard and fast motions with it, hitting every spot inside you the exact same way Satoru would if he were the one ruining you.

It felt good, obviously, but it was missing something nonetheless — the heat, the slight twitches whenever a moan would escape you, his deep groans against your neck.

The one thing making up for that was the way your boyfriend was looking at you, gaze locked on your leaking pussy, eyes filled with lust and hunger.

You even noticed the way he was drooling, hands gripping at the covers as if to help contain himself.

You slightly changed the angle of the dildo, throwing your head back while continuing to cry out Satoru’s name.

Your other hand went for your clit, aggressively massaging it to hopefully bring you closer to your peak.

You knew what he wanted, what he was waiting for, and you wanted to be done with this as soon as possible.

Because a dildo of his dick sure is nice — it’ll definitely come in handy whenever he’s on a work trip — but the real deal is sooo much better.

And as you rapidly approached your high, the only thing on your mind was him ramming hard inside you, wanting to prove he’s better than that toy (every though he’s the one who got it for you).

With a few more thrusts of the dildo, you came, beads of juice flying around as you continued fucking yourself through your orgasm.

He was drinking in the beautiful sight in front of him — you, tears spilling down your cheeks, whole body trembling as you screamed out his name.

He could only imagine the way your fluttering walls were wrapped around that fake dick of his, squeezing it so tight as if to milk it of all of its nonexistent cum.

Once your muscles relaxed again, you were sprawled out on the bed down entirely, catching your breath while the dildo was still inside you.

You barely had time to come back to your senses before you suddenly felt very empty, feeling followed by a loud noise that sounded like fabric hitting the floor.

And before you knew it, both of your legs were thrown over a set of broad shoulders, tip of something hot and sticky settling right at your still twitching entrance.

He was reluctant at first, because he knew that when it came to you, he wasn’t able to contain himself, and was terrified of hurting you or the baby.

But with the way you were begging him, puppy eyes rapidly blinking and cute pout harbouring your face, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

You were sprawled out on your bed, making out while he took off his pants.

He parted with you to start leaving a hot trail of kisses down your body, heading towards your pussy, most likely to eat you out.

But that was not what you needed, you needed him to fill you up to the brim, because ever since you’d found out about the baby, you’d unfortunately stopped this kind of sexual activity.

Not necessarily because you were scared, but because you really didn’t feel the need — until now that is.

“Kento, for God’s sake just fuck me already!” Your hand grabbed his jaw to force him to look up at you, stopping him mid kiss.

He playfully raised an eyebrow at the command, noticing the way you were so flushed, breath already heavy, gaze filled with hunger.

But of course he immediately obliged, everything for his beautiful wife.

He came back up to give you a sweet peck on the cheek before angling his cock to your entrance.

As he slowly entered, your mind went blank, only thing keeping you somewhat sane being the soft praises he was whispering into your ear.

Once he bottomed out, you almost came right there, feeing so full, his hot twitching length wrapped by your fluttering walls.

Then he started moving, so agonisingly slow, and yet it felt just right.

Sliding in and out of you in calm thrusts of his hips, brushing every single spot that made you roll your eyes back.

His head was resting in the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling you, kissing and nipping at the skin as he groaned against you with how tight you were squeezing around him.

You felt like you were ascending, nails scratching along his toned back everytime he hit the deepest spot of your cunt.

He was trying his hardest not to slam hard inside you, but somehow he was unintentionally speeding up his pace with every grind of his hips.

You were moaning out his name so beautifully he didn’t ever want you to stop. And when he finally raised his head to look at you, he could feel himself get so close to his peak.

You were so pretty under him, tears softly streaming down your cheeks, plush lips agape as the most melodious sounds escaped them.

He couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to be yours, to be able to spend the rest of his life with you, to be the only one to ever see you like this.

He lunged at your mouth to share a passionate kiss, drinking up every whine and cry like he was absorbing them.

His pace sped up even more, both of you approaching your respective orgasms.

He was ruthless at this point — like the baby inside you didn’t matter at all, like he was just trying to impregnate you all over again.

You came first, body trembling and walls twitching so hard around your husband’s cock he wasn’t too far behind you.

He didn’t stop his thrusting quite yet, painting your insides white with hot spurts of cum while you bit his bottom lip from the insane pleasure you were feeling, to the point where you started tasting blood on your tongue.

As both of your highs passed, he came down to rest in the crook of your neck, not pulling out quite yet, letting you enjoy this feeling of fullness you’d requested.

He was lying on top of you, broad figure overtaking yours yet very careful not to crush you with his full body weight.

He was looking down at his hand caressing your baby bump, touch hot and gentle, and you could only smile at the sight.