#AND I HAD A SMALL TALK WITH ANOTHER CLASSMATE WHEN WALKING BACK TO THE DORM AND IT WENT OKAY CAHDE

[theromanticjedi]

Viktor was a smart man- IS! He is a smart man, but Jayce, gods he makes Viktor feel so stupid.

Jayce x Viktor

Warnings: Talk about real world probloms?

A/N: Viktor is an Enviormental science student who is active in political and social probloms. He works at a small student owned human rights campain and makes posts about it on his socials. Jayce is an Engineer student. Who works at a small restaraunt. And helps Viktor figure out logistics. As a viktor kinnie looking for my irl Jayce, I approve this message.

"Okay, maybe choosing not to live in the dorms was stupid." Viktor huffs as He and Jayce walk back to their flat after classes. "Better accomidations at the flat." Jayce says not really looking up from his new work scedule, untill Viktor stops him from walking into traffic. "Eh, I could handle the stairs but walking in the cold, no." "Could you?" Jayce says a little dazed from getting pulled. "I dunno, probably." "But could you handle living with classmates?" Jayce smirks. "Eh, I live with you." "But thats diffrent." Jayce laughs as Viktor opens the door to the appartment building for him. "Is it now?" Viktor hums as Jayce unlockes the flat. "Isent it?" Jayce responds faking heart brake. "I mean, you are a classmate that I live with." Viktor reasons. "But you like living with me." Jayce smirks as he starts rummaging through the cabnits. "Hm." Vik hums as he lays his bag on his bed and starts taking out his home work. "Dont you?" Jayce says starting to dig into a bad of chips. "I suppose so. And dont eat all of thoes." Jayce smiles at that. "Would you rather cook?" Viktor thinks about it for a moment. "No. Order in, I have, eh a lot of work to do." "Homework?" Jayce asks placeing an order for there regular meals. "Mhm, and some personal studies." Jayce nods looking up at Viktor. "What kind of personal studies?" Viktor pulls off his sweater in favor of his "homosexual tendencies" t- shirt. He tried not to smile when he sees Jayce blush. "The normal kind." Jayce smiles and hands Viktor a hoodie knowing he gets cold. "Good luck saving the world, V. Ill text you when the food gets here." Viktor smile as Jayce once again proves how perfect he is. Trading his black jeans and stability brace for ball shorts and a fabric brace, he climbs into bed and opens his laptop. The image of him and Jayce doing some cheap face masks they got greet him. He hates to admit that he likes Jayce, and he wont unless directly asked. After a few minutes he hears his phone buzz but ignores it favor of a study about low life expectancy in low income areas.

Jayce lays all the food out on the coffee table and checks to see if Viktor has responded. When he sees he hasent Jayce decides to go get him. "V? Food's here." Viktor pushes his glasses up by rubbing his eyes. "Ah, yes. Sorry." Jayce gives a sentimental smile "No problem." After a moment they are both sitting on the couch food in hand and scrolling through tv. "Hey, V?" "Hm?" Viktor responds a mouthful of food. "...I dont see you as another classmate." Jayce confesses not making eye contact. "What do you mean, Jayce?" Viktor asks trying to decipher what exactly Jayce ment. "I mean, I feel close to you. I like you." Viktor laughs "Thats a relief, it would suck if you hated your flat mate-" "Viktor. I like, you." Jayce says more firmly looking at the other man now. "Oh." Viktor says quietly. "I..Im not good at talking about feelings but..I like you too."

A/N: i kinda lost modivation for this ive had a long day, but if you want more of this au or if you have any advice please shoot me an ask. Im always looking for inspo and mutuals.

[angered-box]

i also somehow managed to talk to two of my classmates for a literal hour outside of class about random stuff. I've never been able to do that

[heaven4lostgirls]

hi!! i was curious if you would write something that starts out with barty x reader and evan is just friends with both of them before feeling like he’s impeding on their relationship (a little bit angsty if you’re comfortable with that) but barty and reader tell him that he’s not impeding at all and they’re actually very interested in him joining their relationship (totes no worries if not!!)

pairing: poly!rosekiller x reader

summary: request above!

word count: 1.8k

a/n: thank you for your your request, this somehow came much easier to me than i thought it would? (i’m blaming the fact that they have been consuming my every thought since last week) not proofread btw

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evan’s not sure when it started, when it started feeling less like evan hanging out with two of his close friends and more like evan third wheeling two of his closest friends.

he dislikes it, the change. it makes him feel silly, why does he want to spend this much time with two people who obviously have no obligation to him outside of friendship? (and why does he wish that would change?)

he watches you and barty stroll ahead of him in the streets of hogsmeade, inhibiting himself from increasing his walking speed to catch up to the two of you, to join in the boisterous laughter that you two share.

instead, he lets himself watch longingly of what he so wishes was his future. his eyes travel along the landscape of the small town, always finding his eyes making their way back to your shared figures ahead of him.

your hair catching the orange glare of the setting sun, comparable in brightness to the smile on barty’s face as he listens to you babble nonsensically about a novel you had been reading.

evan allows himself only a single moment to mourn, mourn a love he had never really had in the first place, but nonetheless mourn the loss.

he knew he could never tell either of you of his feelings, he had watched the both of you fall in love, the shared glances, lingering touches and lovesick gazes.

all of which he longed to experience yet knew that neither of you would ever reciprocate his feelings. so he tortured himself in spending his free time with you both, to limit suspicion, but ever so slightly, pulling away, tending to walk behind the both of you, instead of with, sitting behind the two of you in class but always paired with another classmate for projects. studying with the two of you in the library, but always leaving early with one or more excuses.

barty and you had noticed, of course you had, but chalked it up to evan only adjusting to the shift in dynamic between your trio. you both missed him dearly but never asked for him to stay in fear of pushing him further away.

and thus, in a viscious cycle, the three of you drifted further apart than ever before, each party too afraid of admitting that they missed the other and impeaching on unconscious boundaries.

however, as you and barty walk down hogsmeade, evan trailing behind the two of you like a glorified guard dog rather than your best friend, you murmur to your lover, “we need to talk to him” with a sad look.

barty turns to you with furrowed eyebrows, “what if he doesn’t want to talk?” he says and you can’t help but turn and pitifully look back at evan’s bored yet slightly sad expression.

“we have to try, i-we can’t lose him” you emphasize and barty nods in understanding before placing a hand on your cheek.

“we’ll talk with him when we reach the castle, okay angel?” he says with a soft murmur, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. you hum in acknowledgement before closing your eyes.

evan’s heart clenches at the sight of the two of you, so perfectly fit together, how could he ever compete? not that he wanted to, but he knew deep down that he would never be what either of you wanted nor needed and it was better to cut his losses than to have his heart broken unexpectedly.

as you reach the castle, you all make your way to the slytherin common room and up to barty and evan’s shared dorm. evan is about to make an excuse about studying in the library to avoid being alone with you two but before he can make his escape, your voice breaks the silence in the empty dorm.

“evan.” your tone is soft and calming, yet evan’s heart drops to his stomach, clenching painfully as he closes his eyes in an “oh fuck” moment.

he turns to you with a fake smile, beckoning you to continue, hoping whatever you’re going to say, it isn’t what he thinks it is.

“what’s going on?” so it’s exactly what he thinks it is, he doesn’t have to play into this, he doesn’t have to give you the answers you seek- “what’s what?” he asks as he shrugs, faking nonchalance at the situation.

you and barty share a look that has evan clenching his jaw, “you’re pulling away from us!” you accuse him. the silence that follows is defeaning, the only sound is evan’s sharp intake of breath.

“we don’t have to talk about this-“ evan says quickly as he looks alarmed at the both of you before barty scoffs.

“yes we fucking do” and there’s a ‘don’t argue with me’ tone in his voice. evan only avoids his gaze as he looks at his shoes and shrugs once again.

“it doesn’t matter-“ he says again with an avoidant tone, barty only growls in annoyance. “yes it fucking does evan! we miss you!” barty states loudly and evan can’t help but flinch as he meekly looks up and meets barty’s gaze.

you clench your jaw in hope that it stops the tears from welling in your eyes. “did we do something? to-make you uncomfortable?” your voice breaks midway and evan’s wide eyed gaze jumps to yours in alarm and worry at the tears in your eyes.

“no!-no.” he shakes his head with wide eyes, “fuck.” he says as he looks down again and blows out a breath as he rakes a hand through his messy blonde hair.

“it’s just-“ he blows out a frustrated breath. “i can’t do this” he shakes his head as his voice wobbles, you look at barty whose gaze is swimming in worry.

“evan” barty starts softly, in the same tone he uses just for you, evan flinches as he hears it and shakes his head again, this time more frantically as he pulls at his roots.

he looks at barty in an almost manic movement, looking comparably to a rabid animal backed into a corner. “don’t-“ he starts as he chokes up, “don’t use that fucking tone” he says as he wraps his arms around himself. “not-not when you use it with her, not when i know it doesn’t mean the same as thing” he stammers out as he backs himself more into the wall.

“evan” barty’s eyes soften and you look at him again before deciding to walk closer to evan, “is that what this is about?” you ask softly, your heart clenching as he withdraws from you further, not letting you come any further towards him.

“what else could it possibly be about!” he cries out and looks at the two of you, gaze jumping from both of your figures as tears fall steadily past his pale cheeks.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did-”

“evan..”

“-and i tried to pull away but it just kept getting worse and you guys started noticing but didn’t say anything-”

“evan.”

“-i was trying to get over it, it was only a small crush! i would have never broken that boundary between the two of you-”

“EVAN!” the yell breaks evan out of his rambling as he looks at barty in shock.

“why didn’t you tell us?” you ask softly as your lip wobbles, your arms finding their way around your midsection in an attempt to self soothe your anxiety.

“tell you?!” evan cries incredulously as if the idea was implausible. “yes” barty says stiffly. “because you two are together?! and you don’t feel the same! which is understandable because i’m not really anything you should want but!-”

“who said we didn’t like you?” barty asks sternly and evan’s almost ramble is cut short as he looks at barty dumbfounded before turning his gaze to look at you as if to ask ‘did you just hear what your boyfriend just said or am i going insane?’ to which you look pointedly at him.

“well?” you prompt with a quirked brow, still somewhat shaking from the fear bubbling under your skin.

“well- i mean- nobody? but it’s implied when two people are in a committed relationship that they’re not really on the market anymore-“ evan starts before you butt in,“we’re not.”

you say helpfully before evan nods in acquiescence, “see!-so you would never-!”

“that doesn’t include you love” barty says with a huff, but you can tell by his voice there’s a small smile on his face as he watches evan struggle to come to terms with what your boyfriend is saying.

“you-? you two- want me?!” he asks, eyes widening and posture tensing. barty and you turn to each other with shared smiles before you turn to evan with a small shrug with a grin blooming over your face, “always have” you admit shyly and watch as evan blanches.

“uh-“ evan looks between the two of you, speechless.

“i’m going to walk up to you now love, i’d appreciate it if you’d let me hug you love, because if you don’t it might just break my heart” barty jokes with smirk before taking slow and cautious steps towards evan’s figure in the corner of the dorm.

evan allows himself to be comforted by the familiarity of barty’s arms around him, he melts into the hug as he exhales a breath of relief. he opens his eyes to meet your gaze behind barty’s back as you watch the two of them with a gentle smile on your face.

evan taps barty’s shoulder in a gentle touch to ask if he can let him go, barty pulls away slowly before looking into evan’s gaze, “i’m not good with communicating what i want, for that i’m sorry, but as far as i’ve been concerned, you’ve been mine since fourth year.” barty admits with heat in his gaze and evan’s mouth drops open as the other boy pulls away nonchalantly and walks back over to his bed on the other side of the dorm.

“you like me” evan states dumbly as he looks at you and you can’t help but have a small laugh at his expense before walking over to him in less cautious steps in comparison to barty, “seems so” you murmur as you stand in front of him with a small smile, letting him have the freedom to make the first move, should he choose to.

he blows out a breath before nodding and placing a hand on your cheek as he gazes into your eyes with adoration, leaning down and pressing his forehead to yours. he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply before you’re pulled into a comforting embrace. you slowly wrap your arms around his waist.

you both stand in a comfortable silence before barty’s voice breaks the silence, “can you two come and do that on the bed before i go and complain to regulus about being neglected?” he complains from the middle of his bed.

you two pull away and share a humorous glance before you walk hand in hand to his bed.

[angeliicheartt]

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um hi elle!! asking tenya ida “will you ever kiss me?” or smth to that effect ! fkfjdjdjcmb 🩵🩵🩵

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includes: tenya iida

fem!reader

note: 1.1k wc, fluff with a touch of angst (in the beginning), wingmen denki and toko, mentions of kamijiro & kacchako, hope u enjoy!

you watch as the sun sets over the UA dorms, casting the world in a golden glow. you sat with tenya on one of the benches lining the path from the dorms to the main school building. the two of you sat in a comfortable but tension charged silence. you could feel each time he adjusted his position, slowly getting closer to you. you felt your pinkie tips brush against one another, the contact making you flinch before relaxing again. 

your heart pounded in your chest, your eyes flickering to tenya’s face. his eyes are already trained on you, his cheeks flushed and lips parted. your body angles toward tenya, your nails digging into the concrete bench holding the two of you. was this it? was he finally gonna kiss you?

tenya clears his throat, his head ducking as his gaze locks onto the dirt floor below your feet. he pushes his glasses up his nose from where they had slid down before standing up, offering you a hand, “we should head inside.”

your eyebrows furrow up at him, your lips parted as you think of what to say. this is how’d it been for weeks, you knew tenya wanted to take things slow, and you did too, but not this slow. you easily stand up on your own, ignoring tenya’s hand, a look of dismay crossing his face. 

“will you ever kiss me?” you posed, your arms moving to hug yourself as tenya sputters. 

“y/n—” he hesitated, his arms twitching at his sides, wanting to comfort you, but you wanted to take things slow. the problem was tenya waited for you to make moves, not wanting to rush or pressure you. 

“listen, I’ll see you in class, just.. get your thoughts together.” you say, walking past tenya into the 1A dorm building. you gave a simple greeting to everyone before getting a dish of dinner and sitting beside mina on the couch. 

“you just get back from hanging out with iida? how was itttt?” mina drags out, giddy over the class couple. you sigh, beginning to dig into the dinner your classmates prepared. 

“well when he first asked me out he told me he wanted to take things slow, and i totally get it! i’m the same way.. but it’s been weeks and all we’ve done is held hands, twice.” you rant, your voice hushed as to not attract everyone’s attention. mina listens attentively as she eats, nodding along to your words. 

“well—” she cuts herself off, finishing her bite and swallowing before continuing, “i think you’ve gotta talk to him about it, he’ll never know for sure otherwise,” she advised, leading you to sigh before nodding. 

“i know.. i’ll do it tomorrow, when we’ve both got clear heads, y’know?” you stand up from the couch, padding over to the sink to rinse your dish. you bid an early goodnight to everyone before heading to your dorm.

unbeknownst to you, your rant travels from mina to jiro, and from jiro to denki and tokoyami. the two boys, denki dragging tokoyami along approach tenya, the boy looking up at them confused.

“yes? what is it, kaminari?” he asks the blonde, a tense smile on his face. 

“we’ve gotta talk,” denki says, grabbing tenya’s arm and attempting to pull him away. tenya stands up, placing his dish on the counter to come back to. denki sighs in relief as he now guides both tenya and tokoyami to the first floor hallway, devoid of any listening ears, besides jiro maybe. 

“listen, bud, we know you and y/n are struggling right now,” the blonde starts off, placing his hand 'soothingly' on tenya’s shoulder. tenya’s eyebrows furrow at the boy, grasping his wrist and placing his hand back at his side, “we’re what?”

tokoyami shakes his head, nudging kaminari’s shoulder with his own, “kaminari doesn’t mean that. we’ve heard that you two got into a small altercation in your relationship.” the dark haired boy starts off, “we’re here to assist you in clearing it up.”

tenya’s eyes widen slightly, his face flushing at the mention of your guys’ relationship. denki grins at the boy’s reaction resting his elbow on tokoyami’s shoulder he leans forward, pointing a finger gun at tenya. 

“so spill them juicy secrets, glasses boy!” the blonde urges, flashing a pearly grin. tenya sighs, disheartened by having the electric boy help fix his relationship. he takes his glasses off, massaging the bridge of his nose briefly before replacing his glasses once again. 

“we were outside, just sitting on one of the benches and when i suggested we go inside, she asked ‘will you ever kiss me,’ and then walked inside. i was waiting for her to initiate anything because she said she also wanted to take our relationship slow.” tenya vents to the two boys, tokoyami nodding in tandem with tenya’s words and denki staring blankly as he listens. 

“well—”

“obviously she wants you to kiss her, and usually girls want guys to make the first move, tenya buddy. i know you’re just being a gentleman and all, but trust me, girls like it when the guy initiates it.” denki insights, clueless to his violet-haired girlfriend’s rolling eyes as she listens in. 

