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the mha! boys are smelling a tad too good.

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This is fucking stupid but I decided to post this again after I deleted it a long time ago bc I hated it. Anyways gojo gave birth to megumi he is literally a mother

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ACCIDENTALLY CALLING TOJI “DAD” DURING SEX

Tw - DAD kink, established relationship, father figure Toji kinda, Age gap (early 20s, late 30s) Not proofread.

A/n - Hey so! This is friction :Þ

You're gasping beneath him, every shaky breath snagging in your throat as your thighs locks tighter around his waist. Your arms are thrown up above your head as his heavy weight keeps you pinned to the mattress. It's suffocating in the best kind of way possible.

He’s all thick muscles and warmth, every inch of him pressing down hard like he’s trying to brand you with his weight. His skin’s damp with sweat, warm and gritty and he smells like cedar, smoke and something darker— like lust soaked into sun-baked skin.

The sound of your whimpers echoes under the hum of the ceiling fan, paired with the dull thumb of the headboard rocking against the wall. Toji's grunting lowly in your ear, rough voice thick with the kind of tired huskiness that makes your stomach coil.

“Such a needy fucking thing, huh?” he pants, teeth grazing your earlobe before he gently licks at it. “Couldn't even wait for me to get home. Practically jumped me soon as I walked through the door”.

You had to, you spent the whole day alone, overthinking and fidgeting and yearning for him to get home, you're always so good for him, so quiet and well-behaved until you're not. Until you're climbing into his lap while he still has dust on his hands and grease under his fingernails. You'd kissed him without thinking, your breath shaky, hands clumsy, and your thighs already sticky where your shorts pressed into your core.

And now, you're all soaked and stretched, your hips twitching each time he thrusts into you. His hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting— enough to make you feel owned by him. His thumb strokes the side of your neck like he's calming a wild thing.

“You always get like this when I'm gone, don't you?” he murmurs, eyes locked into yours. “like you miss me too much that you don't know what to do with yourself”.

You nod stupidly, glossy lips parted— your tongue caught between your teeth as you try to form words but they're foggy and melting away under his pleasurable rhythm. You clutch his back like you're trying to hug him, blunt nails digging into the hard, flexing muscles and your voice is a broken whisper—

“Please, please, I— Toji, I need—”

“Mmm? Need what, sweetheart?” he coos, cruel and gentle all at once, his face just mere inches away from yours. “Tell me. C'mon, don't go dumb on me now”.

You try, you really do but your mind's spinning, undone by how deep he is, how close he’s finally holding you, how safe and filthy it all feels. You wrap your arms around his neck like it'll keep you grounded, your forehead pressing into his shoulder while tears burn at the corners of your eyes, voice shaking as it slips out:

“Please, Dad—!”

The whole room freezes and goes cold. Your breath catches and you're eyes go wide, mortified as ever. Even the ceiling fan seems to stop spinning for a second.

Toji stops moving— not fully but his hips are still, his cock buried to the base inside you, just marinating in your warmth while your slick clings onto his shaft. You can feel the way his cock suddenly twitches at the word. His sharp eyes find yours immediately.

His lips curl into a taunting smirk, his eyes gleaming with something smug and confident. “Huh?” he drawls, low and amused. “What was that?”

You immediately panic, your face burning with embarrassment. “I— I didn't mean, shit I didn't—”

He chuckles at how eagerly you're trying to defend yourself. A rumbling chuckle, his nose brushing yours as he leans down to your face. “You calling me dad now, kid?”. He murmurs, hot breath against your lips.

You squirm under him, shaking your head furiously, wishing you could go by in time and change it. “It was an accident! I swear—”

“Accident, huh?” he softly kisses your cheek, nips it then coasts down to your jaw. “You sure about that? Sure you didn't just let that pretty little mouth slip ‘cause I fuck you better than any little boy your age ever could?”

You're still shaking your head, tears spilling now from shame and pleasure and the overwhelming intimacy of it. He's everywhere— rough voice in your ear, chest smushed against yours, cock thick and pulsing inside you.

“Poor thing,”he whispers. “You thinking about that? Thinking about how I take care of you? Pay your rent. Fix your car. Feed you. Fuck you”.

“Toji— please, don't—”

“Dad, huh?” he murmurs again, rolling his hips once, hard enough to make you cry out. “Y'know, I am kinda like a father figure to you, ain't I?”

He reaches between you, thumb rubbing circles over your clit now, voice a soft mocking croon in your ear. “You get all bratty when I'm not around. Need me to put you in your place. Want my attention. Cry when I don't give it to you”. his hips start rolling against you again.

“Sound a lot like a needy little girl who wants her dad's approval”.

