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Ah- no good for sparring I see, whatddya do with yer misrable life without a fucking quirk ? watch people who have ones ?

-katsuki

mod: he's a little mean but he'll improve later I promise

miserable? now that's rude. i don't think it's miserable at all. i live my life the same way you do.

you're trying, that's gotta count- *smirks lightly* what's yer quirk ?

-katsuki

trying? *i let out a small laugh.* c’monnn, you gotta give me more credit than that.

-Katsuki

mod: I'm really sorry I promise it'll be better soon

-katsuki

-mod: I'm so sorry I just woke up I have no idea where this is going start a conversation I beg you

you really are so beloved. i adore you.

katsuki

-eren

You seen cal anywhere? *He asks the girl from your class who's currently trying to feel him up while keeping her at an arms distance quite literally. He checks his phone, turning it away from the nosy partygoers around him. No new notifications. He flips his phone idly between his long fingers, resting his sulking face on his palm.*

*Ahh well , he couldn't be caught out of his element by you of all people. He pockets his phone back in with his smug air of bored superiority back in place, pushing aside the crowd and smirking up at geto. He uses his card to swipe the multiple lines into 3 thick lines resembling the Adidas symbol , and leans down with his finger pushing one nostril shut.*

*the party is loud, loud enough that I can hear it from down the street. music blares from the speakers in the house and spills onto the front yard, and the door to shoko’s place is open.*

*as I walk up the steps, I can see beams from the multicolored lights painting bodies as they move through her house. shoko might seem like the brooding type, but she knows how to throw a party. i greet her warmly when I walk in, hugging her quickly and glancing around as her gaze follows someone stumbling blindly out of the door I just came in.*

*i scan over the crowd, mainly looking for one familiar top of white hair as I look for my two friends. I spot it hovering over suguru’s abdomen. surprisingly, it’s a familiar sight. i debate for a moment on making him come to me first but ultimately just decide to head in his direction. I’ve at least got to say hi before playing hard to get.*

*as I approach, I can see a girl from my statistics class talking to him. he’s doing a line off suguru, but her hand is placed firmly on his bicep, the first of many irritating sights Im bound to see as the night drags on.*

*he chuckles as he watches you roll around in bed and your little display of annoyance (irritation??) towards him. It has him wanting to toy with you some more , get some more of that sass he lives for outta you.* Aww am i giving you cute aggression? You can take it out on me instead yknow. *He's thankful you're sleepy and he's spared a faceful of pillow*

Hmm that depends... *He walks around the bed to where you're lying now, pulling the covers up as he tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. Maybe he'll try and go one whole day without finding excuses to touch you to prove to himself he's not weird abt you. Even if he loses it's just casual and no big deal right? Right??* Will you? That way I'll have something to look forward to yknow...

*He continues playing with your hair, ruffling it just cuz he likes the feel of it. He lowers himself on one knee, resting his chin on the bed and traces your features, adoring the way you struggle to keep your eyes open just to keep looking at him. He cups your cheek in his palm, and when you finally give in to sleep he presses his lips against your forehead. telling the urge to lie next to you and pull you into his chest one last no, and casting one last glance at your sleeping form, he knows he has to leave now*

*I give a sleepy laugh at the cute aggression thing, peeking over the pillow as he walks around to crouch beside the bed. I feel such strong affection for him. I’m convinced that I bleed it. I push aside the thought, closing my eyes and focusing of the feeling of his finger as he brushes my hair behind my ear.*

I asked you first. *i mumble sleepily, content to pretend for a moment.* I’ll go if you do… you can count on it.

*i fight sleep to watch him, bleary eyes looking over the gentle curve of his cheek as his fingers trace my features. he’s so pretty, beautiful even. especially in these quiet moments when he doesn’t hide his affection, the affection I want to believe is there but refuse to acknowledge.*

*you sound like the sweetest melody. He knows he's gonna be haunted by these pretty moans of yours once he's all alone by himself but he let's himself live a little for now. He hums along to your whimpers and moans in acknowledgement & brushes his hand over yours encouraging you to let go.* Doing so good baby, you gon let me taste you now? That's right let go for me I've got you.