“best course of action would probably be to kiss her tomorrow, as soon as you see her,” denki advises as Tenya’s gaze flickers from the blonde to the dark haired boy, who only nods in agreement. 

tenya goes back to the kitchen, cleaning up as if in a trance. he collected all the dishes from everyone, washing each of them in silence as he contemplated how he should approach you. eventually he retires to his dorm room, rolling restlessly in the early hours of the night before finally passing out.

the next morning, you and mina are heading to the school building, walking side by side before you hear your name get called, you turn your head watching as tenya speeds over to you. you hear mina yelp as she’s pulled away by kaminari, but before you can respond to that tenya’s less than a foot away from you, his hand cupping your cheek, his own cheeks flushed. 

“yes?” you ask timidly, feeling your cheeks heat at the notion. 

“may i kiss you?” he murmurs, his nose already brushing yours as you nod. you feel his slightly chapped lips melt against yours, your hand moving to wrap around his neck before you hear a familiar voice. 

“IT'S EIGHT IN THE GODDAMN MORNING, I DO NOT WANT TO SEE FOUR EYES SWAPPING SPIT!” bakugo yells from a few feet behind you two, causing the two of you to part. you look past tenya to see bakugo with ochako on his arm, grumbling as she berates him for ruining the moment. you chuckle softly before turning back to tenya, planting a gentle peck on his lips before taking his hand in yours, “thank you,”

“my pleasure,” he says softly as the two of you continue to walk, now ready to start the day.

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[lynnuvo]

Puppy Love ( ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა )

Characters: Monoma Neito x Female (Y/N)

How you managed to grow attracted to the loud, arrogant mascot of Class 1B is a mystery to your peers. This is so to even yourself, though you chalked it up to a "curiosity killed the cat" scenario. Over the course of your first three weeks of being in UA’s Class 1B, you decided to be the annoying cat poking at his side. It was hard to not pay attention to him, so why not make it fun?

He was a bit irritated at first. You were pretty sure he had some underlying insecurity because every time you mentioned him being scared of being outshone by Class 1A, he'd get into a hissy fit. You stopped talking about this as much when Kendo Itsuka indirectly hinted it'd be best to, but that didn't stop your other antics. You'd leave sticky notes of hilarious drawings about him on his desk, in his backpack, and in his shoe locker. You'd follow him around like a lost puppy in the building--sometimes to the bathroom door on accident. You'd pester him with questions too. There's been several occasions you asked about his favorite snacks or other items and got just as much the opposite as possible.

A few classmates joked that you were bullying him, but it wouldn't really be bullying if Monoma Neito eventually learned to save a seat for you in the cafeteria or keep the gifts you gave him despite not liking them, right? Would he have hated you if he'd ask to walk you home back before the dorms were built, chiding that someone as weak as you needed someone as strong as him? Did he really want you to stop pestering him if he sought out for you in the girl's section of the dorm watching TV in the living room for two hours? It was unusual you weren’t already a trumpet in his ear by that time, after all.

"What are you doing here?" Tokage Setsuna questioned when she exited her room to see Monoma walking down the hall in her direction. "You know the boys' section is on the other side, right?"

Monoma startled but settled his composure quick. "Yes, I know. I'm just looking for something. I seem to have lost it."

"So you're looking for it here?"

"Well, I haven't found it anywhere else yet. Perhaps someone picked it up and dropped it."

"What are you looking for?"

"Uh—a decorated blue hair pin. It's small but fits well with one of my polos."

"You wear hair pins?"

He scoffed. "Hair pins are an accessory not just for girls. It could be that someone on this side picked it up, thought it was cute, and kept it."

"Sure...." Tokage leaned her back against her door and crossed her arms. A smirk crept onto her face. "You sure you didn't lose anything else? Maybe someone with (your hair color) hair?"

"I'm sure."

"Well then, I'll help you look for this pin."

"Oh! No need!" Monoma replied, waving his hands in front of his chest. "I think I can find it on my own. Even if I don't find it, I can easily buy another one later."

Tokage's smirk grew into a wide grin. "Come on, it's better to search with two pairs of eyes instead of one!"

"Really, thank you, but—!”

"Monoma-kun?"

The two turned to a door further down the hall that just opened. Out came you in your pajamas, hair a bit of an entangled mess. A yawn escaped your lips. "Do we have class today?"

"No, we don't. And what are you doing just now getting out of bed?!" He hurried over to you and brushed some hairs from your face. "It's 3 in the afternoon, for goodness' sake!"

You furrowed your brows. "'m sorry. I slept in."

Tokage watched him chide you for wasting the morning away. It was comical how both of you denied romantic feelings for each other, and yet here you two were acting like a relationship was in progress. Her stomach suddenly growled. She pushed herself off her door. "I'm gonna get some lunch. Good luck. (Y/N)-chan, Monoma said he lost a blue hairpin. Why don't you help him find it? See you guys!"

After bidding Tokage goodbye, you looked up at the blond boy. "You wear hair pins?"

"Well—sometimes! Not recently, just—uh—on occasion. But no matter! I can buy another one some other time!" Monoma bumped your shoulder, urging you forward. "Hurry and get ready for the day. I'm so awfully bored."

You chuckled. "Aww, you missed me?"

"As if!"

You and Monoma's dynamic was fun and rather straightforward at first—an enemies to friends type of dynamic. Most of the class could see through the teasing that you two cared about each other and enjoyed each other's company. Overtime, however, you found yourself growing frustrated with the boy. Weeks of being by his side made your heart grow fond of him, but he didn't state anything of the same effect your companionship had on him. When you teased that he loved you or missed you, he shut it down fast. Although not out of character, it began to hurt you.

After an in-depth confession to Kendo in her room (and a small moment of you crying on her shoulder), she messaged you the next day to go on hangouts with her after school every other day with Hiryu Rin. She mentioned in the text conversation that she believes some time away from Monoma might help. You agreed.

You and Rin were good friends, but you two never hung out or talked outside of classes and when you both happened to be in the same vicinity. The first day all three of you hung out started a little awkward, but it became an entertaining pasttime quick. You three hung out at an arcade, at coffee shops, in the gym training, and even on runs to the grocery store. When you three didn't feel like going outside, you guys would sit on the floor in front of the TV and parallel play.

When the dorms were established, Monoma walked by your side with the rest of class to the dorms. With you on hangouts immediately after school now, he bid you, Kendo, and Rin a simple farewell and continued chatting with the rest of your classmates. A pang hit your heart upon his nonchalant goodbye, but you shoved it down. Once the three of you returned, you'd hangout with him and a few others in the dorm after settling down.

So imagine your surprise when a knock sounded on your door two hours after you returned from another fun hangout with Kendo and Rin. You hadn't been expecting anyone since you planned on resting in that day, so you were especially not expecting Monoma to be standing there when you popped the door open a tad.

He looked at you sternly. "Can we talk?"

"Oh—uh—sure," you replied, caught off guard by his unusual facial expression. You welcomed him inside and gestured for him to sit on your desk's chair, which he did so as you shut the door and sat on your bed. Your fingers fiddled with the blanket beneath you. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Do you like Rin?"

Your shrimp posture was no longer as you shot up. "What?! No! I mean, he's a great friend, but I haven't thought about...like...dating him yet."

"Yet?"

"I mean it like I didn't consider it!"

He pulled out his phone, opened a text message thread, clicked on an image to expand it, and showed it to you. "What's this?"

It was a selfie Kendo took of you, Rin, and her on a grocery store run. The angle was pointed down at the group, with only Kendo's eyes coming into frame while she held the phone up. Not realizing she was taking a selfie until the picture was taken, you and Rin stood side by side picking avocados. You had to admit the side profile of you and Rin's laugh was kind of adorable, but you were pulled from reminiscing that day by Monoma clearing his throat.

You backed away from the phone. "This happened last week. Why are you bringing it up?"

"You and Rin look awfully close." He put his phone away and crossed his arms. Contrary to the indication of his body language, his face softened as well as his tone. "You know, if you like Rin, you can tell me. I just want to know."

"Why?"

"Well, since we both hangout a lot, I wouldn't want to interfere with your time with him. Maybe you two could—I don't know—I could offer him my seat in class from now on so you two can get to talk more."

You shook your head. "It's fine, really! Me and Rin can talk after class."

He got up from your chair and laughed, rolling his eyes. "Then you two can talk during class as well. A desk is just a desk, after all. I'll tell him to switch seats with me after dinner."

Once he started heading for the door, you jumped from your bed and snatched his wrist, trying to pull him back. "Monoma, stop! It's okay, really! I don't mind!"

He wretched his wrist free only for you to grab it again. "And I don't mind playing matchmaker for my dear friends, believe me."

"Stop! Please don't!"

"I like sitting with you! Trust me, it's okay!"

"Yes, but it'd be a good idea to help you with your love ordeal."

Escaping your grasp once more, his hand fell on the door handle and his shoulder touched the door. In a last ditch effort, you threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him back in. "I LIKE YOU! STOP!"

And that he did.

Time skipped a beat before he backed away from the door, turning wide-eyed to look at you. Tears rested on your waterline. After darting his eyes around the room, Monoma hurriedly guided you to your bed again. "I'm so sorry, please don't cry."

"I like you! I've been liking you!" you whined as you clung onto Monoma's shirt despite him trying to lay you down. He gave up and embraced your body in one hand while patting your back with the other. You buried your face in his neck. "I told you I like you!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you liked me so much." He shushed you for a while before adding, "I shouldn't have questioned you this way. I'm so sorry. Please don't cry, (Y/N)-chan."

"I already am..."

"Oh. Right."

Needless to say, Monoma was not the best source of comfort. But he did his best. Once your breathing calmed down, he sat behind you and rested you against his body. You couldn’t bear the thought of him seeing you cry, so you were grateful when he passed you a tissue. After wiping your face and tossing the tissue in the trash can, you leaned your head against his chest. His heart raced; you could feel it.

Monoma’s hands wrapped around both of yours. “I’m so sorry.”

Heat rushed to your face at the sight of your hands. A headache began to form in the back of your head. “It’s okay. I know you want to help me, but I really do like you. I have for a while.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you didn’t look like you liked me back.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Um. You don’t really do anything romantic. Sure, we hang out a lot, but it just feels like hangouts as friends. Well, it did to me until I caught feelings, but you know what I mean. I just—I didn’t know what to do about these feelings.”

You raised your head and finally looked at guilty expression on his face. The question of whether he liked you back caught in your throat, but the twitches in his lips as he struggled to find the words to speak left a sinking feeling in your gut.

At last, he let out a sigh and squeezed you in an embrace. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do. Thank you for—uh—for thinking of me so, but I need to figure out how to go about this. Can you give me some time to respond properly?”

You squeezed him back. “Yes, of course.”

After sitting in your room for a good five minutes doing nothing but holding each other, Monoma exclaimed he needed to help prepare dinner downstairs and excused himself. You cursed yourself in your head for confessing in such a way. But there was no turning back now.

At dinner, you both sat next to each other as normal, but conversation was awkward, to say the least. Neither of you could properly look the other in the eye despite briefly talking about subjects unrelated to the incident. For most of the meal, you both opted to talk to other peers. Things were not so different in class. Despite sitting beside each other, you two spoke little. You couldn’t bring yourself to tease him after the fool you made of yourself, and it felt like Monoma was distancing himself despite the fact that he still sat next to you at lunch and walked beside you on the way to the dorms.

Kendo Itsuka messaged you only three days later, questioning what on earth happened. You told her about the incident, and the next thing you knew, Kendo barged into your room professing apology after apology. She explained that although she did want to give you space from Monoma, another purpose of the hangouts with her, you, and Rin was to make Monoma jealous. She’d gotten the idea from movies but hadn't expected this outcome. You forgave her and thanked her for her efforts. After all, you could see the potential. It was unfortunate Monoma was not like the guys in her movies.

A week passed. The awkward silence was getting unbearable. You really wished you’d demanded a deadline for his consideration.

For once, your bedroom felt suffocating, so while other students opted for the privacy of their rooms, you sat on the couch watching a drama on a very casual day. You were pretty bored until footsteps sounded behind you. You turned your head to see Monoma. You moved your legs off the couch and watched as he sat beside you.

He nodded. “Hey.”

“Uh—hi.”

You both faced the TV. After a week of this, all you two could muster was a simple greeting? You internally cringed. It was enough to suffer through silence with others around. Why would he come down just for this?

You soon found out why as you felt something on your hand—that something turning out to be Monoma’s hand. Your heart pounded faster. “What are you doing?”

He turned to you and sputtered, “I—um—nothing.”

Before he could remove his hand, you snatched it and held it firmly. His admittedly cute, nervous face fueled your nearly dead desire to tease him. “Monoma-kun, there’s no way you could have accidentally done that.”

“Well—I—!” He pursed his lips then shook his head. “I’m not used to this.”

“We’ve never held hands before.”

“I mean romance, stupid!” He scowled, lifting your conjoined hands and shaking it as if it was an obvious clue in a murder mystery. “I tell you I need to think it over. Then, I am holding your hand! What do you think that means?!”

Your eyes widened. “You…like me?”

“Come on! I’m leaving.”

Before he could get up, you lurched forward and took a hold of his arm. “Monoma-kun, no! You have to say it! Tell me if it’s a yes or no. Please?”

After a moment of continuing to look away, he finally turned to face you again with furrowed brows. “I like you. I have also been for a while now.”

“AWW, YOU LOVEEE ME?”

“I’M LEAVING!”

“NO! I’M JUST KIDDING!”

Joy couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt. Apparently so didn’t it describe Monoma’s feelings because despite numerous statements of saying he’d leave, he buried himself further into your company until he ended up lying with his head in your lap, still holding your hand.

You still needed to figure out whether you two were going to officially date right after this, but that can wait. Only this time, you were going to make sure he compensated for the overthinking your situation has caused.

[velvetcharms]

Brother’s Best Friend

Sirius Black x reader

In which Sirius Black finds comfort in the person he least expects.

The same day that Sirius Black realized his parents were Slytherins was the same day that Sirius had sworn off all Slytherins forever. It started off as a childish thing, a one-sided, unspoken attempt to get back at his parents for all of their strict rules and exaggerated lectures about the importance of his pure-blood ancestry.

When he met James Potter on his first train ride to Hogwarts, the resentment towards Slytherins grew into a shared inside joke. Something that the two of them could continuously throw around. Never mind that James Potter was from a pure-blood family as well. The joke was just another feeble attempt to get back at his parents.

And then, he met Severus Snape. And then, he met the insults and snide remarks of his Slytherin classmates. And then, he had finally decided: there was no good that came out of Slytherin.

So it’s no surprise that when his little brother, Regulus, was sorted into Slytherin a year later, Sirius was devastated. Sirius was silent during the entirety of dinner and even remained silent as he arrived in his dorm. The other boys tried not to disturb him, but they had never seen him so quiet before, and it was starting to disturb them.

“Some evening,” Peter said awkwardly, a yawn emerging from him. Remus gave him a strict look before turning his attention back to Sirius, worry evident on his face.

The silence only seemed to grow thicker until finally Sirius sighed and his words rushed out, eager for release.

“I thought he was different. This whole time I thought he wasn’t like them,” Sirius began.

“I mean yeah, Slytherins can be awful, but he’s your brother,” James replied, attempting to soothe his best friend.

“Very insightful, James,” Remus said sarcastically from his side of the dorm. He leaned back against his bed frame. “But I agree. He’s your brother. You know him.”

“I don’t think I do anymore,” he replied solemnly, his eyes sullen yet harsh.

“Don’t be like that, Sirius,” said Remus, “just talk to him.”

Sirius doesn’t talk to him the next day. Or the rest of the year for that matter. He says what he has to during the summer but when school starts, he goes back to ignoring him.

It’s not easy to pretend that Regulus doesn’t exist. He started to play quidditch. He is one of the smartest in his year. And he’s always seen with a Slytherin girl that is in Sirius’ potions class. She’s reserved and intelligent. She seems polite enough. She talks with Lily Evans. She’s even pretty. But she’s also a Slytherin and Sirius believes that’s a good enough reason not to trust her.

She’s always with Regulus. They sit together in the Great Hall. They walk in the corridors together. Sirius spots her one day leaning against Regulus’ shoulder, laughing loudly at something he said. Sirius resents her for it. He hates her for knowing Regulus.

Later that day, Sirius is walking into Potions class when he spots her talking with Lily Evans. He tries to walk past unbothered, but then he hears her mention Regulus’ name.

“Regulus and I have a bet,” she says with a laugh. Sirius tries to ignore how sweet her laugh sounds.

“Is that right?” Lily chuckles and shakes her head.

“He’s the best seeker that’s ever been. Write it down. This Saturday. You’ll see.”

“He really doesn’t think he’ll catch the snitch?” Lily wonders curiously.

The girl responds back with a small pout. “He doubts himself a lot. I hate it. But I’ll win the bet, and he’ll see.”

Sirius rolls his eyes and continues walking. What does she know? Regulus is his brother after all.

Their conversation leaves him with an irritation that follows him the rest of the day and a worry that maybe he doesn’t know his brother anymore. James has tried cheering him up, but Sirius continues his sulking all day. He hardly eats anything when they sit down in the Great Hall. He goes to bed as soon as they make their way to the dorms. No one bothers him.

The next morning, the marauders don’t even have to ask Sirius what’s wrong. He wakes up determined and explains the whole situation to them.