You're sobbing now, your hips jerking and toes curling against his lower back, overwhelmed by shame and pleasure to the point where you're completely ruined. “Say it again,” he breathes. “C'mon. You said it once— say it like you mean it”.

You try to resist— teeth sinking into your lip so hard you could taste blood but your body betrays you. You're shaking under him, soaked and desperate to cum, desperate to finish all over his cock but he's not letting up— he'll drag this out until you break.

So you do end up breaking.

“Please, Dad,” you whisper, voice cracking, cheeks wet with tears. “Please, I wanna cum!”.

He growls, leaning down to kiss your forehead, sounding proud and satisfied. “There's my girl”.

And then he fucks into you harder— deep, punishing thrusts that knock the breath from your lungs. His hand clamps around your throat, not too tight but just enough to make your head spin. He’s mouthing at your neck, all teeth and tongue, sucking marks into your skin like he’s branding you.

“Begging your dad to cum— fucking hell, you're so messed up, darling,” he groans, sounding very very proud despite his words. “But that's okay. I'll take care of you. Always do. Now I get why you're always clinging onto me and looking at me as if I hung the damn moon”.

You came undone with the next thrust, your body convulsing and teeming as pleasure rips through every nerve. You sob his name— or maybe “Dad” again— you can't even tell anymore because you can't think straight nor even breathe properly.

He follows moments later, groaning your name like a prayer. Maybe the name “dad” got to his head because now his swollen cockhead is leaking into your womb and filling you up with his seed like he owns you and plans on planting a baby inside you.

After he pulls out, he gently presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and tender against your skin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close to his warm chest and you let yourself melt into him, too tired and sore to even think about moving. The exhaustion weighs heavily on your limbs but his warmth keeps you anchored in place.

“Dad, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, a smirk dancing against your hair. “Might have to get that in writing”. You groan into his shoulder, a mix of exhaustion and frustration creeping into the sound but it only makes him laugh— a warm, smug sound that rumbles through his chest. His arms tighten around you, and you can feel the slight smugness in his grin, knowing full well how much he enjoys teasing you.

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( home cumming )

househusband!satoru prepares his special matcha pancakes in the early sunday morning. with nothing on more than a pale blue apron and lots of love for his breadwinning wife. well, that was until you took him hostage in the countertop of the kitchen.

"missed you in bed..." your hands inch on his exposed waist. voice barely a whisper but nevertheless laced desire for your pretty husband, "let me take a look at you real quick."

in a quick 180 spin, your husband faces you exhibiting gloriously his voyeuristic look. your lips part in a smug smile, his toned body meshed perfectly on his body, accentuating his narrow waist by how tightly he laced the apron.

"you're so fucking hot like this 'toru." a shiver ran down satoru's spine as your nails brush his exposed skin. his pretty face twisting away with a small pout, and you thought how long it was since you had tasted him in your mouth and teased him.

"...really?"

"mhm! makes me miss all the things we did before marriage..." as tough as it was, keeping a household afloat was busy duty, from both of your ends, leaving him and you exhausted at the end of most days. satoru deserved each and every spare second of your attention and affection before he wildly claims you're fucking your secretary— untrue by the way.

your lips found their way towards your husband's exposed skin, following down, trailing towards the disturbance on the apron. you kissed his hips before going under the fabric, gojo killed the switch on the stove swiftly and pushed the cotton apron to the side so his grip on your hair would be firm while you tease his pink tip with the cusp of your tongue.

"sh-it, honey~" his dick would slip off from your lips to your cheeks or chin as he began to nudge his hips forward. your wet tongue followed the path of veins around his shaft till his base rested over you face.

satoru's eyes glistened watching his wife's face be his cock placeholder, his chest heaved and his grip on you hardened when you took his balls to your mouth, sucking and kissing and making them a slippery mess, "fuck sweetheart, keep it like that and i'll cum all over your face..."

gojo knew with his words you wouldn't relent until all his pent up lust was spread all over your face for him to later lick clean. and maybe, as a good, diligent husband, he would return his wife's favor by eating your pussy out with some newly bought maple syrup.

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Roe Deer/rådjur. Värmland, Sweden (April 15, 2022).

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he knows my shade / k. bakugo

he knows your makeup shades, brands, and preferences by heart!

the bell above the shop door chimed as you stepped inside, eyes lighting up at the familiar rows of skincare, blushes, and lip tints. you hadn’t expected to end up in a makeup store today, but when you spotted it on the corner and pointed it out, katsuki bakugo just gave a gruff, “tch. if we’re already here, might as well.”

you didn’t expect him to follow you inside. you really didn’t expect him to stay close by, arms crossed, eyes scanning shelves like he was on some kind of mission.

as you wandered over to the lipstick display, you heard him mutter behind you, “that’s not the one you use.”

you turned, brows raised. “huh?”

he pointed at the tube in your hand. “that brand’s too dry for your lips. you always use that other one—the one with the gold cap.”

you blinked. “you… noticed that?”

he looked away, ears tinting pink. “i’m not blind, dumbass. you always complain when your lips feel dry. that brand sucks.”

you bite back a smile and reach for the right one—your shade, your favorite brand. the one he somehow remembered down to the packaging.

you wandered a little more, grabbing a concealer, and without hesitation he said, “you’re shade 105 in that. you went too light last time and kept whining about looking like a ghost.”

