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first times (shoto todoroki x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader x !virginshoto you've had a crush on your friend shoto for a long time, and unbeknownst to you he's been crushing as well. not only that, he wants you to be his first time; for everything WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, shoto's surprisingly good at oral, absolute feast KING word count: 3,199 A/N: getting flustered writing my own shit smh... part three is here! who knows... next chapter might be home base, might not get there yet (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

part one | part two | part three |

part four | part five

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Kaminari and Mina knew about the budding relationship between you and Shoto, though you weren’t sure if “relationship” was the right word. the morning after the party, Shoto had given you a gentle kiss and left for work, telling you to get more sleep and promising to see you soon. since then, finding time alone with him had been difficult due to conflicting schedules and group outings. you’d resigned yourself to waiting for him to reach out when he was ready.

tonight, you sought relief with the Bakusquad at a local bar, needing a break from the stress and emotional turmoil surrounding Shoto. the first sip of alcohol brought a soothing release, easing the tension on your shoulders. the Bakusquad had taken over a large corner table, deeply immersed in a card-based drinking game. Mina was animatedly explaining the rules to an intrigued Bakugo, Kaminari was already half-drunk and cheering loudly, while Kirishima and Sero exchanged jokes.

you slid into the seat next to Mina, finding immediate comfort in her presence. noticing your subdued mood, she gave you a sympathetic smile and asked, “rough week?”

you nodded and took a sip of your drink, letting the warmth of the alcohol settle in. “yeah, you could say that.”

Kirishima flashed a wide grin and said, “you’re in the right place to forget your troubles. we’ve got games, drinks, and plenty of distractions.”

despite the lively atmosphere, your thoughts kept drifting back to Shoto. the kiss he had given you felt distant, overshadowed by uncertainty and anxiety about his absence.

Sero, noticing your distracted demeanor, leaned over and asked, “everything alright? you’ve been pretty quiet.”

you forced a smile, trying to mask your inner turmoil. “just thinking about stuff. it’s been a weird few weeks.”

Sero nodded in understanding. “sometimes a night out with friends is the best medicine. we’re here for you.” he gave you a comforting hug, his support momentarily easing your concerns.

just as Sero’s arms tightened around you, the bar door creaked open, and Shoto stepped in. his gaze immediately locked onto Sero’s embrace, and his steps faltered. Sero’s hands were placed lower than casual, lingering in a way that made Shoto’s chest tighten.

the way Sero patted your back, holding the touch just a moment too long, triggered a wave of jealousy in Shoto. memories of your conversation about being intimate with a friend—especially the term "home base"—flashed through his mind, making him uneasy.

Shoto’s heart pounded as he tried to ignore the intrusive thoughts and focus on the reality of the situation. the image of Sero’s lingering hands and your indifferent demeanor was almost too much for him.

adding to his turmoil was the sight of what you were wearing: a short black skirt and a snug black tank top that highlighted your figure. the striking combination made Shoto’s heart race and seemed to strip away his usual resolve, drawing him towards you almost instinctively.

“y/n, you look beautiful tonight,” Shoto said, his voice cutting through the lively noise of the bar as he inserted himself into your conversation with Sero.

you turned sharply at the sound of his voice, eyes widening in surprise at his sudden appearance. “Shoto! what are you doing here?” you asked, your tone a mix of genuine delight and mild panic. you hadn’t anticipated his presence. and if you had known he was coming, you might have moderated your drinking.

“I invited him,” Kaminari chimed in from his spot at the table, his grin widening with a mischievous glint. “I figured Shoto might enjoy hanging out with us. right, man?”

“yeah, sure,” Shoto replied curtly, his attention fixed solely on you. his gaze was intense, almost burning through you. the way his eyes roamed from you to Sero and back again made you feel acutely aware of every movement, as if the air between you was charged with an unspoken tension.

you shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed under Shoto’s intense scrutiny. the thought that he might have noticed something about your interaction with Sero made you feel nauseous. the room seemed to shrink as Shoto’s gaze bore into you. despite your efforts to focus on Sero and keep up a smile, the bar’s easygoing atmosphere faded, replaced by an undeniable tension.

Sero, noticing the shift in your demeanor, cleared his throat and gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before standing up. “hey, I should get another round. Anyone else want something?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes flickering with curiosity.

“yeah, I’ll take another drink,” you said, trying to sound casual as you leaned into the table. “thanks, Sero.”

as Sero walked away, Shoto moved closer, his presence now uncomfortably close. he leaned in slightly, his voice low but unmistakably serious. “how have you been?”

you glanced up at him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “I’ve been okay. just trying to unwind a bit.”

Shoto’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of something unreadable passing through them. “I see.” he paused, as if weighing his next words carefully. “it’s been a while since we talked. I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

you swallowed hard, the alcohol in your system amplifying the anxiety you felt. “yeah, I guess it has been,” you replied, forcing a small, tight-lipped smile. “things have been a bit hectic lately.”

Kaminari, oblivious to the charged exchange, rejoined the group with a fresh round of drinks. “hey, let’s play another game!” he announced enthusiastically, trying to lift the mood. “we’re just getting started.”

Shoto’s gaze flicked briefly to Kaminari before returning to you. he seemed to wrestle with his emotions for a moment before nodding. “sure, let’s join in.”

as the night drew to a close, you stood up from your seat along with everyone else, preparing to head home. the effects of the alcohol became more noticeable as you tried to steady yourself, and you swayed slightly. just then, a pair of hands gently gripped your shoulders, helping to keep you upright.

“need some company walking home?” Sero’s voice was kind as he held you steady. your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and before you could answer, you felt another set of hands on your arm.

“I’ll take her home, but thanks anyway, Sero,” Shoto said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. as your eyes darted between the two men, the tension between them was almost palpable. Sero looked uncertain, but Shoto’s expression made it clear that his decision was final.

“Thanks, Shoto,” you managed to say, trying to break the intense stare-down between them. Sero’s hands slipped away, and he gave a curt nod before turning to assist Mina with the very drunk Kaminari.

the walk back to your apartment with Shoto was marked by a heavy silence, each of you seemingly waiting for the other to speak. the quiet was almost oppressive, filled with unspoken words and lingering emotions.

when you finally reached your door, you fumbled with your keys, the alcohol making the simple task more difficult. after what felt like an eternity, you managed to unlock the door, and Shoto followed you inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

“Shoto, listen—” you began, but your words were interrupted as Shoto gently but decisively pulled you back towards him. he guided you against the door, his hands placing themselves firmly on either side of you, effectively pinning you in place.

