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synopsis— nerdjo is your tutor who’s secretly obsessed with you. what happens when he finally breaks?

warning: smut so, MDNI!!! gojo is OBSESSED!! pinv sex. rough sex? finger-sucking. fingering. nose bleeds. unprotected sex. cream pie. edging. dom!gojo. PUSSYDRUNK gojo. tummy bulge. oral (f.receiving). slight dry humping. mentions of masturbation (m). confessions. getting together in the end.

note: hellooo!! i’m actually shocked that a few people saw, and enjoyed my last upload. thank you so muuuuch!! i figure i might as well get this brain working and give you another. please bare with me, im not the greatest at writing smut. when the idea popped into my head, i just HAD to write it out. i hope you enjoy, and feel free to leave your honest feedback<3

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never in a million years did satoru gojo expect that he’d become your arranged tutor for the end of semester exam. the man has quite literally been obsessed with you since the start of the school year.

how could he not be obsessed? you were gorgeous, not just on the outside. he loved the way that you were so kind to everyone around. he loved how you shared your materials with others when they ran out. he loved how you’d smile and wave at him when you’d catch him staring.

so yeah, he was pretty freaked out the first time you guys met up in his dorm to study. though, satoru gojo was the type to seem unbothered on the outside no matter how he truly felt. he’d stay calm when explaining formulas to you, he’d have a kind but neutral expression on his face through the few hours you were over.

once you’d leave, he’d face palm and groan to himself as if feeling guilty for feeling so strongly for you. as days passed and you’d come over everyday after class to study, his infatuation only grew deeper. he’d catch himself seeking you out in class and studying your every move rather than focusing on the lecture.

it didn’t stop there, he started having thoughts. dirty, nasty thoughts that made him feel sick with guilt. he thought he’d suppressed them, until you’d come back over to his dorm to study.

he noticed that you’d always wear such short skirts. his eyes would drop to your thighs, they look so soft and he just wants to squeeze them. his eyes focused on your face would drop down as you’d lean forward to take a look at his notebook.

your breast nearly busting out the seams of your low cut shirt. he’d grit his jaw, fist clenching under his desk. even down to the way you’d smile when he told you that you were doing a good job with the equations. the way you’d twirl a strand of your hair in concentration.

it’s almost like you’re taunting him on purpose. he tried, really tried to push those feelings aside. that is until one day in class, you’d dropped your pencil. you’d bent down right in front of his desk to pick it up. he didn’t mean to look, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away.

he saw it, that baby pink thong you’d had on that day beneath your skirt. he’d saw way more of your soft ass then what he should’ve. he tears his eyes away before anyone catches him.

heat travels straight down to his groin, his jeans suddenly feel suffocating. he crosses his legs to hide his raging boner. his focus is gone, eyes staring down at his notebook as the clock ticks almost mockingly.

as soon as he’s back to his dorm, he shoving his pants down. his cock flushed, leaking, and so painfully erect. every time he closes his eyes, the scene flashes before his eyes. gripping himself and stroking in fast, tight motions.

he’s too hot and out of it to feel guilty for thinking of you this way. all he’s focused on now is the way his hand grips his aching cock, pretending it was yours.

he thought that finishing to the thought of you would make the thoughts somehow magically disappear. oh was he incredibly wrong. they didn’t just go away, they got worse. the vision of you under him would haunt him even in deep sleep.

he’d wake up before his alarm, groaning as his hips rut against his mattress to try and surpress the ache between his legs. no matter what he did, the thoughts never went away. even though he kept things professional whenever he’d actually be around you.

then the day came. you knocked on his door, test results in hand and a big, proud smile on your face. he’d invite you in, smile, and congratulate you.

then the realization would hit, the tutor arrangement has ended now. no, no he couldn’t let you go. not after being this close to confessing.

hearing you say that your leaving, that the arrangement period has ended, and sounding so okay with it is what sent him to his breaking point. it’s the way that you think he’d be okay with just letting you go after tempting him for weeks. his resolve crumbles.

you’re in the middle of thanking him for all of his help, for helping you become successful. he’s sitting back in his desk chair, facing you. his eyes deadpanned on your face.

when you finish speaking, he erupts into a deep laughter. his shoulders shake as he places his hands over his face. you give him a confused look. “satoru? did i say something funny? i don’t understand.” his laughter simmers to a low chuckle.

he slide his glasses off with careful hands, folding them up and setting them on his desk. he’s leaned back in his desk chair. “of course, you don’t understand. gosh y/n…you really have no clue, huh?” his eyes lift to your face.

your body goes still on the other side of his room, brows still furrowed. his hands find the arm rest of his chair, pushing himself to his feet. he takes slow steps after slow steps towards you.

“you think that’s it? that you get to run off after i’ve spent so long helping you get to this point?” his voice is low, and rough with something you can’t quite put a finger on. “wasn’t that the point of the arrangement?” you murmur, lashes blinking up at him as his steps bring him closer and closer to you.

you find yourself taking steps backward. “that’s true, but that all went away the moment you first showed up in that slutty little skirt.” he scoffs a reply. “satoru..” you breath out and he finally steps right in front of you, leaving nowhere for you to turn. your back is against the wall.