“He doubts himself sometimes. I hate it,” Sirius says, mocking the girl as his story comes to an end. He shakes his head furiously.

“Are you talking about y/n?” asks Remus.

“Y/n? I don’t even know who that is. Did you hear anything that I even said?” Sirius looks as if Remus has just deeply betrayed him.

“The girl you keep complaining about. She’s Lily’s partner in potions,” says Remus as if this is common knowledge.

“A friend of Lily’s is a friend of mine,” says James, a teasing smile on his face.

Sirius thinks that maybe, given a different circumstance, he might have laughed. But James is supposed to always be on his side, so he makes a face of disgust instead. “You too? Peter?”

“She’s quite pretty,” He responds with a shrug of his shoulders.

“She’s a Slytherin,” Sirius mutters, but it’s loud enough for the rest of them to catch it.

“Really?” Remus rolls his eyes, “I thought we were past all of the house prejudice or whatever you’d like to call it.”

“That’s not why I don’t like her,” Sirius lies, quickly defending himself. He pauses as he struggles to come up with another valid reason. He continues on anyway, “she’s very… assuming. How can she possibly know how Regulus feels? I’m his brother. If anyone knows him it’s me.”

The three of the boys share a knowing look.

“Sirius,” Peter speaks up hesitantly “when’s the last time you even spoke to Regulus?”

Sirius isn’t sure why that question hits him as hard as it does, but it hurts. Surely it wasn’t that long ago. They spoke a little during last summer whenever he wasn’t at James’ house…

Sirius decides that he doesn’t owe any of them an explanation. He stands up quickly and mutters a faint, “excuse me.”

Sirius’ urge to run away leads him to the front of Hogwarts’ entrance. He finds it ironic that the first thing he notices as he exits Hogwarts’ front doors is the Slytherin girl, or Y/n as she sits alone near the Great Lake.

Sirius had no time to think about the reckless act he was about to make. He was fueled by the anger of Peter’s question and the fact that he really didn’t know when the last time he had spoken to his brother was. He figured the only obvious option was to blame her. The girl with soft eyes and a determined expression. The girl sitting with her back against the tree, seeming not to notice the ruckus of the other students around her, not even noticing Sirius’ haste steps towards her as she stares into her book.

“Y/n, is it?” he says finally as he comes to an abrupt stop in front of her. In a quick second, her eyebrows furrow and her gaze is on him. Her eyes even widen a little bit.

She takes a few seconds to respond, and in all of those few seconds, Sirius can feel himself growing impatient. Before she can even finish saying yes, Sirius cuts her off.

“It’s a bit cold out here to be reading don’t you think?” his tone is harsh.

“What?” she replies confused, and Sirius almost feels bad. Almost.

“It’s just that it’s cold, and you’re not even wearing a jacket and…” Sirius’ voice begins to falter. His pride doesn’t let him stop. “I’m Regulus’ brother.”

She nods. “I know that,” she says sharply.

Sirius is immediately taken aback.

“Fine. Who are you anyway, his girlfriend or something?” he replies back with the same sharpness in his tone.

She laughs loudly enough to surprise him. He looks at her in confusion, and she shakes her head. “Who are you to ask something like that? You won’t even look at him.”

Sirius tries not to let that hurt him, but it does. “I’m his brother.” He keeps saying this. He’s hoping that after saying it enough times this simple fact will make up for everything else.

“No. I’m not his girlfriend,” she replies.

“You just seem to always be with him,” Sirius presses on, and he knows he shouldn’t, but some pathetic part of him feels like by talking to her, he’s kind of talking to Regulus.

“He’s my best friend.” With those simple words, Sirius has the daunting feeling that he has completely lost his brother. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and Y/n just stares up at him curiously.

“Why are you speaking to me, Sirius?” she asks after moments of silence.

“I don’t know,” he admits because isn’t it just the truth? He doesn’t know.

Y/n continues to stare at him, and it kind of annoys Sirius until she finally says, in a calm voice, “Talk to him before the match tomorrow.”

Sirius doesn’t really understand, but before he can ask, she’s adding on.

“ ‘Good luck’ or ‘you’re going down’ I don’t care what it is. Talk to him.” And with that, she goes back to her book.

Sirius is going to talk to him. The game is about to start, and Regulus is right there. He’s going to talk to him any minute now…

Regulus is already focused on the game. Most people have a hard time understanding Regulus, but to Sirius it comes naturally. He can see the way worry flickers across his face before immediately being pushed away. He feels the urge to reach out, to comfort him. And now he understands why Y/n had asked him to say something; he understands her conversation with Lily.

The whistle blows and Regulus is about to fly when Sirius blurts it out.

“Good luck,” he says to Regulus. Regulus is undoubtedly surprised. His eyebrows raise, and he’s quiet for a few seconds.

Then, he simply nods, “Sure, you too.”

Regulus doesn’t sound bitter. The interaction between them almost feels natural. Sirius smiles lightly. Although, it doesn’t take long for the brief happiness to subside into a feeling of guilt. He spent so much time resenting his brother for something outside of his control. He has a sinking feeling that he was wrong.

He tries to find Y/n in the stands, and when he does he breathes in sharply at the sight. She is smiling so brightly that he finds it difficult to look away. He hates to admit it, but he thinks he might have been wrong about her too.

[fanbasetwo]

omg i loved the ricky crush post… could u do one for gunwook ☺️

GUNWOOK HAVING A SECRET CRUSH ON YOU!! (but he's very obvious lol)

NOTE FROM SENA , another anon requested the same thing so here it is! sadly I couldn't think of a nsfw section so I made all of this sfw MASTERLIST!!

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He might be one of the most popular guys on campus, but he has a knack for blending into the background when it comes to you. He watches from afar, noticing the little things—how you twirl your pen when you’re deep in thought or how your laugh lights up a room.

He’s careful not to make his feelings obvious, but his lingering glances and small smiles when you’re not looking give him away.

Gunwook somehow always seems to “coincidentally” be where you are. Need help with a group project? He volunteers. Struggling with carrying books? He’s there to lend a hand.

Despite his popularity, he downplays himself around you, not wanting to overwhelm or intimidate you with his status.

Though he’s shy about confessing his feelings, Gunwook subtly shows off around you—whether it’s dominating on the basketball court during intramurals or acing a presentation.

He’s not cocky but hopes you’ll notice his strengths and be impressed. When you do compliment him, he turns red and mutters a quick “thanks” while trying to hide a proud grin.

Gunwook uses playful teasing as a way to interact with you. If he sees you struggling with a vending machine, he’ll smirk and say, “Need a hero to save you?” before helping.

Though confident in social situations, his teasing is more lighthearted than bold when it comes to you, afraid of crossing the line.

If anyone messes with you, Gunwook steps in without hesitation. Whether it’s a classmate talking down to you or someone being overly pushy at a party, he’s quick to defend you, saying, “Is there a problem here?” in his calm but firm tone.

He does it so naturally that you almost don’t notice he’s being protective—but trust me, he’s always looking out for you.

You might find small, thoughtful gestures that seem coincidental but are 100% intentional. A cup of your favorite coffee left on your desk or a seat saved for you in a crowded lecture hall—these are all his way of caring for you without saying it outright.

If you ever thank him, he brushes it off with, “Oh, it’s no big deal,” but internally, he’s thrilled you noticed.

When he sees you talking to other guys, he feels a pang of jealousy but doesn’t let it show. Instead, he’ll casually join the conversation, positioning himself closer to you to subtly assert his presence.

If someone flirts with you, his jokes get sharper, and his confidence amps up a little as if to remind you (and the guy) who the real catch is.

Gunwook often debates confessing his feelings late at night, imagining scenarios where he casually says, “You know, I kinda like you.” But every time he gets close, he loses his nerve, worried about ruining what you already have.

Instead, he opts for lingering goodbyes and quiet hints, hoping you’ll pick up on how much he likes you.

No matter how cool or composed he tries to act, your smile always catches him off guard. He can’t help but break into a sheepish grin when you laugh at his jokes or thank him for something.

His friends tease him mercilessly about how obvious his crush is, but he brushes it off—though secretly, they’re right.

One day, his confidence finally outweighs his nerves. Maybe it’s after a study session or walking you back to your dorm. He blurts out, “You know, I like you, right?” in his usual straightforward yet endearing way.

His heart races as he waits for your response, hoping the subtle hints he’s been dropping have paid off.

Dating Gunwook would feel like having a steady, thoughtful presence who’s always had your back, even before you realized he was falling for you.

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[lenaswritingandstuff]

Shame(less) • Mattheo Riddle x f!reader

Requested: No

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x f!reader; Adrian Pucey x f!reader

Summary: y/n feels ashamed for cheating on her boyfriend with Mattheo, but the same couldn't be said fo the dark haired boy.

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: Cheating, slight cursing

A/N: It was supposed to be a drabble but oh well. I really don't like how it turned out, but I might write a Theo version if people ask. Comments and feedback are always deeply appreciated :) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

Tag list: @helendeath @im-jesus

Tag list for this story: @chelawrites @isntthatsweetiguessso @aegon-andaemondtargaryenslut18

Christmas break was over, and it was time to go back to Hogwarts. It meant going back to the same routine, taking your meals in the Great Hall, going to class, doing your homework, having fun with your friends in Hogsmeade and also spreading time with your boyfriend, Adrian. The prospect should have made you happy, and you should have been looking forward to seeing him, but you just couldn’t. Not when he would be here too.

After arriving at the castle, you met Pansy in the Slytherin common room. You two hugged warmly, and talked about your respective holidays. You did your best to focus on what your best friend was saying, nodding at her words, but you could feel your heart beat fast with anxiety, and your eyes kept taking glimpses around in case Adrian or him came in. After a moment, Pansy left to go unpack her bags, and seconds later, you jumped as you felt two hands on your eyes.

“Guess who?”

“Adrian!” 

With a small laugh, he took his hands off your face and put them on your hips instead as you turned to face him. He bent a little to kiss your lips, and you tried to feel something, anything, but you didn’t. Only shame that you felt something - felt so much - when it was another man’s lips that were on yours. 

“Had a good Christmas? Did you like my gift?”

“Yeah!” You said, trying to sound normal. “It was nice to see my parents, and I really liked your gift, Adrien, it was really beautiful. Thank you. How was yours?”

“Good, good,” he said with a nod. “I liked your gift, as well. But, I have to admit I missed you, babe.” He sighed and continued with a softer voice, “I’m sorry for how I behaved before the break, I…I didn’t give you much attention, and I regret all our fights. Can I start making it up to you?” he finished with a hopeful small smile.

“No”, you should have said. He was right in everything he said, and you had seen couples from school break up for less than that. 

“Okay,” you nodded. 

“Thank you.” 

He kissed your cheek, and you forced your lips to form a smile. 

“I, uh, I have to go unpack my back,” you said.

“Oh. Sure. I’ll see you at dinner.”

Remaining silent, you gave him a nod, and his hands left your hips as you detached yourself from him and walked to your dorm, hoping that staying alone for a moment would allow you to pull yourself back together and finally make the right decision. With a heavy breath, you opened the door, expecting to see the room empty, but there was somebody here, sitting on your bed. You shouldn’t have been surprised, and you already knew who it was - he was always there. 

Mattheo Riddle. In the same house and same year as you. For years, he was just a classmate you didn’t interact much with, except for strange, silent stares that started in your fifth year. Nothing changed when you started dating Adrian, but one night after a fight with him, Mattheo found you all alone, in tears, and sat down to listen to you. Things had escalated, and ever since, you felt nothing but shame and fear that anyone would find out. You tried to avoid him after, to convince himself that it was a mistake. However, if you felt shame, it wasn’t the case for Mattheo. After that night,  and kept staring at you in class, during meals, and especially when Adrian was close to you. And as if it wasn’t enough, he kept trying to spend time alone with you, and eventually succeeded, leading in more “accidents”, as you called them, more shame, as well as less and less affection for your boyfriend and more and more for feelings and shameful desire for the dark haired boy in front of you. And it definitely wasn’t helping that he also kept trying to convince you of his feelings for you and to leave Adrian once and for all.

He raised his head when you came in, and you quickly closed the door behind you, quietly locking it. Your heart started beating faster, and you leant on your door, not daring to get closer. 

“Well, hello, love.” 

You felt your cheeks - or maybe your whole body - becoming hot, and gulped. 

“You can’t be here,” you said with a shaky voice. “What if someone saw you coming in?” 

“Nobody has seen us so far,” Mattheo answered with his usual carelessness you both hated and felt drawn to. “Why would they see me now?” 

“Mattheo, you know perfectly what I meant,” you retorted. “Plus, what if Adrian saw you?” 

Mattheo rose from the bed, and slowly started walking towards you. 

“Speaking of your little boyfriend, I saw you guys before you came in.” His brown gaze hardened like it always did when the topic was Adrian. “It nearly took everything in me to not break his fingers for touching you.” 

“Mattheo,” you sighed. “He’s my boyfriend. He has every right to touch me.” 

Staring at you, Mattheo had a smirk that did not reach his dark eyes and tilted his head. His face was now inches away from yours, and you tried as much as you could to not breathe his perfume. 

“And do I have the right to touch you?” he said in a low voice.

Not waiting for an answer, he brought one hand to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb and now looking at you like he had been for a few weeks - with love. 

“Mattheo, please…”

He closed his eyes and brought his nose to your cheek, his thumb still caressing it. “I’ve spent three weeks in hell not seeing, touching, or kissing you,” he whispered. “I fucking need to feel you, love…Even just a kiss…”

One of his hands still on your cheek, the other went under your shirt, and when he started kissing your neck, you knew you were done for. Your body was as hot as ever, and you felt shivers down your spine as well as your body craving Mattheo’s touch. You sighed, and as he brought his mouth to yours, you kissed him back, putting one hand on his back and the other on his neck. He immediately deepened the kiss, and his hands grabbed your legs to put them around his waist. 

“I can’t fucking stand the thought of you being with him,” he mumbled between two kisses. “I can’t stand the thought of not being the only man who gets to touch and kiss you, the only man who can call you his…”

He suddenly stopped kissing you, leaving you breathless.  

“Leave him, y/n. Or I’m gonna go crazy. I could give you…Everything. Everything I have.”

All lust had disappeared from his eyes, leaving only desperation, and love. 

“Fine,” you whispered, feeling incapable of saying no to him. “I’ll leave Adrian tomorrow.” 

Mattheo smiled, and you felt his relief. He gave you a loving kiss before looking at you again, this time with a mix of both love and lust.

“Now that it’s settled and you’re fully mine forever, how about we make up for the time we spent apart?”

You smiled and kissed him, the feeling of shame not disappearing in the slightest. 

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[zesty4zenin]

I’m pretty sure I sent one- but nonetheless! I remember exactly. Can you do a Yandere! Yuji oneshot? It’s much like your teen Gojo one, but instead reader was originally a transfer student from the USA and came to Jujutsu tech to learn more but then had to go back home? If that makes any sense whatsoever, I’ve had this idea for a while now!

“𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.” YANDERE!YUJI ITADORI X GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

SYPNOSIS: Yuji meets the American transfer student and can’t help but come to love them! But what happens when he finds out they have to go back home?

WARNINGS: emotional manipulation, and that’s it!

A/N: it made sense, dw!! Thanks for the request ^^ also I felt like I made Yuji like softish yandere, not too crazy lol

IT WAS another day at Jujutsu Tech for Yuji. Same routine as usual—learn how to control his cursed energy, fool around a little bit, then continue training. Afterward, he’d finish school, hang out with Nobara and Megumi, and go back to his dorm to sleep.

It was a routine he followed every day, yet Yuji didn’t dislike it. In fact, he found it enjoyable, even comforting. There was always something fun about their banter and training sessions.

But sometimes, a small part of him wished for something different. A new face among the first years, someone to add a spark to their already dynamic group. Don’t get him wrong, he liked Nobara and Megumi. They were his friends. He just… wanted to meet someone new.

And that’s exactly what happened.

One day, as Yuji was walking into class, he spotted Nobara and Megumi talking quietly in the corner. Their heads were close together, and they seemed deep in conversation. Curiosity piqued, Yuji strolled over, plopping down between the two of them with a bright grin.

“What’re you guys talking about?” Yuji asked, eyes darting between them.

Nobara huffed, leaning back in her seat. "We’re getting a new student," she said, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "Gojo-sensei wouldn’t shut up about it before he left to go get them."

Yuji’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A new student? Seriously? I didn’t hear anything about that!" His voice was laced with excitement as he leaned forward. "Did Gojo-sensei say anything else? Like, who they are or what they can do?"

Megumi shrugged, his usual stoic expression in place. "No details yet. Just that they’d be joining our class."

Nobara rolled her eyes. "Knowing Gojo, he’s probably making it more dramatic than it needs to be. But still… it’ll be interesting to see what they’re like."

Yuji’s mind buzzed with possibilities. Who could this new student be? Would they be strong? Fun to hang out with? His excitement grew, though he couldn’t shake a strange, underlying feeling that this new arrival would change things.

Yuji barely had time to ask another question before the door slid open, revealing Gojo with his usual carefree smile plastered on his face. But this time, he wasn’t alone. Standing beside him was someone new—someone Yuji had never seen before.