“...”

“bakugo katsuki,” you said slowly, looking at him like he’d grown a second head. “how do you know all of this?”

he shrugged, still not making eye contact. “you talk.” he pointed at you. “i listen.” then pointed at himself.

your heart skipped.

he didn’t say it to be romantic. that was just him—blunt, rough, no-nonsense. but those four words said more than any cheesy pickup line ever could.

you reached out and gently bumped your shoulder against his. “thanks, kat. that’s actually really sweet of you.”

he grunted. “whatever. just hurry up before you end up buying the whole damn store.”

still, he stayed by your side the entire time—grumbling, yes, but you caught him sneaking glances at you every time you smiled at a new item.

and you knew, without him ever needing to say it, that he liked seeing you happy. even if it meant memorizing every shade, every brand, every detail just because it mattered to you.

as you reached the lip care section and immediately lit up. “ooh, they have new flavors! i’ve been wanting to try a different lip balm.”

bakugo followed behind, glancing lazily at the shelves “what's wrong with the one you always use?”

“i dunno,” you said with a shrug, twisting open a tester to sniff. “just thought i’d change it up since i'm always using strawberry flavor. maybe try this cherry one—”

“no.”

you blinked, turning to him. “what?”

he crossed his arms and frowned, a bit too intensely for such a tiny lip balm. “the one you use now tastes better. the strawberry one.”

your brain short-circuited. “i…i’m sorry, what?”

bakugo looked away, jaw clenching. “i said what i said. the old one’s better. that cherry crap’s probably gonna taste all artificial and weird.”

you gawked at him, warmth blooming in your cheeks. “wait…you’re actually savoring my lip balm tastes when we kiss?”

he tsked, clearly flustered now. “i’m not fucking savoring it, i’m just saying…i notice, alright? and that one—” he jabbed a finger toward the familiar pink tube you always used, “—that one’s the good one.”

a beat passed.

you broke into a wide grin. “katsuki. are you telling me you enjoy kissing me when i wore that strawberry flavored lip balm?”

“don’t make it weird,” he muttered, grabbing the old brand and tossing it into your shopping basket with zero hesitation. “just stick with the usual.”

you were still giggling as you walked toward the register, and bakugo, still flushed and fuming behind you, grumbled something under his breath about how you’re the one who kisses him first anyway.

after ringing up the products you bought, katsuki immediately beat you at paying as his card was already pushed on the cashier's hand. you looked at him in surprise but then blushed at his act of kindness—but to him, he just loves spoiling you.

when you thank him with all of your heart, he couldn't help but to feel warm in his chest as he literally watched you hoover him with sparkles in your eyes. and in his mind, he was sure he would do that all over again just to see you this happy.

as the two of you stepped out of the store, the little bell above the door jingled behind you. your bag was full of your favorite essentials—plus a few extras bakugo had thrown in with an annoyed scowl and muttered, “just get it already.”

he reached out and plucked the shopping bag from your hand before you could even blink.

“hey—!”

“i’m carrying it,” he said flatly, already walking ahead.

you jogged a few steps to catch up, a smile tugging at your lips. “you’re such a softie.”

“shut up,” he shot back, ears already turning red.

the two of you walked side by side, your free hand brushing his. when you slipped your fingers into his, he didn’t pull away—just squeezed gently, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

the city buzzed around you: people, traffic, distant music—but it all felt quiet with him next to you, warm and steady.

then, just as you turned the corner toward a quieter street, he suddenly stopped walking.

you turned to him, confused. “kat—?”

he set the shopping bag down for a moment, then leaned in and kissed you.

soft. quick. familiar.

but when he pulled back, he made a face as he licked his lips. “yep. that new lip balm would’ve ruined that.”

you laughed as you hooked your arms around his neck. “oh my god, you’re actually obsessed with my lip balm.”

“nah, not the balm,” he muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you closer as you walked again. “just the way you taste.”

that shut you right up.

but the grin you wore all the way home? yep. he definitely noticed.

and if he kissed you again at the next stoplight just to prove his point? well… who were you to complain?

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©luvvixu2025

a/n: based on true story lol! i think this is so far my most favorite katsuki story that i wrote.

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Do we think… Gojo would’ve bought this?