“I’ve been thinking about you every minute of every day since that night,” Shoto’s voice was a low, intense murmur, each word resonating deeply and sending shivers cascading down your spine. the weight of his words seemed to envelop you, the air around you thick with the charged atmosphere of his confession.

“I’ve been thinking about you too, all the time,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly as his face edged closer to yours. your breath hitched in your throat, the proximity making your heart race faster.

Shoto’s gaze softened but remained intense as he continued, his breath warm against your skin. “been thinking ‘bout all the things I want to do with you,” he whispered, his lips brushing gently against your jaw. the light touch of his kiss sent a jolt of electricity through you. “all the things I want to do to you.”

the tenderness of his words combined with the lingering kiss made your entire body tingle, caught between anticipation and the profound intensity of the moment.

“and what might those things be?” you whispered, breathless at the contact of his lips.

“let me show you.” he responded, biting down lightly on your neck. you groaned at the contact, your hands now wrapping around him to grip the back of his shirt. last time you’d taken the lead, but this time, Shoto was determined to show you what he wanted to do, if you allowed him.

he peppered kisses and love bites down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake that shot straight down to your core. his hands left the door to grip your thighs before he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around him. you gasped in response, already feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against you.

“lookin’ so good tonight, as if you wanted me t’ see you looking beautiful.” Shoto murmured into your skin, his warm breath making your eyes flutter closed.

“I didn’t know you’d be there.” you told him.

“well, I’m glad I was.” Shoto said, moving his face so that you could see the intensity behind his eyes. “Sero looked like he was going to take a bite out of you.”

your face flushed at the notion, your suspicions about Shoto forming his own assumptions correct. “Sero’s not-” Shoto’s lips on yours interrupted you, and with a moan from your lips his tongue slid past them into your mouth.

“don’t wanna hear his name right now.” Shoto grumbled between kisses, pressing his hips into you fervently. he’d been needy ever since he’d felt your mouth around his cock, warm and inviting, and after not seeing you in so long he’d decided that he wanted to make you feel the same way.

Shoto broke the kiss, leaving you wanting more, before gripping your ass firmly to carry you away from the door. you thought he’d be aiming for your bedroom, but once you realized he was going for your kitchen table, you gulped.

he laid you down, splayed on the cool surface. his hands kneaded at your thighs as he looked down at you. “Sho, I don’t want your first time to be on a kitchen table.” you teased, trying to bring your legs closed. his grip tightening on your skin, forcing them to stay wide open.

“that’s not what I’m doing.” the realization hits you slowly, and you felt your pussy getting wet from the idea. how did he know about that? had someone told him? “you’re so pretty, all laid out for me on this table like my own personal feast.”

fuck, you never knew Shoto could talk this dirty, and it was doing things to you.

before you could question him, ask him how he knew what to do, his fingers drifted up your little black skirt. fingers dancing on the seam of your already wet panties. as if he could feel the heat radiating off of your core, he chuckled.

“’m glad I had that conversation with Kaminari. he told me exactly what to do so that I can treat you right.” Shoto murmured before hooking his fingers into the fabric separating him from what he wanted and pulling your underwear down your legs, discarding them on your floor.

“what else did Kaminari tell you?” you asked, suddenly surprised that your blond friend corrupted him further.

“he gave me the basics, the rest is up to me.” Shoto smirked down at you before leaning in and placing a hungry, needing kiss to your mouth. he nibbled at your bottom lip, and you opened to give his tongue access to stroke the roof of your mouth. as he kissed you passionately, his fingers drifted closer the heat between your legs that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

one swipe of his finger between your folds had you bucking your hips, his face flushing at the realization you were already slick for him.

“Sho.” you whimpered out between his lips, your hand fisting into his hair as tingles waved through your body.

“which base is this again?” Shoto teased, nibbling at your earlobe. you moaned as his single digit circled your hole teasingly.

“t-third base.” you managed to choke out as his finger began to slowly enter you. he slid it in with ease, and you clenched around him in response.

as he felt your soft, wet walls encase his finger, he sucked in a breath. he began to add his middle finger to his pointer, gently inserting both inside of you and watching as you closed to your eyes in pleasure. “am I doing it right, y/n? am I making you feel good?” he asked you, looking at your face which seemed to be in bliss.

“yes, yes Sho.” you moaned out, his fingers curling inside of your pussy.

as his fingers continued to open your hole, curling and scissoring it to find that soft spot Kaminari had told him about, he began kissing a trail from your collarbone down to the top you were wearing. before he could even ask, your hands came up and yanked the straps off your shoulders before sliding your top down along with your bra, revealing your breasts.

he bit his lip as he used his free hand to cup one of them, the skin soft underneath of his touch and your nipple perking in response. “so beautiful.” he murmured.

you could only watch as he parted his lips and brought them down to enclose your nipple inside, his tongue flicking over and causing your back to arch.

the sight of Shoto sucking and licking on your breasts, leaving a decently sized hickey on your skin, caused the heat in your stomach to burn hotter. he was so beautiful and as his eyes met yours you could’ve sobbed from the sight.

once he’d felt like he’d explored enough of your upper body, he peppered kisses down your stomach, until he kneeled at the end of the table to gaze upon your wet pussy sucking in his fingers.

he’d been told that some men found the sight to be weird, or even gross, but watching you take his fingers so well had his dick leaking in his pants. Shoto fumbled with his belt, ripping it off quickly and working to free himself from his restricting pants.

“watch me, y/n.” Shoto told you, and you propped yourself up on your elbows to take in the sight of him between your legs. he spit into his free hand before wrapping it around his cock. you almost came at the image that would forever be burned into your memory.

as Shoto stroked himself, groaning and twitching into his hand, he nipped at your inner thighs as he worked his way to where his fingers were disappearing inside of you.

he gazed up at you, locking eyes, before his tongue lolled out of his mouth and licked at the apex of your pussy.

you moaned loudly, body jolting in response. oh, he knew where the clit was. you were thankful for whatever Kaminari told him, or wherever he’d learned this, because your body was in fucking heaven.

“you taste so good.” Shoto moaned as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly and feeling your pussy clench around his fingers at the action. “should’ve done this sooner.”

“S-Sho…” you whimpered, your hand finding his mismatched hair and tugging on it lightly.