“Alright, everyone!” Gojo announced, his voice carrying through the room. “I’d like to introduce you to your new classmate! They’re from the USA, so play nice.”

Yuji’s eyes immediately locked onto you, and the world seemed to slow down for a moment. You stood there, quietly beside Gojo, your expression a little nervous but determined. There was something about you that Yuji couldn’t quite place—maybe it was the way you carried yourself, or maybe it was just the fact that you were new, different.

“This is [Your Name]. They’ve come a long way, so let’s make them feel welcome!” Gojo said, giving you a gentle nudge forward.

“Hi,” you greeted softly, your voice drawing Yuji’s attention even more. The way you spoke was different, a little unfamiliar, but it intrigued him.

Nobara waved lazily, “Cool, nice to meet you. Don’t mess up on the first day, okay?” she teased.

Megumi gave a small nod, but Yuji was still staring at you, his mind whirling. USA? That was cool! But more than that, something strange was happening—his heart was pounding in his chest, a little faster than normal. A warm, almost uncomfortable feeling spread through him, and for the first time in a long time, Yuji felt… off-balance.

What is this? Yuji thought, blinking as he tried to calm the weird sensation creeping up on him. He’d never felt this way before, not even with all the excitement in his life. He swallowed, his throat dry, as he wondered if this was what people meant by "love at first sight." Could it really be happening to him? Right now?

Gojo clapped his hands, snapping Yuji out of his thoughts. “Alright, take a seat, and we’ll get started. Yuji, maybe you can show them around later?”

Yuji felt his face flush. "Uh, yeah! I’d—uh—I’d love to!" he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. Nobara shot him a strange look, but Yuji couldn’t focus on anything other than you and the rapid thudding of his heart.

As you made your way to sit down, Yuji couldn't stop stealing glances in your direction. There was something about your presence that pulled him in, something magnetic. He couldn’t explain it, but he was determined to get to know you.

Could this really be love?

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

A few days had passed since you arrived at Jujutsu Tech, and Yuji had quickly become your unofficial guide. Wherever you went, he wasn’t far behind, always smiling and eager to help. It was as if he had taken it upon himself to make sure you felt comfortable—and he did so with relentless enthusiasm.

"Hey! Do you wanna check out the training grounds after class?" Yuji asked one afternoon, his voice full of energy as usual. "I could show you some of my moves, and maybe you could show me what you’ve got!"

You smiled politely, nodding. "Sure, sounds good," you said, though your mind drifted to the fact that you hadn’t had a moment alone in days. Not that Yuji was unpleasant, but his constant presence had started to feel a bit… overwhelming.

During those few days, Yuji had been like a shadow, always around, always talking. He showed you everything—where Gojo liked to disappear to, the best spots to train, even introducing you to his favorite movie, Human Earthworm.

That one had been… interesting, to say the least. You’d sat through the whole thing with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along as Yuji excitedly explained each ridiculous plot point. But truth be told, you found the movie more than a little icky. The thought of saying that out loud, however, seemed like it would crush Yuji’s spirits, so you kept it to yourself.

Now, as the days passed, it had become clear that Yuji was spending more time with you than with Nobara and Megumi. The two of them had even made jokes about it.

"Looks like you’ve been replaced," Nobara had teased Megumi earlier that morning, crossing her arms and giving a knowing smirk. "Yuji’s got a new best friend."

Megumi had just shrugged, as stoic as ever. "It’s not like he was ever that quiet around us, but now… it’s a bit much, don’t you think?"

But to Yuji, spending all his time with you just felt right. He wasn’t even fully aware of how much he had gravitated toward you; it just happened. Whether it was showing you around the school, helping you with assignments, or introducing you to his favorite snacks, Yuji had become your constant companion.

One day, while walking through the courtyard, Yuji beamed at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I don’t know if I’ve said it yet, but I’m really glad you came to Jujutsu Tech. It’s been… different, in a good way, y’know?"

You chuckled softly, trying to match his enthusiasm. "Yeah, it’s been nice. I’m starting to feel more comfortable here."

That made Yuji’s grin widen. "Good! ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere! If you ever need anything, I’m here, okay?" His voice had a hint of something deeper, something that almost bordered on possessive, but his tone remained cheerful enough for you to brush it off.

"Thanks, Yuji. I appreciate it." You smiled back, though a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder if his constant hovering would ever let up. Still, his heart was in the right place, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask for space—not when he looked so genuinely happy to be around you.

Yuji’s grin stayed plastered on his face as the two of you continued walking through the courtyard. He shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing over at you every few seconds like he was making sure you were still there. “You know,” he started, his voice more casual now, “I’ve been thinking. Maybe after class, we could catch another movie. I’ve got a list of my favorites—ones I think you’ll really like.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly, remembering the last time. “Another one? I’m still recovering from Human Earthworm.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, okay, maybe that one was a bit much for a first pick. But I swear, the others are better! Way less icky, promise.”

"Sure, I’m game," you agreed, though you mentally prepared yourself for whatever bizarre film he had in store next. Yuji’s excitement was contagious, and despite your reservations, you couldn’t say no to him. His energy was something you’d come to expect, and part of you didn’t mind indulging him.

Yuji’s face lit up. "Great! I’ll pick a good one this time, I swear! It’ll be something you actually like." His gaze softened for a moment as he added, "I want you to have fun, y’know? Since you’ve been spending all your time with me… I don’t want to, like, bore you or anything."

You looked at him, a little surprised by his sudden concern. "You’re not boring, Yuji," you reassured him, offering a warm smile. "I appreciate you showing me around and everything. It’s been… nice having someone like you around."

His eyes seemed to brighten at that, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Really? That’s… that’s great!” He practically beamed at you, looking like a puppy who’d just been given the best compliment of his life. “I was kinda worried, y’know? That maybe I was… uh… hanging around too much. But if you don’t mind, then I guess it’s all good!”

You hesitated for a split second before nodding. "Yeah, it’s fine. You’re just being helpful."

“Exactly!” he said, his voice picking up again with enthusiasm. “I just wanna help! I mean, I know being new here can be tough, so if I can make it easier for you, then I’m all in.”

As he talked, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you a bit longer than usual, like he was soaking up every word you said. There was something more in his gaze, something intense, but it was masked by his usual cheerfulness.

Before you could dwell on it, Yuji clapped his hands together. “Alright, so it’s a movie night then! I’ll grab some snacks, and we’ll meet up after class. You’re gonna love it, trust me!”

"Sounds like a plan," you said, trying to match his excitement, though a small part of you wondered just how long this constant attention would last. But as Yuji bounced beside you, clearly thrilled at the idea of spending more time together, you decided to push the thought aside.

At least for now.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

A few months later, Yuji entered the classroom, a bright grin on his face as usual. He was in a good mood—he always was when he knew he’d get to spend the day with you. These past months had been incredible for him. You two had grown closer, and he’d spent nearly every waking moment with you.

But as he walked in, something stopped him in his tracks. Across the room, you were standing with Nobara, her arms wrapped around you in a tight hug. A little further away, Megumi was shaking your hand, his expression calm but respectful.

Yuji’s brow furrowed. What was going on? His heart gave an uncomfortable lurch, and he felt the familiar knot of jealousy coil in his chest. Why are they so close to you? Nobara's arms around you, Megumi's hand in yours—he didn't like it. But he forced himself to keep a smile on his face as he made his way over.

“Hey!” Yuji called out, his voice slightly too cheerful as he approached the group. “What’s going on here?” He tried to keep his tone light, but the jealousy simmering beneath the surface was hard to hide. He clenched his fists at his sides, making sure to smile as if everything was fine. But inside, a storm was brewing.

You turned to face him, and Yuji’s stomach dropped when he saw the look on your face. There was a hint of sadness in your eyes, something he didn’t quite understand. He could feel his heart racing, a nervous energy starting to fill him as he waited for your answer.

“Yuji, I…” you started, your voice softer than usual. “I’m going back to the USA. I’ve decided that I’ve learned enough here, and it’s time for me to head home.”

Yuji felt like the ground had just been ripped out from beneath him. His heart clenched painfully, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. He tried to keep the smile on his face, but it faltered as your words sunk in.

“You’re… leaving?” he asked, his voice cracking despite his efforts to keep it steady. “But… why? You were doing great here. You don’t have to go…”

You smiled gently, your expression filled with understanding but also finality. “Yeah, but I think it’s time. I’ve learned a lot, and I’ve enjoyed my time here, but… it’s time to go back.”

Yuji felt something inside him break, like a small piece of himself had been shattered. He tried to speak, to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he stood there, staring at you, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of it all.

"But… what about… us?" he finally asked, his voice barely a whisper. His mind flashed through the memories of the time you'd spent together—every laugh, every smile, every moment he’d spent at your side. He couldn’t imagine Jujutsu Tech without you. He didn’t want to. You can't just leave. Not now. Not when I…

You sighed, your expression soft. “I’ll still keep in touch. It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. This isn’t goodbye forever.”

But to Yuji, it felt like it. He could feel his heart sinking, a hollow ache spreading through his chest. He forced a smile, nodding as if he understood. “Yeah… yeah, of course. I mean, I’m happy for you,” he said, though his voice sounded distant to his own ears.

Nobara, still beside you, gave Yuji a sympathetic glance. “Hey, don’t be so down. They’ll visit, right? It’s not like we’re losing them completely.”

But to Yuji, it felt like losing everything.

“I’ll… I’ll catch up with you later,” Yuji mumbled, backing away before anyone could see the cracks forming in his usually bright demeanor. He turned and quickly left the room, the weight of your departure pressing down on him harder with each step.

As he walked down the hall, the reality hit him all at once. You were leaving. And no matter how much time you’d spent together, no matter how close you’d become, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Yuji walked aimlessly through the hallways, his mind a chaotic swirl of emotions. Every step felt heavier than the last, each breath more labored. He couldn’t believe it. You were leaving. The reality of it crushed him with an intensity he hadn’t anticipated. He replayed every moment of your time together, each smile and laugh, trying to convince himself that it had all meant something.

As he stood at a crossroads in his thoughts, one realization cut through the fog of his anguish—he couldn’t imagine his life without you. The time you had spent together wasn’t just a fleeting connection; it had grown into something deeper, something he couldn’t simply let go.

In his mind, you were his. All the moments, all the time you’d spent together, it couldn’t have meant nothing. You have to be his, Yuji thought desperately. You have to stay.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

After school, he walked with purpose, his resolve firm. He knew where you were—your dorm room. He was going to see you, to make sure you knew how much you meant to him, how he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

As he approached your dorm, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. He needed to talk to you, to make you understand how important you were to him, to convince you that leaving wasn’t an option.

The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open, stepping inside. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of your belongings. You were sitting by your desk, going through some papers, seemingly lost in thought.

Yuji took a moment to collect himself, standing in the doorway as he looked at you. The sight of you in your dorm room, surrounded by your things, made his heart ache even more. He took another step forward, his voice trembling but filled with determination.

“Hey,” he started, his tone softer than he intended. “Can we talk?”

You looked up from your desk, surprised to see Yuji standing in your doorway. His face was a mix of determination and vulnerability that immediately caught your attention. You nodded, setting aside the papers and gesturing for him to come in.

“Sure, Yuji. What’s up?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the apprehension you felt.

Yuji stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His eyes were intense, and there was a desperation in his expression that you hadn’t seen before. “I… I just wanted to talk about what you said earlier,” he began, his voice wavering slightly. “About you leaving.”

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt as you met his gaze. “Yuji, I’ve made up my mind. It’s time for me to go back home. I’ve learned a lot here, and I think it’s best for me.”

Yuji shook his head, his eyes pleading. “No, you don’t understand. You can’t just leave. Not like this.”

“Why not?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation grounded. “It’s my decision, Yuji. It’s what I think is best for me.”

“But… what about us?” Yuji said, stepping closer. “All the time we’ve spent together—doesn’t that mean anything to you? Doesn’t it matter that we’ve grown so close?”

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his words. “Of course it matters. But sometimes, we have to make tough choices. This is mine.”

Yuji’s eyes filled with tears, and he took another step closer, his voice trembling. “I can’t… I can’t imagine my life without you. You mean so much to me. Every day with you has been… incredible. I don’t want to lose that.”

You looked away, feeling your resolve beginning to waver. “Yuji, I… I don’t know what to say.”

Yuji reached out and gently took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “Please, don’t go. I need you here. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

His confession hit you like a tidal wave, and you tried to process the intensity of his words. Yuji’s grip tightened on your hand, and he pulled you closer. His eyes searched yours, filled with an earnest, almost desperate longing.

“Yuji,” you whispered, feeling the heat of his emotions. “This isn’t fair…”

“I know,” Yuji said, his voice breaking. “But I can’t help how I feel. I need you. I need you to stay.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with a gentle, almost pleading touch. The kiss was soft, but there was an undeniable intensity in it—a mixture of his desperation and his deep affection. Your mind raced as you felt the warmth of his lips, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear.

When he pulled back, his eyes were still locked on yours, filled with a hope that made your heart ache. “Please,” he repeated softly. “Stay with me.”

You felt your defenses crumble under the weight of his emotions. The kiss had stirred something inside you, a mix of affection and confusion. You were torn between your decision and the impact Yuji’s words—and actions—had on you.

With a heavy sigh, you nodded slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay, Yuji. I’ll stay.”

Yuji’s face lit up with a mixture of relief and joy, his tears giving way to a bright, hopeful smile. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as if afraid you might slip away. The intensity of his embrace and the depth of his emotions were overwhelming, and you found yourself caught up in the storm of his love and need.

As he held you, Yuji felt a fragile sense of victory, his heart still racing from the raw vulnerability he had shown. He had managed to sway you, to keep you by his side, even if it meant pushing the boundaries of what was fair.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you. “Okay, I’ll tell Gojo-sensei that I’m staying,” you said softly, trying to offer a sense of finality to your decision.

Yuji’s face lit up with unrestrained happiness. He practically glowed with relief, his eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and triumph. “Really? That’s… that’s amazing!” he exclaimed, his voice full of gratitude and relief. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in, his face pressing against your neck in a gesture of affection and possessiveness.

You felt the warmth of his body against yours, his embrace both comforting and confining. It was clear how much this meant to him, how desperate he had been to keep you here. You reached for your phone, trying to maintain your composure as you dialed Gojo’s number.

As you waited for Gojo to pick up, Yuji’s nuzzling became more insistent. His breath tickled your neck, and his grip tightened, almost as if he were afraid you might slip away at any moment. The closeness of his body made it hard to focus on anything but him.

Gojo’s voice came through the phone, interrupting the moment. “Hey, [Your Name], what���s up?”

“Gojo-sensei,” you began, your voice wavering slightly as you tried to sound composed. “I’ve decided to stay here. I want to continue my training at Jujutsu Tech.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Gojo responded with a note of surprise. “Oh? That’s… unexpected. Are you sure? I thought you were set on leaving.”

“Yes,” you said, more firmly now. “I’ve thought it over and decided it’s best for me to stay.”

“Alright,” Gojo said, his tone accepting though still a bit puzzled. “If that’s what you want, then I’m glad to hear it. I’ll let everyone know.”

You ended the call and set your phone down, feeling Yuji’s embrace tightening even more. He seemed to be in a state of bliss, his head resting against your shoulder as he let out a contented sigh.

“You have no idea how happy I am,” Yuji murmured, his voice muffled by your neck. “I was so scared you’d leave. I couldn’t… I couldn’t bear it.”

As you stood there, feeling Yuji’s warmth enveloping you, a shiver ran down your spine. A small part of you was uneasy, a nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. But the intense emotion Yuji was showing you, combined with the sudden shift in your plans, made it hard to focus on anything but the present moment.

What you didn’t realize, however, was that Yuji had taken steps to ensure that you couldn’t leave if you wanted to. While you were making your decision, he had discreetly taken your passport and any other important documents you might need to travel. His love for you had driven him to secure you in ways that you hadn’t yet discovered.

For Yuji, this wasn’t just about convincing you to stay. In his mind, you were his, and he had done what he felt was necessary to make sure you would never leave. His embrace, his contentment, and his possessiveness were all part of a plan to keep you close, ensuring that no matter what, you would remain by his side forever.

[flowery-mess]

uh oh

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / alcohol / protected sex / friends with benefits / let me know if anything else should be taged!

Words: 3,7k

frat boy Noah masterlist

Author's note: I fell in love with frat boy Noah while writing this, so feel free to elaborate or send thots, I'll maybe make this a 'thing', maybe series? What do you think?

Inspired by this song:

feel your eyes watchin' me, so I'm movin' on him just so you can see, told you I was gonna get you right back, oh, you don't really like that? ✨

You and Noah met at sociology class you both had to attend in junior year at college. Your majors not similar at all, his being economics and finance and your neuropsychology. You never had the same classes until now, so he was just another one of pretty school boys for you. You never paid much attention to him as you were actually interested in topics your professor talked about in classes, but you couldn’t say the same about Noah. You caught his eye the first week of when he entered the big study room and you were the first one there, working on your neurology project with headphones on. When you noticed movement around you and lifted your head, Noah only gave you a small nod and sat few rows behind you. That was your first encounter.