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Creep

Warnings: Creepy/stalker behavior, breeding kink, pussydrunk behavior, cumflation, stomach bulge, subspace, premature ejaculation, orgasms

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You know it's wrong, so wrong to enjoy the attention of a creep.

At least, that's what people call him. But through the snickers and sidelong glances that surround him, there's something about him that intrigues you, attracts you, something you can't seem to get out of your head.

It starts off small, letting him eye you from across the room and flashing him a small smile. Then you notice he starts to get bolder, more confident in his advances. As the days pass, his presence becomes a constant in your routine. He waits for you after class, catches you alone in elevators, leans in closer during conversations, and even starts to find excuses to touch your arm or shoulder. Each interaction feels like a challenge, a test of boundaries that seems he's all too willing to push.

In the beginning, you almost listen to the unease flickering in the back of your mind, warning that maybe you are playing with fire. But as the tension builds, you find your resolve slowly melting, small touches on your arm turn grazes against your ass and the quick glances evolve into him blatantly checking you out.

So only you can be blamed for the situation you're in right now. Only you can be blamed for letting it get like this.

His hips snapped so fast you can't think, you can breathe. Pleasure courses through your body in electric flesh arrows and you could feel your pussy clench around his length in a futile attempt to adjust for his massive size. How could a creep like him be so big? Jesus, you could feel his mushroom tip press against your cervix every time he slammed into you. Countless loads of cum dripped from where you two were connected onto the white sheets below. At any given time he'd blow his load right into you and without much of a stutter fuck the liquid back into you, until he reached his high again and started the cycle over again.

"Mine," he grunts out, his breath hot against your cheek from the brutal mating press he has you in. The bed shook with every thrust, the head board banging against the wall from the way your cervix was getting absolutely abused. The friction, the way he filled you up so perfectly, his hot skin against yours, it was too much, too overwhelming, and your brain couldn't handle the pleasure. You could feel the euphoria absorb your body, making your toes curl and uncurl from the sheer pleasure.

"G-gonna cum in you again" He says through a moan, peppering kissed along your jaw. "Gonna fill you up, make you feel so so good." He doesn’t slow his movement, instead picking up one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder so he can reach even deeper. He places his other hand on your belly, rubbing your skin with his thumb.

"You feel me?" He coos, pressing down on your stomach, intensifying the pressure of his cock inside you and making your moans grow even louder.

"I can feel you, I can feel you squeezing me, feel so good, better than my fist." He chuckles and grabs your throat, squeezing it so your brain goes fuzzy with the slight light of oxygen.

His breathing becomes jagged and with a soft whimper followed by a silent "oh-fu", he blows his load into your battered pussy. There is no warning when cums into you, only the slight stutter of his hips that does nothing to deter his brutal pace. You are soaked down there, his sticky cum leaking out of you as he pushes into you over and over again. But you couldn't be bothered to look right now, you couldn’t open your eyes and ignore the colors you were seeing behind your eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. Your skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing you could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over your body.

"You gonna cum?" He coos into your ear, punctuating his words with an extra sharp thrust. "Cum for me, please." 

As if on cue, you gasp, and let your orgasm wash over you. He doesn't stop his movements, instead, he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him to stop.

"Not gonna stop, gonna fuck you until m' shooting blanks okay?"

SHIGARAKI, YUUTA OKKATSU, L LAWLIET, SHINSO, KENMA, GYUTARO

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Thinking of Incel!Gyutaro who is absolutely obsessed with you. Keeping your discarded things, following you home, stalking your social media, the whole nine yards.

You finally notice him at a party and let him take you home. You're so sweet and perfect, he can't imagine why all your relationships are so short lived. That is until your riding him, kissing up and down his neck adoringly and he can't keep up.

He throws his head back as he empties, trying to lift your hips up so he pull out, but you double down, sitting all the way on it while he cries out. "Fuck, fuck, baby, please I'm not wearin' a rubber...'

You simply giggle, purring affectionately in his ear, mercilessly dragging your hips up and down, plowing straight past his limit without a care in the world. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he'd get so lucky as to creampie any girl, let alone you. Now you're fucking yourself on his spent dick like you own it, he swears your writing your name on it with your hips.

"Fuck, baby, never wanna let you go," He rasps, wincing at the overstimulation. Again, you giggle, playfully nipping his neck. "Fuckin' obsessed with you, you're never gettin' rid-a me." Your sweet laugher drives him wild and he finally asks: "W-What's so funny?"

"You're just too cute..." You coo softly. "You really think I'm stuck with you?"

His face pales, thinking you're gonnna leave at any moment. "I-I mean-"

"It's you who's stuck with me, baby..."

At that moment, it clicks for him. Meeting you at the party wasn't a happy accident. Sharing every class despite having different majors was no coincidence. All your socials being public and then suddenly private after he followed you was carefully orchestrated. This was why all your relationships never made it past a month. It was the lovesick, possessive look in your eye.

