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ʚ Naoya Zen'in x chubby fem reader ɞ

Part 1 ♥︎ Part 2 ♥︎ Part 3 ♥︎ Part 4 ♥︎ Part 5

❥ Word Count: 11.1k

❥ CW: chubby fem reader, bullying, fatphobia, sexism, misogyny, Naoya being Naoya, smut, noncon, dubcon, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, breeding kink, babytrapping

❥ A/N: omgggggg im so tireddddd. Thank yall so much for being so patient with me. I hope this disgustingly long chapter/part will make up for the time you spent waiting. Full disclosure, i didn't fully beta read this so there very well may be mistakes and i apologize for that but also i refuse to keep working on this part i want it DONE already!! Anyways enjoy sksksk

Naoya: hey

Naoya: im sorry i said all that in front of you. i really didnt mean it

Naoya: can we talk?

Naoya: hello?

Naoya: are you just gonna ignore me?

Naoya: ik your getting my texts, i can see that you read them

Naoya: cmon baby dont be like that :(

Naoya: i promise i didnt mean it babe lets just talk

That was the last message you received from Naoya before you mustered up the courage to block his number. You had to rub your eyes and blink a few times to find the block button, sniffling once the deed was done. You took a screenshot of his messages—you had to share them with your friends when you ranted about him later—and promptly deleted all traces of him from your phone.

You turned your music back on, tossing your phone back on the bed and letting the vocals drown out your muddled thoughts. Despite your eyes being swollen and sore, you still felt the tears well up as you listened to the song’s lyrics. It hurt listening and relating to the song in question, but you needed to do this. The longer you held back your feelings, the worse off you would be. It was better to cry until you felt numb and move on with your life.

You felt so stupid though. You’d spent so many nights thinking about your neighbor, recounting the sex you had just hours before, playing over every action and wondering if there was a deeper meaning. A part of you hated the notion that he could feel something more for you, but… but another part of you ached for it. Maybe you were just desperate and were looking for any excuse to latch onto someone showing a pattern of interest in you. Maybe you really were as pathetic as Naoya made you out to be. Why else would you hope that a sexist, misogynistic asshole like him would feel something for you?

So much for drowning out your thoughts.

Your phone lit up against the comforter and you instinctively picked it up to check who it was. You still feared that Naoya would be able to contact you somehow, but luckily it was just your friend responding to your text.

Bestie 🥺💕: Wait he did WHAT

Bestie 🥺💕: Do you need me to come beat him up bc I’m fully prepared to kill him

Bestie 🥺💕: Like I get that yall aint dating or whatever but wtf

Bestie 🥺💕: WAIT do you want me to castrate him? I shadowed a vet one time and saw it done on a dog so i’m pretty confident I can do it to a human too sksksks

You couldn’t stop a laugh from slipping out of you, your lips curling into a weak smile as you sent a discouraging reply, asking them if you could come over for takeout and a glass of wine. You felt your spirits start to lift when they enthusiastically replied, mentioning a movie you hadn’t heard of and offering to cheer you up. You took their offer immediately, not thinking twice as you jumped up from bed and shimmied out of your sundress, slipping on the nearest pair of shorts and oversized t-shirt you could find.

You didn’t bother checking if Naoya was outside as you bolted past his door and down the stairs, running out to the parking lot in your flip flops, your bag bouncing against your side as you reached your car. You rushed to get inside, speeding out of the parking lot as soon as you could. You had a burst of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you got onto the road, your sadness soon replacing with rage as you turned up the radio.

Fuck him, you thought bitterly, gripping the steering wheel a bit too tight. He can go die in a hole for all I care.

Four days. That’s how long it had been since Naoya had spoken to or even seen you. Over the past few months, the two of you had grown into the habit of conversing at least every other day—either hooking up or just exchanging a word or two. But this, this new change of pace: it was making him antsy, uncomfortable. He hated it. He wanted to punch someone, but what’s worse is that he wanted your attention more.

Even now, as he stared down at his black phone screen, he wondered if you would text. He had spent far too much time checking his notifications for something, any kind of sign that you were acknowledging him, and he felt fucking pathetic for it. Jesus, he had stooped so low as to stalk your social media accounts to see if you were miserable without him. Why did he want you to be miserable without him—

“Mr. Zen’in.” Naoya blinked, glancing up to meet his professor’s stern gaze. He sheepishly cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks burn when he heard a handful of stifled giggles behind him.

“Yes, sir?”

“You seem very invested in your phone. Anything interesting you’d like to share with the class?”

Fuckin’ nosey geezer, Naoya thought with a sigh, sitting up straighter.

“Yeah, um… my dad was admitted to the hospital. I’m just… really worried about him right now.”

It took everything in his power not to break character as the mood shifted in the classroom, the professor’s defensive look soon melting into one of concern.

“The hospital? Did this happen just now?”

“No, um… he was admitted last night but he’s still in critical care. He told me not to worry and to come to class but… I can’t help but be concerned.”

He bit his cheek when he heard a girl or two ‘aw’ at his performance. Perhaps, if this was a few months ago, he would’ve been ecstatic to know that the few girls in his business course were fawning over him, but things were different now. His priority was getting out of this classroom asap. Naoya looked back at the professor once he sighed.

“I’m sorry for your predicament, Mr. Zen’in, but I don’t allow disruptions in my class. I’ll allow you to leave for the day, but you’ll have to get notes from one of your classmates.” Naoya nodded, hurriedly grabbing his things and stuffing them in his backpack.

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.” He dashed out of the room without another word, zipping up his bag as he darted down the hall and out of the lecture building. He ran a bit too fast to his car, ignoring the curious stares sent his way as he trotted to a stop. He left the parking lot quickly, racing down the road and to his apartment. If his assumption was correct, you would be coming home from work by now and, if he was lucky, he might be able to meet you by the front door and try to talk—

Why do you care so much?

Naoya relaxed his foot on the gas pedal, pondering the question as he turned onto his street. He honestly didn’t have an answer. He truly didn’t know if he considered this behavior as evidence that he cared for you. If anything, he was just pissed off and frustrated that you were avoiding him like the plague. He needed an explanation, some type of closure so he could—

Wait, closure? Closure for what exactly? For a sexual relationship? Seems pretty sad to need closure from someone, especially a woman of all people.

Naoya flexed his hand on the steering wheel as he turned into the parking lot of his apartment. He continued to ponder the way he felt, but all those confusing emotions faded once he saw a hulking figure pulling something out of your car. He parked beside your vehicle quickly, glaring at Toji as he grabbed his bag and stepped out.

“The hell you doing?” Toji glanced up at Naoya before continuing what he was doing, not paying him any mind as he picked something up out of the trunk of your car. “Hello?” Naoya asked with an impatient snarl. Toji grunted as he stood up, revealing the several trays of canned goods he was holding.

“I’m just helpin’ out a lil lady. Ain’t nothin’ to worry about.”

“Huh?” Naoya moved around his car to look into the back of yours, seeing several reusable bags filled with groceries. He blinked, looking back at Toji, frowning when he transferred the canned goods to one arm while he picked up a bag and slung it over his shoulder. “You’re helping Y/N take in groceries?”

“Yep,” Toji huffed, moving the cans to his opposite arm just to pick up another bag. “Got home right when she did and saw all the stuff she got, so I thought I might as well give her a hand.”

“She’s not helpless,” Naoya grumbled, his hand tightening around the strap of his backpack, eyes skimming over the food you bought, curiosity eating away at him.

“Course not, but ain’t you the one who’s always whining about girls doin’ shit that a man should do?” Naoya frowned, cheeks burning under his cousin’s sharp gaze. “Well, guess what? Carrying in groceries is part of the man’s job. So why dontcha prove you’re a real man and grab the last of those bags for me?”

Fucking asshole, Naoya thought, but he still did as his cousin said and picked up the last three bags in the trunk. He pushed the lid down, making sure it clicked shut before he looked back at Toji. His cousin gave him a smile, nodding as he turned and walked to the front door of the building.

“Now get yer keycard ready. I don’t wanna carry this longer than I have to.”

You put the last of your frozen goods in the freezer before shutting the door, folding your cloth bag and placing it on the counter.

Okay, just three more trips to go, you thought with a sigh, already tired as you grabbed your keys and walked out of the apartment. You were fully prepared to trot back down the stairs to your car and get the canned goods next. It would be better to get the heavier stuff out of the way so you weren’t exhausted by the end—

You paused, furrowing your brow as you saw Toji reach your floor, carrying groceries that looked suspiciously like yours. After a moment or two of inspection, you confirmed that yes, they were your groceries.

“Oh, Mr. Toji, you really didn’t have to do that—”

“Who’s this ‘mister Toji’? You don’t gotta be formal with me, sweetheart, and I don’t mind helpin’ out.” He took several long strides to meet up with you, gazing down at you like you were a poor little mouse that had snuck into his room. “It’s always a pleasure to help lil beauties like you.” You let out a nervous giggle, praying that your embarrassment wasn’t noticeable as you played with your fingers.

“You flatter me.”

“I’m just bein’ honest.”

“Are you done flirting yet, or am I gonna have to carry this shit all day?” You whipped your head around, frowning when your eyes fell on Naoya and his usual scowl, but you didn’t grant him with the same in return. If anything, you looked right through him, as if he wasn’t there at all, barely processing when his angry gaze faltered and turned into disappointment.

“Actually, sure, how about you stand there for the next four hours and hold those bags straight out at shoulder height? It’d do you some good to gain some muscle.” You snorted slightly, covering your mouth and turning away, slipping past Toji and back to your apartment. Naoya’s face burned, his frown deepening as Toji smirked back at him.

“I work out enough. I don’t need your help,” he grumbled, trudging to meet up Toji as he followed you into your home.

“You sure about that? You’re lookin’ a lil scrawny to me. How much can you bench press?” Toji asked, placing the multitude of canned goods on your counter as well as the bags he was carrying.

“None of your business,” he snarled, putting his bags on the counter before glancing around your apartment. He’d never been to your place before—he had never bothered—but he found it very comfortable now that he was here. The furniture and decorations seemed to fit your personality, and he was a bit annoyed that he hadn’t suggested fucking at your place before you started hating him again.

“Ah, see? Sounds like you can’t lift for shit, dude.” Naoya rolled his eyes, turning back to his cousin with crossed arms, his gaze falling on you as you started pulling items out of your grocery bags. Toji followed his eyes, smirking as he looked back at him. “Look, I know you don’t see the point in lifting as much as me but think of it this way. If you can lift more, then you can pick up any pretty girls you like! Y/N, can I borrow you for a sec?”

“Hm?” you hummed, barely listening as you looked up at Toji. He held his hand out towards you, beckoning you to come closer. You furrowed your brow, taking a few steps towards him, gasping when his arm went around your waist.

“Watch and learn, dude.”

“Wait—” Toji leaned down, locked his arms under your ass and lifted you up without another word, causing you to yelp in surprise. You glanced around, legs kicking anxiously. “Don’t! Put me down; I’m too heavy!”

“Aw, you’re wounding my pride here, doll. I’m stronger than I look.” He tucked one forearm further underneath you, pulling the other one out and keeping you held up. “See? Ain’t nothin to worry about. You’re safe with me.”

Naoya couldn’t take it. Looking at the blatant flirtation happening in front of him made him want to vomit. He couldn’t stand to see his cousin flirting with whatever girl showed up in front of him, and with youno less. He pushed himself away from the counter, readjusting his backpack before giving one more dirty look and walking past the two of you.

“I’m going to study. Don’t be loud. I don’t wanna hear my neighbor whoring herself out to any guy who gives her attention.”

“Hey—”

Naoya slammed your door shut behind him, cutting off Toji’s sentence. He stomped to his apartment, hands shaking as he fumbled with his keys. It took him a moment to unlock it but once he did he rushed inside and shut the door hard. He rushed to his bedroom, closing and locking his door before dropping his bag. He shuffled to his bed, not bothering to kick off his shoes as he climbed on top. He grabbed his pillow, balling the cushion in his fists before bringing it to his face, screaming into it. He held onto the sound for as long as his lungs would allow, letting his throat burn as he reached his breaking point. He pulled it down a few minutes later, gulping down a breath and letting it free before punching the pillow into the bed. He grit his teeth as he slammed his fist down over and over, wishing he could feel the skin of his knuckles break, crimson pooling into his palm. He received no satisfaction for his bloodlust, but he did burn off a bit of the adrenaline pumping through him. He felt his throat close up the longer he hunched over his bed, chest heaving, eyes burning as tears began to well. He hated this. He hated his cousin, he hated you, he hated hated hated it to the point where he would rather take a sledgehammer to his knees than continue to go through this. How much longer was Toji supposed to be here? At least three, no more than ten days? It felt like an eternity already.