Your second encounter was when you were at the opening party at a frat house. You liked going out, having fun time and drinks with your friends. You usually let them pick the place or party you’re going to be attending, so you didn’t have a clue where you’d end up that night. You had pre drinks at your shared dorm with your two best friends, picking outfits and doing each other’s makeup. You ended up wearing black leather skirt that ended just above your knees, basic black top and matching leather jacket over your shoulders. That was bold outfit for you, so you decided for some natural makeup look with red lips. You felt good that night, the alcohol in your system helping your confidence.

When you entered the frat house the party was already on, music on full volume and people all over the place. You found some of your classmates and had shots with them, then settled on the big red couch in the living room to play some stupid game that involved alcohol.

After while your friends were too occupied either with kissing boys or chugging vodka down their throats, so you went to find kitchen to have some water for a change.

“Wouldn’t think of you as a party girl.” you heard deep male voice behind you, but didn’t know if he was talking to you. When you looked around and saw only few younger boys chatting in the corner about god knows what, you turned around to see the pretty tatted boy looking at you.

“Why not?” you asked.

“You look like someone who spends their Friday night studying at home. You always have book in front of you at school.” Noah answered your question with a teasing smile.

“Well, that’s so I can have fun on a Friday night instead of reading books.” you crossed your arms over your chest, not knowing where this small talk will get you.

“Smart and funny, I like that.” he said, taking small steps towards you.

“So, you’re part of the fraternity then?”

“Why would you think that?”

“You look like someone who spends their Friday night partying and having one night stands.” you shot back.

“You’re almost right. I am in this fraternity, I like partying on Friday nights,” he slowly walked in your direction, making you walk backwards until your back hit the counter and he caged you in with his arms on your sides, “but I don’t do one night stands.”

You felt his breath on your cheek, as he leaned closer to your face.

“Oh, sorry for making assumptions then.” you said just a bit louder than whisper.

You didn’t do one night stands either, but you blamed alcohol that night for ending with Noah between your legs, his tongue deep inside your pussy and your fingers in his dark hair. You had sex with him in a room you later found out wasn’t even his, he lived in an apartment 10 minutes away from the campus. The sex was great and you actually enjoyed talking with him after he got you finish for the second time that night.

Since then you said “Hi” to each other at every sociology class and at every party you both were. Leaving those parties together also became regular thing that grew into friends with benefits type of thing. You agreed on casual sex, without dates and feelings. You sometimes ordered food or watched movie, but never in a romantic way. And you liked it that way.

Until Noah started flirting with other girls at parties. You weren’t jealous, because it was always you who was screaming his name later, but you didn’t like the uneasy feeling in your tummy everytime you saw a girl touch his bicep or him to lean down to the girls ear so she could hear what he was saying.

You liked what you two had and didn’t want to lose it. So you talked to him about it one night, which lead to an argument instead of sex and orgasms. He told you that it’s just harmless flirting and if you’re jealous that means you caught feelings for him and that he doesn’t want that. You tried to tell him it’s not like that, that you just don’t want to continue this thing between you if he wants to have sex with other girls and that you would understand if he would want to end it, but he didn’t listen. You didn’t talk to each other for three weeks and he made sure you saw every single one of his flirt attempts at parties.

So you decided to do the same tonight. You went for short black dress with deep V neck that made your boobs look amazing. The dress probably made the trick as you found yourself talking with a guy from the same fraternity Noah was part of. You were leaning against the wall in their living room as he hovered over you. You didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying, you were watching Noah with red haired girl at the couch. When your eyes met you saw something in Noah’s eyes that you haven’t seen there before. Jealousy? Anger? His eyes were dark and he was staring at you.

The boy who’s name you forgot like ten seconds after he told you, started touching your hips and leaning towards you too much for you liking, so you excused yourself and went for the bathroom.

“What the hell was that?” you heard Noah’s voice when you opened the bathroom door and he was leaning against the wall opposite you.

“Excuse me?” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“What kind of show was that supposed to be?” he was angry, you could hear it in his voice.

“A show? You mean the same show you’ve been doing the past three weeks? It’s not so nice from the other side, is it?”

He didn’t want to hear another word, so he pushed you back into the tiny bathroom.

I’m yours again when you walk away, you know if you leave, I ain't gonna stay, when I'm doin' good, you get me off track, and I guess I kinda like that. ✨

“Come to my place with me?” Noah said between kisses and lifted you so you sat next to the sink.

He was jealous, but wouldn’t admit it. But you felt it in the way he was kissing you, his tongue fighting for dominance and his hands in your hair, pulling at them every once in a while.

“Say you’re sorry Noah.” you said breathlessly, leaning back from him until your back touched the cold mirror behind you.

“Sorry for what?” he had your lipstick all over his lips and chin, he looked hot like that, marked.

“Noah.” you knew he knew what you were asking from him, but he was too proud to say it.

“Come to my place with me and let me show you how sorry I am?” he asked you, already kneeling in front of you. He knew what your weakness is, so how could you say no to him when he was already pulling your panties to the side.

you make me really, really good at makin' bad decisions, all my friends know where to look every time I go missin', seven texts and two missed calls, know I can't ignore 'em all, said that I'm gonna be sleepin' at mine, i lied. ✨

You knew you should have said no, but you missed him. You missed his touch, his hands all over your body, his mouth on your skin and how good he could make you feel.

After your argument three weeks ago, your friends told you that you should stop seeing him, that what he started doing wasn’t acceptable and that you should know your worth, but he was just so addictive. So when your friends saw you two leave, you felt ashamed and tried to avoid their stare. You knew that you’ll find missed calls and unread messages on your phone in the morning, but you didn’t care at that moment. You just wanted, no, needed to feel Noah’s skin on yours again. You craved him, the satisfaction he was able to give you.

uh oh, I couldn't help myself, i'm almost at your house again, again, uh oh, I'm one foot in the door, my clothes are on your floor again, again. i get a little drunk and it's all I want, tomorrow I'll be sick, but tonight I'm numb, uh oh, now we can just pretend, we won't do it again, again, again. ✨

The drive to Noah’s place was short, the taxi driver’s music loud enough for him not to hear all the dirty things Noah whispered in your ear.

“I hated Trevor’s hands on your body, only I can touch you.”

“I miss your mouth on my dick, you’re so good.”

“I’m gonna make you scream my name baby.”

He was selfish. He hated another man’s hands on you, yet he could touched dozen of other women. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to be strong enough to not get in the taxi with him and go back to Trevor who actually looked interested in you and maybe would take you out on a proper date.

Instead you left with Noah, knowing how it’s gonna go. You’re gonna have a great sex, fall asleep in his arms, sneak out in the morning and then feel like shit. You’re gonna listen to your friends about how you’re just hurting yourself and wasting time with him, them making you promise it was the last time, only to break that promise at the next party.

roll your eyes like you do, shoulda known it's always the same with you, tryin' not to feel our connection, but, oh my god, it's kinda temptin' ✨

In the elevator you walked Noah back until his body hit the wall and went for his neck. Leaving lipstick all over his skin, licking and biting his sensitive spots. His eyes rolled to the back of his head before he closed them fully and left his mouth hanging open. Silent moans leaving his pink lips, until the elevator stopped at his floor.

you said, "Can we leave now?", i don't think we should, through the back door, that won't end good, how 'bout my place? shit, you know I would, then I'll follow you out, hope nobody looks. ✨

“Do you want a drink?” Noah asked you, really hoping your answer would be no so he could take you straight to his bed.

“Yes, wine is fine.” you said as you started taking off your coat, taking in the sight of familiar apartment you haven’t seen in weeks.

Noah took out two glasses and filled them with white wine, then handed one to you. You sipped on your drinks in quiet, you sitting at Noah’s kitchen counter and him standing next to the oven.

“Did you have sex with anyone in the last few weeks?” you managed to build the courage to ask him the question that was in the back of your mind for weeks.

“What?” he looked genuinely confused.

“You heard me.”

“No, the last time I had sex was with you.”

“Then why did you start flirting with all those girls in front of me, Noah?”

“It’s just for fun, you were the one I took home in the end.”

“It wasn’t fun for me.”

“That’s why you did the same with Trevor tonight?”

“And you didn’t like it, or did you?”

“No.”

“We said no to sleeping with other people, I just felt like you wanted to and you flirting with all those girls made me feel uncomfortable. That’s all.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again if we go back to our thing.” his apology seemed genuine, so you nodded your head.

“Okay, but you can tell me if you want to stop and date someone, I’ll be fine with that.” you finished your wine at the same time Noah did. He took the glass from your hand and put them both in the sink. When he returned, he came much closer to you and put his hands on your thighs.

“I don’t want to date anyone, I told you that.” he rubbed his nose along your jaw, then he gently kissed your neck and you tilted your head back to give him more access.

He made sure to suck on your sensitive spots, he desperately needed to hear your moans.

you make me really, really good at makin' bad decisions, all my friends know where to look every time I go missin', seven texts and two missed calls, know I can't ignore 'em all, said that I'm gonna be sleepin' at mine, i lied. ✨

“Lay down.” he helped you lay down on the cold counter and then continued kissing you more. He went for your chest, kissing the top of your breaths that were close to spilling over the edge of your lacy bra.

He palmed your nipples through the fabric of your dress, smirking at the sound that came from your mouth.

Noah rolled your dress up to your waist and kissed your tummy until he reached the lacy panties you wore, matching your bra.

“Poor Trevor, bet he would love to see those too.” Noah teased you.

“Shut up Noah.” you lifted your hips to give him sign he should talk less and touch you more.

He took the hint and gladly slid the panties down your legs.

“Fuck I missed you.” he sighed at the view in front of him. You were laying down with legs spread open just for him. Your cheeks were pink and your chest was going up and down from the excitement.

Noah kneeled down so he’d face your core and put your legs over his shoulders so he could spread you open as much as he needed to.

He took his time, licking you from you entrance to your clit, tasting you like a starved man. His tongue explored you like it was for the first time, slowly and gently moving up and down.

“Oh Noah.” you let out a breathy moan only he could hear. He felt himself grow tighter in his pants, but he wanted to give you an apology before he’d fuck you senselessly.

He sucked on your clit, teasing your pussy with his long fingers. He spread you open with them and went to slowly fuck you with his tongue. His other hand made its way to your clit, collecting your wetness so he could gently rub small circles where you wanted it the most.

“Noah, I’m-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence when you felt the start of your orgasm in your lower tummy. Noah had to put more pressure on your hips to hold you down, but continued with his moves until he felt your legs shake and your breath stop for a second. You squeezed his head with your thighs and let out the sexiest sounds out of your mouth.

After he was sure he licked you clean, he took you in his arms and started walking in the direction of his bedroom.

He laid you down in his bed and connected your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips, that alone made you want him more.

You helped him out of his clothes until he was only in his underwear and you pushed him down so he was laying under you. You straddled his lap, enjoying the view for a moment. He was looking at you with eyes full of lust, his hair messily laying around his head. He was waiting for you next move, letting you take control for now.

You took your dress and bra off at the same time and Noah immediately went to touch your boobs. He squeezed them and started playing with your nipples. Your head fell back and your hips moved involuntary.

The wetness from your core already making wet spot on Noah’s underwear, but both of you couldn’t care less.

You shifted your weight to one of your legs and shimmied Noah’s underwear down his legs. His dick fell back against his stomach, hard and swollen, waiting for you to take him.

You wrapped your fingers around his length and he gripped your hips as an reaction. You stroked him few times, collecting the pre cum and enjoyed the state Noah was in. He had his eyes closed in a bliss, gripping your hips like his life depended on it.

“Fuck me, please.” he groaned, knowing he wouldn’t last long if you’d keep stroking him.

You reached into his drawer and took a condom out. You took your time putting it on, teasing Noah along the way.

You took Noah’s dick in your hand and collected your wetness with it, then gently slid down his whole length.

You both made unnatural sounds and you sat still for a moment, enjoying the fullness and stretch he was giving you.

When you started moving your hips, Noah reached for your right hand and intertwined your fingers, giving you his hand for balance. Your eyes were closed and mouth open, as you were riding his dick in slow motions.

“That’s it, god yes!” Noah encouraged you to keep going with his words, squeezing your fingers when it felt particularly good. “Touch yourself baby.” he told you, and you did as you were told.

You didn’t pay much attention to the word baby, as it was something he went for regularly. Instead you paid attention to your fingers touching your clit, feeling another orgasm closer and closer.

Noah felt you squeeze him and he knew you were close, he wanted you to have one more orgasm before he finished, so he encouraged you with his words. “Come on, cum on my dick. That’s it, you can let go.” as if it was the last thing you needed for actually letting go, the orgasm took over you and you fell to Noah’s chest.

He hold you, whispering gentle things in your ear as you tried to even your breath.

When he knew you were okay to continue, he started kissing your neck and gently lifted you from him and you felt him slide out of you, suddenly feeling empty. He switched your positions, you were now laying under him, ready for more.

“You good?” he asked you, wanting some kind of permission to continue.

“Mhm.” was all you could get out before attacking his lips with yours, pulling him down by his neck.

He lined himself at your entrance and slowly slid in. His head fell in the crook of your neck and you enjoyed feeling him inside you again.

His movements were slow at first, his hand slid around you throat and he put a bit of pressure on it, just like you liked it.

“You feel so good around my dick, fuck!” Noah managed to say between taking deep breaths. You felt so good and so loved at the moment. You knew there were no feelings, but the way Noah knew your body and where to touch you or what to say, that made you feel loved.

He went to kiss you, but instead you both left your mouth open and moaned into each other’s open lips as both of your orgasm started to build inside your bodies.

Noah’s rhythm became irregular and you felt his hand on your clit.

“Noah, fuck!” you breathed out when you felt the orgasm build inside you for the third time, more intensive than before.

You felt the Noah’s dick twitch inside you and you knew he was cuming, he grunted next to your ear in bliss.

Hearing him reach his high with his hand still on your clit pushed you over the edge and you came seconds after him.

He collapsed on top of you, staying inside you until his dick softened.

He moved you both so he was laying on his back and were laying on his chest, both of you still catching your breaths before you went to clean yourselves.

uh oh, I couldn't help myself, i'm almost at your house again, again, uh oh, I'm one foot in the door, my clothes are on your floor again, again. i get a little drunk and it's all I want, tomorrow I'll be sick, but tonight I'm numb, uh oh, now we can just pretend, we won't do it again, again, again. ✨

After you took shower and changed into Noah’s t-shirt, you laid in his bed waiting for him to finish washing up.

You had toothbrush, make up remover and underwear at his place. He didn’t mind, he also didn’t mind you staying the night and then leaving his place before he woke up.

You enjoyed falling asleep next to him, sometimes you would talk until 2AM about anything, sometimes you would watch movie and sometimes you would fall asleep straight away.

You watched him dry off his body with white towel through his mirror, wondering if you would go back to hooking up every weekend after tonight or if something is going to change. You knew your friends will try to talk some sense into you tomorrow, but for now you just wanted to pretend like there is no tomorrow.

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This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person. Please do not steal or repost this work on other platforms without permission.

[lionhanie]

han taesan ; end up here

maybe a tad angsty (taesan is an overthinker), fluff at end!, campus crush (he's literally in love with you), college au, reader is a baddie mhm yep yep

word count: 2.2k wtf

warnings: cursing, implied insecurity (taesan), alcohol usage, alcohol + weed mention, party setting, i'm literally so cliche but idgaf

this work is part of my boynextdoor as old 5sos songs series! ↳ if you want to listen to the song, here u go!

a/n: everyone rejoice... other members are mentioned >:D ok i lied. i tried to fit everyone in but it's mainly riwoo & leehan. and it felt wrong to find a way to include woonhak in a college party where there are Drugs and Alcohol buttttt hope u enjoy mwuwhuwhuh

likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!

taesan really didn’t want to go to this party, but riwoo and leehan had insisted it would be more fun than staying in his dorm room writing song lyrics the third weekend in a row. not that he doesn’t want to party, but he’d rather spend his time doing something he’s /actually/ interested in-- and right now, it doesn’t include making awkward small talk with strangers he will probably never see again in a sweaty led-lit room with mediocre music in the background. 

“taesan… come on! i understand that you love making music, but don’t you think it’s time to come out with us? just this once?” riwoo pleads with him, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. reluctantly, taesan spins around in his chair, turning to face his friend properly. 

“ah, i knew i shouldn’t have turned around. it’s so much easier to say no to you when i’m not looking at your face. put those puppy eyes away, i’ll go change.” he gives in a bit easier than he initially intended to, unable to hide his smile at the way riwoo does a dance of celebration at his successful convincing. 

leehan, currently leaning on the doorframe, chuckles at the sight. “i don’t think it’d be bad for you to go out with us from time to time,” he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before continuing his thought, “maybe you’ll find some more song inspiration while we're out.”

taesan rolls his eyes and ushers the two out of his room, quickly changing into one of his favorite shirts and fixing his hair in the mirror. after grabbing a couple of accessories and checking himself out in the mirror one last time, the trio make their way to the house in question. it’s only a party, it shouldn't be too bad... 

