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Yuta sketch ♥️

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Chosito 🫶🫶

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where is my friend the smiley...,...

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⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — KATSUKU BAKUGOU. fame and fortune.

about. your best friend is an international pop star and you’re the girl he left behind to chase his dreams — except, he’s never stopped thinking about you and you were just too oblivious to notice yourself in all of his songs.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, angst if you squint, characters aged up to 20s, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, reunions, brief mentions of alcohol but no one is drunk, he writes songs about you + plays the guitar hehe, pop star!bakugou, fem!reader.

katsuki bakugou has been your best friend for as long as you remember.

he’s been a worldwide famous singer for a little under half of that time.

regardless, every photo album back at your mom’s place is probably filled with pictures of you at one another’s side. some of katsuki pulling at your hair and others of you knocking out his loose teeth. there’s probably one of you taking a bath together somewhere too — but the pair of you had sworn it would never see the light of day. for your own sakes.

you’ve got year books stashed on the very top shelf of your book case where yourself and kastuki have matching quotes and vandalised each other’s pages with obnoxious signatures accompanied by outlandish doodles.

on your walls are some of his greatest achievements — a polaroid from the night when his first song ever released, clippings of magazines in which he had his first interviews, printed screenshots of his billboard nominations and singles reaching the top of the charts. you’ve cherished every milestone as if it were your own. that’s how much your best friend meant to you.

you’ve always been katsuki’s biggest supporter and will always continue to be. even if it meant growing apart, even if it meant him leaving you behind for fame and fortune while you trucked along in your mundane, normal life. he was off living his dreams, the ones you always talked about on nights where homework became something worth abandoning.

it never occurred to you that you’d become the thing that was abandoned one day.

when katsuki returns to your hometown for a tour stop, you don’t hesitate in picking up the phone when he calls. he wants to see you again, and you’ve been dying to hear from again — so you agree to see him for drinks at a place his signature blonde hair won’t be recognised.

in an odd way, resentment is the first thing you feel when you see him when and his arm loops around your waist for a long hug. you hate how long it’s been, how much bakugou has grown since you saw each other last. his hair is longer, eyes are sharper and he’s grown heads way above you — not to mention he’s buffed up a little bit and there’s a diamond like sharpness to all his features including his jaw.

you learn that katsuki is no longer a scrawny kid with a guitar, but a man in love with the life he has now — the music he makes and the people he makes happy. weirdly enough, fame has matured him… you feel like a stranger looking from the outside in. he’s changed, he’s no longer the best friend you’ve known all your life.

as you sit and drink and talk and the memories come running out of your mouths until your throats run dry, you some how get onto the topic of your teenage years — the years just before bakugou left you behind to tour the world.

“you never cared about what i thought of you, growing up,” you say without thinking, running your fingertips over the rim of your wine glass. you can feel katsuki’s hard stare on the side of your face, but don’t dare to meet those blood red eyes in fear of what might slip out under his hypotonic stare.

the blonde scoffs, chucking back the rest of his liquor before he slams the firm glass against the bar top — jutting his chin out as a signal for another shot. “what makes y’say that?” he slurs, fully twisting on his barstool to look at you. you still don’t budge.

suddenly, your words feel like thick cotton in your mouth, making it difficult to speak. come in, you think, this is katsuki, someone you’ve known since you could talk — it shouldn’t be this hard to be honest with him. even if he his a big time Grammy nominee and winner now. “i dunno, it’s like…” there’s hesitation when you finally begin to speak, as if the vowels and consonants of your language are suddenly foreign to you. “…it’s like it didn’t matter what i said, you were always going to go on ‘n do your own thing. i couldn’t stop you even if i tried and when your music took off…i was left behind.”

you keep your eyes on the bar top before you, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands in a nervous habit as you cup the foot and stem of your wine glass. no matter what katsuki responds with, you refuse to cry over spilled wine.

a silence that’s not so comfortable settles in the air between you both — you have no idea what he’ll say next. if bakugou will push you away and retreat back to his fame and fortune. it’s been years since you’ve had a talk like this, you hardly know how the person beside you will respond to such a heavy admission nowadays. “‘course i cared ‘bout what you had to say…you were just too fucking oblivious to notice,” the high profile blonde clicks his tongue.

this time, it’s your turn to whip your head around and face your drinking companion — your doe eyes wide and unsuspecting. “what?” you squeal, incredulous, nearly knocking over your wine in the process.

bakugou laughs heartily at your expression, leaning an elbow on the counter and resting his cheek against his closed fist — carmine eyes glinting with a familiar spark of amusement. one that you knew all too well from your childhood, one that strikes lightening in your chest and stirs the butterflies in your tummy. “yer opinion was the only one that mattered t’me,” he starts explaining — helping to stabilise your glass with his free hand, rough from years of strumming his guitar professionally. “if ya hated a song i wrote, it was scraped. if you loved it, i fine tuned it until it was perfect enough f’you to loop. yer the reason i do anything, any of this music shit. you’ve always supported me ‘n the thought kept me goin’ all this time.”