He slumped down to his sheets, unwilling to cry.

Naoya had never slept with so many different women in one week. Well, maybe during spring break, but definitely not during the school year, and definitely not within the last year or two. He had turned into an animalthe last few days, contacting random women he matched with on Tinder so he could find some sort of relief for the constant migraine he’d developed. He didn’t bother with courting, he didn’t even remember their names: he just needed a warm wet hole to let out his frustration on. Luckily, he was blessed with charm and good looks, so it wasn’t hard to find women who were willing to let him have his way with them.

He didn’t notice at first, but he’d been going after fat girls more. He blamed it on you: it was your fault for affecting his appetite in women, making him prefer softer, rounder girls who keened at the slightest touch. It wasn’t the same for some reason—why was it that their bodies weren’t as satisfying to the touch as yours?—but it did the trick, and he’d had at least one girl per day for the last few days.

He never took them to his apartment. The last thing he needed was to hear you and Toji bonding on the other side of his thin wall, your giggles ringing in his ears. All it would do is take him out of the experience—or worse, turn him on even more. He was already struggling to accept that you were essentially ignoring his existence at this point, but now he was trying to fill in your role with other thick girls.

They were never as good as you, their pussies never as wet or tight or as greedy for his cock. He found himself thinking about you even in the middle of fucking the life out of his toy for the day, her high-pitched moans riddled with pleas for him to slow down and have mercy, spurring him on more. He actually grunted your name as he came on one woman, merely rolling his eyes when she started crying as he got himself dressed. He didn’t think much of it, just blamed it on the fact that your name had been on his lips for so long. Old habits die hard, ya know?

But regardless of how much pussy he got—regardless of how good they felt or how satisfied he was with the entire interaction—his mind still wandered back to you. It wasn’t fair; you didn’t matter at this point. You weren’t fucking him so you had no use to him now, so why was he still thinking about you? Why did he still check his phone expecting you to text and beg him to come back, to forgive you for your behavior and give you another chance?

No, it wasn’t going to happen like that. He knew that he was technically the one at fault here—he was the one who insulted you when all you had done is show up in front of his door wearing a sundress and holding brownies—but what did you expect him to do in that situation? He couldn’t just admit in front of his cousin that you two were hooking up. He had a reputation to uphold, and the last thing he needed was his stupid disowned family member to start spreading rumors and making him look bad. What if his dad found out? What if his friends found out? He would rather have you hate him than be teased for fucking the same fat girl on a regular basis.

Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, about the heartbroken look you gave when he insulted you for the first time in months. It made his stomach twist uncomfortably, and he wished you would just forget it all happened so he wouldn’t feel so shitty anymore. Maybe then he could sleep soundly without dreaming about you almost nightly.

“You look like shit, bro.” Naoya sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he kept walking ahead of his “friends” (could he even call them that? All they really liked him for was his money).

“Have you been sleeping okay? You look tired.”

“Why don’t you two mind your goddamn business?” he snarled, his strides getting longer as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Oooo, someone’s mad.”

“Bet he hasn’t had sex in weeks—”

“For your information,” he snapped, glaring to the man on his right, “I’ve been getting more pussy than yall have seen in your life.”

“Okay?” one man snickered. “Then why are you so bitter? You act like you just got dumped.”

“Fuck you—”

“Jesus! What is your problem dude? It’s Friday: shouldn’t you at least be happy about that? C’mon, let’s go get a few drinks, pick up a couple chicks and—”

“I’m going home,” Naoya interrupted as he suddenly turned towards the exit doors of the building. “I’ve got a project coming up. Wanna make an outline before tomorrow.”

“Yeah right,” called out one friend as Naoya walked through the door. “You’re such a bad liar it’s not even funny—”

The door shut behind him, cutting off his friend’s insult. He hopped down the stairs two-by-two and jumped down the last three, ignoring his friend as he opened the door to yell after him. His words were garbled by traffic anyways.

Naoya’s classmates did have a point though: he was being ruder than usual. Maybe he just hadn’t found the right replacement for you yet. The girls he’d been with so far were okay, but no one stood out. They shared one or two similarities to you, but none were a good enough place-holder so far. There was one girl he had been chatting up all day whose breasts looked almost identical to yours, but he wasn’t sure if she’d put out tonight. That was the main reason he left campus and drove home right after his last lecture: he was hoping he could convince her to let him come over.

Naoya checked his Tinder messages again after he parked in front of his apartment, a smirk spreading on his lips when he saw an unread message from the cutie he was pursuing. He didn’t care for her face per say, but he wasn’t going to speak to her after tonight so he didn’t care too much about that. He walked up the stairs leisurely, reading the girl’s latest message with a frown, wondering how he could respond to sway her decision to his favor. Maybe he could ask for her number and send a dick pic; that usually persuaded women to let him smash.

He unlocked his apartment, sighing as he walked inside, freezing when he noticed the empty couch. For the last week and a half, Toji had been strewn across it whenever he wasn’t working or hanging out with you, spare pillow and a sheet draped over the cushions. But they were gone now, the chair absolutely bare. Naoya tried not to get his hopes up, glancing around for any other sign of him. His duffel bag was also gone, and his large boots were nowhere in sight.

Naoya’s suspicions weren’t confirmed until he looked at his kitchen counter, eyes widening at the sight of the fat envelope sitting on top. He dropped his bag, opening the stuffed paper, smirking when he saw a wad of cash inside. He sifted through it, counting around ¥ 250,000, a decent amount considering how annoying Toji was to deal with. There was a small note at the end of the pile, rushed scribbles difficult to distinguish.

Naoya,

Thanks for letting me crash at your place. Here’s your cut. See ya around

Toji

“Finally,” Naoya breathed, crumbling up the note and tossing it onto the counter, pulling out his wallet and stashing his earnings inside. It was about time that his stupid cousin leave. He’d been eating him out of house and home, not to mention ruining Naoya’s relationship with you and—

Wait…

You.

You were all alone now, no bigger man around to defend you from Naoya’s bullying or advances. You didn’t have that worthless mutt to distract you from his presence. This was the perfect chance, the best opportunity Naoya had to appease you and go back to your prior relationship. It wouldn’t be hard to make you like him again. Women were easy like that—all he had to do was apologize and bat his eyes a bit and promise to do better, and you’d go back to presenting yourself to him like a good girl.

He should shower first. And shave. It’d been a minute since he got rid of the annoying scruff that began to grow on his jaw. It was barely five, so he could get himself cleaned up and stop by with a bottle of soju by dinnertime.

So that’s what he did. He gussied himself up like a girl on prom night, cleaning every neglected inch of himself, even going so far as to brush his teeth and cut his nails. He needed to look presentable if he was going to win your affection back, so he had to put in a bit more effort.

By the time he was finished and outside your door with two small glasses and some soju, it was around six pm. Perfect timing.

Naoya knocked on your door three times, waiting to hear you hurry to the door. He did hear footsteps approaching, but you didn’t open the door, didn’t even ask who it was. Damn peephole, he thought as he cleared his throat.

“Y/N~” he cooed as sweetly as he could muster. “I know you’re there: I heard you on the other side. C’mon and open the door for me, yeah?” Silence still, an aching quiet that made Naoya’s frustration grow. He took a deep breath, letting it out as a forlorn sigh as he leaned against the wall. “Look, I know I was an asshole. I did a lot of shitty things, and I apologize for hurting you. I wanted to make it up to you, so I thought we could resolve things over a drink.”

He heard you unlocking the door, sliding the lock out of place before twisting the doorknob and finally showing yourself to him. He was already smiling, prepared to sweep you off your feet, but stopped dead in his tracks.

You were dressed up, at least in his eyes. Your hair was designed neatly, makeup highlighting your best features but still sensible enough that it didn’t look like an entirely separate skin. But what really caught his attention was your outfit: you wore a cute little bodycon dress, fabric clinging to your form and stopping just above your mid thigh, exposing your smooth legs. His eyes continued to trail down to the heeled sandals you were wearing, propping you up a couple inches, accentuating your legs and ass. It was too good to be true, almost like you knew he would be coming over. Why else would you be dressed up like a pretty little present for him to unwrap?

“What do you want?” you snapped, one hand still on the doorknob as the other rested on your hip. God, your hips. He hadn’t had a proper look at them in far too long, and all he wanted to do was grab them and squeeze and hear you squeak in response— “Helloooo? Are you gonna answer me?”

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” You scoffed, crossing your arms, pushing against those perfect breasts that he’d wanted his hands on for weeks.

“What exactly do you want, hm? You came over here with alcohol and you’re putting on a façade, so what are you trying to get out of this?” Naoya held up his free hand, the other holding onto the glasses and soju.

“Hey, I get it. You have no reason to trust me, especially after I treated you so poorly, but I just wanna make things right.” He put on his most sympathetic face, taking a step closer to you. “I shouldn’t have treated you so harshly; you didn’t deserve any of it. It’s just… well, my cousin Toji has never been my favorite. He’s always judged me and looked down on me, and I didn’t want him to think—”

“What? That you were fucking a fat girl?” Naoya’s eye twitched, but he still sighed and shrugged.

“I didn’t want him to look down on me for the relationship I had with you.” He braced himself as he grasped at little lies floating in his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “My family is fairly conservative, traditional if you will, and having sex outside of marriage isn’t something that would be accepted by them. I worried that if he had found out, he would tell them immediately and I would be cut off from them indefinitely. I can’t disappoint them—”

“Oh my God, you’re such a tool, Naoya,” you announced. Naoya blinked, shocked to hear you raise your voice at him in such a way.

It pissed him off.

You pointed a manicured finger at him, eyes furrowed in anger.

“You think you can just walk over here with your expensive wine and stupid Yeezy’s and expect me to accept your pathetic excuse for an apology that you are clearly pulling straight out of your ass? Hell no.”

“Tsk. How presumptuous of you—”

“No. I’m not dealing with this Naoya!” You began to close your door, glaring at him past the wood. “I’m not gonna sit around and take your shit anymo—”

“Hold on,” he snapped, blocking the door with his foot, bracing his forearm against it for added support. “So why’re you all dressed up, huh? You telling me you didn’t put on this outfit just to rile me up? You’re telling me you dressed up like a high-end escort just for fun?”

“First off, fuck you. Second, my reasons for dressing up don’t concern you, so you don’t—”

“Who is he?” You blinked, taken aback.

“Who’s who?”

“Him, the guy you got all pretty for. Women don’t doll themselves up unless they’re trying to impress a guy—”

“Oh my God, you’re insane—”

“—so who is it? Hm? Is it someone I know?” You hesitated, and Naoya noticed it, pupils sharpening as you sighed.

“Does it matter—”

“Of course it does.” Naoya pushed against the door, effectively making you lose your balance and stumble back as he walked in after you. “What if I had dumped you and then you found out I was fucking your mom?”

“What are you talking about?!” you almost shouted, frowning as he shut the door behind him and kicked off his shoes. “Hey, you’re not staying—”

“Yes I am. I gotta see what kind of sad excuse of a man is interested in you.”

“No, you—”

“Is it the gym rat on the fourth floor? Or that sad incel down the hall because I swear to God if you got dressed up for that pathetic white boy—”

“Naoya!” you shouted, fists clenched at you side. “Who I am seeing is none of your business!” Naoya scoffed, shaking his head slightly.

“So what’s gonna happen?” he continued, placing the soju and glasses on the counter, crossing his arms and leaning against it. “Is he gonna come pick you up for a little ‘romantic’ date, or are you just gonna blow him while he drives around the block?”

“What is wrong with you?” you hollered, hands beginning to shake. You hated how your emotions raced within you, forcing tears to prick at your eyelids, eager to spill while you struggled to control your breathing. “Why are you being so mean to me? I haven’t done anything to you—”

“Oh, sure you haven’t.” Naoya pushed off the counter, sauntering over to you. “You act like you’re so great, having an apartment and a job all on your own—”

“Jesus, not this again—”

“—and you think that people like you for that but they don’t. Guys see you and the only thing they think about is how your tits would look if you rode their dick.” He towered over you, making you curl into yourself in fear. “No man will give a shit about you unless you spread your legs for them. That’s all you’re good for.”