“wow, the weather’s perfect tonight.” leehan admires, hands in his pockets as they walk through campus, warmly lit by the streetlights scattered around. the crisp night air only seems to give taesan cold feet, as he feels the sudden urge to turn around and walk back to the laptop waiting for him in his dorm (despite being only a couple seconds away from their destination). almost expecting this to happen, riwoo stops in his tracks, causing taesan to bump into him.

riwoo crosses his arms, ready to give the best pep talk of his life. “i swear i can hear your thoughts. dude, don’t overthink this! it’s just another one of jaehyun’s parties, nothing crazy. we’re gonna have fun tonight!" riwoo frowns at taesan's doubtful expression. "leehan, help me out here.”

“i’m sure you’ll recognize at least half the people there. plus, you look cool.” leehan pats him on the back as a means of reassurance before putting his arm around taesan, practically dragging him through the door. 

upon entering, taesan is immediately reminded of the last time his two friends convinced him to go out with them-- it reeked of cheap weed, the music absolutely sucked, and to top it all off, someone spilled their mystery drink (?) all over his shirt. never again, he told himself that night.

but here he was, red solo cup in hand as he followed his two friends around while they greeted various people around the room. taesan actually could not recognize anyone else except his classmates, sungho and jaehyun, who were sitting on the couch against the wall. the concoction in his cup was barely touched, disgustingly sweet because of the various juices in it, and alcohol too strong to enjoy it in the slightest. maybe he should’ve stayed home.

“you walked in, everyone was asking for your name / you just smiled and told them trouble” 

“no way…is that y/n? y’know, i was convinced you’d never show up to one of my parties, but here you are!” jaehyun nearly jumps up from his place on the couch, hugging you at the entrance before shoving a cup full of who-knows-what into your hand. no way, indeed.

never did taesan think he would end up seeing his campus crush as close as he is now. this is crazy. he finds himself straightening his posture suddenly, even going as far as taking a big gulp of the drink in his hand, despite its unappealing taste. he'd noticed you early into the semester, finding you sitting with your friends out in one of the common areas outside his classes. he didn’t think much of it-- that is, until he kept seeing you. like, everywhere. he'd never admit it to himself, but he soon found himself looking forward to seeing you around. eventually, it got to the point where he started dressing a little nicer on the days he knew you’d be there, in hopes that you might notice him too. 

“i think some of your friends are here already, y/n. oh, a few of my friends from class came too, you'll love them!” jaehyun encourages you to introduce yourself on the spot. while slightly flustered, you look around the room with a smile as you wave to the various people.

“shit, how many friends do you have?” you joke, taking a sip from your cup before properly introducing yourself to a room full of, well, strangers. “nice to meet you everyone, i’m y/n!” you do a little twirl, which earns a couple whistles from around the room. taesan swore he felt the room brighten up with your arrival. your presence felt like a breath of fresh air in a stuffy room full of people. he moves to take another gulp of his drink as the two of you lock eyes briefly, making him cough before he could properly swallow. 

“y/n…who’s that? you know them?” leehan questions from next to him, pointing his cup in the direction of the front door. taesan only hums and shakes his head ‘no’ in response, his eyes glued to you as you dance along with the friends you’d just greeted. 

“my head spins / i’m pressed against the wall just watching your every move / you’re way too cool / now you’re coming this way” 

despite his sudden reluctance to drink when he first got there, taesan found himself with a freshly replenished cup planted in his hand as he leaned against the wall. the alcohol was starting to get to him; he could definitely feel the buzz with the way the room felt like it got a couple degrees hotter. or maybe it was just you being there that was making him warmer than he was ten minutes ago. he was vaguely listening to the conversation his classmates were having next to him, but his eyes always found their way back to you. he’s seeing you in a completely different light. normally, he’d be one to briefly admire from afar as he walked out of his lecture hall; now, you’re here. 

and all of a sudden it’s a little too real, because what do you mean he gets to see you laugh and dance around with your friends…? you’re just supposed to be the campus crush he never gets the chance to make a move on. wait. this is his chance to make a move, isn’t it? oh god, what if he doesn’t get another opportunity like this to talk to you without looking like some weird dude who’s been looking at you across campus-

“how did we end up talking in the first place? / you said you liked my cobain shirt”

“cool shirt. kurt cobain, yeah?” oh shit. and now you’re in front of him. riwoo elbows taesan, which was his way of telling him ‘good luck.’ the action snaps him out of his thoughts, eyes widening ever so slightly before he clears his throat.

“yeah, it is. you know nirvana then?” he scratches the back of his head, noticing his friends moving their conversation away from the two of you out of his peripheral vision. he mentally curses them out, because now this conversation feels like he needs to make sure he doesn’t make a fool out of himself, and now there’s no one there to butt in and save him. 

“obviously! you can’t say you know kurt cobain if you don’t know who nirvana is.” you beam at him as you finish the drink you were holding in your hand. his campus crush listens to one of his favorite artists, surely this isn’t real.

“taesan,” he blurts out, “i’m taesan, by the way. and you are..?” he waits for your response, as if your name wasn’t the only thing floating in his mind the second jaehyun welcomed you inside. (this is his attempt of being nonchalant btw)

“i’m y/n!” you look down at your empty cup briefly before looking around the room aimlessly. “do you want to get out of here?”

“what? you want to… leave?” with him? like this? now he’s almost sure this is some sort of prank or something. he’s taken aback at the bold request, clearly confused at what the hell is going on.

“it’s hot in here. and loud. you don’t want to step outside for a minute?” you placed your cup down on a random table, already making your way towards the door. you look at taesan, extending out your hand for him to grab so you can drag him through the crowd. 

oh, you just want to get some fresh air. okay. that makes a lot more sense. he’s glad the lighting is so bad in there, as he’s almost certain his ears are red as he looks at your waiting hand. he mimics your actions, putting his cup down on the counter before finally placing his hand in yours and letting you lead the way. 

“now we’re walking back to your place / you’re telling me how you love that song about living on a prayer” 

the two of you sit side by side on the curb outside the house, slowly getting more used to each other as you go on about random topics-- first, it was music... then clothes... eventually turning into a never-ending stream of conversation topics neither of you wanted to put an end to. he’s in awe of the situation he’s currently in: you look so beautiful under the streetlights, and you keep laughing at his jokes, and maybe the weather really is perfect tonight, just as leehan said earlier.

...taesan doesn’t exactly know how he finds himself sitting on your living room floor, but he vaguely remembers you complaining about how your outfit was too uncomfortable and you desperately needed to change. he instinctively offers to walk you back to your apartment to get some comfier clothes on; you even offer him one of your bigger hoodies for him to change into. it was still a little small for his liking, but he accepts your kind gesture happily.

much to his satisfaction, the conversation never dies. hours pass as you two continue talking about anything and everything. the things you miss from your hometowns, embarrassing childhood stories, outrageous things you've witnessed at past parties you've been to-- and it all flows so naturally. taesan swears he is in love, because even though he was lucky enough to find a great group of friends at uni, he’d never clicked with someone like this so fast, let alone the person he's been crushing on for weeks now. 

“my friends say i should lock you down / before you figure me out and you run away / but you don’t and you won’t / as you kiss me and you tell me that you’re here to stay” 

taesan is disappointed when he wakes up. damn it, he knew it was a dream. he blinks a couple times before reaching for his phone on his nightstand, only to be met with… carpet? and you, his campus crush, the person he spent the entire night talking to until you both eventually fell asleep on the apartment floor next to each other, laying on the carpet two feet away from him. sitting up almost immediately, he covers his mouth in disbelief as he takes in the situation, desperately looking for where his phone is without making too much noise.

→ 6 missed texts from The Boyz groupchat! riwoo: taesanieeee did u go back to the dorm without telling us :(  leehan: Wasn’t he talking to y/n? leehan: Check outside sungho: yeah, he’s still out there talking to them sungho: leave him be lmao jaehyun: actually? this isn’t really y/n’s type of crowd jaehyun: i’m surprised they haven’t gone home yet LOL keep up the good work taesan ;)

he puts his phone down on the floor, letting out a sigh as he places his head in his hands. oh god, and they’re already on him about this. he can’t help but let the last message jaehyun sent get to his head. not your crowd, huh? yeah, makes sense. after all, you shone so bright last night, it’s only reasonable for them to think that you probably wouldn’t get along with a guy who practically hugged the wall the whole time.

“he’s just trying to psych you out, you know.” you ran your hands through your hair as you stretch, taesan’s phone in hand. he shoots up immediately, in shock at the realization that you were awake and that you read the texts on his phone. “sorry for taking a peek at your groupchat, was just curious about what had you sulking so early in the morning.” you pass it back to him, his cheeks visibly flushed in embarrassment; the sunlight shining through the blinds only illuminating his current flustered state further. 

“i wasn’t planning on coming to the party last night, by the way. i only showed up because he told me you’d be there. you think i haven’t noticed you around campus too?” you smile at him from your place on the floor, moving over to give him a peck on the cheek. he thinks it’s insane how charming you can get, even if you just woke up. “stop worrying so much-- i’m here to stay, taesan. only if you treat me to breakfast though.” 

taesan doesn’t exactly know how he ended up here, but he was almost certain he'd found his new muse.

© lionhanie 2024 ; all rights reserved!

[dokries]

love at first bite

pairing: kim mingyu x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, college au, strangers/classmates to lovers

word count: 1.4k (including bonus)

warnings: mentions of food, just very embarrassing for reader.

author note: this is a repost, so if you’ve seen it before, you probably have. i hope you enjoy :D

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you should’ve taken up your classmate’s offer. 

you were packing up after your shared history class earlier when chan had suggested that you get lunch with him before eventually going your separate ways to study. 

he had sat two seats away from you when the semester had started, and when he asked you for notes after a particularly confusing class, it took only two more until he had shifted to sit next to you, becoming your Thinkers and Thugs: Ancient Greeks and Romans buddy (yes, that was the actual name of the class; it turned out that you both had thought it would be a fun class when selecting it, but in reality it was just discussing what old man in history was worse).

you felt a little guilty rejecting him when his face fell, but you had a date with yourself already planned: you would stop by the cafe to get your favourite drink—and a cake slice on-the-house, thanks to your best friend’s new job there (thank you joshua!)—before heading to the library to study your butt off for your approaching midterms.

however, your seemingly perfect plans were interrupted by a sign on the door of the pledis university cafe, saying that it was closed temporarily due to construction—joshua had complained about how the sink had been broken by one of his coworkers the other day, so it made sense. it was alright though; your plans could still be salvaged, and you grabbed a can of coffee from the vending machine in the lobby of the library instead. after finishing half of the beverage in one go (what? talking about roman thugs takes a lot out of a person), you had made your way to your favourite spot, at the very end of the row of cozy study tables. 

your productivity lasts for a solid 2 hours, planning out what to go over before your exams and when—you are not going to be unprepared for them like last semester, when midterms had been more hellish than usual, as you hadn’t planned anything out. taking a quick look at the clock on your laptop tells you that it’s 4:30 pm already, the time you had decided earlier to head home…but you were so close to finishing a section for your history class that you decide to keep on typing. 

around 15 minutes later, you hear your stomach growl quietly. you had been so caught up in studying that you had completely forgotten to eat something—your body was surviving only on the tasteless can of coffee from earlier, and the small breakfast you had eaten this morning. 

remembering that you had a bottle of water from the long walk joshua had forced you on by the beach yesterday—“it’ll be fun!” he had said. spoiler alert: it was not, as your favourite jacket had gotten dirty with all the sand, and how you both had become sweaty messes by the end with hair all over the place, thanks to the ocean breeze.

you take it out and chug the remaining water down, praying that it’ll stop your stomach from being noisy in the still library; you’re almost done with the last section you needed to cover for another class, and then you could be free to grab some food before heading back to the pledis uni dorms. 

somehow, the powers above decide that the lack of cake slices provided by joshua wasn’t enough suffering, and your stomach growls loudly. your hands quickly make their way to press down on your abdomen (like it would even make a difference) and thankfully, there aren't many people around to see the flush creep up your face. it takes a few deep breaths in and out for you to feel comfortable enough to go back to your work. 

you manage to type out five words.

just five words before your stomach growls again louder and by this point, you’re probably as red as the fire trucks stationed at the fire hall you pass by to get to the dorms. unable to stop yourself, you slump down against the library work table, your head finding its way onto your laptop—which you closed beforehand. 

you have no more water, and you had finished that stupid can of coffee ages ago. your thoughts circle back to the cafe. if only it had been open…you wouldn’t have been in this situation. you let out a soft sigh at the missed opportunity of cake. 

the sound of plastic crinkling against the solid wood of your desk pokes through your hunger induced daze of cake, and you look to the side, eyes straining to see a single granola bar right above your left ear. what the—did the powers above decide to help you for once? 

a quick look behind the snack told you no; it was just the guy sitting at the table beside you. 

wait. there was a guy sitting beside you this entire time? holy sh— you frantically think, face immediately flushing again.

your neighbour doesn’t seem to notice you staring, his eyes now focused on the review booklet he was going over. huh, it looks strangely similar to the one you were poring over yesterday while studying for your Introduction to Linguistics class.

he seems vaguely familiar, but you can’t quite pinpoint why. 

he suddenly turns his attention on you, his warm eyes focusing on yours and the corners of his lips turning up before he softly calls your name. “you should take a bite before your stomach growls again, it was pretty loud.” 

you sit up, straightening your posture before tilting your head. “do i know you?” 

he laughs quietly, and you find yourself lost in the way his giggles carry over to your ears quietly like music. he picks the granola bar and places it lightly in your hand, gesturing for you to open it first. 

as you slowly peel apart the plastic covering and take a small bite, he grins. “i’m mingyu! i uh, i’m in your intro to linguistics class actually. you probably recognize me from there.” 

his words make perfect sense once you process them, and you finally remember that he’s the tall guy who sits behind you in class.

“i borrowed a pencil from you once actually,” his soft smile turns into a sheepish grin and he slumps like a scolded puppy, preparing for the worst. “i never gave it back because…i uh…i broke your pencil by accident.” 

you blink, put down the empty granola bar wrapper and burst into laughter. this guy before you, who’s definitely much stronger judging by the muscles barely hidden by his red sweatshirt, was scared of you? now that was something to laugh about.

“don’t worry about it,” you say, still giggling. “you can pay me back by…” your eyes light up. “by paying for a meal right now!” 

his eyes widen before he smiles again, and you can practically see his puppy ears perk up. “really? we can go to the pho place across the street then! it’s been a while since i went, anyway.”

you nod before grinning at his excitement, and he jumps up and starts walking towards the entrance of the library. 

confused, you call out to him. “mingyu, you silly goose! you forgot your stuff!” 

“oh right…i forgot i needed that.”

bonus!

(a/n: hater #1 is seungkwan, hater #2 is jeonghan, bononie is vernon)

mingyu ❙

oh my god i feel so bad for them 😭

their stomach keeps grumbling…did they not eat…

bononie ❙

yikes 

ur down bad

mingyu ❙

WHAT DID I EVEN DO? 

all i said was that i feel bad…

bononie ❙

exactly lmao

hater #1 ❙

mingyu you loser just talk to them

they’re literally right beside you.

mingyu ❙

THEY LOOK EMBARRASSED ENOUGH

I'M NOT GONNA DISTURB THEM

hater #2 ❙

literally just talk to them i’m with seungkwan on this

bononie ❙

mingyu if u dont talk to them now u never will

do u want to end up single forever or smth

hater #1 ❙

me and jeonghan would win the bet then… 

nvm mingyu don’t do anything!

mingyu ❙

YOU BET ON ME BEING SINGLE?

do you have no trust in my amazingness

hater #1 ❙

shut up mingyu

hater #2 ❙

shut up mingyu 

mingyu ❙

geez i can’t catch a break can i

bononie ❙

anyway…

u said they were hungry right 

literally just give them a granola bar i know u have tons of those in ur bag

mingyu ❙

oh wait that’s actually a good idea

i’m doing that 

wish me luck guys!

hater #1 ❙

no 

i need money from chan

don’t even try to approach them.

omg i’d get two birds with one stone!

[shmpxx]

HE’S A STONER — k.k

⛤ kazuha kaedehara x fem! reader

smoking weed and having sex w. kazuha for the first time.

cw. smut. unprotected sex. oral (f. & m. receiving). riding. fingering. creampie. virginity loss. nipple play. tit-sucking. praising. groping. corruption. usage of drugs(marijuana). modern au. +18!

wc: 3.2k

a/n: I’m in-love with stoner kazuha btw.

Kazuha kaedehara was your classmate in some of your classes but not all of them, he was also your friend sort of in a way that your the only person he talks to whenever his friends aren’t in his classes. No he wasn’t a bad boy, a slacker or a jerk who teases. He was actually nice and friendly to others even mostly you and other girls. Though he was a heavy stoner, every time he walk past to say hi you’d always smelt a whiff a weed on him and his friends. The girls didn’t mind it, maybe they were smokers too.

All the girls wanted kazuha. When he walked into class, they stare and give him a small wave and giggle to themselves. You didn’t deny you also had a crush on him as well, it wasn’t a bad thing, he was cute and the small red streak that gives out from his platinum blonde hair and his intriguing smile he does you can’t resist. But you also heard from your friend that he hops around girl to girl. You never asked or talked about it with him still he never shy away from talking about which girl he had in his bed last night and ‘it was alright nothing special’ with his friends you overhear.

Yeah you did like kazuha but you doubt you ever confess anything to him, you’re pretty sure girls do that everyday.