Shoto continued to work his dick in his hand while driving his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace. you pulsed around his digits and pushed your hips to meet his pace, the feeling in your gut growing more and more with every thrust into you.

“wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel, y/n.” Shoto told you as he licked circles around your clit, finding that gummy spot inside of you and swirling his fingers to stroke it repeatedly.

“you’re doing so good, don’t stop.” you groaned out, your breath stuttering with every blow to your g spot. “Sho, you’re… you’re gonna make me cum just like this.”

with your words, Shoto picked up the pace, not only becoming relentless on your clit but on his own cock, chasing his release as well. “cum for me, wanna taste it.” his voice sent vibrations through your core, and you felt your relief teetering on the edge.

with one last strike of his fingers inside of you and a fervent suck to your apex, the heat inside of you burst like an explosion. he felt you tighten around his fingers as you came, and the last string of resolve snapped inside of him, his own release washing over him as he came in his hand with you.

he worked your g spot continuously while you rode out your high, moaning out his name and tugging his hair ferociously as your hips rode his mouth.

when he finally felt pleased with himself and heard you panting, he released your clit from his mouth with a pop! and pulled his fingers out of you, letting you watch as he sucked your juices from them.

“holy shit, Shoto.” you murmured, trying to catch your breath. when he stood, you caught sight of his own cum glistening on his abs, proof that he’d enjoyed pleasing you. “are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

“only with you,” he murmured softly, his breath warm against your skin as he slid his arms under your knees and back to lift you gently. “did I do well?”

you chuckled, your eyes meeting his with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. “better than good.”

Shoto’s face lit up with a smile as he carried you to the bathroom. he carefully set you on the sink, then turned on the shower, adjusting the water to the perfect temperature. “I think we should get cleaned up, don’t you?”

you found yourself thinking with a smile that Kaminari would probably appreciate knowing he had taught Shoto aftercare.

once the water was hot and steamy, Shoto helped you into the shower. he expertly lathered soap onto a washcloth, gently scrubbing away the remnants of your earlier activities. his touch was tender, his movements slow and deliberate as he made sure to clean every part of you with care. after rinsing you off, he turned his attention to himself, ensuring he was just as clean.

as he tended to the bite marks he’d left on your breasts and neck, he treated them with gentle caresses and soft kisses, his lips brushing tenderly against your skin. each kiss was followed by a soft murmur of affection, his care evident in every touch.

you couldn’t help but feel that Shoto was sent to you by a very, very kind universe.

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Link to Bakugo x reader here

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Link to Kirishima x reader here

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misery loves company (denki kaminari x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader he was only supposed to get your number. you were supposed to stop rushing into things. but when there's undeniable sparks, neither of you kept to your word. WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff, swearing, fem reader word count: 2,680 A/N: this can be read as a one-shot, but I plan on starting another MHA mini-series, this time starring Denki! this can be read as a one shot as well, and eventually there with be an MDNI. idk, I feel like he doesn't get as much love, and I adore the man. there will be eventual smut, but I love cutesy Denki fics. (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this WIP I will happily start one! ♡︎

part one | part two

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this was quite possibly the worst night of his life. literally, he might die. Denki Kaminari was no stranger to getting his advances shot down but getting ghosted? whole new ball game.

so, for tonight he’d drown his sorrows with booze and his friends.

Kirishima, with quiet efficiency, slid another beer towards him. Kaminari grabbed it with a swift motion, lifting it to his lips and chugging it for perhaps a bit too long. “whoa, man, slow down,” Kirishima advised gently, placing a steadying hand on Kaminari’s shoulder.

“not a chance,” Kaminari shot back, tipping the bottle back again with determination.

“let him get plastered,” Bakugo muttered from his stool at the bar, a scowl on his face. “the idiot’s going to be a blubbering mess by the end of the night.”

“yeah, I’m not dealing with that,” Sero chimed in, crossing his arms in an x. “last time you puked on my brand-new carpet.”

Kaminari pouted, resting his head in his hand. “aw, come on. I’ll just get you a new one,” he said, though his voice carried a hint of defeat. he hadn’t planned on getting so drunk tonight, but he definitely needed something to numb the pain. the number of couples surrounding his group didn’t help matters.

Kirishima clapped his hands on Kaminari’s shoulders with enthusiasm. “maybe you should get back out there and start playing the field! one girl shouldn’t get you down.” he suggested, his face alight with a wide, encouraging smile.

Sero, grinning and holding up his drink, joined in. “yeah, we can make it a little game! like maybe if you get a girl’s number, we’ll buy you a drink.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “I’m not paying for anything. he barely knew her for a week,” he grumbled, his tone making it clear he was less than enthusiastic about the idea.

Kaminari appreciated his friends' support, but he wasn’t sure he had the courage to try. his heart was still too raw, and he didn’t think he could handle rejection right now.

“how about… trying with that girl over there?” Sero suggested, pointing across the room. “to the left a little bit – yeah, right there.”

Kaminari turned to follow Sero’s outstretched finger and saw you. you were seated with a group of friends, laughing and enjoying your drink. the sight of you made his breath catch. you wore skin-tight jeans and a crop top that left little to the imagination. as if that wasn’t enough to make him nervous, the way you tipped your head back and laughed made his heart race.

“no way, she’d shoot me down in a heartbeat,” Kaminari pouted as he looked at you, feeling a pang of self-doubt. you were far too attractive for him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d reject him instantly.

“if you’re too chicken, I’ll give it a shot first,” Bakugo said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the challenge. Kaminari could see through Bakugo’s strategy—it was a classic move, and it was working.

before Bakugo could even push himself off his stool—his intention clear as he started to rise—Kaminari abruptly stood up and shot him a sharp, determined look. “I’m going,” he declared, his voice resolute. his friends erupted in cheers, their support ringing in his ears as he steeled himself and began to head towards your table.

just as you were a breath away from him, you stood from your chair unaware of his approach.

you told your friends you were heading to the bar for another drink. as you turned to navigate through the crowd, you collided with someone. “oh, jesus, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, catching yourself on their arm as you stumbled from the impact.

Kaminari’s hand instinctively gripped your upper arm to steady you, and as you looked up, your eyes met his. up close, you were even more striking than he’d anticipated. your gaze was intense, making his heart skip a beat and sending his thoughts into a whirl.

he struggled to find the right words but managed to ask, “don’t worry about it. were you heading to the bar?”

you nodded, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks as you assessed him. he didn’t seem like a creep—actually, he was quite cute and appeared genuinely friendly. not a bad start, you thought.

even though you had hesitated to come out with your friends, frustrated from yet another man ghosting you, you were suddenly very grateful they dragged you out. you always let your feelings cloud your judgement and lead you into a man’s bed – not that you were complaining – and your relationship didn’t go beyond physical. no dates, no call back, nada.