*He balances you by adjusting your thigh so you don't slip from the way you're getting restless in your ecstasy. His mouth latched onto your pretty cunt and eyes to your face, he watches in awe as you fall apart all because of him. It hits him like a brick to the chest. He's the cause of this, it's his name in your mouth, fuck he thinks he's in love*

*His legs are jelly when he has to get up. You can feel him smile against your lips , before he lets you kiss him out of his trance. He can feel your exhaustion in the lazy strokes of your tongue and he pulls away first , passing you a towel and helping you dry yourself up. He's wants to put you over his shoulder and tuck you in bed already with how sleepy you look.* This ok? *He wants to make sure just incase you prefer to do this on your own*

*i let him dry me off, offering sleepy smiles whenever his eyes meet mine. i nod when he asks if it’s okay, content to just pretend that this is normal and not entirely too intimate for what we say we are.*

*i secure my hands around his neck when he carries me to the bed, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. a content sigh escapes me when he lays me down and I blink wearily at him.*

hey… *i start, looking at him. the words get caught in my throat.* oh… uh, nevermind..

*shit. i can’t look at him. i want to ask him to stay, but even I know that’s crossing a line we’ve hardly ever crossed, let alone sober. still, it’s going to suck to sleep alone. still, I leave the other side of the bed open and empty, just in case. i look at him, tongue heavy.* thank you. *im not really sure what I’m thanking him for, whether it’s the studying or for good dick or for just being him.*

*i blush when he gives me a lopsided smile, rolling over and burying my face in my pillow with a groan. he’s so charming. too charming. i like everything about him, even the things I hate. fuck, if I’m not careful, I’ll fall for real. i ignore the nagging voice in my head. as if you haven’t already.*

Whenever? *He raises an eyebrow, smugly watching you lose your mind on his tongue* getting a little carried away there are you? *It can't be, it's too good to be true. He so badly wants to read more into it but dismisses the thought, he'll take you in whatever way you let him have you.* You'd want to be careful, what if i end up falling for you?

*It's teasing, his tone. He's good at hiding how he truly feels, been doing it his whole life. He nips the inside of your thighs, just to hear you whine in complaint at him pulling away* mhm so are you, should see yourself like this.. *He kisses & entwines your fingers with his this time he buries his face between your legs, shutting his eyes close as he tongue fucks you for all he's worth*

*he sighs when he hears you moans sleepily, squeezing your hand and encouraging you to make take from him what you need.* Cum whenever you feel like it.. just say my name when you do it , please? *He thinks he sounds desperate , but he can't bring himself to care cuz it's always worth it when you make that face and say his name like that*

*i pull on his hair, nails scratching his scalp as he guided my hips across his face. my heart skips when he mentions falling for me, face flushing as I try and roll the feeling off my shoulders. gojo isn’t that type. i repeat that to myself as I answer him.* wouldn’t be so bad if it means that i get you like this m-more often.

*im flirting with the idea of him loving me, hips bucking slowly against his face as I tell myself that it’s harmless to fantasize in these situations. my words are teasing, a breathy upward lilt to them as I keep my brown eyes trained in his blue ones. I know that I’m lying to myself, playing off my statement with a moan.*

*i let my hand fall from his head, taking his and squeezing it tightly.*

yeah? I’m getting close… *i breathe out, chest beginning to heave as I hit that crest. a string of curse words leave my lips before his name does, prolonged and breathy. then, I am repeating it as I crash down, the knee supporting me beginning to wobble as I bend forward over his figure.* god, satoru, satoru. oh shit.

*the hand that holds his squeezes tight, keeping him close and in my grip as I come over and out the other side of it. i run my fingers through his hair, sleepily beckoning him back to me before giving him a kiss and tasting myself.*

*His middle and index finger spread you apart for him to lightly graze his lips up your slit before wrapping them around your clit and sucking sloppily, making his drool mix with your slick and slide down his chin* prettiest pussy I've ever seen... *He laps up what he can of your juices with skilled strokes of his tongue.* Mm you think so? Think i deserve to get to do this more often then, don't you agree?

*He presses the flat of his tongue against your soaked lips, groaning at the taste & sweeping his tongue across. It has him smiling a drunk smile and rolling his eyes back. Fuck he could do this all day long if you let him. He loves this, loves that you're the only thing he can see and feel right now. It's heaven*

*He can feel you getting greedier, hips rolling in need. He wishes you'd be more selfish with him. It fucks him up the way you own him now yet are so painfully unaware of it.* Want more baby? Why don't you go on and grind against my face like i know you wanna...