You felt your tears well, and you tapped your ring fingers against the inner corner of your eyes to try and quell the overwhelming desire to bawl your eyes out. You swallowed hard, struggling to keep eye contact with him as you sniffled softly.

“You’re… you’re wrong… there’s plenty of g-guys who like me and don’t want sex—” Naoya snickered, tossing his head back before looking down at you with a victorious grin.

“Oh really? Like who? Is the little boy who’s coming to pick you up taking you on a date because of your personality? I highly doubt it. Your only redeeming quality is your ass—”

You shoved him hard, making him stumble back. He stared at you incredulously, scoffing as he regained his footing.

“You’re wrong,” you spoke firmly, your bottom lip trembling, your resolve waning. “Toji always tells me how funny and nice I am—”

“What does he have to do with this?” You sniffed, using your knuckles to swipe at the edge of your eyelids, wiping off any indication that you were about to cry and finally meeting Naoya’s gaze. His eyebrows were screwed together, deep in thought. His face twisted as the silence grew between you two, realization gracing his features with each passing moment.

“You… he’s the one that’s supposed to take you out?” You crossed your arms, leaning back against the wall. He stared at you in shock, shaking his head slightly. You thought he was angry, appalled, but then he started laughing. It was just a chuckle at first, but then it grew into a full on guffaw, his arms wrapped around his middle as he hunched forward.

“What’s so funny?” you hissed, gripping your arms tightly as he struggled to calm down. He gasped for air, standing up straight and taking several deep breaths.

“Oh my God. You really are dumber than a box of rocks, huh? Jesus—”

“What are you talking about?” Naoya hooted once more, sighing as he met your gaze.

“You really think Toji, the King of Bachelors, was going to waste his time taking you out on a date?” You blinked, your blood running cold, body tensing.

“What… what do you mean?” Naoya rolled his eyes, taking a step towards you again.

“Toji has always been a piece of shit. The only time he was a decent human being was when he got married, but then he went back to his old self once she kicked the bucket.” Your lip quivered, hands clenched around one another, knuckles locking together and stopping the bloodflow.

“What are… what are you saying—”

“Jesus, how dumb are you, Y/N?” His hand found the wall beside you and he leaned down so he was eye level to you, a shit-eating grin plaguing his features. “Listen and listen good, princess: Toji has an unbreakable habit of going from girl to girl, taking what he wants and then leaving them with nothing. The only reason he was so nice to you was because he wanted to eat your food and fuck you. And since you clearly didn’t put out, he left you alone without a word.”

You could feel your skin begin to tingle, hands shaking as they grasped one another desperately. Your worst fears, your insecurities, everything you had worked to ignore was bubbling to the surface again, leaving you weak and defenseless.

“You… you’re lying—”

“Oh? You want me to go get the note that says he was leaving? Or the cash he left behind for me? Or better yet, let’s call him up on your phone. You’ve got his number! Give him a call and ask where he is, since you two have a ‘date’ or whatever.”

You didn’t want to move, worried that you would collapse after just one step, but your determination was still strong enough to give you courage. You took in a shaky breath, pushing past Naoya and stomping to your bedroom. You glanced over the bed, moving the sheets and grabbing your cell phone. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you crawled onto your bed, legs tucked underneath you as you brought up your messages with Toji. The last three were still unread, but you held onto hope as you clicked on his number, calling him. The phone rang once, twice, and by the fourth time you felt your heart sink. You gulped, eyes darting to Naoya who had appeared in your bedroom doorway. He still had that same shitty smirk on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossing. The phone continued to ring, and with each passing second you felt your heart sink lower and lower.

“The number you are calling is not available. Please try again—”

You hung up, lowering the phone to your lap, staring off into your room. You couldn’t believe it. No, it hadn’t been long since you met Toji, but he seemed so nice, so receptive. He flirted with you nonstop and acted so interested in everything you had to say, and for what? To fuck you? And when you didn’t give it up to him fast enough, he just gave up? Were all men like this? Or was it just everyone in Naoya’s family?

“Lemme guess.” Speak of the devil. Naoya plopped down on your bed, hands folded behind his head as he laid down beside you. “He blocked you.” You didn’t respond, and he hummed in response. “Just as I expected. Well, it’s your own fault for getting so attached to an asshole like him. I thought you were smarter than that! You shoulda known better than to get attached to a guy who goes from city to city doing God knows what for money—”

He stopped when he turned his head to look at you. Your mouth was turned downwards in an exaggerated frown, lip wobbling as you stared down at your bed. Big crocodile tears were streaming down your cheeks, creating lines in your makeup, effectively ruining it. Naoya cringed at the sight, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

“Are you crying right now?” You turned your face away from him, making him frown and glare. He sat up, staring at you in disbelief, scoffing. “You can’t be serious. You’re crying over him? Him? Don’t be pathetic, Y/N—”

“Please,” you mumbled, sinking down to the bed, your back to him. “Please just go.”

“Tsk. Don’t change the subject. Why’re you crying over him? He’s nothing but trash, a waste of space. You’re really gonna waste your time crying over a guy who never cared about you in the first place—”

“You made your point,” you choked out, kicking off your sandals and pulling your sheets over you. “I get it. I’m worthless. Just please leave me alone.” Naoya frowned harder, eyebrows furrowing as he crawled over your form.

“You’ve only known him for two weeks and you’re crying over him? He didn’t do jack shit for you, and yet here you are wasting tears on him.” He grabbed your chin forcefully, yanking you to the side so you were facing him. You whined, hiccupping on your sob as his eyes bore into you, fingers digging into your cheeks. “What’s the deal, huh? Is it because he’s taller? Stronger? Hm? What exactly made you fall head over heels with that asshole?”

“N-Naoya, stop—”

“He hasn’t done anything for you, so what are you crying about? He wouldn’t bother trying to get you wet before he fucked you, ya know, because he doesn’t care.”

“Naoya—”

“He wouldn’t buy takeout for you afterwards either.” You felt the covers slip off of you, his warm hand connecting with your waist, trailing down your hip. “He wouldn’t make sure you came before him. He wouldn’t make sure you were okay after he fucked you. He wouldn't buy the same stupid body wash just because you liked how it smelled.”

“S-Stop—”

“And yet you did so much for him.” His hand found your bare thigh, squeezing the plump flesh and sighing. “You shaved your legs for this stupid date. You never did that with me.”

You were still crying, squirming beneath him as he kept a vice-like grip on your jaw. He moved further on top of you, straddling your legs as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of your dress.

“You put in all this effort into your makeup and hair and outfit and he didn’t even show up. I wouldn’t have done that to you.” Naoya’s hand traveled beneath the stretchy fabric, pulling it along with him as he glided up your legs. “I would’ve shown up. Woulda taken you someplace real nice. He probably would’ve just taken you to Taco Bell and then made you pay.”

“N-Naoya, wait, don’t—” His hand moved further, pulling your dress up over your hips, exposing the rest of your thighs up to your tummy. Naoya stared for a moment before scoffing.

“Lace? You wore lace panties for him?” Your face burned with embarrassment as you squirmed beneath him, tugging down your dress again to cover yourself. Naoya grabbed your wrist, capturing the other and holding them in one hand as he pulled your dress up again. “There’s no reason to hide from me; I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.”

“Naoya,” you sobbed gently, struggling to pull your wrists free and failing. “P-Please stop. Just let me g-go.” He ignored your pleas, hiking your dress up higher, moving it past your tummy before tucking it over your breasts. Your skin prickled once it was exposed to the cool air, body shuddering for multiple reasons. You sniffled, looking back at Naoya once you heard him sigh, gulping when you saw how he stared down at you.

“You even got a matching bra.” His free hand trailed along the lace edge, skimming over your breast with his rough fingers. “You really planned this out, huh? Did you think you were gonna get lucky tonight?” His hand cupped your breast, giving it a lazy squeeze as you whimpered. “I bet you did. I bet you were hoping he would bring you back home and fuck you real good.” His hand gripped harder, making you cry out, trying to shake his hand off. “But he didn’t. He left you all alone without any kind of warning or remorse.” You hiccupped, still sobbing as his hand trailed down your waist, palming your hip. You felt bile building in the back of your throat, making you nauseous, making you want to curl up and die.

It wasn’t until he pressed his hand to your mound that you really started to panic.

“Let me go!” you yelled, thrashing in his grasp, trying to push him off. Your efforts were for nothing: Naoya was much stronger than you and kept you in his grasp with ease. You felt fear settle in your chest when he tugged at your white panties, pulling it down your hips, freezing.

“Oh my God,” he muttered, eyes wide, mouth hung open. “You even shaved your pussy for him—”

“What do you want, Naoya?! What kind of sick joke is this?!” He ignored you, brushing his fingers over your mound, marveling at the soft skin there.

“You’ve never shaved your pussy for me before…” His expression turned sour, eyebrows furrowed, lips tugging downward. “That’s not fair. I’ve done more than Toji ever has, but you never shaved for me once. What kind of bullshit is that? What’s he got that I don’t, hm? What makes him so special?”

“Naoya, please—j-just leave me alone, okay? I won’t ignore you anymore a-and I’ll be nicer and—”

He shushed you soothingly, caressing your upper pussy before dipping his thumb between your chubby lips. You gasped, flailing beneath him, whining in protest but he didn’t stop. He pushed further, finding your clit and circling it determinedly. You jolted involuntarily, hips pushing into the bed to try and run away from his touch, but he only followed you, pushing harder against your clit.

“N-Naoya, please—ah!” He flicked your clit faster, pushing his knees in between yours, forcing your legs apart. “No, Naoya, stop—”

“Shhh, calm down, princess.” His thumb was replaced with his palm, middle finger circling your puckered entrance. You sobbed, shaking your head, kicking at the sheets. You gasped when his finger pushed into you, biting your lip when he curled it instantly, hitting your sweet spot as his palm ground on your clit. “Tsk. Don’t bite your tongue, baby. You know I like to hear you.”

“You’re crazy,” you bawled, choking on your sobs and involuntary moans. “I-I don’t want this, this is rape, it—”

“Oh please,” Naoya groaned, pulling his finger out and holding it up to the light. “Look at how wet you are already. You can’t pretend like you don’t want this when you’re leaking like this.”

“That’s not how that works—”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s not rape if you like it.” Naoya ignored your continued protests, staring at the glistening slick covering his finger and palm, hesitantly bringing it to his lips and giving it a tentative lick. He pulled his tongue back in his mouth, engulfing his mouth in your essence before he wrapped his lips around his finger and sucked it clean. Who knew that a brat like you could actually taste good? Who knew that any woman’s pussy would actually taste good?

Naoya never thought he would want to eat a woman’s pussy, but he supposed there was a first time for everything.

Naoya held onto you tight as he rearranged the two of you. He was lying down in front of your cunt, underwear discarded as his forearms kept your legs open, hands still holding your wrists tightly. Despite your efforts, you couldn’t get out of his grasp, couldn’t wiggle away or hit him or run off. You were stuck there, completely at his mercy as he began nosing your mound.

“You’re awful,” you coughed, inhaling sharply when he pressed a soft kiss against your bare pussy. “You’re the worst. I h-hate you—uuuuu!”

Naoya’s tongue pressed between your folds, dragging from your clit down to your entrance, prodding at your soaked hole. You whined, clenching unconsciously, eyes squeezed shut as he traced your entrance languidly. He swallowed the slick that had gathered on his tongue, licking his lips and humming softly.

“You don’t taste too bad. Must eat a lot of pineapple, huh?”

“Fuck you,” you spit, glaring down at him, your streaked eyeliner making you less intimidating.

“So feisty,” he murmured, pressing his nose into your mound, moving his head back and forth until his mouth was on your clit. “Let’s see how you act once you cum a couple times.”

He kissed your clit, eyes softening when you keened and wiggled your hips, unsure if you were pushing closer or trying to run away. It didn’t really matter: he wrapped his lips around you regardless, sucking your clit into his mouth, savoring the twitch of your hips. It let him know that you really were enjoying yourself like he believed.

He wasn’t very good at giving head, to be honest. It was probably due to his lack of experience but he made up for it with sheer determination, keeping his mouth in an ‘O’ shape around your clit and sucking at it like a straw. You tried to disassociate as he ate your pussy, but he wouldn’t let you zone out for long, dipping his tongue into your entrance and slurping up the liquid gold spilling out of you.