“let me buy you a drink. I’m Denki Kaminari,” he said, extending his hand towards you. you took it, noting the friendly gesture of a handshake, which was a refreshing change.

“only if it’s a really good drink,” you replied with a smile, “I’m y/n l/n.”

Kaminari grinned back and led you to the bar. as you walked, he glanced at his friends, who were giving him thumbs up and nods of approval, except for Bakugo, who watched silently with a raised eyebrow. Kaminari pondered his next move—buy you a drink, use a pickup line, and hopefully get your number? the pickup line seemed like a good idea.

once at the bar, Kaminari addressed the bartender. “I’ll have a refill on the Kaminari tab and whatever this pretty lady wants.”

you raised an eyebrow at the pretty lady comment but couldn’t help smirking. “I’ll have the same as he’s having.”

“what if you don’t like it?” Kaminari asked with a playful glint in his eye.

“meh, alcohol is alcohol,” you shrugged. as you were about to continue, you noticed three men behind Kaminari grinning and openly staring at the two of you. “um, are those gawking guys over there friends of yours?”

Kaminari whipped around, his glare cutting through the group. as soon as the men realized they’d been caught, they shuffled around, trying to look busy. Kirishima, however, made the scene even more comical by nearly toppling off his stool in the rush to appear occupied.

you couldn’t help but laugh as Kaminari sighed. “yeah, those three dumbasses are my friends.”

“they seemed pretty interested in us,” you teased, your eyes following the scene as the black-haired guy helped the redhead back onto his feet, both of them sporting bright red faces from their earlier stumble.

Kaminari scratched the back of his neck, a gesture that betrayed his unease. he worried that his friends had made things awkward or that you might find one of them more appealing—he suspected Kirishima might be the more attractive one in your eyes.

“well, actually—” Kaminari began, fumbling a bit, “—they were watching to see if I’d get your number. they’re trying to cheer me up.”

you turned your gaze from the boys back to Kaminari, noting the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. it must have taken some balls to admit that to you. you decided to offer the most sincere support you could: honesty. “if it makes you feel any better, my friends dragged me out tonight to cheer me up, too.”

Kaminari’s eyes met yours, and you saw a flicker of hope in them. as the bartender set your drinks down and moved on to the next customer, you grabbed your bottle while Kaminari took hold of his. he raised his bottle in the air with a hopeful smile. “misery does love company, doesn’t it?” he said, offering a toast.

“I’ll cheers to that,” you replied with a smirk, clinking your bottle against his. as you took a sip, you tried desperately to not make a face at the taste, not wanting to bruise his ego but the beer tasted like actual piss.

Kaminari noticed your sour expression and grimaced. “don’t like it, huh? it is kind of a cheap beer,” he said with a regretful chuckle.

“no, no, it’s fine,” you insisted, trying to downplay your reaction. but as you took another drink, your attempt to mask your distaste failed, and you ended up coughing uncontrollably. Kaminari’s hand immediately flew to your back, patting it gently to help you recover.

“oh god, I’m so sorry,” he said, his face reddening with embarrassment. it seemed like every attempt he made to salvage the situation only made things worse.

as your coughing subsided, you managed a laugh. “Kaminari, it’s okay. really. just… an unexpected flavor is all.”

“shit,” Kaminari muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated. his gaze shifted away from you, and you followed it to see the blonde guy from his group striding over.

“oi, dumbass! are you trying to choke her with your cheap beer?” Bakugo called out, his tone light but clearly annoyed. a moment ago, Kirishima and Sero had begun a heated debate over who should intervene, but Bakugo decided to take matters into his own hands, clearly eager to see Kaminari squirm.

“Bakugo, chill—” Kaminari began to protest.

“ah, you must be the asshole of the group,” you interjected, pointing at Bakugo. he turned to gape at you, clearly taken aback by your boldness. Kaminari’s jaw dropped, his eyes widening in surprise as he realized you were standing up to Bakugo.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” Bakugo demanded, his eyebrows knitting together.

“well, every group has its types,” you explained with a confident grin. “you—” you gestured towards Bakugo, “—are the asshole. I’m guessing the redhead is the gym bro, and the black-haired guy is the quiet one.”

as if on cue, Kirishima and Sero waved at you from their seats, a slight smile on their faces.

“and what do you think this idiot is?” Bakugo asked, his hand firmly landing on Kaminari’s shoulder. you noticed how Kaminari stiffened under Bakugo’s touch, as if silently pleading you not to answer.

you took a moment to think before responding. “I’d say he’s the good-looking one.” you weren’t exactly lying, but you had a feeling your choice of words was going to get under Bakugo’s skin.

the effect was immediate: Bakugo’s cheeks flushed a deep red, while Kaminari’s face lit up with a pleased grin. Bakugo, flustered and without a retort, merely scoffed and turned on his heel, heading back to his friends. Kaminari, still grinning, let out an appreciative whistle next to you.

“it’s really rare to see someone stand up to him like that,” Kaminari remarked, his gaze lingering on Kirishima and Sero, who were laughing heartily at Bakugo’s expense.

you turned to him with a mischievous smile. “so, they’re waiting to see if you can get my number, right?” Kaminari nodded, his expression a mix of hope and curiosity. “well, what if you could offer them something even better?”

“b-better?” Kaminari stuttered, his mind racing in a thousand different directions as he tried to understand what you meant. among those thoughts was a particularly inappropriate one that he quickly shut down.

“mhm,” you murmured, moving closer to him until you were standing face-to-face. “what were they planning to do if you got my number?”

“buy me a drink,” Kaminari replied, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“that’s it?” you laughed, shaking your head. “men. you’re not thinking big enough.” as you pondered how to make their reward even more enticing, Kaminari fidgeted nervously in front of you, his eyes wide with anticipation.

“Denki—” you said his name softly, causing him to catch his breath. “they might end up buying you a lot of beers tonight.”

before he could fully grasp what you were hinting at, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his. you hadn’t expected a quick kiss to feel this… electric. but when your lips touched his you felt a spark run through you, igniting every bone in your body with excitement.

Kaminari stood frozen for a moment; his eyes wide as he processed the unexpected kiss. the contact was brief but charged, leaving him tingling and slightly dazed. as you pulled away, you could see the realization dawning on his face.