“if… if that’s true,” you mumble. “if i was your reason for everything…then why didn’t you come back?”

“‘cause…” bakugou trails off, the rasp in his natural speaking voice ( exacerbated by years of singing ) coming through. “i wasn’t done provin’ myself to you yet. wanted to make somethin’ of myself first to get us outta here… wanted to be good enough for you too.”

you let out a stuttered breath, not sure if your racing heart is down to the alcohol or down to your best friend’s subtle confession. “and now?”

“well that parts down to you,” he smiles at you fondly…softly, in a way that puts his hardened features at ease — katsuki “am i good enough for you now?”

“you didn’t need to write a billion songs or win a million awards to be good enough for me, kats… you were always good enough for me.” comes your ecstatic whisper as you go back to fiddling with your empty wine glass — you can’t help the big smile that spreads across your lips at the thought of katsuki working this hard on his music and his career for… you.

he returns the ember of his gaze to his whisky glass, swirling the dark liquid around with a not-so-subtle smile of his own. “i didn’t, but those songs were the only way t’get you off my mind.”

“yeah?”

“yeah…” bakugou affirms, slipping a hand under the bar’s counter to grasp at your own hand, that hand once been shyly placed in your lap. “but it’s funny, i don’t think writin’ an entire album about you ‘n perfomin’ it to millions every night helped much.”

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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also ppl keep asking me abt influencer and the barista but idk if im gna finish it

just a little reminder that i love inumaki so much

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just a little reminder that i love inumaki so much

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the older brother >

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Thank you @digenvez for commissioning a Satosugu! It was truly a pleasure!! ^-^ ♥ ♥

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haven't drawn megumi in forever. as usual his hair is a nightmare to draw. i love him tho

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Everybody moved on, but I, I stayed here

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jjk brainrot

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◦•●◉ JJK S02E23 ◎ OKKOTSU YUUTA ◉●•◦

dedicated to Angie (@okkottsus)

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blessing

ੈ✩ yuuta okkotsu x reader

ੈ✩ cw: smut (minors dni), unprotected sex, soft dom!yuuta, dacryphilia, oral sex, overstimulation, delayed orgasms, he's a little mean, slight yandere vibes because. it's yuuta.

ੈ✩ wc: 1.1k

ੈ✩ a/n: i'm on my soft dom!yuuta agenda. i also can't write him without feeling fucking insane

yuuta okkotsu is a gentleman. he holds the door open for you, gives you his jacket when you’re cold, has your ramen order memorized. everything about him is gossamer-soft, too. the cadence of his speech, the lithe way he moves, even though his lankiness has been replaced with lean muscle since you first met him.

yuuta okkotsu is gentle. just not when he fucks you.

it’s ironic, though, because his tone is still gentle. the rasp of his voice is low, quietly masculine, haunting, but still full of adoration. it’s alluring more than anything. he reminds you of the vampires you used to lust over from your childhood fantasy books. dark hair, dark eyes.

the essence of him is unfathomable to you — you can’t find the word for it, but it’s something akin to eve’s apple. how tempting he is, how much you’d let him ruin you, bruise the fruit of your flesh with his teeth.

he tells you to open your mouth. at the moment, he’s in between your legs, mouth slick with your cum, and he reaches to set his fingers onto your tongue. a small push and you choke on the taste of yourself.

it’s dirty. but when it’s yuuta, it purifies you. makes you his angel. you believe him like a god when he tells you as such.

“so sweet, don’t you think?” he murmurs. “my sweet girl. the best girl, yeah?”

“yes,” you cry.

he’s coaxed at least three orgasms from you in the past hour with his mouth and fingers alone. with bliss also comes pain, and the way he coos your name and calls you his good fucking girl feels like a divine reward in itself. he licks your tears, pride swelling in his chest.

“how about another for me, huh, baby?” he bites into the meat of your thigh as he circles your clit with his fingertip again, chuckling at the way you shake.

“i—i can’t."

“can’t?” yuuta raises a brow. he looks beautiful in between your legs. there’s something oddly terrifying about it despite how beautiful. “i know you can. i know you will.”