It took a while to get you to your peak, but eventually your legs were tensing, thighs shaking against the sides of his face. Your protests had melted into disgruntled moans, your lip tugged between your teeth to try and calm you down, to somehow muffle your eager noises. Your fingers flexed, hands twisting in his grasp as you struggled not to cum on his tongue.

It was no use. Your climax rose higher and higher, ultimately causing you to tumble over and tremble as you came on his tongue. He lapped you up as you fell apart, moaning into your cunt as he did so. He slurped up every drop you gave him, pushing his tongue inside of you and swirling it around, trying to drink up as much of you as he could. Your whines turned high-pitched, almost needy as he went back to your clit. Your hands squirmed, arms struggling in their hold.

“If you’re good and don’t interrupt me,” he mumbled as he came up for air, “I’ll let your hands go.” You swallowed, tucking your chin to stare down at him, weighing your options.

“…F-Fine,” you grumbled, sighing once he released your wrists and grabbed your thighs instead. You gasped when he immediately went back to your clit, licking the bud quickly as you pawed at the sheets. “W-Wait, don’t—s-slow down—ah!”

This felt like revenge—at least to Naoya—holding you down and taking you however he pleased, showing you how foolish you were for pining after his stupid cousin when he was so much better. You didn’t need anyone else, just him. He could please you better than any of those other silly boys could, especially a no-good punk like Toji. He just needed to remind you how good he could make you feel.

It wasn’t until after your second orgasm that you relented, hands finding his hair, running through the two-toned strands and tugging whenever he hit your sweet spots. He was surprised to find that he liked it, liked being trapped between your plush legs, liked the warm soft skin of your thighs pressed against his cheeks. Maybe he’d have to do this again for you in the future—if you were good, that is.

“N-No, Naoya, stop, please, I-I c-can’t—” you blubbered as your third orgasm grew nearer, inching closer and closer as you tried to push him off. Naoya didn’t budge from his spot, keeping his arms locked around your legs as he worked his tongue against you. He could feel your walls fluttering around his tongue, his thumb circling your clit faster as he urged you to cum in his mouth once more. You protested, pushing at his head to no avail, hips bucking up into his mouth. “W-Wait, I ca-aaaann’tt!!”

Your body shuddered as you came once more, back arching off the bed as you squirted all over him. Naoya’s eyes widened, grip on your legs loosening as he removed his mouth, propping himself up on his elbows. He stared down at you incredulously, eyes darting from your cunt to your soaked thighs to the wet patch that was growing on your sheets.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, tilting his head up to gaze at you. “You squirted for me, baby.”

You were panting harshly, chest rising and falling frantically as you struggled to calm down. You could feel your pulse in yours ears, your head dizzy, eyes unfocused as your climax faded. You heard the faint shuffle of clothes as you stared at the ceiling, vision hazy as you swallowed thickly, moaning tiredly. You whimpered once Naoya’s fingers found your clit again, rolling it around gently.

“N-Naoya, please… I’m tired—”

“I know, princess, I know, but you’ve been such a good girl for me tonight.” You felt something firm and hot press against your entrance, panic running through you as you looked up at him. “Gonna let me put it in, right?”

“W-Wait,” you rushed, hands finding his shoulders, your brain still foggy from your post-orgasm bliss. “We need a c-condom—”

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby. I’ll pull out.”

“B-But what about STD’s—”

“Aw, baby. You’re the only girl I’ve ever fucked without a condom. Ain’t no need to worry.” He dragged the head of his cock along your folds, catching it against your clit, smirking when you mewled. “Just lemme make you feel good, princess. I promise, you won’t regret it.”

Naoya pushed the head in without another warning, making you gasp in response. You instinctually tightened around him, making him suck in a breath.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed as he pushed forward slowly, giving you time to adjust to his length. “Missed this sweet lil pussy so much. God, I shoulda fucked you raw sooner, you feel so fucking good—"

“Naoya, n-no, stop, pull out—”

“Shhh, relax baby. C’mere,” he hushed, bringing his lips down to yours, forcing you into a kiss. You moaned frustratedly, lips smashed shut as he tried licking into your mouth to no avail. He pulled away an inch, frowning down at you. “C’mon, baby, don’t be like that. Open up for me.” His thumb found your clit again, circling hypnotically and making you swoon. Your eyes rolled back slightly, mouth threatening to hang open but falling closed again. Naoya clicked his tongue, his nose pressing against your cheek.

“C’mon, Y/N. Be my good girl and open up. Lemme see that pretty pink tongue.” You whimpered when his thumb moved faster, hurtling you into a sea of pleasure, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over you. You gasped, mouth slightly ajar as you met Naoya’s gaze. “That’s it, open up a lil more… mm-hm, more… c’mon baby, open… open—there she is. There’s my good girl.”

Naoya’s lips found yours once more, swallowing your needy moans as he rolled his hips ever so slightly, grinding the head of his cock into your g-spot incessantly. You keened at the onslaught of attention, legs squeezing around his waist as his tongue swirled around yours. You could feel yet another orgasm building, and you knew that he could feel it too. He sped up just a bit, his free hand going down to squeeze your ass, making you mewl and buck your hips up into his. Naoya moaned into your mouth, pulling back with a guttural groan.

“Fuuuuck, that’s it, baby. Grind those hips on me just like that.” Your cries had long subsided, molding into desperate moans as you succumbed to your desires, rolling your hips into his. The two of you began a steady rhythm together, pulling back and pushing forward to meet each other, grinding your sex against one another. You hated to admit it, but it felt good, really good. Maybe two weeks had been far too long for you to go without sex, or maybe it was just because it was your shitty neighbor and not your vibrator. Regardless, the constant friction was lighting you on fire, your hips slowing as you chose to clench around his cock instead.

“Awww, are you getting tired already, baby? You want me to take over? Hm? Ya want Daddy to make you feel good?” You cringed inwardly at the nickname, but you were so eager to cum that you couldn’t be bothered to scold him for it. Instead you nodded, biting your lip and humming in agreement, much to his satisfaction.

“Good girl. You just lie there and let me do all the work, ‘kay?” He didn’t give you time to respond before he grabbed the back of your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest without warning. You wheezed slightly as your legs were folded into your chest, restricting your lung capacity. You would’ve complained about the new position, but Naoya had bottomed out inside you, knocking the air right out of you. You yelped at the pace he found, the new angle making you see stars, vision laced with white sparks. You were so enraptured by the drag of his cock along your inner walls that you barely processed him pulling your dress up over your head, struggling to unclasp your bra before pulling it off and tossing it over his shoulder.

“God, I missed your tits,” he groaned, palming them harshly, squeezing like he’d never get to touch them again. “Been thinkin’ bout these beauties all week. Shame on you for keepin em from me.”

“N-Naoya—ah!” He engulfed one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking hard, nibbling just a bit. The sudden attention on your breasts made your pussy pulsate around him, yearning for yet another release. “Naoya… p-please, I—hnng!”

“What’s the matter, baby?” he cooed, circling his tongue around your now perky nipple, staring you down all the while. “Does it feel good? You want somethin?”

“Mm… wanna c-cum…” Naoya sighed shakily at that, licking his lips before latching them around your nipple once more, giving it a good hard suck before pulling away with a wet ‘pop’.

“Oh yeah?” he replied, slowing down and readjusting himself so that he was pushing your legs further into you. You whined, struggling to move yourself underneath him, huffing when you couldn’t so much as wiggle in his grasp. He merely smirked down at you, running his tongue over his teeth. “You wanna cum, baby? Wanna cream all over this fat cock?”

“Mm-hmmm,” you moaned unabashedly, too frantic to cum to care about your pride. His smile only grew, eyes softening as he leaned down towards you, brushing his nose against yours.

“Yeah you do. You wanna squirt all over this dick, dontcha?” Whatever response you gave didn’t matter: his lips were on yours within a second, moaning into your mouth and drowning out your pleas for him to make you cum. Luckily, you didn’t need to beg. Within a minute he was rolling his hips into you again, the head of his cock dangerously close to your cervix, leaving you breathless. Your nails dug into his shoulders, scrambling down his back for some kind of purchase as he found a steady rhythm, fast and hard enough to leave you whimpering with each thrust.

“Mmmm… fuck, that’s a good girl,” he breathed as he released your lips, staring down between the two of you to watch your belly squish against his abs as he pounded into your poor cunt. “You always take my cock so well. Almost like you were made for me.” He sucked in a breath when your cunt clenched around him, smirking down at your lustful expression. “You like that, huh? You like it when you belong to me, my perfect lil princess? Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You whined, swallowing hard and gasping, chanting his name like a broken hymn as he sped up. His balls slapped incessantly against your ass, wet smacking sounds filling the room. Your slick was leaking down to the bed, soaking your ass and inner thighs. It was almost uncomfortable if not for the constant rhythm Naoya had maintained for the last… wait, how long had it been? Fuck, it could’ve been five minutes or an hour; you had no clue. You could barely focus on Naoya’s words let alone the passage of time.

“Never letting this pussy go again,” he groaned, tossing his head back as he did a few long strokes into you, quickly going back to his original pace. “Nobody’s gonna fuck you but me from this day forward, got it?”

You whimpered, giving a hurried nod as you felt your orgasm start to build, the coil in your belly winding tight at his words.

“Good girl. You’re all mine; nobody else’s. Fuck, you feel so good baby. Makes me not wanna pull out of this perfect pussy.”

The logical part of you should’ve scolded him for having that idea in the first place, but you were high on cloud nine, your cunt clenching at the mention of something so taboo. Did you want him to cum inside you? No, not necessarily, but the thought of him enjoying your body so much that he couldn’t help but stay inside while he came made you go wild. The resulting moan you let out and the prolonged tightening of your cunt was all the answer he needed.

“Fuck, you like that? Is that what you want, princess? Want me to cum inside instead? Want me to breed that tight lil cunt of yours?” You clenched around him again, trembling as your climax grew nearer. “Yeah, I know you do, baby. You want me to cum inside and make you all mine, huh? Want me to give you a baby and make you a mommy? Fuck, I’d take such good care of you, princess, you and our baby. Get you a big ole house with a dog and a picket fence—fuck, I’m close—anything you want, baby. You just give me a couple boys and I’ll do the rest, okay?”

His hand slipped between the two of you, thumb suffocating your clit as his hips moved faster, fucking deeper into you (if that was even possible at this point). It was just what you needed to push you over the edge, hurtling you towards your peak so quickly you began to panic. You came hard, scratching along his back and shoulders, crying out as he continued bullying your cunt. The resulting pleasure was so intense it brought tears to your eyes, mouth hung open in a silent scream as he kept going, groaning into your chest.

“God, yes, yesyesyesyesyes, fuck! Gonna cum in you, gonna get you pregnant, fuck, you’re gonna be so pretty all round with my kids—”

You hiccupped, letting out a strangled moan when he bit down on your breast. He groaned loudly, hips stuttering, hands clawing at your plump flesh desperately as he came to a stop. You felt his cum fill you up, hot and thick liquid gushing into your spongey cunt, stuffing you to the brim. He gave a lazy thrust or two as he sucked on the bite he made, licking it as some kind of apology. He sighed into your skin, lifting his head a moment later, foggy eyes meeting yours.

“You… you okay?” he breathed, blinking slowly up at you. You were still breathing heavily, but you nodded anyways, tongue thick and dry. He sighed when you answered, lifting himself up just so he could reach your lips, kissing you gently. It was the softest kiss he had ever given you, tender and light, as if you were made of porcelain. You relaxed as his lips molded with yours, your eyes drooping heavily until you couldn’t open them back up.

It was dark when you woke up. You were on your stomach (when did you turn over?), sweating underneath your heavy comforter. You shifted slightly, instinctually tightening around whatever was inside you, earning a groan from the figure beneath you.

“If you keep doing that,” Naoya grunted, hands finding your hips to still them completely, “I’m gonna get hard again.”

Holy shit, his sleepy voice was deep, gruff and sensual. You’d never heard him like that before. It made your eyes open further, hands finding his chest, steadying yourself as you pushed yourself up to a seated position. You were somewhat hazy, but you were able to lean towards your nightstand, turning on your bedside lamp.

You both squinted when the light came on, eyes struggling to adjust to the new harsh lighting. You blinked a few times, looking down at the man lying underneath you, finally realizing that his dick was still inside you. You hated to admit it, but he looked pretty handsome after just waking up, his features still soft from slumber.