You thought otherwise yet kazuha has it bad for you. Yeah he messed with other girls but it’s not like he wasn’t thinking of you. He writes poetry about you in private, some romance in his poetry writing class. His friends would tease him about his soppy poems though he didn’t care, he wasn’t a kind a guy to be afraid of showing emotions, they would even ask him when is he ever gonna ask you out or get him to fuck during their smoke sesh.

Kazuha didn’t let his friends get to him, he was just gonna let things go slow and by that he asks you to hang out with him back at his dorm just to hang and talk like friends nothing more, not like a date, not yet.

“Uh..are your friends gonna be there?” You ask him “No they’re gonna be a party, I didn’t want to go anyway not tonight that is cause I thought we could just hangout..” he shrugs

You did think about it, was he being genuine? Or get into your pants like every other girl? It could be both. He is not at all a bad person, even if you say no there could always be another time, he would understand. Since you liked him how could you say no to kazuha.

“Alright yeah lets do it then” you smile

Until then when you got to his room it was no surprise to you that it reeked of weed. It wasn’t unbearable it was tolerable, you didn’t mind it. The surprising part was that his dorm was cleaned, nice and organized and his roommate’s side as well. You never went into a boys dorm so you expected it to be messy, well kazuha made the most of it.

You both sat on his bed and talked as usual as you would talk in class but at least you get to actually talk more and have longer conversations this time.

During mid conversation kazuha pulled out a joint from a tin box that was already perfectly rolled up and a lighter out his pocket. You glare at him doing so stopping from what you were saying, watching him bring it up to his lips, lighting at the thick end of the joint and it burns and start to give out a strong smell as soon as he blew out a little smoke and try not to blow it in your face.

He chuckles to himself when you stare in awe almost like you never seen weed being smoked before but also he was a gorgeous smoker. “Would you like to try?” He asks as

Smoking weed was never something that came across your mind. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to try it or hated the fact that it was bad for your lungs, you knew it was but still it was never in your face for it to cross your mind for you to decide whether you wanted to do it or not. You weren’t gonna lie you were curious.

“I don’t know how..” you admit like you were the only one in the world who never smoked.

“I can teach you” he shifts himself closer to you.

“Okay” you nod but before he gave you it he asks

“Are you sure? I don’t want you doing something you don’t want to do”

“I’m sure” you were a tad bit nervous, only because you don’t know what it’s like to be high once you smoke it.

He passes you it and you bring it up to your mouth already, he lights it and blows on it so it can burn and a string of smoke emitted. “Don’t suck it just inhale and try to hold it” he tells you and you listen.

You ended up coughing really hard, a bunch of smoke leaving your mouth as you didn’t intend to inhale that much and kazuha couldn’t help but hold his stomach in laughter, watching you struggle to catch your breath trying to get the hot air to leave your throat.

“Ts- not funny!” You continued to cough and hit him in the shoulder.

“I didn’t think you would inhale that much-“ he wipes a tear from his eye still snickering to himself.

Kazuha takes another puff and passes it back to you after you stopped coughing. This time you tried not to make your last mistake again.

Only a few minutes go by, you and kazuha just sat there and laughed about your coughing still. It wasn’t even that funny but you couldn’t help yourself from restraining yourself to. You both had practically finished it, it became just a dud at that there was no more use to it.

You felt like your mind was stuck like you couldn’t form thoughts more than 5 secs, your fingers start to feel tingling and the bed you sat on felt like you were about to mold with it or sink in. It wasn’t a scary feeling it was more of a funny, weird and calm feeling. Kazuha can tell you were high in the clouds, it was so entertaining watching you like this for the first time knowing you never smoked a day in your life.

“I assume your feeling it by now” he lets out a small chuckle once again, since kazuha was more tolerable he was used to it and you being new you felt lighter like you were floating, tiny needles prickling at your skin. “yeah i jus..fewl weird..how long s’ this supposed to last?”

“-A few hours”

“Then…what do we do..now?” The way words fell out your mouth slowly like you couldn’t speak as fast as you use to.

“I know something that it can make your high ten times better” he smirks tapping his finger on his chin as if he had a devious plan.

“Hm?”

Your brain didn’t process faster than him pressing his lips against yours and his hand sliding from your knee high up to your thigh caressing it.

You started to sink into his lips, slowly drifting from reality to kazuha taking you so deeply in your mouth, it was slow but desperate you moaned into his mouth as he slide in his hot tongue inside between your lips. Colliding his tongue into yours, You try to pull away for air but he just leans in more deepening into the hot wet kiss with his hand inching higher now under your skirt you wore and his other hand groping your tit massaging it through your shirt. Maybe you were too high to tell if it were real or not but his lips felt so good with yours.

“Put your arms up” he pulls away from your lips.

You did, no questions asked as he lifted your top off over your head, revealing your tits to him as you weren’t wearing a bra underneath and he unzips your skirt from the side and dragging them down now showing your panties. You were so cute and high as hell being told what to do already.

“Ka-zuha..I’m a—”

“S’ okay i know” since you don’t remember by your mind being too clouded to think, there was a time you told him you were a virgin. You had nothing to worry about, it was kazuha after all. You trusted him and your trusting him with your body too and maybe or maybe not kazuha purposely intended this all from the beginning.

He takes off his clothes as well, he had very much pale soft skin and he took down his hair from a ponytail letting his platinum blonde hair fall down to his shoulders. He is so pretty, the only thought you could make out in your head.

his hand reaches between your inner thighs pressing lightly at your clit earning a small whine from you. An intense feeling growing as he continues to rub the pad of his fingers through your panties on your clit. your thighs start to squeeze around his wrist, squirming and grinding against his hand to apply more pressure, it just felt so good.

His lips latch onto your nipple, nibbling it softly and sucking on it, he tries to take your boob into his mouth. You felt how hot his mouth is on your tit, it was nothing but warmth, giving you more of a feeling than just the his fingers rubbing throughly against your dampen panties. Nothing but small noises came from you only.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes please” you whine

“Lay down for me then”

Again, you listen. Laying back down on your back on the bed, you lazily lift your hips up for kazuha to take down your panties off your legs. You were so obedient, so perfect in kazuha’s eyes. Right when he takes them off kazuha licked his lips at the sight of your pussy, begging for it to be touched. He only ran his finger along your clit and how your cunt twitched.

“Kazuha” you cry waiting to be touched again.

He couldn’t help smile to himself, how your literally so desperate for him. “You’ll feel so good baby i promise” he spreads open your legs. his slender hands pushing your thighs to your chest as his head sinks down and you jolted at the feeling of his scorching hot tongue being dragged on your cunt and over your clit letting out a cry.

Your hands grip the pillow your head laid on. Your back arched slightly, you tried not to move away, it became too much from the way he kept licking and using his lips to cravingly suck on your clit. Your head was becoming much fuzzier than it was. your breathing becomes quicker by the second, “ka-hah-zuha!” His name being moaned out from you.

His lips detach from your cunt and then his two digits slowly slid in your core. Your breath being caught in your throat, feeling your walls spread by his fingers. It didn’t hurt but it felt odd knowingly nothing was ever put up there except his fingers are the first. His fingers thrusting into you in a languid motion and he brings his lips back to clit.

Your hands couldn’t grip the pillow anymore, your fingers combed through kazuha’s soft hair and how much he ended up adoring it, his scalp getting massaged while you moan out with his tongue circling your puffy clit and his fingers pumping in and out of your hole at the same time, you were getting dizzy.

Your let out high pitched moans when you began to feel a some sort of electrifying sensation form in your lower region. “Kazuha! I-“ you squeezed your eyes shut seeing stars behind your eyelids. Kazuha can feel you nearing, he pumps his fingers faster and focus on your clit. Strangled noises from you making kazuha painfully erect, rutting against the bed. You came twitching around his fingers and a static feeling growing through your body as you were orgasming.

Kazuha smiles at you in your struggled state, kissing your inner thighs as your slowly coming down. He climbs over you and kisses your lips for a few seconds, parting from your lips once again.

“Sit up” You sat up, you don’t know if it was weed or he casted a spell on you but you were listening like a good girl to him.

“I need you to help me too” he pulls out his cock from his boxers and it springs to his stomach, the tip red and becoming leaky.

“I need you to use that pretty mouth of yours” his thumb swiping across your bottom lip. You nod looking up in his scarlet eyes filled with nothing but lust. You’d do anything he asked you to in your vulnerable state of mind. You went on your knees and kazuha’s hand cupped your cheek and gives you a faint smile before you could take him in your mouth.

You never done this before but somehow from the way kazuha took deep breaths and moans softly in pleasure, he was enjoying it. His moans start to turn into whines when you take him deeper, your tongue licking up his shaft. “You’re doing so well already—“ he hissed.

Your cunt began to ache again just from his whining. You wanted to touch yourself and suck him off at the same time but all your focus was on him and his cock throbbing inside your mouth. Your tongue swipes at his slit, the hotness of your mouth and being high all at once giving him a ten times crazy sensitivity. “Your so good..feels so good…ah!”

He started to squirm, his stomach muscles flexing and his hand travel to the back of your head, bucking his hips a bit into your mouth. The further you went down on him the more your eyes bubbled with tears, nothing went farther down in your mouth other than his tip nudging in the back of your throat. He had to cum inside your mouth, his pants start to get heavier and his voice became whinier. You can feel his cock shudder, bits on cum leaving onto your tongue and then a loud moan breaks out, he releases a hot string of cum down your throat you had no choice but to swallow though you didn’t care, as a matter of fact you enjoyed it, a lot.

“You did so well..” he brings your face up to his, giving you a kiss like a sweet reward. He can taste his own cum on your tongue.

He patted his leg, signaling you to straddle his lap and his already erect dick prods at your pussy, your cunt clenches onto nothing. The embarrassment starts to creep up your back “Kazuha I’m a little—“

“Don’t be nervous” he gives you a reassuring look. His hands on your hips and his positions his cock at your slit. “Think about how amazing you’re gonna feel” and without a hurry you sink down onto him, his cock spreading you open like his fingers did but much more. You both let out a small sigh as so. Your lips quiver squeezing around him tight already didn’t even sink down all the way yet with the strange pressure you were not used to.

“Almost there..” he moans and you whimper in response. Basically splitting you open the more you take in all of him inside you. Finally, your clit hits his pelvis and you’re trying to adjust to his size.

Kazuha’s hands that were situated on your hips rocked onto his cock in a rhythmic pace. Your body in motion up and down on his cock and your eyes flutter every time you can feel him working you open each time. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you let out a loud whine and kazuha’s head tilts back, letting out a deep exhale from his throat with your mushy walls swallowing him whole. “Ah!…your such a good girl..fuck! Feels amazing—you feel amazing..tell me how good it is”

“It feels..it-so good…“ you sputtered

It was like ten times better having sex while high, like the weed enhanced your nerves and sensitivity stronger than normal sex. It was clearly a great euphoric feeling. Kazuha thought he should’ve done this ages ago but it probably wouldn’t be the same with other girls, just you. why didn’t he have you before? It was like you both were becoming one, shaping together, his dick plunging into you and you became a mess over him.

Kazuha takes your hands and intertwines with your fingers, watches you bounce on his cock on your own without needing his hands to guide you and keep the pace steady. “Don’t stop-“ His lips find your perk nipples, sucking and biting on your bud, swirling his tongue around and went back to sucking hard until your bud became red and swollen making you break out a hissed moan until he moves to the next untouched one yet his hand massages your tit and his fingers nips and plays with your abused nipple.

You felt like you were about to crash. Your legs ached a bit and your cunt now being stretched out and scraped by his cock. You could feel it, you could feel every inch of his cock deep within. His tongue doing wonders on your nipple and his index and thumb pinching at your other. It was all too much for your nerves that you start to the feel the knot in your belly forming and time began to slow down, kazuha’s dick pulsing at your walls. You both were about to cum in a minute.

Kazuha couldn’t help but speed up the process, his hips jerking at a erratic pace and each time he hit deep you break out a cry still recoiling your hips against his dick. “I-I’m..about to—“ you whimper “want me to..cum inside?” He breath hitches, you nod hurriedly. You were experiencing everything at once, the lightheadedness like your mind was on clouds, your heart racing like it was about to burst out your chest, and your core ready to cream on his cock. Both of your sweat being combined.

He hit deep into your cunt, letting out harmonized moans together as he filling your inside with his warmth of cum and your muscles contracting harshly around him. Both shaking and trembling like everything was being pooled out of you even the air in your lungs.

Kazuha pushed you down back against the mattress, still trying to come down from your feverish state, separated your legs apart taking out his dick halfway staring at the mess you both made in amusement, cum coating your insides and his dick all together. He smirks to himself, grabbing another rolled up joint, lighting it up and take one huge puff before opening your jaw to kiss you, blowing smoke into your mouth. he lets out a sigh while you exhale the smoke he emptied in your mouth, stimulating your high again. “I’m sure we can go another round..what do you say?”

[pomegranti]

Dirty little secret!

Ft: Gojo Satoru

Context: College AU, bully Gojo and quiet reader

Warnings!: Rough sex, quickie, creampies, hair pulling, dirty talk, blackmail, filming, spanking, mention of Geto lol, and no aftercare :(

Plot: Using reader for answers, bully Gojo ensures she’d never chicken out with some videos he has saved, but what happens when she has had enough?

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5:04 PM

Laughter erupting from your lips, currently sitting on a random bench in the campus’ courtyard with one of your closest friends as you two chatted and gossiped about some of your classmates. Teasing each other with small remarks, you couldn’t help but scoff once your friend mentioned the the most annoying man on planet earth, Gojo Satoru.

“That one guy…Gojo right? He’s always sleeping or just never there, he seems to linger around you a lot though, maybe he has a crush on you?” Your friend asked, clearly annoyed by the mention, you dramatically rolled your eyes before shrugging, trying your best to brush it off and change rhetoric topic “I dunno’ he’s as dumb as a rock, thank god the years almost over, or else I might-“ Words getting cut off by the sudden buzz of your phone from your pocket, pulling it out to see the notification. Speak of the devil, was almost like he heard you both talking about him. How annoying.

It was a message from the man himself, demanding you to come over to his dorm in the next 5 minutes for one of your ‘study sessions’ that you both have “Who’s that? Ooo~ don’t tell me! Y/N’s got a hot date?~” Your friend teases, wiggling her eyebrows as she tries to peer over your shoulder. “As if, don’t worry about it. I should get going anyways.” Puffing out her cheeks in disappointment at your blatant lie, your friend almost seemed sad upon this news, simply humming in response in a suspicious tone before giving your shoulder a playful hit. “It’s ok, see you tomorrow!”

Nodding in response, you placed your phone back into your pocket before dusting off your attire, waving goodbye as you both exchange words of departure; then walking off to the dormitory.

5:26 PM

Knocking on the door to Gojo’s dorm, you had finally arrived after the mediocre walk across the campus, having to drop off some of your textbooks on the way. Before you could even lift your finger to knock once more, the door had swung open, and you were yanked inside with a small yelp.

Before you stood a pouty Gojo, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “I said 5 minutes, it took you over 20 to get here! Did you get lost or somethin’?” Rolling your eyes at his sassy behavior, you refused to give him an explanation, simply placing your things down before unbuttoning your top, ready to get it over with.“Whoah, someone’s cranky~ Already getting undressed? I thought I taught you better than to be such a stubborn brat” He taunted, mirroring your actions as he too, began to strip of his attire, pulling you onto the bed.

5:32

“Cmon~ don’t tell me you’re already tired, we just started! You had so much attitude before, where’d it all go? I hope you didn’t lose count or else we’ll have to start all over again~” knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets, you were currently laying across his lap as he sat on the bed, chest flat against the silk sheets while he held onto your hips, large palms rubbing over the red marks he had made. Bottom lip trembling due to the stinging on your ass, you heard him chuckle a bit before delivering yet another harsh slap, the sound echoing throughout his dorm. “I asked you a question baby, what count are we on?” Already overwhelmed, tears bubbled in your eyes as you tried to wiggle away in a futile attempt to escape the pain, only for him to yank you back onto his lap. “I-I don’t….n-number 11 right?” You whimpered, voice barely audible as you trembled like a leaf.

Bracing yourself for another torturous slap, you paused for a moment once you were met with nothing, craning your head to the side only to be met with yet another stinging hit, amusement plastering itself onto his features. Gojo reached down to grab your hair, pulling your head up to catch a glimpse of your embarrassed face enjoying how quickly your demeanor crumbled from a small punishment. “Don’t get all shy now, you’re already crying? Seriously? Pffft- I gotta show Suguru this-“ Grabbing his phone that sat next to you on the bed, he pushed the device into your face as he took a series of photos, capturing the way your damp lashes fluttered and how your mascara ran down your face. “G-Gojo stop..no more please..” Ignoring your pleas, a small snicker left gojos lips while he sent the photos to his best friend, flipping you around so rather than laying across him, your chest was connected with the sheets as your ass remained on his lap in a doggy style position.