“yuuta, please—”

“you’ve done it before, haven’t you? usually take whatever i give you, every fucking time, right?”

“s’too much,” you sob.

he tuts. rounds his full lips into a taunting pout.

“want my cock, then, don’t you? poor girl, you should’ve just asked.”

(you couldn’t have. you know better.)

“please, please—”

you don’t even get to finish begging before he’s buried inside you. pushed to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix with bruising force. he wipes away your tears as if he isn’t the cause of them.

“too rough?”

“n-no.”

but it hurts. it hurts in the way it feels too good, too sensitive after the amount he’s made you cum. he hasn’t even been inside you for a full minute and you already feel the ache in your abdomen ready to burst into flames.

the sweet nothings he whispers into your temple are loving and affectionate, but the way he rolls his hips into you is mean. he has his hand snake up to squeeze your breast, nicking your nipple with the grit of his teeth just so he can hear you mewl like a wounded kitten. it’s one of his favorite sounds.

his palm settles on your neck after, gentle still despite his other hand nearly bruising the fat above your hip.

he knows you’re close from the way your eyes blank out, glazed over in bliss as he tightens his hand around your throat.

“close, baby, i’m—”

and then the bastard stops. chuckles against your jaw at the way you cry as he thrusts into you so agonizingly slow. unsteady. taunting.

“yuuta!”

“’m sorry baby, did you wanna cum? i just thought you wanted me to hold out for longer. it’s nice like this, see?”

“fuck, yuu—”

“that’s not very nice,” he grins. he ruts into you extra hard, just once.

“that’s not what i meant,” you whine.

“wanna cum? just ask.”

you know you can’t just ask. you know he means he wants you to beg.

“pleasemakemecum, please, please!”

“yeah, why should i?”

“’cause ‘m your girl,” you slur. he loves you like this. wet mouth all slack, cheeks flushed like a nymph in a baroque painting.

he pulls out, then, drawing out another moan from you, just to flip you over onto your stomach. your hair is bunched up into his fist while his teeth are on your shoulder. when you feel him again, your walls full of him, you feel even dizzier than before.

“yeah, my good fucking girl,” he groans against your skin. “so good. so sweet to me.”

yuuta has never been an apostle of hedonism. he’s always reserved himself, the parts of him that wanted, thinking that his love and devotion would only curse other people.

when you came along and loved him so irrevocably, he felt reborn. drunk on pleasure. being with you makes him realize that it’s okay to take. he deserves it, doesn’t he, after everything?

you have him on a leash and you don’t even know. it’s why he likes to play with you so cruelly like this — to have his cake and eat it, too. because the way he controls you in the oasis of your bedroom, the way he marks you up and swallows you down like honey — it’s what you want as much as him. and he’d rather die than not give you everything you want. even if he’s a little mean.

if he was a curse of a boy, you were his blessing.

“yuuta, i’m gonna cum,” you gasp. as you clutch the bedsheets, he covers your hand with his, engulfing it, entangling your fingers together. “cum with me, please—”

he wants to open his mouth to speak, anything to push you over the edge, but he’s as breathless as you are. consumed in your skin, in your cunt. he pulls your face toward his, instead, swallowing down your moans as he spills inside of you. you convulse, your orgasm like a lightning strike.

yuuta laughs softly against your mouth and soothes the bruised parts of you with his palms gently.

“you were so mean today,” you sigh.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he says, nuzzling your neck. “had a bad day, but i feel much better now. let me run you a bath, okay?”

you hum dreamily as your lover leaves you. the fuzz in your head satiates you. empty-minded except for him. and when he has you in warm water, hands washing your wet hair, yuuta feels blessed. baptized in tenderness.

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his jawline and his neck god let me LICK

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✨IT’S A GOOD DAY FOR YUTA STANS ✨

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you know that tweet that goes "my bf fucks me until I get shy around him again" i need yuuta to do that to me pls i'm begging he looks so good😭😭😭

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ TWO HALVES OF A WHOLE, OKKOTSU YŪTA

sometimes you swear you have two boyfriends, the one that loves you and the one that fucks you.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. jealousy. possessiveness. obsession. reader is oblivious but also enjoys it. threats. spitting. promise ring mention. aged up characters. marking. wc, 2k.

note. anime yūta debut FINALLY, thank you anon for this !! it just fuelled my brain to keep going TvT

you swear you have two boyfriends, you must.. because this yuuta— the one that’s fucking you now, rutting you into the mattress with such carnal desire because he didn’t like the way that dude who served you both your coffee this morning was looking at you, is obscenely different to the one that still blushes when you answer his i love you with a sweetened one of your own and a kiss.