“i’ve been driving myself mad with just the thought of you. you can’t just walk out when i feel this strongly for you. tell me…you feel the same, don’t you?” his voice comes out in a whisper. his piercing blue eyes staring right through you. you blink up at him.

the tension between you two is so thick you could cut it with a knife. a flush creeps up your neck and cheeks, you turn your head to the side to avoid his gaze.

his hand cups your cheek, turning you to look at him again. “you like me don’t you, pretty girl?” his eyes flick between yours. you let out a shaky exhale. “yes…i like you, a lot.” your words come out airy and soft.

his thumb traces over your bottom lip. “i knew you did baby. all this time and you were just begging to get my attention. you’ve got it baby, you’ve got it all.” he leans closer, hand slipping into your hair to tilt your head back as he crowds you against the wall.

his body presses to yours and he towers over you. you feel heat coiling low in your gut. a feeling you haven’t felt in quite sometime. you’ve never seen this side of satoru before, it’s exciting. “well now that you know, what’re you going to do with that information?” your voice rolls out in a whisper.

his face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath fanning against your lips. a smirk curls on his face, almost evil. his hand in your hair tightens just a bit more. his head leans down beside your ear. “oh baby, there’s so much i plan to do with that.” his voice low and deep in your ear.

his warm breath fanning against your neck. his lips brushing right against your pulse point. “like what..?” you breath out quietly. your chest rising and falling as the anticipation and excitement builds.

a silence falls between you both for a moment. next thing you know, his mouth is on yours. it’s not sweet or slow in the slightest. it’s deep, and rough. your tongues tangle and teeth clash. his hand has a firm grip on your jaw as he devours your mouth.

he yanks your body up against the wall, your legs instantly wrap around his hips. he carries you over to the bed, tossing you down with a force that knocks a soft breath from your chest. he’s back on you in an instant.

his hips slot between your legs, lips taking yours in another deep kiss. he groans into your mouth when you nip his bottom lip. his hips roll against you, giving you the first feel of his erect cock beneath his sweatpants.

you gasp, the kiss breaking. his hips continue to roll against you in nasty circles. “you feel that? you feel what you fuckin do to me baby?” he grits out as a moan rolls off his tongue.

his lips trail down your neck in hot, open-mouthed kisses. he sucks on that sweet spot right below your ear. you open your mouth to speak but satoru beats you to it.

“don’t worry, i’ll make sure you feel it, all of it. you just be good f’me and take it baby, okay?” his voice comes out low and rough. his tongue flicks out and drags along the fresh mark on your neck, you let out a shaky sigh.

he breaks away from you, almost tearing your clothes apart by how eager he is to get them off of you. your shirt is first to go, bra following right after. he stops a moment to look at your bare breasts, nipples peaked.

he can’t resist, each of his hands grab handfuls of your tits. he squeezes, mushing them around. his thumbs graze over your hardened nipples, then pinching and rolling them between his fingers. the motion draws a shaky sigh from your lips.

“oh baby, you’re perfect.” he comes down to press a sweet kiss right between your breasts. his hands drag down your sides, curling into the waistband of your skirt and tugging it off.

his eyes almost light up at the sight beneath it. that same, baby pink thong he’d caught a glimpse of that day you’d bent over in front of him. “this fuckin thong…haunting me..” his voice rumbles out in a gravelly tone. his finger curls into the elastic band, pulling it back then releasing it to crack against your skin.

you yelp at the sting, the sound making satoru chuckle deeply. he leans down to press a opened mouthed kiss right to where the stinging skin starts to welt.

he lifts up, arms crossing on either side of his body and curling into the hem of his shirt. he lifts it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. he’s quite chiseled for someone who mostly studies.

his hands push your thighs apart, exposing the damp patch on those infamous baby pink panties. he grins to himself, eyes traveling up your body to meet your eyes.

the way you look right now, mostly naked, hair splayed over his pillows and with that needy look on your face. it’s something straight out of satoru’s dreams.

“d’you know how long i’ve wanted this? this exact moment has played in my head so many times, but of course this tops any fantasy i could ever have.” he hums out, his hand tugging the strings of his sweatpants undone.

once the sweatpants drop, you catch a glimpse of the raging hard on beneath his boxers. your eyes widen. for a nerdy guy, you definitely weren’t expecting him to be packing a fucking monster in his pants.

a low chuckle rumbles from his chest. “i know, crazy right? don’t worry, i wont hurt you baby, i’ll be sooo good to you.” he leans down presses kisses to your face. his hand travels between you both, finding its way to your clothed pussy.

his fingers press against your clit through the damp fabric, rubbing slow circles. you let out a soft sound. “satoru..” you gasp in a breathy voice.

“hmm? what is it, pretty girl?” he hums out in a sly tone. your hips buck up against his fingers. “i want to feel more..” you whine out, his hand pulling away from you. instead, tugging your panties off smoothly.