“you… you really just—” Kaminari started, his voice a mix of surprise and delight. he fumbled for words, trying to catch his breath and process what had just happened.

you chuckled softly, enjoying the flustered look on his face. “yep, I did. and now, you might find tonight to be a lot more interesting than just a few drinks.”

Kaminari’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and he ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself. “so… does this mean I’m not just getting a number?”

“exactly,” you said with a teasing glint in your eye. “if they want to keep this party going, they might have to up their game.”

Kaminari’s eyes watched his friends as they pumped their fists in the air, clearly thrilled by the kiss they had just witnessed. his heart swelled with affection as he saw your amused reaction to their antics. in that moment, he thought you were truly amazing.

“they might not end up paying after all,” Kaminari said, glancing toward Bakugo, who still looked determined not to spend a dime. “Bakugo seemed pretty intent on not footing the bill.”

you tilted your head with a playful smile. “hmm… not even for two kisses?”

before he could respond, you reached up and gently cupped his face with your hands, pulling him down to meet your lips once more.

as your lips met his again, everything else fell away. forget the drinks, forget the stupid game his friends wanted him to play, he didn’t care anymore. Kaminari melted into the kiss, his hands instinctively rising to cradle your face. he savored the warmth and the electrifying sensation that surged through him.

this kiss was different—it wasn’t just a fleeting touch. the desire to deepen the connection surged through both of you. you felt a rush of passion as his hands settled on your cheeks, and you tightened your grip on the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. your bodies pressed together, the intensity of the kiss growing with every passing second.

“get a room!” someone shouted from behind you, and you and Kaminari broke apart, instinctively giving his friends a middle finger in unison.

the simultaneous gesture made you both burst into laughter. “do you think that was enough to get them to buy out the whole bar?” you asked between giggles.

“don’t know, don’t care anymore,” Kaminari replied, his hands lingering on your face. his thumb lightly traced your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

you blushed at the tender touch but managed to smirk. “forgotten all about your little game from that kiss?”

“I forgot about the game the moment you told me your name,” Kaminari said, his eyes locking onto yours with a look of sincerity. seeing your grin made his heart race with exhilaration.

“wanna get out of here?” you asked suddenly. realizing that your offer might echo your old habits, you quickly added, “we could go get ice cream?”

“ice cream sounds great,” Kaminari agreed, a wide smile spreading across his face.

let his friends’ minds wander and form their own assumptions, Kaminari thought. he was determined to get your number by the end of the night, because if he didn’t, he’d be driven mad trying to track you down in every bar afterward.

you swiftly gathered your things from the table and gave a brief explanation to your friends - who looked at you with puzzled expressions. returning to Kaminari, you grabbed his hand, feeling a thrill of excitement. as you headed towards the door, you glanced back at his friends and shot them a playful wink, followed by another cheeky middle finger.

each of their jaws dropped in surprise as Kaminari shrugged with a smug grin, clearly pleased with the turn of events. hand in hand, the two of you walked out of the bar, leaving behind a buzz of curiosity and speculation in the group of boys.

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me when i get asked why i suddenly dislike a character (i can’t tell them it’s because i read a fanfic where said character made y/n’s life miserable and now i have personal beef with them)

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning

chapter warnings/tags: MDNI, NSWF, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v penetration, rough sex, degradation, no after care, slight non-con, after bruising, sukuna sucks during sex A/N: I never said Sukuna was gonna be a good guy yet... but that doesn't mean I don't plan to try and redeem him. Sukuna is an absolute toxic man at this point, so keep that in mind.

index part five | part seven

part five word count: 2,931

you couldn't quite figure out what had come over Sukuna recently. over the past few days, he seemed to be everywhere you were. after your kiss, he’d been noticeably kinder—or at least less overtly hostile—and he wasn’t completely avoiding you anymore.

“is it just me, or did someone kidnap my brother and replace him with a clone?” Yuji asked, watching as Sukuna offered you a bite of his food before retreating to his room to eat.

you shrugged, trying to play it cool. “probably, but I’m not complaining. if I can get through a day without being cursed out every other sentence, I’m all for it.”

“it’s just weird,” Yuji said, leaning against the counter and staring at the stairs as if expecting answers to materialize. “it’s like he only acts like this around you.”

his comment made your cheeks warm. there was no way he’d figure it out so quickly. “maybe he’s been sipping on some respect women juice?” you suggested with a smile.

Yuji’s face lit up as if a light bulb had gone off. “that’s it! I bet he found a girlfriend!”

you choked on your drink. Yuji’s theory left you sputtering, trying to regain your composure. “uh, yeah, maybe,” you managed to say, still a bit flustered.

Yuji’s excitement was palpable. “it makes sense, right? maybe he’s trying to impress someone.”

you forced a laugh, hoping Yuji wouldn’t press further. “sure, let’s go with that.”

Yuji seemed to accept this explanation, nodding to himself. “well, if it means he’s less of a jerk, I guess I’m okay with it.”

as Yuji wandered off, you found yourself alone with your thoughts, your mind racing. Sukuna's recent change in behavior was a puzzle, and while Yuji’s theory was amusing, you knew there was more to it. a darker truth, a deeper desire burning inside of your bones that would never dare admit to your best friend.

when sukuna emerged from his room later, his usual guarded demeanor was back in place, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes when he looked at you. it was a stark contrast to the rough exterior he usually wore.

“Yuji’s got a big mouth. could hear him all the way upstairs,” sukuna said gruffly, though there was no real malice in his tone.

you raised an eyebrow, playing along. “yeah, he does. but what’s this about you being a clone?”

sukuna smirked, a trace of his old self peeking through. “I guess I’ll have to keep you guessing.”

as he walked past you, his fingers brushed against yours, sending a shiver up your spine. you weren’t sure if you should push it with him, but you were aching to bring up the kiss. the way he spoke about wanting to see if you were innocent. the feeling of his hands on your hips – and the fact that you were ready to let him do whatever he wished. maybe if you just-

“you’re starin’ at me like I’ve got two heads, doll.” Sukuna’s voice cracked through your thoughts. he tilted his head quizzically at you, trying to read your expression with a smirk. “having a walking wet dream about me?”

“sukuna!” you hissed, whipping around to scan the living room, ensuring that Yuji and Choso were both well out of earshot. “don’t be so crass.”