*i groan and knot my fingers in his hair, nodding along with his words. gojo’s tongue feels good and I shiver when he presses the flat of his tongue against me, whining as I feel my knees beginning to turn to jelly.*

yeah. whenever you want, satoru. can fuck me whenever you want. oh god, please don’t stop. *i beg, voice breathy and soft. it’s hard to keep my eyes locked on his, but it has my stomach in knots. i can feel that familiar heat building already.*

*when he tells me to grind on him, I feel my face flush before rolling my hips once against his mouth and then twice. my knee buckles and I watch with slightly parted lips.* god satoru. anyone ever told you how fucking sexy you are like that?

*i lick my lips, letting out a deep sigh.* you’re just…. you’re so fucking hot.

*heat pools in my stomach, swirling slowly as it gathers between my legs. i can feel myself climbing to that high already. I’m so turned on watch him on his knees for me like that. he’s such a cocky and confidant person. it makes me weak to see him like this and even weaker at the fact that he’s still in control somehow.*

*when you turn around to face him, he can't help but smile and hold you by the waist. He caresses the apple of your cheek, leaning down to kiss your forehead gently* i think you like it cal...

*He turns you around and pins you between the wall and himself , a smug grin replacing the gentle smile and his gaze heating up.* Think you like it when you smell like me. *He takes amusement in the way you get flustered and struggle to come up with a reply. Don't get him wrong he loves it when you're confident. But watching you get shy and that too when you can't hide from him? Yeah...*

it's why you keep letting me in, *his fingers trails up your body , he knows what he's doing when he touches you like this. He takes pride in knowing your body like the back of his hand. His thumb grazes the inside your thighs as he lowers himself on his knees* don't you?

*He takes one of your hands and brings them to his hair, taps at your thigh for you to lift it and then places it in his shoulder.* If you look away from me ,I'll stop.

*i nod when he asks me if I’m still sleepy, leaning my head back onto his chest and inhaling deeply as he rolls my breast under his large palm. he’s got such big hands, he’s big everywhere really, but the comfort of his hands on my chest and then my cheek when I turn around makes me smile up at him.*

*I can feel the tension shift as he pushes me gently against the wall, breath hitching as his fingers trail up my thigh.* and if I do? *I manage to squeak out, voice breathy as he lowers himself to his knees.*

*i raise my leg onto him shoulder and I can feel his breath across my cunt, mixed with the warm steam from the shower. I’m mesmerized, nodding when he tells me not to look away.*

*it takes everything I have not to shut my eyes when he starts licking me. i suck in a shark breath, knotting my fingers in his hair at the way his tongue feels right off the bat. he moves it slowly, just feeling around my cunt with his tongue.* fuck… *i let out a breathy sigh, still slightly sensitive, but more so enthralling my the view.*

*He holds your wrist when you step down from his arms, not trusting your knees just yet. The sight of you covered in lovebites, his lovebites and the marks left on your hips from how hard he was gripping them makes him want to be the cause of it everytime. He wraps his arm around you & pulls you closer, smirking a little at your remark* then do it more often?

*The temperature settings are a bit confusing to him but he manages, putting his hand under the shower first to make sure it's not too hot then beckoning you to hop in* this ok for you? *He has to push his hair up his forehead when he talks to you* let's get you squeaky clean first cuz you stink. *He scrunches his nose to rile you up further*

*i nod when he asks me to stay with him, heart warmed by the fact that he wants to take care of me. gojo always has been an exceptional hookup that way. it’s what makes me need to push down these feelings further. affection, desire, possessiveness, I feel all of it when I’m with him. though, the truth is that he doesn’t need to ask. he could hang around forever and I’d never grow tired of him.*

yeah? *i hum when he tells me to do it more often, feeling the smooth skin that bares bruises from my lips.* maybe I will.

*i watch him fiddle with the temperature nobs, crossing my arms over my chest and smiling at how clumsy he is with it. it’s endearing. then, I watch as he steps into the shower, letting my tired eyes take shamelessly over his figure before I scoff at his light remark.* I smell like you right now, dumbass. *i roll my eyes, stepping forward to feel the temperature of the water.* it’s your cologne. *i sneer, trying to ignore the way my heart squeezes in my chest. i like the thought of smelling like him.*

*the water is the perfect temperature, not too hot and not too cold. i sigh when I step into it, pressing my back against his chest. there’s really no need to stand this close to him, but it feels like to have my skin against his.* well… it won’t be a problem for long.