“yeah? then let me get you all nice and ready for me.” he grins, lowering his head between your parted thighs. a moan tears from your lips as his tongue drags through your puffy pussy lips. he chuckles against you.

his arm hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as his face nuzzles deeper into your slobbering cunt. his tongue flicks out and circles your clit. his eyes flutter as he tastes your sweet slick on his tongue. he doubles down, licking and sucking your clit into his mouth.

the action pulls a moan from your lips, your head falling back. his fingers nudge against your drooling entrance before sinking in deep and curling. your back arches slightly off the bed as you chant out his name. “fuck— satoru..”

the sound of his name rolling off your lips like that makes him moan into you, the sound vibrating through your body. his fingers pull out, then pump back into you deep in steady thrusts.

he hums in satisfaction while he fucks you with his mouth and tongue. his fingers scissor you open to stretch your tight walls to better accommodate what’s to come shortly. moans roll off your tongue, your fingers tugging at his hair.

heat pools in your gut, that familiar band coiling tight as you near your orgasm. “s-satoru…i’m gonna cum..” you breath out through moans. he hums against you, suddenly retracting his fingers and mouth from your aching pussy.

you whine at the loss of contact. satoru’s lips glisten with your slick. “toruuu, why’d you stop?” you drawl out in a whiney tone. your gummy walls now clenching around nothing. “ah ah ah. i want you to save it baby, that way you can cum all over my cock.” he hums.

“but—“ you protest, opening your mouth to complain. suddenly, something fills your mouth. it’s satoru’s fingers, the ones that had just been inside of you. “i don’t want any back talk baby. just take what i give you okay?” he retorts in a low voice.

you nod, his fingers coated in your slick press against your tongue. he flashes a smile. “gooood girl, now suck.” he drawls out. his fingers pump in and out of your mouth. you drag your tongue against his fingers and suck obediently. his smile grows wider.

“that’s it baby, you listen so well. now just for that, i’m gonna give you what you want.” he withdraws his fingers from your mouth. he bends down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips.

he pulls back, finally tugging his boxers off. his cock springs free. hard, flushed, and leaking a tremendous amount of precum. he grips himself at the base, squeezing and giving himself a long, slow stroke. he grunts.

he drags his fat tip through your slick folds. you let out a shaky sigh. “you’re so wet pretty girl. i don’t know how i’m going to survive this.” he coos at you. your chest rises and falls. he guides your legs to lock around his hips. he nudges his tip against your needy hole.

your breath stutters. “i’m gonna take care of you baby. promise.” he hums, kissing the corner of your mouth before finally pressing in. he slips inside inch by agonizing inch. his head falls forward against your shoulder.

the stretch tears a moan from the both of you. it’s a delicious feeling. his hips stutter, he was originally trying to take his time but he just can’t hold back. hips hips press forward in a hard thrust, his cock bottoming out inside of you. he fills you completely, stretching you wide. you yelp.

“fuuuuck..” he whimpers out. “i can’t…can’t hold back, im so…sorry” he voices out raggedly through heavy breaths. you open your mouth to speak, but that’s shortly interrupted by satoru’s deep, hard thrusts.

he lets out a guttural moan as he pulls out almost fully, just to plunge in deep over and over. his thrusts harsh from the start, pulling broken moans from your lips. your eyes fall on his face.

his eyes are squeezed shut tight. his thrusts punishing. you watch through bleary eyes as a small red droplet rolls out his nose. “t-toru….your nose is bleeding..” you manage to choke out. his thrusts falter, halting. his eyes flutter open.

he wipes his nose with the back of his hand, seeing the definite blood there. he chuckles breathily. “y-you just feel so good…i can’t take it..” his hips grind deep into you. you shudder, a breathy sound leaving your lips.

he pulls out suddenly, only to flip you onto your stomach. he raises your hips up, ass on display to him. one hand runs down your spine to arch you just right for him. his other hand squeezes the fat of your hip.

he realigns and plunges in deep and fast. the quick motion dragging a moan from both of you. his thrusts start off just as punishing as before, but now at a deeper angle.

his tip kisses your cervix with each time he pushes his cock deep into your gummy walls. the feeling is enough to make your toes curl and your fingers fist into the sheets. you turn your head to the side to look back at him.

your eyes are heavy lidded and your lips are parted with moans rolling off your tongue. he pounds into you at an almost frantic pace. “toruuu..s’good!” you gasp into the pillows.

“yeah? you’re takin it so fuckin well baby.” he punctuates his words with a smack to your ass. the sting making you yelp. your pussy gushes around him at the contact. he groans in pleasure, his pace increasing.

your hips buck back against him, fucking yourself back onto his thick cock. a creamy ring of arousal forming at the base of his cock each time he plunges back in deep. “fuck, yes baby squeeze me juuust like that.” he lands another crack to your ass. you squeal, walls tightening around him.

you moan into the pillows, drool pooling out of your mouth and into the fabric. the room fills with the sticky “plap! plap! plap!” sounds of skin meeting. he leans over you to kiss your cheek, chest pressed to your back. “you getting close baby? i know, i can feel it…” he hums into your ear.

he pulls out, rolling you onto your back again. he lifts your legs over his shoulder and sinks back into your sloppy cunt. his pace frantic and desperate.

you let out a cry of pleasure. your head falls back into the pillows. his cock drags against your sweet spot with every thrust, making your brain turn into mush, leaving you babbling nonsense. “wanna see your face when i make you cum….” he grits out, hands holding your hips tight enough to bruise.

your walls clench around his throbbing cock each time he hits your sweet spot. you’re so close, so so close. your vision is starting to white out and your body is starting to tremble and that spring coils tighter in your gut.

his hand presses against the imprint of his cock in your stomach. “gonna cum…right here baby. gonna fill you up.” he whines out. your walls have his cock in a chokehold. “t-toru…m’cumming!” you moan out in a whiney tone.