“…You slept over?” you asked rhetorically, rubbing at your eyes. He scoffed, hands kneading your plump waist, grinding you gently against him.

“Of course I did. Couldn’t just leave you all alone after you passed out from me fucking you.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, covering his mouth half-heartedly as your body burned with embarrassment. He merely chuckled, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away, kissing at your palm.

“Are you alright? I didn’t fuck you too hard, did I? I almost thought you died there—”

“I’m fine,” you huffed, yanking your hand away and glaring down at him. “Why didn’t you at least clean me up? I can feel your cum still inside me.” Naoya shrugged, his signature, shit-eating grin spreading across his lips.

“Wouldn’t that ruin the point of cumming inside? Gotta make sure my seed takes.” You blinked slowly, narrowing your eyes down at him.

“Naoya… what are you trying to say—”

“I hate the thought of having a shotgun wedding,” he continued, ignoring what you asked, staring at your stomach as he rubbed it gently, “but desperate times call for desperate measures. We can have a ceremony at one of my family’s hotels so at least that’s covered, but we should get you fitted for a dress soon so we can get married before you start showing—”

“Woahwoahwoah—” you rushed, eyes wide as you covered his mouth again. He furrowed his brow, mumbling something into your hand as you replayed what he said in your head. “Hold on… Do you… Naoya, you do realize that I’m on birth control, right?”

Silence permeated the room, growing thicker with each passing moment. Naoya’s eyes widened just a bit, mouth slightly ajar as he began to blush from his chest to the tips of his ears.

“…What? Since when?”

“What do you mean ‘since when’? I’ve had an IUD for years!”

“But—” Naoya huffed, propping himself on his elbows as he scowled at you. “If I couldn’t get you pregnant, then why did you always make me wear a condom?!”

“I don’t know where your dick has been! I wasn’t gonna risk getting some kind of infection or disease because of you.” He scoffed, fists clenching at his sides as he simmered angrily. You kept eye contact, thinking over his words carefully, a smile tugging at your lips. “Wait… so when you said all that shit during sex, it wasn’t just dirty talk? You actually wanted to get me pregnant?” He blushed darker, skin turning a brilliant scarlet as his face twisted ever so slightly. “Oh my God, you did—”

“Shut up,” he hissed, pushing at your hips. “Get offa me, I’m leavin—”

“Awww, don’t leave, Naoya,” you cooed, pushing down at his chest, forcing him to the mattress. “I thought you wanted to make me a mommy and take care of me—”

“Shut up—”

“Oh my, I can feel your dick getting hard—”

“STOP—"

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The Match - Part 10

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam helps you out in planning for the launch while Bucky is away.

Word Count: 4.2k (woopsies)

Warnings: SMUT is back, angry unprotected sex, spitting, a tiny hint at scratching and choking, some hurtful words thrown in yada yada yada, kinda intense asjkcackansk

A/N: STRAP THE FUCK IN BECAUSE WE BOUTTA RIDE A DAMN ROLLERCOASTER OMG I’m nervous for this because I found this part very intense while writing it. And I hope it comes across as that to y’all as well because my fingers ached from how hard I was typing this part lmfao. Team Bucky vs Team Reader/Team Sam here we goooo sksksk enjoy

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

You didn't accept Sam's invitation to connect in LinkedIn. Not yet. But it did give you several ideas, like maybe submitting a resignation letter? Get away from Bucky and his toxic ass? He has Mackenzie now, he can easily have her take over your position anyway.

However, you were also torn because you loved your job at Bucky's company. It paved way for you to improve your skills and you experienced a lot of growth too. And well, Bucky's there too but god, you hated him right now. As much as you wanted to wave the white flag, you didn't feel like it was the right thing to do.

You wanted Bucky to learn that not everything he wants, he can easily get. And Mark was right, that you weren't just a trophy employee or whatever. You were so much more than what Bucky probably thinks of you.

And you were going to prove him that.

"Hey, Bev. Can you ring up your boss for me? Tell him I want to go over some of the plans I made for the launch before I discuss it with Mackenzie tomorrow." you asked.

Beverly was about to lift the phone up when an unexpected visitor arrived. None other than Sam Wilson himself.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but did I hear you correctly? You've already made some plans for the launch?" he asked with interest.

You chuckled, "Sort of. Well, it's a rough draft of my ideas. I just thought it would be nice to get a headstart." you admitted.

Sam nodded and was about to say something when Bucky stepped out of his office, his brows furrowing upon seeing you and Sam conversing. Bucky eyed you before glancing over at Sam, patting his shoulder gently as a greeting.

"You checking up on us or what?" Bucky teased with a chuckle.

Sam shook his head, "Not really. Well, kinda. I figured that another presentation would be unnecessary, I mean. I'd love to work on the launch with your team instead of being on the sidelines for approvals." he admitted.

You shrugged, "I think that's a great idea too. Less time to waste, less back and forth." you pitched in.

Bucky frowned a bit, his jaw clenching at how you backed up Sam immediately. "That's fine, but I have a meeting in a few. Might last the entire day. Mackenzie won't be here until tomorrow too." he said.

"She and I can discuss her plans today and maybe I can pitch in some of my ideas too. She can present them tomorrow to you and Kenzie." Sam suggested, gesturing over to you.

Bucky stared at you and Sam alternately, his hands balling into fists at his sides. You could see his internal struggle about leaving you and Sam to discuss about the launch, without his presence.

You lifted up the folder in your hand, "I wanted to go over these plans with you but I didn't know you have a meeting. Sam and I can just refine these today, would save us a lot of time. We don't want to be rushing anything for this project at the last minute." you told him.

Bucky swallowed but nodded anyway, albeit with hesitation, "Yeah. Of course. I'll just catch up on the both of you later."

And with that, Bucky walked away but not without sparing you and Sam one final glance. His eyes met yours for a brief moment and you weren't sure, but you saw a flash of worry in his eyes before it was immediately replaced by his usual stern, ice-cold gaze.

You turned to Sam with a smile, "We can discuss in the conference room." you said and led the way.

The planning was seamless and you were surprised that you had so much fun exchanging ideas with Sam, to the point of almost forgetting about lunch break. It was quarter past noon when the both of you realized that it was way past lunch time.

"Do you want to grab lunch or order something instead? I honestly hate working lunch, just so you know." Sam said with a laugh.

You groaned, "I hate that too, honestly." you admitted with a chuckle.

Sam nodded, "Great, we can head out for a quick lunch?" he asked.

It didn't even cross your mind to hesitate, so you immediately agreed and even asked if you can take Beverly with you. You'd grown somewhat attached to her in the short time you've known her. Poor kid was being treated like an outcast by the other office girls. She always waited for you to have your lunch break too, especially that Mark has been pretty busy lately.

Sam was kind enough to agree about including Beverly for lunch. The two of you were about to head out of the conference room when Beverly peeked in, worry etched all over her face.

"I need your help." she whined, "I think I messed up Sir James' schedule. Mister Nakajima is on the phone and said that he's going to be an hour late for a meeting today. I forgot about Sir James’ meeting with another company today!" she explained, almost close to tears.

You rushed over to her and held her shoulders, "Hey, calm down. Did you tell Mister Nakajima?" you asked.

"I did and he got mad at me! Today is his only free day and he said that if he doesn't meet up with Sir James, the deal is off." Beverly said, stomping her foot on the ground.

You heaved out a sigh, knowing that the deal was very important. Mister Nakajima owned an auto manufacturing company which produces world-class materials for cars. Bucky had been working on convincing Mister Nakajima to be his permanent supplier for quite a while now. Big fucking deal.

You looked back at Sam, "Hey, I'm sorry. Can you give me a couple of minutes?" you asked with an apologetic expression.

"Take your time." Sam nodded with a smile.

You went over to Beverly's desk and took over the phone call, without knowing that Sam trailed behind you. He watched you carefully as you talked to Mister Nakajima, your demeanor calm yet confident.

"Hi, Mister Nakajima. I'm the company's Marketing Head and I would like to apologize for the mix up. Bucky has been working really hard on improving the quality of our products, he's been in meetings in and out. That being said, would it be alright if I take over this afternoon's meeting instead? Bucky worked on an amazing presentation and I honestly would love to go over it with you and just show you how this partnership would be beneficial for both our companies." you asked.

Fortunately, you were able to appease Mister Nakajima while also saving Beverly's ass for her honest mistake. As soon as the call was done, you reassured Beverly that everything was fine now and that you'll take care of Bucky. By the time you looked back at Sam, he was merely smiling at you.

"You're really good with people."

Lunch break passed by quickly, with you, Sam and Beverly engaging in all sorts of conversations. Even Beverly felt comfortable being around his presence. He mainly talked about his experiences at his first job, giving Beverly a couple of tips on how to navigate through the corporate world.

Sam was very kind.

The planning resumed after lunch and by the time Mister Nakajima and his associates arrived, the launch plan was pretty much refined with a lot of details. Sam excused himself to give you time to meet with Mister Nakajima, however, he said he'll be staying until Bucky comes back.

Presenting to Mister Nakajima made you nervous as fuck, especially that he didn't really work closely with you which might affect his decision. Luckily though, you knew Bucky's presentation like the back of your hand due to the fact that he had gone over it with you for a couple of times back when the two of you were still, well, fucking around.

Ah, the good old days.

The meeting with Mister Nakajima went perfectly well because as soon as you were done with the presentation, the old man simply asked for the contract to seal the deal. Although it wasn't you who actually worked on the deck, you had a sense of fulfillment. You were proud of yourself and you couldn't wait to dangle it right in front of Bucky's face.

"Thank you so much, Mister Nakajima. We are excited for this partnership." you said happily as you led him and his associates out of the conference room, just as when Bucky arrived.

He looked confused when Mister Nakajima greeted him happily, shaking his hand and telling him how good his presentation was. Bucky looked over at you, as if asking what the hell was going on. You merely shrugged and headed back inside the conference with Sam.

Bucky followed shortly and for some reason, he looked agitated. He was about to speak up when Sam beat him to it, giving him a hard pat on the back.

"The launch event is gonna be really good." he said confidently before glancing at you.

"You're lucky to have her, Bucky." he said before bidding goodbye, giving you one last look and a wink as well, something that Bucky immediately noticed.

When Sam left, so did the light atmosphere inside the conference room. Bucky turned to you with a scowl, his footsteps rushed and heavy as he approached you.

"What the hell happened with Mister Nakajima?" he asked gruffly.

You smiled as you handed him an envelope, "The partnership is a go. He signed the contract and his team will be keeping in contact with us and our factory soon." you explained proudly.

Bucky took the envelope from your hand and went through the contract before placing it back on the table. "I thought my meeting with him isn't until Friday."

"Beverly mixed up your schedule and before you even reprimand her, give the girl a break. It's her first job and with the amount of meetings you've been having, mix-ups are inevitable. What matters now is that I took over the presentation and Mister Nakajima signed the contract." you explained with nonchalance.

Bucky shook his head, "The end does not justify the means." he said. "Beverly should have been careful. My schedule is not a joke and if I miss another important meeting, that can fuck up the entire company."

You rolled your eyes, "Calm down, Beverly surely learned from today's mistake. It's done. The deal is on. Everything is peachy. The launch details have been planned out, Sam is happy with it. All I have to do is to secure your and Mackenzie's approval for it and then we can start with the execution. You're welcome." you said all in one breath, handing Bucky a USB containing the details of the launch.

You brushed past Bucky to leave the conference room but you were immediately pulled back with his hand around your arm. He looked down at you with an angry look on his face, almost fuming. You couldn't understand why the fuck he was so aggravated with you today. Sure, he had been testing your patience lately but it was the first time he actually looked like he was going to snap.

Not at the situation, but at you.

"Are you trying to impress Sam? Taking on my responsibilities while he's around?" he asked, eyes narrowing at you.

You scoffed, unable to believe what Bucky was accusing you of. Pulling your arm back, you took a step back and looked at him with disgust. "You're unbelievable, Bucky." you said.

"Had I not stepped in, we would have lost the deal. You promoted me for a reason, and I believe part of it is my leadership skills. And no, I'm not trying to impress Sam. I'm simply doing my fucking job." you hissed and tried to side step Bucky, only for him to block your way.

"Did he offer you a position in his company? What the fuck was the wink all about?" Bucky accused yet again.