Sukuna’s smirk only grew as he advanced, his presence forcing you against the counter. “looks like we’re right back to where we were a few days ago,” he drawled, his eyes glinting with mischief.

you felt a flush creep up your neck at the memory, the way it played so vividly in your mind as if it had happened just moments ago. “I thought you’d have forgotten by now.”

Sukuna leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “if you find yourself feeling lonely tonight, you know exactly where to find me.”

a shiver jolted through your body at his words, and you had to clamp down on the urge to grab his face and pull him into a kiss right there in the kitchen. Sukuna’s low, rumbling chuckle echoed in your ears as he drew back, his eyes dancing with a mischievous glint. with one last, lingering wink, he turned and walked back to his room, leaving you to grapple with the heat of his words and the buzz of his presence still lingering in the air.

you felt like a machine, mechanically going through the motions to get ready to go to bed, the electricity still buzzing inside of you. you combed through your hair (with a little more care than usual), brushed your teeth (maybe a little to vigorously), and applied a lovely, scented lotion. sure, maybe you added some extra steps to your routine, and maybe you slipped on a cuter set of pajamas than usual.

but no matter how much you might have primped, you swore up and down that you wouldn’t be the one to make the first move.

as you lay in bed, struggling to quiet your racing thoughts and falling prey to fantasies that danced through your mind, you heard your phone buzz on the nightstand. you nearly leaped out of bed to grab it, a surge of anticipation and nervous energy rushing through you.

‘Kuna: you up?’

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the audacity of his text—so straightforward, so typical of him. a whirlwind of emotions churned inside you as you debated whether or not to reply. before you could make up your mind, your phone buzzed again.

‘Kuna: get up here.’

your heart skipped a beat. it was as if an invisible string had yanked you from your bed. without a second thought, you slipped out of bed, making sure to close your door quietly behind you. you crept up the stairs as stealthily as possible, the silence of the house amplifying each step you took. when you reached Sukuna’s door, you knocked softly, the anticipation making your pulse race.

when the doorknob turned, Sukuna swung it open, revealing himself in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. your hands were already trembling with nerves, the sight of him in such a casual state sending a jolt of excitement through you. “come in, welcome to my dungeon,” he said with a lopsided grin, stepping aside to let you enter.

as you stepped into the room, a wave of anxiety settled into your stomach. the space before you was one you had always been forbidden from entering—a room even Yuji hesitated to tread. the room was a stark contrast to the rest of the house, a sanctuary that seemed to exude Sukuna’s very essence.

“wow, I feel like I’m breaking some sort of rule by being in here,” you joked, trying to mask your unease as you took in the scene. the room was dark and moody, with deep-toned bedding and a set of weights casually thrown into one corner. heavy metal band posters adorned the walls, each one screaming Sukuna’s personality.

before you could comment further on the eclectic decor, Sukuna closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your hips firmly. he spun you around to face him, his lips crashing into yours with an urgent intensity. “been wanting to do that every damn day,” he growled, his voice rough with longing as he nipped at your lips. the fierceness of his kiss sent shivers down your spine, and all your previous anxiety seemed to melt away under the heat of his touch.

“why haven’t you?” you asked through kisses, your hands already coming around to fist the back of his shirt.

“damn brats all over the place.” he muttered, bringing his hands onto your face. you weren’t surprised by how rough and insistent he was being – your desire to just be touched by him overwhelmed you.

“well, you’ve got me all to yourself now.” you told him as his lips trailed from yours down your neck, biting the skin there and causing you to groan.

he didn’t respond, only guided you backwards until your legs hit the edge of his bed before you laid on your back. Sukuna leaned above you, looking down at you as you stared up at him. maybe, you told yourself, just maybe he was looking at you with actual affection.

“I told you I’ve been wanting to see how innocent you were, now I’ve got the chance.” Sukuna grunted as he dipped his head down to your neck again while his hands began to roam your body. everywhere he touched, everywhere he kissed, left a trail of fire that had your skin burning.

through your heavy, pleasured breathing, you grabbed his face to bring him up to kiss you – but he pulled away to dive into your breasts. you gasped at the contact, feeling him shoving the material up your body and roughly pulling it over your head. “Sukuna,” you squealed, wanting to cover up.

as your arms went to cover yourself, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them over you with one hand. Sukuna immediately latched himself onto one of your perked up nipples, sucking and nipping at them feverishly. when he bit a little too hard, you yelped out, only making him go harder at the sound.

you wanted him to kiss you, but every time you tried to connect your lips with his he buried his face elsewhere. his hand untied your silky shorts, shoving them down your legs. you might’ve thought nothing of it until you felt a cool breeze hitting your already dripping core. he’d taken your panties with your pants.

“Sukuna, maybe we should slow-”

“shh.” he interrupted, letting his grip on your wrist go before moving that hand to cover your mouth. “wanna taste you.”

with your eyes as wide as saucers, you watched as he nuzzled into your heat, quickly licking a stripe through your folds. your back arched and you moaned into his hand at the contact, wanting more. needing more.

as if your reaction told him all he needed to hear, he suddenly slurped up your juices loudly, his tongue diving into your pussy. “Skna,” you whined, muffled by his skin as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“taste s’ good.” Sukuna murmured as he devoured you. instinctively, your thighs began to squeeze shut, clenching his head between them. he didn’t even look up at you as he pulled up from licking you to spit on your clit before taking it between his lips, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around it.

he removed his hand from your mouth to pry one of your legs to the side, gripping it so hard you were sure you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingertips. “Sukuna, feel s’ good.” you rasped as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace now, every suck of your clit sending you closer and closer to your orgasm.

just as you thought you were about to cum, and were close to warning him, he withdrew his fingers and his mouth, leaving you cold. “need t’ fuck you right now.” Sukuna growled, grasping your hips and flipping you with harsh speed so that you were on your stomach. he slid a hand under you, pulling your hips up so that your ass was in the air. 

“fuck, do you have a condom?” you asked, your body trembling with desire and a tightness in your gut from getting so close to your release.

“no, don’t use ‘em.” you wanted to protest, but you were so desperate for him to just put it inside of you.

you tried to turn your body, so that you could see his face, but his hand shot to the back of your neck and lower back to keep you in place. “stay still f’ me doll.” he groaned, and before you could plead with him to kiss you, you felt his tip teasing your entrance.

when the hell did he take off his pants?

while you weren’t inexperienced with sex, having a few flings over your college years, you were pretty sure it had never been like this. just as you were thinking he’d slowly enter you – just like your past experiences – you shrieked as he shoved his cock fully inside of you.

pain and pleasure seared through you as tears pricked your eyes. “you’re so – fuck – so tight.” Sukuna panted as he wasted no time in bullying his cock inside until it was kissing your cervix.