"You'll never leave me like all those other guys, will you, Gyutaro?" You ask softly, still rough riding him. "Gonna be mine forever, right?"

"'Course I will," He agrees, well aware he's in over his head, but your hypnotic voice and the heavenly heat of your cunt makes his choice for him. "I'm all yours, forever."

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He’s been adopted!!!

i desperately need you to take a minute to look at this fucking dog.,, lufy is looking for his forever home

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

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Our Journey So Far

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🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

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Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

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Hello there, Queen!

I'd like to request jealous sex in public with our beloved Geto, please ☺️

I hope you have fun with it!

Have a great day! 😘

(don't) kiss me pairing: fwb!Geto x f!Reader

content: mdni, light angst and smut, au where geto never defected, public sex, exhibitionism, jealousy, geto is down bad and delusional but we love him, fwb with feelings, incredibly petty reader, the silent treatment, unprotected piv sex, creampie, panty stealing, cockwarming, having sex while sitting on geto's lap

Suguru Geto didn't need a relationship. Simply didn't have time for one. His hands were full enough as it was, busy with his adopted daughters and work, teaching students and taking care of curses. Why make life more complicated?

That was why he liked you. Always sweet and warm, wrapping your lips around him in more ways than one in private, his cute little coworker who would clear her schedule if it meant spending the night tangled in his sheets.

Sometimes though?

You could be a little much.

Like now, bounding up behind him while you were both on break, chirping his name softly and getting on your tippy toes to press an affectionate peck to his cheek.

"Don't kiss me so much," Suguru murmured, wiping his cheek where your lips had just been, glancing around the empty hall like he had to double check to make sure no one else caught a glimpse of that. It'd been a stressful enough day already, the last thing he needed was Satoru harassing both of you or a lecture from Yaga about any public displays of affection. "Not here."

You deflated almost immediately, a pretty pout forming on your lips. "Oh, okay."

That was another thing he liked - you listened to him.

Although, it didn't take him long to realize you listened a little too well.

He tried to catch you on your way out that evening, apologizing for being so brusque earlier, but you just glanced over your shoulder with an small smile, softly muttering you couldn't come over tonight and leaving before he could get another word in.

The next day? He didn't see you at all.

Catching glimpses of you in classrooms or making coffee in the break room the rest of the week, where you'd offer a perfectly polite wave and resume your conversation with Shoko or Ijichi, always someone there to stop him from asking if you wanted to spend the night or grab a bite to eat later.

Suguru tried coming by your apartment bright and early Saturday morning, using the key you once made him just to find your bed empty.

He had to find out from Satoru you'd taken on some overseas mission with Nanami for the next two weeks. His calls went unanswered, but he told himself you probably just didn't have any service. Except - you did have enough of a connection to post a photo of yourself online, posing on the pale sand in the tiniest bikini imaginable for the camera.

For whoever was capturing the picture of you.

There was no way you asked Nanami - although the idea of the stoic man tapping the button and telling you to smile for him made Suguru's skin itch.

All of a sudden, his responsibilities, all those reasons he used to convince himself commitment was out of the question seemed a lot less pressing. Staring at his ceiling while he struggled to sleep at night, wondering if your thoughts might be lingering on him too.

The sex was good, but what he really missed was the way you felt in his arms afterwards, your body curled into his side and how you'd bury your face into his chest when you yawned.

When he woke up, his sheets were unfortunately soaked with proof of precisely how much he missed you too. As if he was some teenager again, trying not to think about your body under his when you trained together or let his stare linger when you went swimming.

Suguru never realized how slowly time passed when you weren't around to fill the space, catching himself hanging around your barren desk, tempted to smell the cardigan you'd left hanging over your chair.

He was more than a little embarrassed to admit he was excited for your return, foot anxiously tapping the ground at the bar you allegedly agreed to meet Satoru and Shoko at after your plane landed. Three drinks in, he watched as Satoru droned on about some game he'd been playing to Shoko, hoping they didn't notice how often his sharp eyes flicked over to the entrance.

Your plane should've landed what? Two hours ago? So where were-

Suguru's heart stopped when you walked in.

Nanami was holding the door open for you, and you were laughing at something he said. And not a polite little chuckle, but actually laughing, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching up as you smiled so brightly at him.

And he was smiling back.

The glass in his hand shattered.

Broken bits of glass biting into his palm, shards sticking out as Satoru lost it laughing, making some mocking comment in his ear about him losing his girl to Kento, of all people. The fact you were sleeping together wasn't technically a secret, since Satoru once saw you making out from across campus, six eyes and all, but it still wasn't supposed to be public knowledge. Shoko was rolling her eyes, plucking out the glass in his hand without him asking, reversed curse technique making quick work of fixing the shallow cuts.