“do it, cmon pretty girl, give it to me.” his fingers find your clit, rubbing fast circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. his cock splitting you open and hitting every sweet spot inside of you. your eyes roll into the back of your head as your orgasm takes over your whole body.

your body locks up and that spring snaps. your walls clamp around his cock, squeezing the life out of him. you let out a cry as your face twists in ecstasy. you cum all over his cock, coating him as your body shakes.

“fuuuck! m’cumming!” satoru whimpers. he thrusts once, twice, then burries his cock deep and spills into you. thick, creamy ropes of his cum fill you up to the brim. his body shudders through his orgasm.

satoru collapses over you. you both pant heavily as you come down from the intense highs, bodies covered in a thick sheen of sweat. he’s still stuffed inside of you, cock twitching as he empties everything inside of you.

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once the high fades, satoru lifts off of you. he gently pulls out, his cum leaking out of you. he takes a look at your fucked out face. he comes up, brushes your hair from your sweaty forehead. “are you okay, pretty girl?” he murmurs softly now as the heat passes. he nuzzles his nose against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

you blink at him with a lazy smile. “m’okay..just sleepy..” you hum softly. he chuckles softly, his thumb brushes a drop a sweat from your eyebrow. “let me clean you up, then you can rest okay baby?” he coos softly. you give a lazy nod. he gets up and heads to the bathroom after pulling on his sweats from the floor.

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once he returns, he offers you a drink of water which you take. he gently cleans up the mess between your thighs. he makes sure to handle your body with care after what he just put it through. once he’s finished, he tosses the rag into the laundry bin.

he comes back over, he slides a fresh pair of his boxers up your legs, then one of his shirts over your head. his hand rubs softly over the slight bloat of your belly, admiring how much he had filled you.

he crawls up the bed, shifting under the covers beside you. he wraps an arm around your body, pulling you into his chest. you hum in content as he rubs your lower back.

“i’m so glad that you like me back.” he hums softly. you lift your head to look at him, you blink sleepily up at him and smile softly. “does this mean im your girlfriend now?” you mumble, too sleepy to speak anything above a whisper.

“is that something you want? i mean, i really hope you’d say yes.” he replies, brushing hair from your face. “of course i want that.” you chuckle softly with a smile.

“so, you’ll be my girlfriend?” he smiles, eyes flicking between yours. “of course, silly.” you hum, a sleepy smile on your face. his expression brightens. “score!” he mutters in a giddy tone.

you giggle softly. there’s the dorky satoru you’re used to. you lean up and press your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss. he reciprocates it with a happy hum. his arms wrap tighter around you.

your legs tangle beneath the blankets. silence falls except for the hum of the a/c and soft breaths between you two. he presses a kiss to your hair as your head lays on his chest again.

sleep soon takes you both under, warm in each others embrace. happy, content, and so excited for what the future holds for you both.

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synopsis— you meet stoner!denki at a party and he cheers you up?

warnings: smut so, MDNI!!! pinv sex. unprotected sex. EATER DENKI!! multiple orgasms. tummy bulge. praise. semi-public sex. use of marijuana and alcohol. mentions of cheating. getting together in the end?

note: uhh so i really don’t know if anyone’s actually going to see, or much less enjoy this. this is my first time writing something like this, im not sure if its going to be amazing. though, ill try my best. hope you enjoy!!

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you waller and grumble into the plush sheets of your bed, listening to your bestfriend—Mina make excuses on why you should go out tonight. all you can do is groan.

“minaaa…i already said no. why must you keep this up?” you grumble out, rubbing your temples. why would you even want to go out? you’ve been rotting away all week since the break up.

your boyfriend cheated, when you found out, he had no remorse for his actions. he didn’t care, he was so nonchalant. after a whole two year relationship, how could he just toss it away?

“girl, seriously? you’re just going to continue to rot here in this bed?” mina protests, hand on her hips, giving a look of disapproval.

“mina…you know what i’m going through, can’t you just leave me be?” you let out a sigh, sitting up against the headboard. your hands fall to your lap.

“no. nope. don’t give me that. you know i feel for you. but are you really going to sit here and let the actions of that dickhead dictate you forever?” mina sits beside you on the bed, taking one of your hands in hers.

you open your mouth to speak, but mina gets there before you do. “cmon, what happened to my bestfriend? i miss her.” mina’s hand squeezes yours gently, her eyes tracing your face.

gosh, that woman always had a way with her words. it was always hard to say no to her. you know she means no harm, and honestly you miss her to. you miss who you used to be.

“fine. one condition.” you mutter, sitting up more properly. mina’s whole face lights up and her posture straightens. “yes? yes, anything!” she squeezes your hand once more.

“if he shows up, i dip. if i feel too out of place, i dip.” you say, voice soft but serious. mina respects your wishes, honestly just excited your finally agreeing.

“of course, whatever helps you feel comfortable. though, i have a feeling you’ll have a good time.” she says, a grin so slightly forming on her face that you almost don’t catch it. you give her a skeptical look.

“what’s that supposed to mean mina?” you cock a suspicious brow at her. “oh nothing!” mina hops up from the bed.