"Oh my god, Bucky! You're blowing things out of proportion. He didn't. We talked about the event. That's it." you explained, pinching the bridge of your nose because Bucky was getting on your very last nerve.

Bucky had been fucking with you too much now and you could feel the last bits of your composure slowly slip away with every word that was coming out of his mouth. Coming for your job was one thing, but accusing you of flirting your way to another company? That was a low blow.

"Don't lie to me, I saw the notification on your phone the other day. Seems to me like Tinder matches don't work for you anymore, you moved on to LinkedIn now to find connections instead?" he asked and that particular statement struck a certain nerve.

You let out a bitter scoff, "Do you even hear yourself, Bucky? At least Sam was being professional and didn't use Tinder to hire a fucking consultant to threaten my damn job!" you slipped, unable to hold back.

The look on Bucky's face was a whirlwind of emotions-- shock, wrath, exhaustion-- and you felt like you were supposed to get scared. Gone were the blue orbs that used to make you feel safe, his eyes only held anger in them. And the thing was, your eyes looked the same as you held Bucky's gaze.

You were so fucking tired of everything, of Bucky.

"How did you-- it doesn't matter." Bucky said, shaking his head. "How much did Sam offer you?" he asked.

Your jaw dropped at the implication of Bucky's statement, "You are a fucking asshole, Bucky. Sam didn't offer me a fucking job. You really don't listen, Bucky. You never listen." you huffed out exasperatedly.

"Okay, maybe he hasn't laid down his offer yet. Perhaps, you let him fuck you too?"

Your vision blacked out upon hearing that and by the time you regained your senses, all you could feel was how your palm stung. You had walked up to Bucky and slapped him right across the face, hard enough to make the corner of his bottom lip bleed. Your entire body was trembling from rage as you stood in front of Bucky.

He tilted his head as he wiped the blood off from his lip, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes. And then his hand gripped your neck, tugging you close for a bruising kiss. You grunted against his mouth and pushed him away, slapping him again. Before Bucky could even recover, your fingers wrapped around his tie pulling him down to you for another kiss.

Walls crumbled down, tension was broken and needs were being fulfilled. The rush of emotions blurred the line between fury and lust with the latter obviously winning. All you could think about was the throb that you suddenly felt within your core begging for relief.

Relief that was denied from you for the past few weeks of playing cat and mouse with Bucky.

And with the way Bucky was kissing you, you knew he felt the same. It had been too long and both your minds were too hazy to even care that it was only five in the afternoon and that there were employees working just outside the conference room.

Was the fear of getting caught going to stop you? No, not now. Because you needed release and you were sure as hell going to get it. This wasn't like the other times you and Bucky fucked. You didn't care about Bucky at the moment, how he felt or what was going on in his mind. You just needed to release all your pent up emotions and you were going to use Bucky to get what you need.

Bucky pushed you against the table, your tailbone hitting the edge with such force that made you groan from pain.

"Yeah, why don't you make some noise so everyone can see how fucking needy you are for me?" Bucky growled, gripping your face with one hand, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as his other hand bunched your skirt up to your waist.

You let out a chuckle, "I'm not the one going to make noise here." you warned before reaching down to palm his erection.

Bucky hissed and bit his lip hard to prevent himself from eliciting a moan. His jaw ticked as he squeezed your face tighter, forcing you to open your mouth as his eyes scanned your features.

"Watch your fucking mouth, baby. I still own you, you're fucking mine." he said through gritted teeth, his eyes lidded as he looked down at you like a predator.

You kept your mouth closed but as soon as Bucky's fingers found your damp panties, you weren't able to stop your whimper. Bucky took the opportunity and spit in your mouth before crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss. It was all tongue and spit, the way he kissed you as his fingers rubbed at your folds through the thin fabric of your underwear.

He kissed you like he owned you.

"I'm not yours, Bucky." you said as your hands quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his hard cock from the confines of his boxers.

The groan that reverberated from Bucky's chest as you stroked him made you smirk. His hand on your face slid down to your neck, holding you tightly as he pushed aside your underwear and then he slid into you with no prior warning. The lack of foreplay made it hurt when he bottomed out, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure when Bucky started moving his hips against yours.

No words were further exchanged from then on. Only soft whimpers and hushed grunts could be heard. However, it was clear that even up until now, there was competition. You didn't want to make noise, didn't want to lose to Bucky. You didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing how fucking good he was making you feel right now, with how each drag of his cock was making your toes curl inside your heels.

Your hands held onto his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the table, the fabric of his suit bunching up against your fingers. Bucky kept his gaze on you and not once did you falter, not even when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, almost punching the air out of your lungs.

Bucky held the back of your thighs and lifted you up, sitting you on the edge of the table and bending forward so he could angle his cock in a way that you would feel it deep within you. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, one of your hands scratching at his jaw as he continued to pound your sopping cunt.

"God, fucking missed this pussy. Can feel you clamping down on my cock, you gonna cum soon?" he asked, pressing the tip of his nose against yours.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the wanton moan that Bucky pounded out of you. Not wanting to be the only one to make noise, you clenched around him hard. Bucky let out a growl at how your walls squeezed his cock, his balls tightening as his own orgasm approached.

"Cum for me, Bucky." you whimpered, tipping your head up to lick at Bucky's mouth as your legs tightened around his waist to pull him deeper into you.

Bucky exhaled heavily through his nose, the veins on his neck popping out as he fucked your harder on the table. He kept his hand wrapped around your neck while the other held onto your waist so tight, you could feel his fingers digging deep into your skin. Even with your clothes on, you were sure that you'll be getting bruises from how hard his grip on you was.

"Go on, Bucky. Want your cum inside, want to feel you fill me up again." you moaned against his parted lips, darting your tongue out to taste his mouth.

The needy tone of your voice sent Bucky to the edge first. He uttered a string of curses under his breath as ropes of his cum painted your walls with their warmth with triggered your orgasm. Your body convulsed as waves of pleasure ran through your veins, starting from your fingertips down to your toes. Bucky kissed you and swallowed your moans as his thrusts slowed down.

It took a while for the both of you to recover from the intense fucking. Bucky nuzzled your neck with his nose, his heavy breaths warming up your sweaty skin. There was a short moment of peace that followed, the tension gone and was replaced by a heavy feeling.

You swallowed hard and slowly regained your senses. The release cleared your mind and the memories of the heated exchange from earlier were quick to come back. Bucky's accusations echoed in your ear and they were so clear it almost felt like he was saying them to you again.

Suddenly, you doubted Bucky's intentions when he promoted you. Was he really impressed of your skills at work or was it because you let him fuck you?

"Get off of me." you said, pushing at Bucky's chest until he straightened up.

Ignoring the emptiness you felt when his cock slipped out of you, you hopped down from the table and started fixing yourself. In the many times you had slept with Bucky, it was the first time that you felt disgusted with yourself.

You turned your back to Bucky as you adjusted your underwear, pulling down your skirt and pressing your palms against the fabric to iron out the creases. Your breath was heavy as you processed what had just happened. And just like that, your reserve broke and the strong facade you had built crumbled down into pieces, leaving you vulnerable.

"Hey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Bucky suddenly asked when he heard your sniffing, the darkness in his features gone.

His eyes were back to blue and there was nothing but genuine concern when he saw the tears in your eyes. Bucky tried to approach you but you quickly backed away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself as protection.

"Did you hurt me?" you scoffed. "In more ways than one, Bucky." you quickly added, wiping away your tears hastily with the back of your hand.

You were about to walk out of the conference but decided that it was probably time for you to actually speak up about everything. How you felt for him and how much you hated him for coming at you like that.

"I was going to admit that I like you. I thought about it and figured that I was too proud and a bit selfish for not considering your feelings when I rejected you." you explained.

Bucky blinked in confusion, "What? When?"

You shrugged, "The day you brought in Mackenzie. And I was more hurt than mad that you did that. Because you knew how much this job means to me and you had used it against me. You basically took advantage of my weakness, for what? To get me to cave in? Even when I clearly told you how fucking scared I was of the consequences of whatever kind of relationship we have?" you huffed out.

You didn't allow Bucky to speak, not yet. Not until you were done making him understand why you had been so hell-bent on keeping things professional.

"I wasn't born into a rich family like you, Bucky. I had to work my way up to where I am. Unlike you, I have a family to support and if I lose this job, it's not only me who would suffer. And it won't be easy for me to find another one, not after the reputation I'd have once we get busted." you further explained.

"I told you about it so many times and I wish you listened. Because maybe we could've figured shit out. Or I don't know, maybe the fucking was too good and you only wanted me for that." you shrugged.

Bucky quickly shook his head, "No. God no, you're more than that."

You chuckled again, a fresh wave of tears flooding the corners of your eyes. "It most definitely felt like it when you accused me of fucking Sam."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Let me explain, please? I didn't mean to, I was too--"

"No, Bucky. You didn't listen to me when I told you how I felt about us. Now you're going to know how it feels to not to get what you want." you sternly said before walking over to the door.

You turned back at Bucky and refused to let his expression get to you. He looked devastated, his eyes glassy from the tears he had been holding back, his lips parted as he finally realized what he had done.

"Expect my resignation letter by tomorrow. As soon as we're done with the launch, I'm out."

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Title: pretty eyes [short story] Pairing: Gojo Satoru x gn!reader [soulmate au; takes place eight years before the yuuji and sukuna fusion] Genre: josei, romance, fluff, comedy, and your normal tragic angst!

Summary: in which the right eye is mine and the left eye is yours and when we meet for the first time, you see your own eyes staring back at you. Warnings: language, blood, minor manga spoilers, mild ooc gojo and death

Notes: can we all just sit down admire satoru? Like the eyes man, the attitude omg... Ah im so sorry in advance if hes ooc here sksksk it is my first time to write about any jjk characters and I havent fully grasped them yet despite reading the manga anyways i wont be online next week and tomorrow so i decided to publish this ahead of time. ily all and again thank you for the love and support, it does mean a lot *bows down* see you all again when i’ve got time? jskskss i fucking hate college and online classes, satoru save me please soulmate au’s [not read in any particular order nor are they connected, they just share the same trope] Pretty eyes [gojo vers.] || lasting blues [toji vers]

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“Pretty.” were the very first words you uttered in complete awe as you saw yourself in the mirror and no, this wasn’t directed to your physical appearance. It was directed to your left eye, the eye of your soulmate.

Contrasting to your normal boring color on the right, your soulmate’s eyes were ethereal and unreal. How could someone have such pretty eyes? It was completely surreal at that point that you refused to believe that someone with these eyes were actually human.

You placed one hand and gently caressed the left side of your face where the pretty eye rested, “You must be an angel.” you muttered, “Only angels have pretty eyes.”

Thus like every child you gave your soulmate a nickname, ‘pretty angel’ and every night before you slept, you’d wonder out loud how your pretty angel was doing, if they were nearby, or anything like that. You wonder what type of food they like, do they like to leave the window open for a cool wind or do they like their chocolate hot or iced.

Yet as you grew older, the pretty angel faded out into your thoughts. The pretty idea of soulmates and love disappeared like the story books you read as a child. The pretty blue eyes on your left is forgotten as life takes a toll on you.

They say death was inevitable, when your mother died in middle school, you watch as your father’s left eye turn to your mother’s color. You watched as he clenched her hand, like it was some last resort of plea. You watched him cry as he passed by the mirrors and you wondered, would it hurt like that too?

It baffles you how beautiful and cruel the soulmate system was.

How every time your father would stare at his own reflection, his left eye would be nothing but a reminder of your dead mother.

You let out a second meek cough in the quiet bookstore that night, the sounds of the car passing by were nothing but quiet noise to you as you immerse yourself in the literature book you were reading, your students would surely love this one.You let out another cough as you turn around to find a small space to read since standing for too long made you tired too quickly.

You’re too enchanted by the words of the author that you don’t even notice the rather tall man in front of you.

You look up, ready to give a quiet apology but stop short when you notice how ethereal the stranger looked. Albeit he wore a pair of weird Lennon shades at this time of night, he reminded you very much of an angel with his snow white hair.

You don’t even notice how your left eye is returning back to it’s normal color, the stranger does though and it surely was odd to see his eyes on a stranger.

“Well,” the stranger has a shit-eating grin decorating his handsome features, he definitely looked like trouble for sure, “This is unexpected.”