But there was still blood on his palm, shattered glass stained with it on the table by the time you walked over. Suguru couldn't drag his eyes off the way Nanami's hand briefly skimmed over your back when some stranger stepped too close to you, as if you really needed shielding from some idiot who didn't even have cursed energy.

"Hi guys," You greeted, just as perky as ever, looking over at Shoko and Satoru first before your attention shifted over to him. Your face fell almost immediately, brows furrowed together in a frown as you noticed the mess on the table. "What happened?"

"Oh, why don't you ask your boy-" Satoru started to tease, just to get interrupted with an elbow to the side, his infinity off, his technique not working quite right after the bar served him a Shirley temple with alcohol on accident.

"Sit," Suguru said instead, nodding to the empty seat by his side, sweeping up the broken glass into a pile towards the center of the table, narrowly avoiding slicing his palm open again.

"I think I'm actually gonna get a drink," You hummed, half-apologetically as you tilted your head to the side.

Under the table, Suguru kicked Satoru with his foot, a silent signal for him to distract Nanami while he slid out of the booth to follow you.

"Hey," He called out as he caught up to your confident strides, a possessive hand grabbing your waist when you stopped in front of the bar top. "I missed you."

"Mhm," You absentmindedly nodded, too busy waving the bartender over to spare him a glance.

Suguru waited, expecting you to start spilling into some excited chatter about how your mission went, what you saw and ate while you were there, but you didn't say anything to him even after you ordered your drink, taking a long sip and looking back to where the others were waiting.

"You miss me back, pretty girl?" He leaned down to murmur, pulling you in a little closer.

And for once, he didn't care who was watching, tilting his head to the side to catch your lips in a kiss. But you tilted your head away at the last second, his mouth ending up on your cheek instead.

"Course," You casually chirped, the way you'd speak to a friend. Not someone who'd seen you naked.

He wasn't dumb enough to not know when you were being cruel. Even if it wasn't entirely intentional.

He asked you not to kiss him.

You were just doing what he asked.

His lips parted, ready to take that stupid fucking request back, but then Nanami joined, shrewd eyes taking note of the way Suguru was holding onto you, unimpressed.

"Are you hungry?" The blond man asked you, pushing the small goggles up the bridge of his nose. "There's a diner down the road if you'd rather grab something to eat."

"Is it good?" You asked, leaning in closer so he could hear you better, looking up at him all cute and excited.

No, this was not happening, Suguru was not about to let you get stolen right from under his nose and into someone else's bed.

"I think you would-"

"Can I speak to you outside?" Suguru interrupted, low and sharp in your ear.

You sighed, downing the rest of your glass in a long gulp before giving Nanami's bicep a squeeze.

"Sorry, Ken, I'll be back in a few."

Ken? Ken?

Why didn't you just stab Suguru while you were at it?

Suguru led you out, keeping his hand firmly placed on your side, holding the door open for you, hating how much he felt like he had to prove he could be a gentleman too. As if you'd ever wanted him to be one before.

You usually preferred him being rough, flipping you around or folding you over the nearest piece of furniture, pulling your hair or putting his hands to work somewhere else.

The street was pretty much empty, but he still half-dragged you to the alley by the bar, only stopping when you leaned back against the brick building, yawning into your hand like you were bored already.

"Is something wrong?" You innocently asked, batting your lashes up at him.

"I missed you." Suguru knew he sounded like a broken record on repeat, but he wasn't sure how else to say it, to summarize the ache your absence had left in his chest.

"You said that already," You commented, giggling a little. But your attention had drifted again, studying the street and the few people passing by.

"You didn't say it back."

He felt like a child pouting, complaining and begging for your affection you'd freely given him before.

"If you're just horny, you know there's like fifty girls in there that'd be more than thrilled to fuck you," You laughed, lighthearted. That was probably the worst part, how fucking unbothered you sounded at the idea of him having sex with someone else when just the sight of Nanami touching you earlier had nearly sent him in a tailspin.

"And what about you?" He hm-ed, desperate to keep his collected exterior, to reject the regret rolling through him.

"I'll have to decline," You purred, delivering the rejection with another gentle smile. "I mean, I've just been thinking, and our arrangement was nice, but I dunno, maybe it just ran its course?"

You shrugged, like you were telling him about the weather rather than dumping him.

"What are you saying?" He heard himself ask, his voice cold and harsh.

You didn't blink though, still giving him the same kind expression.

"I guess I want an emotional connection with someone, not just sex," You sincerely said, patting his shoulder. "You were right. I wasn't being very professional before. I think we're better off as coworkers."