“alright, now chop chop. the parties in an hour and you need to fix…this.” she gestures to you as a whole. you take a look down at yourself. chocolate ice cream and chip crumbs from two nights ago stains your shirt. you sigh, dragging yourself to the shower. mina claps to herself and plops on your bed to wait.

once you’re out the shower, it’s like a movie makeover montage. mina’s curling your hair, then caking your face with makeup, then putting you in what may be one of the skimpiest dresses you own.

she’s having way too much fun with this. when she finishes up, you finally take a good look at yourself in the mirror. your eyes trace your face, then down your body. the dress hugs you perfectly, the deep black color bringing out the dark hues in your eyes.

you look….hot. you look the best you have in quite some time. “i look…” mina interrupts before you can finish. “sexy, i know. i’m a miracle worker what can i say” her voice crackles from behind you. looking up to meet her eyes through the reflection of the mirror, a small grin on her face.

“okay…ouch” you grumble in slight offense. that felt like such a backhanded compliment. “oh come on, you know i didn’t mean it like that. i’m just saying, you look fucking sexy and i love this look on you.” she rests her chin on your shoulder. her words make a small smile plaster on your face as your eyes rake over your reflection once more.

you hardly have time to relish in the moment before she’s dragging you to the door. “alright, let’s go. party already started!” she drags you by your hand.

you have no idea what tonight has in store for you. though, you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a bit of excitement brewing in your gut. all you can do is hope it’s a good night.

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you and mina pull up to a house, seemingly kirishima’s. you can see the people through the windows, it’s packed. she drags you to the door, the music blaring so loud it vibrates the floorboards beneath your feet.

she drags you through the crowd of people and straight to the drink station. she pours two double shots of vodka. “to a good night!” she beams, clinking the shot glass to yours. you smile and you both drink the shot down.

she pulls you through the crowd, spinning you to the music. you laugh in amusement as she guides you further. you come to the sliding glass door that’s already open.

stepping out into the backyard, there’s not many people at all. it’s way quieter, you sigh in relief. that is until a loud voice cuts through the air. “MINAAA” the redhead runs to her, lifting and spinning her. she squeals and giggles in his arms.

he sets her back to her feet and his eyes flick to yours. “y/nnn, long time no see!” he gives you a respectful side hug. you chuckle. “hey kiri, mina finally convinced me to come out.”

“well, i have a feeling you won’t regret it.” a grin spreads on his face, almost the same as mina did earlier today. something’s definitely up, but you shrug it off. kiri walks off, leaving you standing with mina.

suddenly the smell of marijauna hits your nose. your head turns in the direction of it. you’re met with the sight of, a guy you’re not quite familiar with. you know he has to be mina and kiri’s friend, you’ve seen him on kiri’s story before.

your eyes fall upon him, taking in his appearance. blonde hair with a black streak, beautiful golden eyes, piercings in his eyebrow, nose, lip.

the guy sits back in a lawn chair, carefully and skillfully rolling a blunt with his fingers. he laughs to something kirishima said, you assume. his eyes meet yours, he gives you a friendly smile.

you return it before turning to mina. “mina, who the fuck is that?” you ask, gesturing to the blonde beside kirishima. a grin grows on her face as her eyes flick to the blonde, then to you. “taking a liking of denki, i see.” she hums out in an almost amused tone.

“well yeah, he’s totally my type, it’s almost like..” you pause, turning back to mina. realization hits you, fast. “almost like this was planned. seriously mina?” you grumble.

“okay im sorry, i know i shouldn’t have but i set this up. i just really think you two would get on well, and like you said..hes totally your type!” her voice rings out apologetic but also hopeful. you groan, rubbing your temples. “you’re very lucky i love you and can’t stay mad at you.” you sigh. mina takes you in a hug, apologetic and full of love.

“i love you too, now go talk to him!” she gives you a nudge, you almost stumble. her voice calls out once more. “kiri! let’s go, i wanna play beer pong!!” she sing songs and he perks up. kirishima daps up the blonde, muttering a quick “see ya bro.” mina drags him inside, closing the sliding glass door behind them. smirking at me as she slides it closed, leaving only denki and i in the backyard.

“i can’t believe them.” you scoff. you hear a soft chuckle behind you, turning to let your eyes meet the sound. denki’s shoulder shake slightly. “they definitely set us up.” he chuckles, his tongue gliding along the wrapping paper of the blunt to stick it together.

you plop down into the lawn chair beside him with a slight sigh. “so, you’re denki. i’m y/n.” you hold your hand out to shake his. he snorts a small laugh at the formality.

he dusts off his had that was preoccupied rolling a blunt. he shakes your hand, a look of amusement on his face. “i know who you are, pretty. no need to be so formal.” he chuckles, pulling his hand back to reach into his pocket. he pulls out a lighter and sparks up the blunt.

you chuckle. “sorry, i just get a little awkward around people i’m attracted to.” the words come out before you can even realize what you’d said. when you do, you face palm. “fuck, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to be so forward.” you grumble in embarrassment.

he chuckles again, smoke curling out his lips. “it’s okay, pretty. i’m flattered that a beautiful girl like you finds me attractive.” he smiles. his hand extends, handing the blunt over to you. “here, this will help you let loose. calm your nerves.”

you take the blunt with no second thought. you take a deep drag, a bit too much for you since it’s been a while. you erupt into a coughing fit. denki sits up, patting your back. “shit, are you okay?” his voice laced with apology and concern.

once the coughing fades, you sigh. “yeah i’m okay, just been a while. i just gotta take it easy.” you hum. you bring the blunt back to your lips. you take a smaller drag, the smoke fills your lungs and you exhale slowly. your body relaxes back into the lawn chair, smoke curling off your lips. denki smiles, taking the blunt back as you pass it to him.