“you’re – mph – too big, Sukuna.” you moaned, trying to will your walls to stretch for him so that you wouldn’t feel the pain. “s-slow down.”

but he either didn’t hear you over his own pleasure, or didn’t care, because his pace only quickened. “that’s right, doll – hah – take my fat cock like the little slut you are.” Sukuna bit out, snapping his hips into yours with such force that you almost fell forward.

“Sukuna, please—” you whimpered, biting your lip in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. you could barely muster the words, but you needed him to kiss you, to slow down and be gentler.

the hand Sukuna held on to the back of your neck slipped around to grab your throat, pulling your body back to meet his pace. “takin’ it s’ well.” slap. “knew you weren’t innocent.” slap. “gonna be m’ dirty whore.”

with every dirty insult, you tried to tell yourself that he probably just had a degradation kink. he didn’t actually mean those things. with your body still at war between pain and pleasure, you felt him bullying your g spot with his cock and you arrived at the edge yet again.

“Sukuna – ha – slow down – mph – ‘m gonna cum.” you hiccupped, tears rolling down your face now at the stimulation your body was being put through. every time his tip hit your g spot you felt the wave start to crash over you. he didn’t slow down, sending you right over the cliff.

your vision went white as a blazing hot orgasm rocketed through you, your body spasming and clenching around his cock while you tried to keep quiet and not scream his name. even as you rode out your release, he continued bullying into you, harder and faster now as he relished the feeling of you milking him.

“that’s right, cum on this dick.” Sukuna barked, his grip tightening on your throat to the point you were beginning to see stars. his hips snapped into yours more forcefully, echoing lewd, wet slaps through the room as he neared the ledge as well, losing control of his thrusts.

just as you were about to tell him to pull out, since he wasn’t wearing a condom, you felt a twitch inside of you as he let out a loud groan. warmth spread through your pussy, coating your walls with his cum as he rutted into you. “fuck fuck fuck.” he growled out, slamming into you until he was absolutely drained of cum.

you both were panting heavily when he pulled out of you. “that was-” you started to say with a weak smile, until Sukuna practically threw a towel in your direction.

“here, to clean up.” he stated, using a washcloth to clean himself off before pulling up his boxers and sweatpants.

shame rushed through you suddenly. he didn’t even look at you as he went to take a drink of water, merely letting you clean yourself off as you felt his cum seeping out of you. you screamed at him in your mind to just look at you, to kiss you softly and help you clean up the mess he made, to hold you and caress you and to –

“’m gonna crash now.” Sukuna broke through your storm of thoughts, pulling back his blankets and climbing in bed while you still sat on the edge. “maybe you should go back downstairs, so it’s not suspicious in the morning.”

tears welled up in your eyes as you scrambled to put your pajamas back on, your movements hurried and frantic. “y-yeah, that makes sense,” you forced out, trying to sound casual despite the tears now streaming down your cheeks. you refused to turn around, unwilling to let him see you cry. “goodnight,” you mumbled as you opened his door and fled from the room, shutting it quietly behind you.

you stood in the hallway for a moment, feeling numb and disoriented, as if your legs were unable to move on their own. with a sense of zombie-like detachment, you made your way down the stairs, no longer caring about making any noise. you trudged into the bathroom; the fluorescent lights harsh against your tear-streaked face.

you grabbed a wet washcloth and began to clean up, your silent sobs almost breaking through. as you wiped your legs, a sudden sharp pain made you flinch. glancing down, you saw dark bruises beginning to form on your thighs, one set specifically looking like finger markings. panic surged through you, and you rushed to the mirror, your breath hitching as you saw a handprint emerging on your neck and a raw, angry bite mark between your neck and shoulder. the sight made your heart race, and your breathing came in shallow gasps, the reality of what had happened crashing down on you with brutal clarity.

when your head finally hit the pillow, your entire body aching and tears still rolling down your face, you found sleep quickly. and this time, there were no pleasant dreams to make you feel better.

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A/N DISCLAIMER: let me just clarify, this is NOT how sex should be unless both parties' consent to this level of degradation and roughness. if you're into that kind of thing and your partner is too, then by all means have at it! I took this from my own past relationship, and how it was, and I know it was never supposed to be like that. so please, don't think this is normal whatsoever. IT IS NOT. this is purely a work of fiction, and I would never tell anyone that this was okay.

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning always as I'm planning for this to come in parts

chapter warnings/tags: over the clothes touching, sexually explicit wording, sukuna teasing per usual, palm grinding, i'm slow burn cock blocking y'all so no heavy smut

index part four | part six

part five word count: 1,659

"Yuji, the cookies are almost ready!" you called out from the kitchen. Yuji got up from the couch and made his way to the bar, eyeing the finished cookies.  

"does Nobara really need this many cookies?" he asked, reaching for one. you swiftly swatted his hand away.  

"she’s sick! who doesn’t love homemade cookies when they're under the weather?" you pouted. you hoped she would appreciate them, considering the effort you put in. flour was still smeared on your face from a minor mishap with the mixer.  

"shouldn’t you have made her some soup instead?"  

"Megumi's taking care of the soup. you and I are on cookie duty," you said, pointing your spatula at him with mock severity. "or rather, I'm on cookie duty since I did all the work."  

"hey, I'm delivering them!" Yuji protested, trying to sneak his hand towards the cookies again. you smacked it away once more.  

"I’ve got a batch baking just for us, so cut it out." you handed him the tupperware overflowing with cookies. "now just make the delivery, errand boy."  

Yuji saluted with a grin, taking the containers and heading out the door. you sighed, thinking that being friends with Yuji made you feel like a middle-aged mom. 

as you were in the middle of cleaning the counters, you heard the front door open and shut.

"back already? what did you do, run supersonic?" you asked, surprised to see Yuji return so soon.  

"what, did you miss me that much?" you heard a familiar voice, and you turned to see Sukuna grinning from ear to ear, arms crossed as he leaned casually against the fridge.  

"Sukuna! didn’t expect you to be home until the crack of dawn," you joked, resuming your task of wiping down the counters.  

"aww, someone been dreaming about me at night?" he teased, moving to peek into the oven.  