He lowers his shades and your eyes immediately widen as you suddenly cup the left side of your face, you’d recognize those unique eyes anywhere, after all, you had those on your left eye since you were born, “Y-You.” you muttered, the shock momentarily eating you up.

“Yeah, me.” He grins, loving the sudden attention, “Wow, I was expecting something like fireworks or flowers to appear.” He suddenly teased, bending down to your level.

Now that you notice it, he was very, very tall.

“I…” You blink, trying to gain your composure, “Wow…”

“Did I pass your expectations?” it’s been a few minutes since you started talking and all he has been doing is teasing you.

“You do look like an angel.” You complimented and his eyes widened at the rather out-of-place compliment, “Your eyes are very pretty, thanks for letting me borrow them for twenty-two years.”

Gojo Satoru thought he had the upper-hand, after all, you looked quite meek but when you said those compliments, he was sure that you were going to be the teasing one in this whole-soulmate thing.

So he tries to one up you.

“I’m Satoru Gojo but you can call me tonight.” He grinned, trying to tease you once again, the corny pick up line sounds suave but your blank expression says otherwise.

“I’m Y/N L/N and think I should call you in the morning, it is quite late right now and I still have classes at eight am.” You mumbled, looking down at your watch, “How about you just walk me home, then?”

“Okay.” Satoru immediately raises his hands, signaling that he was giving up, “First off, you should be more hyper aware that I may be a serial killer.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Are you a serial killer?” you repeat, “That would be awfully disappointing if my soulmate was one since I’d immediately give you up on the police. I’m not interested in being in a Bonnie and Clyde type of thing and I think it’s too early for me to die.”

“You’re very upfront about these sorts of things.”

“Well, you’re very teasing for someone who just met their soulmate a few minutes ago.” you shrug, “So, are you going to walk me home or not?”

“Ah, bossy too. I love the attitude already.”

“We’re spending our whole lives together. You might as well get used to it.”

You’d think the idea of soulmates would scare you after the firsthand experience with your parents but curiosity always got the best of you and the white-haired man proved that maybe it would be different this time.

Throughout the few months you’ve spent with him, You’ve noticed that Gojo Satoru and you may be alike in some ways but in most ways, he was different.

First, he was enigmatic. You’ve known the man for a couple of months now and you’ve been going out on dates but you don’t know much about him except that like you, he’s a teacher at a good school and he tends to be conceited when he talks about his personal skills as a teacher.

“...What are you doing?” Satoru asked, peeking from behind your shoulder as you type in the grades of your student for your class.

“I’m grading my students.” You muttered, it was after dinner at your place and he was lazing around your place, the sound of faint jazz music could be heard throughout your small space and the wafting smell of freshly baked brownies filled the room, “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something since you're a teacher?”

Satoru quirks a brow as if you had said something odd then it seemed like realization had dawn upon him at that moment.

“Ah, I’m not doing much since my students are on break.”

“Didn’t you say that last time?”

Silence filled the room and Satoru breaks it off with his very famous ‘heh’ that made you inwardly roll your eyes and chunk the pillow that you’ve been hugging towards his direction, “Stop slacking off, you’re a teacher.” You scold him mildly, followed by a small cough.

“Ah, Y/N-chan. You’re so mean to me,” He frowned, handing you the mug filled with water, “...No fair.”

“You're a teacher and you’re slacking off.” You deadpanned, ignoring his sly ways of trying to get you in his arms, “How is that even fair?”

“My students can handle themselves so well that I don’t need to babysit them.” He hmphed, arms crossed and head held up high in a rather arrogant manner. You could only only scoff back a reply at his rather haughty attitude but you’ve gotten used to it to the point where you just roll your eyes.

“You’re a very bad teacher, Satoru.”

“Hey, I am considered one of the best and it’s an honor-”

You clicked your tongue and just pinched his cheek in reply to get him to stop drawling on about his achievements. You wondered if you dated a man child or something.

Second, despite his teasing nature and good looks, he’s a rather shy bean and has some insecurities about it too, maybe it was because there were moments where you couldn’t really understand your soulmate and his puzzling life. He didn’t tell and you didn’t want to pry because you technically both had your whole life to get around that subject.

Luckily, you seem to have found a remedy for moments like that.

“Satoru…” You called out to your soulmate who was staring at the nutrition content of the wafers on his hand, “Satoru!”

“Oh, sorry. What were you talking about?” he finally snapped out of his daze and turned to you who was standing there, hand on your hip. The crispy wafers on his hand are long forgotten.

Your soulmate is good looking, alright. If anyone were to pass by him they wouldn’t see the minor zilch of worry in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” You ask, walking closer to him, completely serious.

“...You aren’t going to leave me, right?”

You raise a brow at the sudden question, wasn’t he too young to have some mid-life crisis? Was this because of the soulmate movie you watched late last night about the soulmate leaving their other half to rebel against the system and because of his partner’s family?

“Why would I leave you?”

He blinks once, then twice, the only sound that could be heard was the familiar music playing throughout the grocery store, it was as if no one was there during the mid-day. Satoru proceeds to look away, “I don’t know. What if you realize that you don’t like me as your soulmate and you followed what the dude did in the movie?” he started to mumble, mouth pressed on a straight line.

“Ah, the whole rich in-laws.” you blinked, “Don’t tell me you’re a son of some huge clan in japan that’s loaded and I’m going to be a disgrace to your family name or something?”

It came out as a joke at first, it really did and you were going to laugh but when you notice the straight face he has on, you realize it was anything but a joke.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, Oh.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking that question then?”

“What?” He almost half-yelled, eyes wide behind his usual shades that he seemed to wear a lot, “That doesn’t make sense!”

“Neither does your question, Satoru.” You frowned, massaging your temples, “I should be the one asking you that, are you going to leave me?”

“Of course not.” He sputters out.

“Then there goes my answer too.” You replied, huffing out as you grab the sweet wafers on his hand to put into the cart, “You’re very weird.”

“You’re weird.”

“No, you are.”

“You seriously asked me if I’d leave you because of your rich family in the middle of the day.” You deadpanned, inching closer to him to the point where your lips are brushing against his.

“This is unfair.” He huffed, suddenly turning red, “You’re attacking me in broad daylight.”

“Oh dear.” Your beguiling eyes, enjoying his rather embarrassed state, “This isn’t attacking, Satoru.”

Then you closed the distance between you two, his eyes seemed to widen behind his shades at your forward approach, clearly you guys never did PDA. You took this as an opportunity to lick his lower lip so you could slip your tongue in and as he starts getting into it and placing his hand to cup your ass, you pull away with a big smile on your lips, “That’s attacking.” you grinned.

Satoru seemed to have regained his senses quickly after that rather heated public make-out session, he placed his hand on top of his mouth and feigned embarrassment, “My, My, I didn’t think you’d enjoy those types of things in public.” he was back to his normal teasing self.

Well, that seemed to have worked very well.

“Mhm,”

Yet unknown to you those thoughts still lingered in his head, it wasn’t just his family that he was worried about, it was also regarding his job as a jujutsu sorcerer something he has yet to mention, he’s not even sure if you’d believe him it’s a normal occurrence for people like him to die in this occupation and he’s scared that one day, you’ll see your left eye turning back to his eye color with no valid explanation.

Not only that but the amount of people who’d go after you to get to him, he clenched on the shopping cart tightly

“I’m tired.” You cut his thoughts short and Satoru turns to you, unlike him, you weren’t physically active so you tire easily, even joking around that you were a granny in a child’s body, “Can we sit down after this and get some gyudon?”

“Sure Y/N.” he grins, giving you a one-arm hug and kissing your temple.

Third, he’s terrible with kids, period, no questions asked.

Your eyes narrowed to slits as he brought in one of his students named Megumi, the boy is quiet and compared to your giant and teasing soulmate, he’s serious. In fact he was more serious than the tiny pinky of the white-haired man.

“...Are you kidnapping a third grader?”

“He’s one of my students.”

“You don’t even know the first thing of looking after kids.” You pointed out, “And didn’t you mention that you teach high school students?”

“Well,” he drawled on, “It’s kind of a long story but he’s technically a genius.”

You let out a stifling sigh, “You’re impossible.” you mutter, bending down to the small boy’s level, “Would you like something to eat in compensation for him annoying you?”

The boy nods mutely.

“I wasn’t annoying him!” He corrects.

“He looks very annoyed standing next to you.”

“That’s literally what he looks like!”

You roll your eyes in reply and turn to the young boy, handing him a pastry that you had brought earlier. You watched Megumi eat his pastry in front of the television that played some child-friendly show as you let out a soft cough and pour yourself some water

“Are you alright?” Satoru asks, resting his head on your shoulders.

“Yeah,” You replied, “Why’d you ask?”

“You’re looking quite pale these days.”

“Maybe it’s the allergy season, already.” you nonchalantly replied, taking another gulp of water, “You’re terrible with kids, by the way.”

“That’s why I’m a high school teacher, Y/N.”

This connects you to your fourth observation, he’s nonchalant and easy going but he harbors a rather deep worry for you to the point where you wonder if he was really your soulmate or your mother incarnate. Three years into the whole soulmate thing with him, you still couldn’t help but think that he’s doting nature was quite adorable.

You feel like you’re coming down with a cold these days, your head has been throbbing and your cough is worsening. Satoru’s eyes are filled with nothing but worry as he handed you some medication. Your soulmate was now a mother hen and if it were different circumstances, you’d laugh it off.

“We should go to the doctor.” He nagged you once again.

“I’m literally going to sleep it off.” You hoarsely replied, “I’ll be fine, Satoru.”

“You literally sound like you smoked a pack with your voice, are you sure?”

“I am.” You glared, “Don’t sleep-”

Before you could even finish what you were saying, he flops right next to you in the bed, “-I literally told you to not sleep next to me.” you scolded him.

“A mere cold won’t phase me.”

“I swear to god, Gojo Satoru. I’ll kick you out.” He ignores your ministrations and snuggles his head on your neck, his warm breath tickling it, “You’re impossible.”

“You love me.”

“Sadly.”

“Hey.”

“I’m kidding.” you let out a quiet chuckle, looking down at your soulmate and running your hands through his white hair, “I love you very much, you idiot.”

“Hard same.”

“Never mind, I take it back.” you giggle.

And after a rather short playful banter between you two, you find yourself sleeping and snuggling on his long limbs. You think all is well, you really do. That was until you wake up later at three am in the morning with a loud coughing fit. Satoru immediately sits upright and opens your nightlight but what he sees next, scares him more than the curses he has ever encountered.

Your sheets are now stained in blood from the coughing fit that had just happened and you're completely taken aback too, completely breathless.

“Y-Y/N…” He gulps down, quickly taking the sheets away from you, “Let’s go to the hospital now, please?”

“...L/N-san, have you been getting coughing fits before this?” the doctor asks, looking up from your chart. Satoru watches you shake your head as you clench the paws of his jacket, the doctor takes off his glasses, “How about coughs that don’t seem to go away? Getting tired too easily?”

Satoru doesn’t like where this was going, he doesn’t like where this was going at all.

“Um, just some dry coughs and I’ve always been an inactive person.” You quietly replied, contrasting to your usual bright and teasing demeanor, you looked too tired this morning and Satoru just hopes it’s because he dragged you out of bed at four am to get yourself checked asap.

“Y/N-san, has any of your family members been diagnosed with lung cancer?”

The whole room is silent and you could almost hear a pin drop, Satoru feels his knuckles suddenly turn white, “I recalled my okaasan died because of that.” You replied silently and the doctor nods feverishly.

“...Y/N-san...It pains me to say this but the reason you’ve been experiencing this is because of the tumors located in your lungs.” Satoru feels his heart drop when he hears those words, “We have to do further tests to confirm-”

“Do it.” Satoru cuts the old doctor off, his hands are visibly shaking already, he hopes that this was just a misdiagnosis, that this doctor was just a bad one or better yet whatever excuse his mind could make up at that moment, “Do all the tests needed for Y/N, please.”

Fifth, he’s very supportive towards you and your impulsive decisions. If he could join you in it, he would but you usually decide against it.

It’s another quiet night for you as you sit across from your soulmate at the dinner table. You’ve grown awfully thin and your hair was starting to fall off due to the chemoradiation, this day marked the third month since you found out that you have lung cancer just like your mother. Surgery was apparently too risky so the safest option right now was this treatment.

You don’t deny the anxiety eating you up every day, specifically the fear of death, you’re even more worried for Satoru since not only had he been paying for your treatment but he had opt to take care of you, saying that his job would be fine without him since you were going to get better soon anyways.