"I was being fucking stupid," Suguru said, jaw clenched tight as he forced the words out. Your lips pushed together in another pout, not understanding until he stepped forward, caging you between his body and the brick wall, hands pressing flat by your head. "But you're lying to yourself if you think we don't have an emotional connection."

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes finally on his for the first time tonight.

"Am I?" You challenged, still trying to play innocent.

Suguru knew better. Knew you more intimately than anyone else. What you liked for breakfast and what shampoo you used and what panties you preferred to sleep in and all the words to your favorite songs.

He'd rather eat a thousand curses than go back to being just coworkers.

"You like me," Suguru murmured, although what he really meant was he was painfully, awfully, completely in love with you and the biggest moron in the world for not realizing it sooner.

"I do?" You playfully teased, cutting him a look that screamed you were trying not to roll your eyes at him. "You know, I also like Ken. And Toru. Even-"

"Don't," He stopped you before you could continue assigning cutesy nicknames to all your mutual friends, keep implying that you'd find your way in their beds too if he fucked this up any more than he already had. "I like you."

"Should we go get best friend necklaces then?" You replied, sarcasm slicing through your usually cheery demeanor, cold seeping through as icy claws started to sink into Suguru's heart. You didn't believe him. Thought he was just spouting some bullshit to get into your panties. "Or can I go back inside now?"

"What? So Nanami can flirt with you some more?" Suguru scoffed, unable to help the jealousy boiling his blood, tight snakes of it coiling in his stomach and making him feel fucking sick.

"Why do you care?" You huffed, giving in to how exasperated you were. "We're not dating. You aren't my boyfriend."

"I want to be." The words came out of his mouth automatically, your lips parting in surprise as you just stared at him.

Then you shook your head a little, letting out a quiet sigh as you looked away, probably planning your exit.

"Sorry, I'm looking for one that actually likes it when I kiss him," You muttered, your voice tinged with hurt as you started to pull away, slipping underneath his arm to start towards the bar again. "And who knows, maybe Kento-"

Suguru shut you up with a kiss.

The kind where your teeth bumped into each other and his fingers tangled in your hair, your bodies pressed close as he lapped at your bottom lip for entry, begging you to believe him. You let him in, maybe out of habit, or just maybe, because you missed him too.

And then his hands were picking you up by your ass, squeezing into your pliable flesh as your legs wrapped around his waist, gasping when your back was pushed against the brick wall, your short skirt hiked up so he could see your cute little black panties underneath.

"What can I do to prove it to you, hm?" Suguru hummed, sucking on your neck, tracing the tendons with his teeth just so he could feel how fast your pulse was racing.

"I don't know."

Your features had frozen into a hard mask, hiding your feelings from him for once.

He just wanted to fix this.

"Not like anything you say here you'll ever repeat in public," You muttered, hurt and disappointment mixed into your sigh, even when your body was melting into him, letting him plant kisses across your jaw.

It clicked in his head.

You thought he was embarrassed of you.

Suguru supposed he'd just have to prove you wrong.

He carefully let you stand back on your feet, your face scrunching up in confusion when he got down on his knees to shimmy your panties down your thighs, pocketing them before taking your hand in his and tugging you back towards the entrance of the alley. "Come on then, baby."

"Suguru, what-"

"Wanna show my pretty girl off," He spoke softly, pulling you closer and smoothing down your skirt with his free hand. Even under the pale moonlight, he could tell you were blushing, a smirk twitching up on his lips as you turned your face away so he wouldn't see it.

"What? You wanna act like I'm your girlfriend now?" You grumbled, following him inside, but your hand was squeezing his, your smaller palm warm against his cool one.

"You are," Suguru said, squeezing your hand back. "If you want to be."

You didn't say anything as he held the door to the bar back open for you, mulling over the decision. But that was better than a no.

The glass was cleared off the table, Satoru nowhere to be seen while Nanami and Shoko made small talk. Suguru watched his blond coworker's eyes shift from where he was holding your hand up to his smug expression.

"Thought you weren't coming back," Shoko dryly said, draining the last of her drink and looking past him towards the bar, probably considering grabbing another one.

"Had to catch up with my girlfriend," He replied, slipping into the booth and pulling you onto his lap. Your whole face flushed, attempting to hide it from your friends when you looked up at him wide-eyed.

"Seriously?" Shoko sighed, cocking an eyebrow up as she looked at you.

"I mean-" You started, fiddling with a ring on your finger. But then Suguru brushed some of the hair back from your face, craning his neck down to kiss your cheek, and you might as well have purred. "Maybe."

"Took long enough," Shoko muttered, sliding out the opposite end of the curved booth, either going to get another drink or inform Satoru of the new development. Both were equally likely.

Nanami followed, but Suguru caught the way he cut you a knowing look first, his usually straight-lipped smile curving up into a slight smirk as he walked away.