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a silence stretches between you two as the high settles in. you both smoked the blunt until it burned out. your cheeks flush, your eyes feel heavy and your mind is at ease. denki turns his head to look at you.

his eyes trace trace your face. the flutter of your lashes when you blink, the flush on your cheeks, the curve of your nose, then your soft, plush, pink lips. “whatcha thinkin about?” he hums out, voice soft.

“this just feels nice. after spending so much time battling my emotions, it feels good to be at ease like this.” your voice is soft, eyes watching the stars, connecting each dot of the constellations. denki listens, he understands.

his voice rings out once more, soft. “i heard…about what happened with your ex. kiri told me about it. im so sorry. you don’t deserve that, y/n. you deserve someone devoted, someone who’s completely infatuated with you.” your head finally turns to look at him, you’re met with his eyes already looking at you.

“thank you denki, that’s really sweet.” you hum out softly. your eyes meeting his, then trail down his face, landing on the glint of his lip ring under the lights. you watch the smile form on his face, your eyes rising to meet his.

“if i didn’t know any better, id say it seems like you’re flirting with me, denki.” you smile, meeting his eyes. his grin spreads wider. “maybe i am, is it working?” he replies, voice soft. you smile, amused. “i think so..” you hum, your body absentmindedly leaning closer to his.

you’re both close enough now that if you lean any further forward, your breaths will be mingling. suddenly his hand come up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. your eyes meet and you swear his eyes are glowing, but that must just be the affect of the weed.

his eyes sparkle in the night, his palm resting on your cheek. your face leans into his hand, almost simultaneously. his eyes flick to your slightly parted lips, then up to your eyes. “may i kiss you? please..” his voice comes out in a whisper.

you nod, almost immediately. he smiles before closing the gap between you. his lips press to yours, soft. you hum, reciprocating the kiss. his tongue glides across your bottom lip like asking for permission.

when you part your lips more, his head tilts to deepen it. his tongue meets yours in a slow, almost sensual dance. he hums against your mouth.

your lips and tongue move in tandem with eachother. the kiss makes you feel like your being hypnotized. his hand leaves your cheek to cradle the back of your head.

you feel something, something cool dragging against your tongue. you pull back, only half an inch, breath fanning against his lips. “what’s that? is there something in your mouth?” you whisper. he doesn’t speak, just sticks his tongue out. and there it is, the shiny silver metal ball in the middle of his tongue.

“holy shit, your tongues pierced? that’s…hot” you breath, eyes meeting his as he smiles. he just leans into to capture your lips again. you comply instantly. lips moving together, tongues gliding in a rhythmic dance.

once the kiss pulls apart, only enough to speak. both of your panting breaths meet. “d’you wanna go to somewhere more private?” he huffs softly against your lips. you nod immediately, he chuckles and takes your hand.

he leads you inside through the sliding glass door, the music hits you. he takes you to the basement, a sign on the door saying “keep out”. you both ignore that and slip inside before anyone sees you.

when you both enter the basement, it’s set up like and extra apartment. a bathroom, kitchen, bedroom. so of course, he leads you to the bedroom. slipping in and closing the door behind you both, locking it.

he turns back to face you, and you’re on eachother in an instant. your lips clash, tongues meeting instantly. your arms loop around his shoulders. his hands land on your waist, backing you into the bed.

your knees buckle and you fall onto the mattress, denki follows you down. the kiss heated and needy. his hands wander, pulling your thigh up over his hip. his hand runs up your side to the strap of your dress.

the kiss breaks, his voice rough and ragged now. “can i take it off, pretty?” you nod, that’s all the permission he needs. he slides the strap down, pulling the dress off your body. you’re now left in just your frail, lace panties.

“you’re so beautiful..” he whispers, coming up to press his lips to yours again. he breaks the kiss only to take off his shirt, tossing it. your eyes light up. he’s more built than you expected, sleeper build that’s for sure.

he comes back down, face in your neck. he trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down the flushed skin. you let out a soft breath. one of his hands come up cupping your breast. his gives a generous squeeze, thumb brushing over your peaked nipple.

his lips trail down over your collarbone, down to your breast. he presses a kiss to your nipple before taking it into his mouth, sucking and licking. he alternates between both breasts, sucking, groping and giving equal attention.

he lips trail down your stomach, lower and lower. “denki..” you breath out, stomach flexing beneath his kisses. “i know. i know baby. i’m gonna take care of you.” he press his lips right above your waistband.

his fingers curl into the fabric, tugging it down and off. the cool breeze hits your slick cunt, sending a chill down your spine. his hands find your thighs, spreading them. his lips trail along your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where you need him most.

he uses his thumbs to spread you open, coating in your slick. “youre so wet, s’all for me pretty?” he murmurs, breath fanning against your needy pussy. “denki…please. can you just—” you breath out, interrupted by the feeling of his tongue dragging through your folds and circling your clit.

your body jerks, hips bucking into his mouth. he chuckles, the sound running through you. his tongue drags through you, collecting your slick then back up to circle your clit, sucking gently.

you let out a shaky sigh, hips grinding into his tongue. the cool metal of the piercing against your clit is electrifying. his fingers circle your drooling entrance once, twice, the plunge in deep and curling. you let out a moan, head falling back.

your fingers tangle in his hair and he pumps his fingers in a steady rhythm. he curls them deep, and scissors you open while his moth works your clit. he sucks, licks and hums into you. he eats you like you’re his last meal, his favorite to.

his hips rut against the mattress, his cock hard and leaking beneath his pants. he moans into you, the sound vibrating against your clit and through your body.