Amused by the sight, Gojo pulled down the hem of his boxers to finally release his aching shaft, lining his leaking head up with your entrance, his hands held a firm grip on your hips. “I’m feeling needy tonight, no need for foreplay right? You’re a slut so I bet it’ll slide right in anyways~” Before you even had a chance to respond, he pushed his shaft in with one swift motion of his hips, throwing his head back at the pleasurable sensation of your velvety walls pulsing around his cock, groaning softly in response. As for you, despite his teasing words, the feeling his dick penetrating you so fast without any foreplay was rather unexpected, stunned for a few moments until your poor mind had finally registered what had happened, a mixture of pain and pleasure being woven together while you helplessly clawed at the sheets, panting heavily to try and regain your composure.

Relishing the sight of you struggling to take his length, a smirk placed itself on Gojo’s face, your reaction clearly feeding his ego plenty, wanting you watch you crumble even further, he began to rock his hips, wasting no time until he began a ruthless pace, causing the sounds of skin slapping to echo throughout the room. Moaning loudly, your back bent into an arch and your toes curled, the lewd sounds of your cries and skin connecting undoubtedly being audible from the hallway for anyone else to hear. Just when you thought it was too much too soon, you regained your senses once you heard the familiar sound of a camera shutter behind you, followed by a small fit of laughter. Was he seriously taking photos of you like this?

“W-What are you doing? D-Did you seriously just take a photo!”

“Relax~ I need to gather more evidence to ensure you won’t leave, you wouldn’t want everyone seeing these photos of you, right?”

“That’s b-blackmail you jerk!”

“I think of it more as a business procedure~”

Snickering softly at his own words, you couldn’t believe him, blackmailing you in the middle of sex just for the thrill of it. However, little did you know, he wouldn’t dare share those photos even if he wanted to, probably with his best friend, but that’s it. Maybe he’d even jerk off to them later, it didn’t matter though, why do that when you were right here. His greedy blue eyes absorbed the way your ass bounced against his pelvis with each thrust, and mentally capturing the way your cries filled the room, watching you succumb to your pleasure had to be one of his favorite things to do. “It’s fine though, no one else can fuck you like I do right? Such a slut, always crawling back to me~” Feeling his tip graze against your most sensitive parts, you couldn’t help but tighten your walls as a particularly high pitched moan rolled off your tongue. “Y-You came to me about this, asshole!”

Cocking his head off to the side at your words, he put his phone down once more before grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you up so your back could be flushed against his chest, allowing his member to protrude you even deeper. “Such a brat, it’s okay though, I’ll make sure to tame this pussy of yours real good~” Hands trying to find leverage, your fingers dug into his forearm while you blinked up at him a few times, large hues staring into his before pouting your lips in response to his words. Taking this opportunity, his hand shifted to hold your throat tightly while your lips connected, your tongues interwinding with each other as his deep thrusts caused a small coil to begin to tighten within your stomach.

It was all too familiar, you’ve done this enough times to recognize your own release when it approached, trying to alert him with the way your walls tightened and movements turning rather sluggish. Releasing your lips from his, a thin strand of saliva dangled between the two of you, hazy eyes forced to look at him as his hand held your head up. Relishing the sight of how quickly you were dumbed down from his cock, his grip on your neck tightened to hold you in place, as if you were going anywhere in this state. His other hand moving down to rub your clit in circular motions, trying to bring you to your climax while his signature smirk remained prominent as he too felt his release inching closer, abs flexing as his shaft twitched each time he dragged it along your walls.

Crying out his name, you were unable to murmur anything else, the peak of your pleasure rapidly approaching as his head continuously grazed against a sensitive spot in particular, causing you to see stars. Mouth left agape, your walls clamped down as a clear fluid coated both the inside of your thighs, as well as the sheets beneath you both. Left in a temporary hazed out state, you whined pitifully once you began to feel overstimulated, continuing to fuck you dumb even after your release. “Already tapping out? Didn’t know my dick was that good- hah- fuck..” Groans growing louder, it didn’t take much longer until his release was approaching, giving one final thrust before white liquids spurted out, coating your inner walls white as he came inside. Removing his hand from your neck, he grabbed his phone once more, taking a photo of the way his cum dripped out of you while his hand that previously stimulated your clit was now parting your folds for a better view, pulling out his shaft with a low chuckle.

“Look at that, can’t wait to show Suguru this, you think he’ll be jealous?” Mumbling incoherent words in response, Gojo simply laughed before laying you back against his bed as he began to redress himself, fixing his white hair before placing his glasses back on, collecting his items before heading to the door. “I have stuff to do, I’ll be expecting my homework tomorrow, better hurry and leave too before my roommate sees you like this~”

Watching as he left, you sighed heavily, wiping the sweat from your forehead with an irritated expression. “Asshole..”

That was my first fic! I hope you liked it, it was pretty short but honestly I just wanted to get something out, don’t forget to leave requests down for more ❤︎︎

[teag-writes]

Teachers Pet

guess who's back!! me!! yay!! umm another request from my pookie bear @etherealhozier so thank her for this one! (also apologies for the unoriginal ass title, i couldnt think of anything else so yeah!!)

cw: age gap (20 sumthing years idk i cant do math!), pet names, thigh riding, cumming on leg (yum), i think thats it!!

You knew from a small age you wanted to catch “bad guys” for a living. Which is why immediately after you graduated high school, you had already enrolled in one of the criminal behavioural classes at the college you attended, as one of your main classes.  

After about a month of being at your university, you had settled in quite nicely as you got to know all of your teachers and other classmates. Now the love for criminal activity and all things crime being the main reason you were attending college, you promised yourself that you wouldn’t let anything get in your way. 

Until you saw him. Dr. Reid, or more formally known as the FBI agent turned professor, was the one who taught you and everyone else all about the interesting subject. He was tall, slender and had dark hair, and even darker eyes like he was hiding something. The way he talked so passionately about his life in the BAU made your stomach swirl. 

You knew this was completely wrong, having a crush on a man who was at least in his mid 40s, while you were in your early 20s. It almost disgusted you, the things you thought of letting him do to you, bending you over and smack-

“(Y/n). Are you paying attention?” A stern but quiet voice interrupted your daydreams as you looked at the man in front of you. 

“Yes sir. Sorry.” You said embarrassed. If he could read minds, you’d sure as hell be in a lot of trouble. 

He pursed his lips at you, forming a smile and giving you a nod and continued teaching. You groaned quietly, knowing this would be a long semester. 

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After class, you’d packed your things up and were about to head off to your dorm for study time, when you were halted by a call of your name. 

“(Y/n). Can I speak to you for a moment?” Your professor had caught you red handed and you knew you were done for as you walked over to his desk, after he shut the door. 

“Your attention span has been decreasing lately. Is everything at home okay? Anyone bothering you?” He seemed genuinely concerned for you as he asked you. 

“No sir. Everything’s fine. I’m just… it’s hard to pay attention in class.” Your tone slipped out more seductive than it should’ve and you knew damn well what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn’t care less. Spencer swallowed harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as you spoke to him. 

“Oh? Why’s that (y/n)? I’m not boring you, am I?” He said with a raspy laugh that made your stomach flip. 

“No, not at all sir. If anything,” you said looking him up and down. “It’s quite the opposite.” 

You were so nervous with what you were doing right now that you felt like throwing up. You took a step closer to the man in front of you and looked at him. 

“No. Stop.” He whispered out. “This is utterly inappropriate and so, so wrong.” He stopped you in your tracks and you started at him with embarrassment and guilt. 

“Shit, I’m… I’m gonna go.” You quickly grabbed your things and rushed out the door, Spencer yelling after you but you didn’t turn back. 

That night in your dorm, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened as you got so frustrated with yourself. But within a few seconds, an idea popped into your head. If he really wanted you, you’d have to make him show you. And that’s exactly what you were going to do. 

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The next day for class, you’d almost forgotten about what had happened when you remembered your plan. Make him want you. You thought to yourself if this was really what you wanted to do, yet you went through with the plan. You jumped out of your current skirt and replaced it with another, shorter, smaller one as you did the same with your shirt. You popped open the first few buttons and let your hair fall loosely over your shoulders, and decided to go with a dark red lipstick, with well as a pair of heels as you walked to class. 

Everyone had their eyes on you. Teachers, students, hell, everyone was gawking at you in awe. Whispers of shock fled peoples mouths as you walked into class and took a seat. You sat front row, as you always do, and waited for class to begin. The moment Spencer walked in, you stopped breathing, remembering that this was all for him. 

“Good morning class…” Spencer trailed off of his sentence as he saw you, and let out a choked cough.  “Pardon me, I must’ve had something in my throat. Please take out your notebooks, we will be talking notes today.” The whole entire time Spencer was speaking, he didn’t take his eyes off you once. And that continued throughout the whole lesson. 

By the time class was done, everyone had made their way out as you remained last again, trying to pack up quickly when an angry seeming voice halted you once again. 

“(Y/n). We need to talk.” Spencer didn’t seem impressed at all, but that only filled you with more lust. You gave him a warm, innocent smile and sat back down as he closed his door again. 

“Is something wrong, Dr?” You batted your eyelashes at Spencer and you hated every second of it, but you needed him. 

“Don’t call me that.” He had a furious look on his face, as he stepped closer towards you. “What’s going on with you today? The makeup and clothes, I mean.” 

You playfully spoke back to him as he asked you a question. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He groaned as you spoke to him, tipping his head back slightly. “Don’t play dumb with me, (y/n). You know what you’re doing.” 

He lunged forward to you and grabbed your wrist, hard but not too hard. 

“Is it working, Dr?” You purred back at him, and that only made things worse as he gently put his hand around your neck. 

“Yes. Yes it is, (y/n). Your little “whore” getup makes me sick. God, you don’t know what you do to me.” He said growling back at you. As he continued his grip on your neck, another hand made its way down to your legs and stopped at your heat. 

“Fucking soaked. Bet you’ve thought about this hm? Me pinning you against this wall and fucking you raw?” 

You moaned at his harsh, lustful words as he continued circling your clit through your panties. His grip tightened when you didn’t answer, making you squeal loudly. 

“Answer me. Have you thought about this, (y/n)? 

“Yes.” Was all you managed to breathe out. 

“Atta girl.” He praised you as he let go of your neck, sitting back down his desk chair. You stared at him with confusion, not knowing what to do. 

“C’mere.” He patted his thigh and motioned you to come sit on his lap. You immediately complied, straddling yourself right over his bulge, making you gasp. 

“If you want this so bad, you’ll get off on my thigh while I grade these papers.” He cooed gently at you, moving the hair out of your face. The angry man that was there seconds ago, was now gone. You whimpered at his command, as you knew you were going to have to work for it. 

“I know baby, I know. You’ll be okay.” He praised softly, as he leaned in for a kiss. You let his tongue swipe yours, as his teeth grazed your bottom lip, making you moan. He pulled apart from the kiss and you groaned at the loss of contact. 

“I know you wanted me to fuck you, but there’s consequences when you come into my office dressed like that. I’m being nice and at least letting you get off, hm? Such a good girl.” 

You couldn’t even be mad at him, his sweet tone had taken complete control over you. You started moving your hips against his leg, slowly and painfully, eliciting a moan from your lips that only made him twitch under you. You slowly started to speed up your movements, already feeling your muscles spasm over his cock. His hands made their way from the papers on his desk to your hips, moving them expertly against his leg. He saw that you were getting tired, so he naturally bucked his leg repeatedly into your wet cunt. 

The familiar coil in your stomach began to break apart and you came tortuously hard on his leg with a loud moan, not caring if anyone heard. He bucked his leg into you again, riding you through your orgasm as you let out sweet little whimpers. 

“Shh shh, I’ve got you baby. It’s okay. Good girl.” All the little praises he mumbled to you made you needy enough to come again, but you couldn’t. Instead, you sit there with your head on his shoulder, all fucked out because of him. 

[massivesimpfordilfs]

Tsukishima x omega!male reader

Fluff with a dash of that delicious angst we all torture ourselves for

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Tsukishima was watchful. He always had been. He was quiet and observant. One classmate he’d had since entering university was a boy named (y/n). (y/n) had soft (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes. He was one of the softest omegas that Tsukishima had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Tsukishima hadn’t known when he started following the boy, something about the way he smelled just drew the lanky blonde in. He would follow from a ways back as (y/n) walked to his next class or the cafeteria or to his dorm. His musky scent filling the air and keeping everyone else away from the omega. Tsukishima was confused, worried why he was so infatuated with (y/n). He went to get medical and psychological exams done after maybe a month or so. Everything was perfectly fine. The only thing that came back almost abnormal was his hormone production levels but the doctor explained that it could just be a result of his busy life. Then his rut came. He was alone in his dorm, his musky scent completely filling the dark room as he humped his pillow without merit. He growled, pupils dilated and head filled with (y/n). Everything about the boy just got Tsukishima off from the way he talked to how he would play with his hair or clothes. Tsukishima’s roommate Yamaguchi walked in with a groan.

“What’s it now?” He asked. He’d only seen a couple rut periods that were this intense for his dinosaur loving friend.

“My classmate.” Tsukishima panted, completely red in the face and hair sticking to his skin.

“The small omega one? Why don’t you just ask him out if he’s affecting you this much?” Yamaguchi laughed, sitting next to his friend and stroking the exposed thigh comfortingly. In their many years, he’d discovered that this usually helped Tsukishima calm down aside from actual sex.

“No way. I’ll probably scare him.” Tsukishima sighed, grabbing Yamaguchi by the arm and pulling him to cuddle. 

A week later, Yamaguchi was getting annoyed by how much Tsukishima would talk about (y/n) and ended up forcing him to ask him out. Tsukishima was hyping himself up during class to approach the omega when the lecture ended. He watched the small male cautiously, noticing how another classmate talked to him and tried to get really close to him. Tsukishima growled, startling the classmate sitting next to him. After class, he walked up to (y/n) and the other kid.

“(y/n).” He said, the two turning to him.

“Yes?” (y/n) asked, tilting his head.

“Can’t you see we’re in the middle of a conversation?” The other kid asked.

“Mika, please. It’s hardly a conversation.” (y/n) rolled his eyes. “Did you need something, Tsukishima?”

Tsukishima blushed aggressively, startled by the way his name slipped off (y/n)’s tongue.

“I was wondering if you wanted to grab coffee or lunch?” Tsukishima asked, clearing his throat.

“No way-” (y/n) cut Mika off.

“I would love to!” (y/n) smiled. “I’m free around one today if you’d like to do it then?”

“Absolutely. Where’s your next class? I’ll pick you up.” Tsukishima smiled back.

“It’s the room above the library.” (y/n) said.

“It’s a date.” Tsukishima grinned, walking off.

“Why would you agree? You know you’re supposed to be studying with me in the library.” Mika whined.

“No, I never said I would.” (y/n) shook his head, walking off and trying to escape Mika.

“He’s not even cute. He’s like a lanky dinosaur with glasses.” Mika complained, following (y/n).

“Shut up, it’s subjective.” He huffed, trying to brush Mika off.

“So you like him?” Mika asked, slinging an arm around (y/n)’s shoulders.

“N-no of course not! I’m a very independent omega!” He flushed, slipping away from Mika. “Just go to class!”

He walked into the library, knowing Mika wouldn’t follow.

After class, (y/n) was met with the blonde waiting at the door for him. He smiled, practically skipping over. They held hands and made their way to the campus cafe, getting to know each other on the way. Favorite colors, favorite movies, what they want to order, basic stuff. Neither of them noticed a stalking Mika.

At the cafe, (y/n) got up to use the restroom and was cornered in the hallway by Mika.

“Why are you with that smelly dog?” Mika asked, larger figure completely caging in (y/n).

“Because I like him. I have for years since I started here.” (y/n) said. “Can you please move?”

“You’re supposed to be with me! I’ve followed you, photographed you, stolen your clothes and hair since high school!” Mika shouted, slamming a hand on the wall next to (y/n). He flinched looking with wide eyes at Mika.

“You’ve…what?” He asked, fearful.

“I love you! You can’t do this to me!” Mike cried cupping (y/n)’s cheek harshly and kissing him deeply. (y/n) refused to kiss back, he tried pulling away but was flush against the wall. He let out a strained whine and Tsukishima’s head shot up promptly.

He got up, chair sliding back and walked towards where the sound had come from. He grew infuriated at what he saw. Mika was feeling up (y/n), aggressively shoving himself against the much smaller male. He growled and ripped Mika off by the neck, throwing him into the crowding group of people almost blocking the hallway.

“He’s mine! Don’t touch him!” Mika shouted, being held back by the buff woman running the cash register. He was flailing, being held in a chokehold.

“Are you alright?” Tsukishima knelt next to a slumped (y/n), hesitant to be too close but wanting nothing more than to hug the male and reassure him. Sure, he had done similar to Mika, but he’d never stolen clothes or hair or even been inside (y/n)’s dorm. He just wanted to protect the small omega.

“I-I’ll be ok. I think.” He said, burying his face against his legs cautiously and being sure to hide himself almost entirely. 

“Can I pick you up?” Tsukishima held his hand out gently. (y/n) just nodded, eyeing Tsukishima’s hand warily before taking it. He was pulled up and into the blonde’s arms, hiding in his shirt. The two walked out and the police showed up to arrest Mika shortly after. Tsukishima brought (y/n) back to his dorm and spent the rest of the day comforting him and letting him know he’d never be harmed again.