"What was that?" Suguru pointedly asked, and you shifted in his lap, trying to climb off before his hold on your waist tightened.

"Nothing," You lied.

He murmured your name, not sure if it was a warning or a plea or both. "Tell me."

"Perhaps I asked Nanami to help me make you a little jealous," You admitted, not the least bit ashamed of abashed. Shuffling back, the weight of you sitting over the quickly hardening bulge in his jeans, your back reclining casually onto his chest while you just gave him a cute tilt of your head to the side as you looked over your shoulder up at him.

"Funny," Suguru dryly said.

You wanted him jealous - you got it on a silver platter.

"You're not mad?" You asked, squinting and trying to scrutinize his carefully composed features.

And okay, he said no, but he found himself slipping a hand underneath your ass, readjusting you just enough to pull down his zipper and yank his cock free from his boxers. Your skirt splayed out over his lap was the only thing concealing the two of you when he discreetly manhandled you until you were over his cock, pulling your hips down in one fast motion until he was plunging inside you, warm walls welcoming and gripping him as he pushed past the resistance. You gasped just to immediately clamp your mouth shut, swiveling your head around to make sure no one was watching as he slowly grinded up in long, drawn-out motions, hips bucking up enough to grind his swollen tip into your cervix.

Watching your pretty face screw up in focus, trying not to make it obvious you were being stuffed and split open in front of a bar full of people, but everyone else was too absorbed in their own drinks and friends to notice the way you were struggling not to moan every time his cock kissed your womb.

"My fault for letting you forget who fucks you like this," Suguru murmured, a hand firmly planted on your hip while his other slipped under your shirt, pushing under the band of your bra to grope at your tits.

To anyone else, he'd just seem like a handsy boyfriend, decorating your neck with hickies and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He guessed he actually was now.

He let go of your breast, although he at least pinched your nipple first, just to feel the way you half-jumped, your cunt clenching around him hard enough he felt himself twitch, half-tempted to cum already, let proof of this drip down your thighs all night long. But Suguru controlled himself as his hand slipped out of your shirt, grabbing your chin instead and tilting your head to turn and look up at him.

This kiss was greedier, claiming you in front of anyone who happened to look over, his tongue down your throat while he fucked up into you, swallowing any sounds that slipped out as his cock stretched you out. Your walls were gripping him tight enough that every upward thrust made it hard for him not to finish in the spot.

And really, it wasn't much more than cockwarming, barely able to do more than little bounces without risking giving everyone a show or getting arrested for public indecency, but he was losing his goddamn mind.

Your lips tasted like wine and chapstick, the smell of your perfume invading his senses and warping his judgement until every atom was demanding more of you. He could tell you were close, your warm body trembling, the little breaths you managed to suck in between kisses broken and sharp.

"Tell me," He grunted, pulling you all the way down to the hilt by your hips, cutting off your whine with a quick kiss. "Do I get to be your boyfriend now?"

You nodded almost immediately, leaning back against his chest, your forehead sweaty as you glanced around panicked again like you just remembered where he was fucking you. But most people who noticed the two of you at all had looked away almost immediately, used to the sight of drunk people hooking up at a bar like this.

"Mhm," You managed to mumble, barely holding yourself together as you blinked. But he could feel you squeezing him, feel how deep he was buried, his cock begging for release as his thighs tensed under your own shaky muscles.

"Does my cute girlfriend wanna cum then?" He teased, letting his mouth skim over your ear, your body shuddering as his cock kept throbbing inside you, but he refused to budge. He hoped you'd think that was teasing too, but really, he was pretty sure the second he moved, he was going to cum.

"Suguru," You whined softly, tilting your head to the side to allow him to leave more hickies, and the sound of your voice almost pushed him over.

Fuck.

As much as he wanted to draw it out longer, he could always just drag you out of here and back home to continue later. He quickly slipped a hand under your skirt, jaw clenched as he started fervently massaging messy circles over your clit, grinding his tip up against your most sensitive spot, his composure cracked, his cool failing him as you started to fall apart in his lap.

He barely managed to capture your lips in another kiss before you were moaning, legs tense and trembling too hard as you shivered against him. He wasn't sure what drove him over - if it was your taste or your whimpers or just the way your cunt sucked him in. But it didn't really matter, because he was already cumming fast, white-hot spurts of cum shooting inside you, coating you with enough of him that you had to be spilling over. Nearly shuddering at the relief, abs still tense as the rest of him relaxed.

You were a wreck.

Eyes glossed over and makeup messed up, a few tear streaks down your cheeks and your lips kiss-bruised and bitten. Your shirt and skirt wrinkled, cum probably leaking out of you onto his jeans as you both just breathed, unable to break the stare, to separate the connection.

There was just one more thing Suguru wanted.

"Kiss me."

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