“do you know him?” he’d asked as he took his seat across from you at the table, right after he’d chosen to pull out your own for you like the loving boyfriend he was. the perfect boyfriend. you want to ask who he’s talking about but you’d be an idiot not to know— you can basically feel the poor barista’s nerves from your table.

“he’s staring,” yuuta continues and you want to say that he’s staring as he holds his gaze, but you’re pretty sure he knows that already— the veins on his hands are prominent with how tightly he’s gripping the cup in his palms and you’re surprised it hasn’t smashed yet. it’s like the hostility is radiating off of him in waves despite the kindhearted smile he’s showing you.

“yuuta it’s fine,” you try to reason with him and it only makes him breathe out a soft chuckle before he’s taking a sip of his drink— the words seem to calm him, albeit temporarily as he shifts in his seat. “it’s customer service, he’s paid to be nice.” he offers the barista behind you another glance and then his eyes are back on you as he scratches cutely at the back of his neck.

“ah, i’m not worried.” yuuta’s tone is lighthearted, it’s sweet and soft in the way that you’re used to before both his hands are back on the table to clasp one of yours. his grip is a little too tight, but it’s nothing you’re not used to before his words taker a lower, deeper drawl. “because you’re all mine. right?”

two personalities wrapped up in one pretty boy, you think. but then your thoughts are cut off with the next languid roll of his hips as he deliberately slows his pace to a deep rock. you feel his fingers trace up your jaw before they’re pressing against your parted lips, prying them further open “open, baby.”

and you do, catching the glimmer of something twisted in his gaze at the way you listen so eagerly. your tongue swipes along his fingers before you watch a glob of spit drip slow from between his lips, making you moan when you feel the taste of him drench and ignite your taste buds.

“are you mine?” yuuta asks and the gentle, careful tone is such a contrast to the look in his eyes— it’s like a hunters gaze, rooting you in place, daring you to run— it’s like a promise that he’ll catch you even if you did.

“mhm, i’m yours, yuuta. please. only y-yours—ah.” his fingers press down on your tongue as he pushes them in a little more and you can feel the cool press of the promise ring on his finger. it’s one identical to yours. it’s the same one he’d gifted you six weeks into officially being your boyfriend after he’d assured you that time doesn’t matter, only your love for eachother does.

although if you asked him now, he still doesn’t think it’s enough to show the world you’re his. even though he’d prefer to keep you locked away with only him forever. you think it’s cute when he jokes like that.

it’s so twisted, maybe a little worrying for anyone else that you can’t help but like when yuuta gets like this. the way it makes you nervous again, butterflies in your gut like it’s the first time he’s been above you and suddenly you feel even warmer to touch. you feel shy despite the way he’s had you like this more times than you can count.

it’s lewd, animalistic but then you’ll get a peek of the other part of him when the next heavy rock of his hips is accompanied with a sweet, gentle kiss smeared across your forehead with his next breath as he pulls back his fingers from your mouth, weaving them with yours instead and squeezing tight.

“h-how, how does it feel?” yuuta’s words tremble with his next thrust as your pussy squeezes around him and your lips part to moan at the sweet question, body clenching and eyes fluttering closed as he grinds into your pussy. he’s rutting you into the mattress like a wild fucking animal before his blown gaze is scanning over you, drinking you up with a satisfied, adoring look.

“good, yuu~ s-so good!” he’s so pretty, fucking you so well you can barely find your words and it’s filthy the way he knows where to press, where to palm and kiss until you’re arching into him— like he’s studied the very way you play with your own pussy up close. like he’d torn you apart and put you back together himself.

he’s fucking you into a puddle of desire and need for only him.

you’re vaguely aware, although barely over the sounds of your own weak whimpers and long, needy moans, that he’s whispering under his breath, panting and growling softly.

“he probably wishes he could see you like this,” another slow rock of yuuta’s hips and he deliberately presses against that saccharine, sweet spot inside of your walls, making your thighs squeeze tight around his hips as he breathes deep.

“you’re pretty, so pretty,” you can’t help the physical reaction you have to his words, cunt clutching tight and your hips thrusting up to meet his own movements. you both gasp and his pace stutters but he continues. “but you’re mine, all of you.. it’s mine.” his words go buried in your skin— in your walls when they’re accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust. it’s like his love fills and swells within you in turn, until your lungs are tight, as if you can’t quite get enough air with each breath.

“i know, yuu~ i love you so much,” yuuta’s kisses smear over your cheek, hot breaths panting against your skin as he takes a pace that has your tits jolting with every clap of his hips into yours.