“you taste so fuckin good” he hums into you, doubling down his efforts to push you over the edge. his hips simultaneously grinding into the mattress. “fuck…denki— i’m gonna cum..” you moan out, hips bucking into his fingers and tongue.

his fingers curl deep, sucking your clit into his mouth. you tumble head on into your orgasm. denki doesn’t stop. he sucks up every bit of your release. fingers pumping slowly, tongue circling your clit to drag it out. “that’s it baby…let go f’me..” he almost moans into you.

once he finally pulls away, you’re breathless. his face messy with your slick, he wipes it away with the back of his hand. you pant softly, he comes up and meets your lips with his. his hands fidget with his belt.

you hear the clinking, his jeans come down and boxers following shortly after. he grips himself at the base, giving a slow stroke from base to tip. he moans into your mouth. the kiss breaking for a moment. “fuck…i need to feel you..” he rasps against your lips. his cock dragging through your slick walls in a slow grind.

he’s holding himself back so hard, you can tell by the way his hips stutter and his eyes flutter. “denki..i want this..” you whisper, cupping his cheek. his eyes flutter open to meet yours. “are you sure? i can’t hold back much longer. i don’t want to hurt you.” he whispers out, giving a long, slow grind to emphasize his point.

you nod, pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss. when you pull back, his eyes meet yours. “fuck..okay. just tell me if it’s too much.” you nod. he grips himself at the base, lining his cock up with your entrance. he finally pushes in, the tip first and he swears he could cum just from this.

he pushes in slow, inch by inch. once he bottoms out, a moan rips from his throat. your warm, gummy walls hug him tightly. his forehead drops to your shoulder.

“can i move? fuck, please tell me i can move..” he grits out, barely holding himself back. you let out a shaky breath, and nod. “please..i need you” you whisper. denki pulls back, hands falling on your hips.

he pulls his hips back, before plunging his cock deep inside you again, the first thrust. then another, and another. denki’s eyes almost roll back. a moan tears from your throat, the sound makes his hips stutter. “shit…oh man…you feel so good..” he whimpers, actually whimpers. the sound turns you on even more, making you gush around his cock.

his thrusts are agonizing, he’s definitely still holding back. your brows screw together, lips parting. “denki…more..” you gasp between moans. “more? that’s what you want? okay pretty, i’ll give it all to you. let me know if it’s too much, i just can’t hold back anymore.”

before you get a chance to respond, he pulls out. he pushes your legs up to your chest, your ankles on his shoulders as he presses against you to keep you in place. his cock plunges into you fast, filling you up. his thrusts are almost punishing.

skin slapping against skin fills the room. each of his thrusts are punctuated by a moan from him. his thrusts punch guttural moans right out of you. the pleasure so intense you can hardly speak.

his thrusts are quick, steady, and rhythmic. his moans fall out right against your ear as he leans over you, kissing your face. “you’re perfect..taking me so well, sweet girl.” he moans, unfiltered and raw. his thrusts hit deep, your moans spilling out.

“s’good…haa— denki…” you gasp out of parted lips. denki’s hands find your thighs. he grabs the underneath of your knees, spreading you wiiiide open for him causing your hips to lift up off the bed.

he plunges in again, deep. his tip kisses your cervix at this angle. the veins of his thick cock dragging against your sweet spot. he moans as your walls tighten around him when he hits that spot. “right there baby? yeah?” he grins, voice airy from moans. “yes—! fuck denki, right there…” you start to babble now, head lolling back into the pillows as his hips meet yours in delicious thrusts that make your brain fuzzy.

he moans at your response. he hooks your legs around his hips and come down to kiss you. the kiss is messy and desperate but so good. his thrusts hit all the right places, your walls clench everytime he drives into your sweet spot. your pussy coating his cock in a creamy ring of arousal right at the base.

his hand travels between you both, finding your clit and rubbing fast, mean circles into it. your walls squeeze around him. your moan breaks the kiss. “fuck..you’re squeezing me so tight…this pussys so greedy huh baby?” he chuckles through the pleasure. “you gonna cum f’me pretty girl? i need to feel all of it, okay?” his thrusts turns harder.

his hips meet yours, skin slapping and your pussy making the most lewd squelching sounds. “you hear us baby? no one else ever gets this again, okay?” he grits out through ragged breaths, his thrusts never stop. your brain is so clouded by pleasure that you can hardly even speak, you just nod.

he suddenly pulls out. “no. no. i need words baby. i wanna hear you say it, i need you to say it.” you whine at the loss of contact. “denkiii…” you drag out. “what baby? i need you to listen to me, sweet girl.” he caresses your cheek. “no one else…only you.” the loss of contact almost makes you cry, you need it so bad.

you blink at him through glossy eyes. “oh don’t cry, pretty baby. that’s all i needed. i’ll take care of you now.” he presses a sweet kiss right below your eye. he reaches beside you, grabbing a pillow. “lift your hips f’me baby.” he hums out, and you comply instantly. he places the pillow beneath your hips and positions himself between your legs again.

his hands rest on your hips as he lines up at your oozing hole. he pushes in, all at once in a quick thrust. then he does it again, nearly pulling all the way out, then thrusting all the way in. his pace building, his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. you let out a cry, arching into the pleasure. your head drops back into the pillow.