"hey, those cookies aren’t for you," you warned as he started to open the still-warm oven. before you could stop him, he grabbed a cookie. "those are still hot, you idiot!"  

you reached out to snatch the cookie from Sukuna's hand, but he held it high above his head, just out of your reach. a smirk danced on his lips as he wiggled the cookie teasingly. with a huff, you jumped to grab it, but he quickly moved it to his other hand.  

what followed was a game of keep-away, with you practically trying to climb Sukuna to get the cookie while he skillfully kept it out of your grasp. 

“c’mon, don’t be an ass.” you snarked, and he rolled his eyes, bringing the cookie down to your level. as you leaned in to grab it, he swiftly moved it away. again.  

you did the first thing that came to mind and smacked his chest with both hands, but he didn’t flinch. Sukuna chuckled as he shoved half the cookie into his mouth, raising his eyebrows at you.  

determined, you reached out to snatch the remaining cookie from his teeth. just before you could make contact, Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you closer.  

“what the hell do you want from me?” you snapped, though your blush betrayed your icy tone. 

with one hand gripping your wrist, Sukuna used his other hand to pull the now slobbery cookie from his mouth. “give me a kiss, and I'll share,” he said with a sly grin.  

“w-what?” you stammered, your eyes widening in disbelief. “why would i do that?”  

“you fought so hard for this one cookie,” he said, gesturing at the sweet in his hand. “but there’s more in the oven. why go to such lengths for something so small?”  

“I wasn’t... don’t be rude,” you replied, your breath catching. okay, maybe you hadn’t needed to touch him as much as you did during the struggle, but you couldn’t deny that it felt good.  

“just speaking the truth,” Sukuna said, pulling you closer. “what, scared to give me a little sugar?”  

“no.” lies. 

“then go ahead, and you’ll get some of my treat.” he seemed to be reveling in the way he was making you blush, enjoying every moment of your embarrassment.  

“fine,” you said, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. what you didn’t expect was for him to turn his face at the last second, catching your lips with his. a jolt of shock and electricity surged through you, both of you locking eyes in surprise. you were the first to pull away, your face burning red, and your breath almost completely halted. “what the hell was that?” 

“I said a kiss, not whatever chicken shit that was,” Sukuna shrugged, breaking the cookie in half and offering you a piece.  

no matter how hard you tried, your hand wouldn’t move to take the cookie. you stood frozen, staring at him in surprise.  

“aww, did I break your brain?” Sukuna teased, tapping his finger against the side of your head. “can’t say I'm not surprised that was all it took. must be pretty empty in there.”  

your lips pressed into a thin line, and you slapped his arm harder than you ever had before. “you’re such an absolute dickwad,” you snapped, delivering a second slap.  

as you went for a third, Sukuna grabbed your wrist and stopped you. “I wouldn’t suggest you do that again,” he said in a low, serious tone.  

“why, what are you gonna about it?” you shot back, your brows furrowed in anger. “are you going to hit a girl?”  

you half-expected him to give you a light shove, knowing him. instead of the physical contact you anticipated, Sukuna’s hands moved to your waist and lifted you with ease, setting you down on the counter and grabbing your arms roughly.  

before you could protest, Sukuna’s lips crashed into yours. it was the exact opposite of what you’d expected, sending shivers down your spine.  

“this is what you get for teasing me, brat,” Sukuna murmured against your lips. you sucked in a breath.  

god, you were still so annoyed with him, but the burning sensation spreading through your body was different from your frustration. his lips felt incredibly good against yours, almost as if they encapsulated yours. 

when his hands moved from your arms and gripped your hips, you embarrassingly let a moan slip past your lips.  

“ah, there it is.” you could feel him smirk before his tongue darted into your mouth. almost instinctively, your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him in deeper. 

the younger you that developed a crush on him was practically pumping her fist into the air in victory right now. 

you pulled away for a moment, catching your breath and telling him, “’m still annoyed with you.” 

“but is it getting better?” Sukuna gave you a lopsided smile, raising an eyebrow at your flushed expression. 

you didn’t want to answer, so instead you tugged him back into you, frustrated in more ways than one. with the amount of feelings surging through you, you nipped at his bottom lip a little too aggressively.  

while your mouths were a mess of tongues and pants, you fisted Sukuna’s hair in your hands and his own moved to grab your knees and push them apart. 

a shock split through you when you felt him palm your core through your pants. “Sukuna...” you moaned his name, already feeling intoxicated from his touch.  

“been wanting t’ see how innocent you were since the day you moved in.” Sukuna murmured, his hand rubbing against your heat harder. faster. deliberately driving you insane.  

“is this all you’re gonna do to figure that out?” you teased, panting into his neck at the friction his palm was creating on your clothed clit.  

“wanna find out?” he dared, and you nodded weakly.  

you were fully prepared to make a mess on the kitchen counter, impatiently waiting for him to make a fool out of you, even if it was a one and done thing. if it was just a point he wanted to prove you didn’t give a fuck.  

as the desire burned hotter within you, ready for him to remove every bit of your clothes... you heard a set of keys in the door.  

you quickly pushed Sukuna away, earning a chuckle from him, then jumped down from the counter and straightened your clothes. it had to be Yuji, you reminded yourself. you needed to look like you weren’t just grinding on his brother’s hand right in the kitchen. 

Sukuna leaned casually against the counter opposite you, watching as you scrambled to grab your discarded cleaning spray just as Yuji walked in.  

“Nobara was really grateful for the cookies. and if she says a few went missing, she’s lying,” Yuji said, shutting the door behind him. his gaze quickly shifted to you cleaning, with Sukuna watching from across the room.  

“the other cookies just came out of the oven,” you said, your voice coming out hurried and a bit strange.  

“bro, are you bothering y/n?” Yuji asked, giving Sukuna a disapproving look.  

without even glancing at him, Sukuna replied with a smirk, “yeah, I was bothering her real bad.”  

you choked on your own breath, coughing and blaming it on the cleaner fumes. “both of you. out of the kitchen. now,” you seethed, trying to hide the blush on your face as you ushered them both out.  

left alone with your own thoughts, you knew Sukuna just had to be doing that to get a rise out of you (which he did of course). he’d known about your crush, you told yourself, that was it.  

you tried to brush it off, chalking it up to him being a dick and wanting to embarrass you. but... what he’d said about wanting to do that since you moved in stuck with you.  

no. no Sukuna wouldn’t ever look at you that way. even if you so wished he would. 

fuck, you needed a cold shower—stat. 

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