“s-say it again.” you hear him gulp on his next words and your pussy squeezes even tighter, “i need to know you mean it.” the soft slap of your pussy meets his pelvis and it makes your insides curl and ache, the feeling of his balls smacking your ass leaving you breathless with every connection.

“i love you,”

“show me.” you’re more than eager to give him when he asks you like that, hissed through clenched teeth and you whine long and wordless for him as bliss washes over you. you feel him tremble over you as you do, smearing messy kisses and spit over your cheek and neck— mumbling praises and i love yous against your jaw and lips as he looks at you.

you’re vaguely aware of how broken and weak your moans sound, but the rush in your head while you cum is a little too loud and delightful for you to really care about anything else except the man who made you feel exactly that. your thighs struggle to close, instinctively, as you shy away from the pleasure but yuuta shifts on purpose to keep them spread, his fingers withdrawing to rub softly through the swollen petals of your pussy so he can prolong your pliant state.

“i knew i didnt have anything to worry about,”

it doesn’t take long for him to follow after you. his cock flexes, thickening in a way that feels as if it grows with each greedy coax of your twitching cunt, until he pauses, followed by a breathier croon of your name as he spills hot inside you.

yuuta’s chest presses against yours, lips suckling into the crook of your neck, nails dragging gently down your hips as he presses his load into you until you whimper. you twitch and he uses the movement to hug you closer, stilling inside of you when he’s got his face buried into your shoulder and you both catch your breath.

you lie there for a long time, or so it feels until he’s leaving you quickly to grab you some water and a warm cloth. he returns in what feels like seconds, but now that you’re orgasm has finally worn off, you can barely look at him.

you’re not sure if it’s because of how hard and good he’s just made you cum or the pleasure he’d pulled from you so easily, leaving you in bite marks and bruises. but you feel so nervous suddenly as you twist nervously at the promise ring on your finger.

“are you okay?” yuuta asks quickly, a soft tone to his voice as the mattress dips when he sits next to you. he leans forward when he does, smearing a kiss against your cheek before he’s handing you the cool glass of water, which you take with shaking hands.

hes gorgeous, dark hair mused through the day from his hands gliding through it and now yours, falling forward around his face from being swept back to frame his flushed features now.

you meet his gaze and you’d think it burned you as you shy away, feeling heat creep to your cheeks when his fingers stroke gently at your arm. “i’m sorry, did i hurt you?” there’s a soft nervousness to his eyes despite his usual haunting gaze. he bites on his lower lip as he looks over you.

“ah.. sorry.” you try to keep your own bashfulness aside as you take a sip of water, letting it cool the scratchiness in your throat as you swallow.

“no, it’s..” he looks at you so intently, but there was always something in his gaze that made you feel cold despite the sweat across your body. but still you grin, before petting your hand across his.

“it’s cute seeing you all protective, that’s all.”

“is it weird?”

“no! not at all, it’s hot—“

“oh, ah— thanks.” he nods, a little shy and back to his kindhearted, sweet demeanour when you share a kiss, sighing with the content press of your bodies.

“did you know him?” yuuta kisses your forehead despite the way he presses the topic again. “i can find you another cafe if you want,” he breathes, another kiss to your skin following. he curls his arm around you as he looks over you and it’s with so much adoration that it makes your toes curl in the same way your body had a few minutes ago.

“maybe he’s new, i’ve never seen him. i like that cafe though.” you shrug, not seeing any real issue with it. but his dark eyes flash towards you and you giggle when he suddenly presses you down against the bed to kiss you passionately.

“i just don’t want anyone making you uncomfortable, i’ll kill them.” yuuta kisses you hungrily, making you sigh as you melt beneath him— you’re like gum, bending to his will with every flick of his tongue.

“i know, yuuta. you always joke about that. i still want to keep going to that cafe though,” his hand cups your cheek and you smile. he leans in to kiss you firmly with his next breath.

“we can go together. i don’t think we’ll see him again anyway.”

“what, why not?”

“because i want you to be happy.” your chest jumps when yuuta’s words urge you to curl closer— making something warm bloom in your chest at the love he makes you feel. you can feel him smile into the next kiss he smears along your temple, and he makes sure the kiss after is against the promise ring on your finger when he gives you another smile.

it’s hours later when yuuta leaves you, kissing your forehead before he’s slinging his katana over his shoulder and leaving you asleep. he’ll make it home before you realise he’s gone. the shift at the cafe is just finishing, and this won’t take long.

maybe his two personalities aren’t as far apart as he let you believe.

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