you can feel him everywhere, so deep. “shit baby, look. i’m in your stomach.” he moans out. your head lifts at the sound of him, then you see it. the bulge low in your stomach with each time he thrusts into you. he presses down gently, feeling himself fuck into you. “feel me this deep baby? s’all yours now..” he moans out, thrusting harder into your sloppy cunt.

your pussy gushes all around him with each drive of his cock into you. your walls tighten as you near your orgasm. his fingers finding your clit once again, rubbing fast circles. his thrusts turn erratic.

you cry out in pleasure. your sweet sounds fueling denki’s every move. his head drops back for a moment, hips stuttering. “denki— i’m so close..” you cry out, hips bucking into his. “i know baby, me too. let go f’me, i need to feel it.” he whimpers out, one hand landing on your hip for leverage as he thrusts into your warm, gummy walls.

your vision starts to white out, your mind fogging up. moans spilling from your lips as your face twists in ecstacy. denki’s thrust never falter, sending you into euphoria.

when your body locks up and your walls clamp around him, he knows you’re cumming. his thrusts slow, but have more force behind them. his fingers never stop on your clit.

“that’s it..juuust like that baby…” he coos, fucking you right into what may be the most intense orgasm of your life. you let out a guttural moan as your body trembles, your eyes roll into the back of your head as your orgasm sweeps you up.

you cum hard all over his cock, he picks his pace back up. he eyes watch were he thrusts into you with sloppy thrusts. he moans, balls tightening and he starts to tumble over the edge. “fuck— baby i’m cumming!” he gasps, pulling out last minute. his warm seed spurts out over your stomach.

he collapses against you, both of you panting. your hearts hammering in your chests, right against eachother. you stay like this, bodies wracking through the after shocks.

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once you’ve both calmed down. he lifts his body off of yours. your eyes lids heavy with exhaustion blinking up at him. he presses a sweet kiss to your lips. “are you okay, baby?” he hums softly. you give a nod and a small smile, too sleepy to talk just yet.

his eyes flick down between you both, seeing the mess you’ve created. he chuckles softly. “let me clean you up, pretty.” he kisses the corner of your mouth before lifting off of you. he grabs his boxers from the floor and puts them on before exiting the room.

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once he returns, he has a cold water bottle in one hand, a warm, damp rag in the other. he helps you sit up and hands you the water bottle. you crack to bottle open as denki starts to clean you up.

he places a soft hand on your thigh, taking the rag to clean you up gently in case you’re feeling sore. he wipes up your stomach, and the mess between your legs. once you’re all clean, he tosses the rag into the dirty hamper across the room.

he comes over, grabbing your discarded panties off the floor. he slides them up your legs until they sit on your hips. then he grabs his own discarded shirt off the floor and puts it over your head. you lift your arms to assist him.

once you’re all cleaned up, your body relaxes back into the bed. you let out a soft sigh. denki crawls up beside you, lifting the blanket over the two of you. he pulls you into his chest, a gentle hand carding through your hair.

you feel content, the silence stretches for a few moments. not an awkward silence, just basking in the feeling of this intimacy.

after a moment, you tilt your head up to look at him. your eyes meet his. his hand rests on your cheek, brushing under your eye. “what is it, baby?” he hums softly. “i was just hoping that this isn’t just a one time thing..” you reply, eyes flicking between his.

his thumb stills against your cheek. “one time thing? after all that? of course not.” he says, voice soft and affectionate. “i just…i like the way it feels being with you.” you hum, pressing your face into him palm. “so do i, baby. which is why im going to take you on a proper date. i want to court you, buy you flowers, smoke with you late at night, cuddle and be all lazy with you in the mornings.” his thumb brushes over the apple of your cheek softly. “this wasn’t just a quick fuck for me. i really like you, y/n. i want to show you what it’s like to be with someone who cares, someone who’s worthy of your heart.”

his words could almost bring tears to your eyes. you smile, you can feel the genuineness in his words and that’s enough to believe him. “i’d love that, denks.” you hum softly. a smile spreads on his lips. “good, cus i wasn’t asking.” his words make you snort a soft laugh. you lean up, closing the gap between you two with a deep, sweet and tender kiss.

you lay your head back on his chest. your heart feels so full. your mind is currupt with only one thought, that thought being denki. he holds you against him, one hand rubbing circles on your lower back, the other carding through your hair.

you hum in content, smiling to yourself at the thought of what’s to come with him. your heavy eyelids flutter closed, exhaustion winning the battle as sleep overtakes you.

soft snores and even breaths, you’re out. denki chuckles softly, presses a kiss to your hair before sleep takes him under to.

the party long forgotten, the “keep out” sign on the basement door wasn’t given a second thought— was probably another set up by kirishima and mina. who cares now, you’re just two people content and comfortable in each others embrace.

the rest of this will come in the morning. for now, cuddles and sleep matter much more.

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note: OKAYYY OKAYYY, HOW WAS THAT?? this is actually my first time writing something like this, especially smut so i’m sorry if it’s horrible. please give brutally honest feedback so i can correct anything. maybe leave a suggestion on what i should maybe do next? also, please forgive me if this isn’t set up to your liking, this is my first time and im still trying to figure out how tumblr works! that’s if anyone sees this lol😭. thank you, i hope you enjoy!!🤍

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