“Would you still love me if I shaved my hair?” You asked, your voice still quite hoarse.

“You kidding me? I’d still love you even if you turned into a roach.”

You immediately crinkle your nose in disgust, “That’s disgusting.”

“Honest reply.”

Truthfully, the man had been your rock these past three months. You knew how hard it was for him to be happy around you, how he had put on a brave front and remained positive saying that this was just going to be a rough couple of months and you’d be back in no time despite the bleak outlook.

It kept you sane amongst the tragedy.

“I wanna shave my hair.”

“Like right now?”

You nod, “Can we use your electric razor?”

“You want me.” he points to himself, “To cut your hair?”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it.” You grinned.

And that’s how you ended up in your bathroom after dinner, Satoru’s shades on the side and his concentration directly on your scalp. You had literally told him that he just needed to do it the same way as he shaved his beard but he was still scared. Apparently, he had never shaved anyone’s hair before.

“...Okay, Y/N. Here goes…” He proclaimed, switching the razor on. As bits and pieces of your hair fall to the ground, you feel your cheeks getting wet and your shoulders tense, Satoru is quick to notice the switch of emotion and immediately turns the razor off before bending down in front of you, “Woah, woah… Y/N….”

“I-I…” Your lips are quivering as the tears fall faster when you see his pretty eyes staring back at yours, you try to let out a laugh but instead it comes out as a choke sob, “Sorry, this is stupid. I’m literally crying over fucking hair.”

“No, of course not…” He replies, enveloping you in a hug, “Of course not.”

Satoru feels you start to shake in his arms and he knows he should keep his emotions in check, he’s a sorcerer for crying out loud but seeing you break down for the first time in three months had him shaking too, you didn’t deserve all this, fuck, you didn’t deserve any of this at all!

“Would you like me to shave my hair so you’d feel a bit better?” he asks. After recovering from your breakdown, you had asked him to continue shaving your hair because you might as well be done with it.

“Please don’t.” You reply, wiping your tears away, “We’d look like eggs.”

“Cute eggs, you mean.” He corrects, teasing you and trying to cheer you up, this was all he could do and he hates it.

He really hates it.

What good was the title of being the strongest when he couldn’t save you from all of this?

Lastly, if you hadn’t highlighted it enough. He has pretty eyes, contrasting to your dull and boring ones, you always loved how different his eyes are. Sometimes you wondered why he dared to hide them behind his crappy and overused Lennon shades.

“Can I see them?”

Your room is dimly lit as Satoru sleeps next to you on the hospital bed, you were growing weaker and frailer by the day and you could see the toll it took on your soulmate. You were heavily reminded of your father who was sitting right next to your mother on her deathbed.

“See what?” He yawned.

“Your eyes.”

“You’re awfully in love with them, huh?”

“I’ve always been in love with them from the moment I saw it in the mirror.”

Silence envelopes the room with your statement and as requested, he takes the shades off and now you’re greeted by the most beautiful blue eyes that you love to look at in the reflection since you were a child, “Pretty.” You muttered, raising your frail hands slowly to cup his face, “Pretty eyes.”

Satoru takes in a deep breath as he places his hand on top of yours, the silence is heavy. You both know what’s about to come in the next few days, you’re lucky if you even last a night. Yet he doesn’t want to talk about it, he shuts the topic off quickly when you try to even raise it.

“Yeah.” he mumbles, staring at you, “Pretty.”

You let out a quiet laugh, “I doubt it, I’m anything but pretty now.” your voice hoarse, making him lightly squeeze your hands, “Will you be bringing Megumi tomorrow?”

“Yeah, the brat said he saved enough money to get you your favorite pastry.”

“That’s good.” you blinked, “I’m tired.”

Satoru feels his shoulder tense at your words, they were so plain yet at the same time so heavy, “Should I call the doctor?” he asks. You shake your head and just snuggle on his chest.

“No,” You mumbled, inhaling his scent and basking on his presence, “I want your warmth next to me.”

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“You know, you’ve always had prettier eyes.”

Yet you don’t reply and he feels your grip on his sweater lessen, he doesn’t even need to see his reflection to know that his left eye has returned back to your (e/c) ones.

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call-me-aesthetic · 3 years

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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

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oikadori · 4 years

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hi! can i have some dating headcanons with nishinoya, yaku, and sugawara? thank you! ☺️

DATING HEADCANONS

⇢ Incudes : nishinoya, sugawara, yaku

⇢ Genre//Warnings : f!reader, fluff , kinda suggestive (suga being h on main), swears

⇢ WC~ 1,1K

a/n: of course !! omg i had fun making these sksksk I love my libero squad along with the pretty setter hehehe, hope you enjoy this!! alsoo i changed my banners 😅😅

reblogs are highly appreciated!!

Dating him is such an experience to be honest

Nishinoya is naturally very loud and energetic, you’ll never get bored with him...I SWEAR

His perfect dates consist in doing as much things as he can squeeze into your schedule, arcade dates following by movies and ending in concerts or festivals

imagine jumping with a big crowd, you and nishinoya screaming their hearts out as you sing PLEASEE where do i sign??

Also, expect lots and lots of improvised trips. like, no destination at all. he just casually says “hey pack some clothes, we are going out” and you end up in the beach... or in the cafeteria downtown

I strongly believe that nishinoya is one of the bests persons to find comfort in, he is NEVER too tired for you

Whenever you text him about the bad day you had, he will be in your front door within the next 15 minutes

Nishinoya compliments you 24/7 and laughs the loudest at your jokes, even when they're bad. and his laugh is just SO genuine that you congratukate yourself for it

he unconsciously ends up giving you all of his hoodies and days later he would make a mess in his house looking for them because he forgot you have them

OMFG this baby crow is one of the most clingy and affectionate among the haikyuu boys

It is impossible for him to keep his hands off you! Especially when you are in public. Plants smooches all over your face and kisses your nose because “you look SO cute when you scrunch it up!! Do it again please”

ALSO your breasts are his personal pillows, i'm sorry for you >:) he buries his head in between them whenever he has the chance, mumbling about how soft they are

Dating Nishinoya also includes helping him to dye his hair, he sits with a closed eye smile on your bed, like a puppy waiting for a treat, as you tint his hair. feeling your fingers in his messy hair makes his stomach flip

I see him as the type who will drop everything he is doing, the moment he sees you crossing the door

Whenever you bump into each other in the hallways, he literally runs towards you to plant a passionate kiss on your lips, pulling you by the waist to deepen the kiss as if he hasn’t seen you in years

and the fact he doesn't do it for being a dramatic but for missing you THAT much makes it all so heartwarming :')

Nishinoya is just so proud to be your partner that he introduces himself first as your boyfriend before as karasuno’s libero i want him please >:(

Another short king that treats you like a queen 😌

He is very reliable and supporting but is the type that will also give you lectures when you do stupid shit

if you guys fight, he is not sleeping until you’ve talked it out, he hates going to sleep knowing you are mad at him, he doesn’t care if you end making facetime at 2 am

I bet it is very amusing for Nekoma to watch how his libero goes from angry yaku hitting lev to blushy yaku melting in your kiss all in the same minute

Always waits for you outside your class to lunch, shoulder resting on the door frame and hands on his pockets, a soft smile settling on his lips when you jog up to him

Honestly, he really loves PDA but he will hide it in public…or at least try it

Yaku tells kuroo YOU are the clingy one when in reality he is the one that wraps you like a burrito with his arms whenever you lay on the couch

since he gives me classy vibes, his ideal dates are taking you to a fancy restaurants…I mean have you seen timeskip yaku?? brrrrr

he LOVES to spoil you, like, at least two times per month you get cute necklaces or earrings or both!

gets super blushy when you appear during his matches and gets even worse when you start cheering him up, he start cursing under his breath “why is her voice so nice and sweet???” all while hiding his red face with a towel

really, sometimes he gets super surprised on how weak and soft you make him…which is the reason why kuroo always have a sassy smirk whenever you are around, ready to watch the red mess yaku is about to become

He deadass will get mad at you for how adorable you are and how his heart always seems to be about to burst everytime you laugh

if you sit together in class, he holds your hand under the desk as his other hand hides the silly smile on his face

even though yaku is a very dominant kind of guy he can also be insecure which makes him very possessive with you

remember those necklaces he gives you? They have his initials on them, a subtle way to tell all everyone you are taken

Yaku always makes sure you are packaging all the important stuff in your bag like he seriously would hand you pads or tampons because “I think your period is about this day of the month, right?” *sobs*

oh my god, I’M MELTING, okay give me a sec

All the things you do have the words "sweet" printed all over

don’t get me wrong, suga can be a little perv too. Open mouthed kisses in the storage room and subtle glances at your rear whenever you bend down…but still sweet tho

suga is the type of boyfriend who loves making handcrafts for you, I imagine him making for your 5 month anniversary a little box filled with polaroids of all your dates along with brownies he made himself!

yeah a real sweetheart, however, at the bottom of the box a nice, red bra is waiting for you ;)

He is super touchy-feely his hands always find their way to your hips, fingers digging into the soft skin drawing a few giggles out of you, causing suga to melt

When it comes to disagreements with you, the man is SO WEAK for you. He always ends up indulging you, not able to hold his angry face for too much at your pouty lips

Suga LOVES to see you taking initiative and definitely supports your ideas of dates and activities for both of you

But for him, the perfect dates are strolling across the city at night, watching your face under the lights as you resume him your day, hand in hand.

He just loves hearing you talk, when he can’t sleep he just calls you to fall asleep at the sound of your voice

Remember I said he can’t get angry at you? well that applies to you, too. you can't never get really mad at him, whenever you try to start a discussion he goes “boop” and pecks your nose not letting you talk <33

If he gets jealous, wait, when he gets jealous his perfect way to let everyone know you are taken is by leaving hickeys on strategical spots on you where they are visible enough but not totally exposed,

I feel like suga loves spending time with your family and will introduce you pretty quickly to his own too

Like, at dinners, you two would end up taking care of your little cousins or siblings, and suga can’t help to think how good you would look with your own kids, causing his heart to flutter

When he finishes practice he just rests his head in the crook of your neck, getting intoxicated by your scent before mumbling a sweet “hi, angel” as you drag him out of the gym...

and everyone is like “awwwwww” but that is because they don’t get to see how he is atacking your neck with kisses that will surely leave a mark

Thanks for reading!!

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college bf!jinjin

a/n yes yes yes 100x yes, here's the next installment of the college bf!astro series hehe, hope you enjoy it love 😙

{request: Would it be possible to get a college boyfriend Jinjin too?? I super loved the Bin one you did!!!! Thank you in advance 💜}

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ word count: 3k

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alright theydies

jinwoo–like everyone else in astro–makes me hella hard and soft at the same time so this is gonna be fun

major: music engineer technology

i saw that one ddoca where he was directing all the members for his song and just !!! grr bark bark

literally a fucking sweetie

one of the kindest people you will ever meet in your life

his face is so gentle, especially when he smiles

and then you hear his voice and you're like woah why is it so deep and raspy hey

and then he laughs or giggles and you're like ahh that looks more like you hehe

roommates with university famous dancer!rocky bc i love rap line

such a good roommate and hyung omg

will always make sure rocky eats dinner or takes a shower before going to bed even though he’s exhausted from dance practice or whatever

always shows off how talented rocky (and the rest of the boys) is

very chill

which is a bit of a surprise to everyone bc one of his best friends is literally myungjun

anyway, how do you two meet??

you're a vocal performance major

coincidentally, the same major as myungjun

oh god so you can bet he really played matchmaker for you two

you and myungjun were doing a duet together for one of your final projects during your second year

and you two were joking around like

damn, we should record this, we sound pretty fire

*cue myungjun immediately calling jinjin*

mj: ARE YOU AT THE STUDIO?? ARE YOU FREE RIGHT NOW??

jin: hyung why are you yelling it's literally 6 pm

anyway, it was spontaneous but you and myungjun end up going to one of the recording studios in the music building where jinwoo very often frequents at

you're like a bit shy, like wtf myungjun you didn't tell me that your friend was cute?? you would have worn something better than sweats and a tank

jin's so nice ugh, just imagine him smiling at you as he introduces himself

literally you melted

his fit? bucket hat, glasses, shorts and a tee

it was so casual, but why did he look so cute??

myungjun convinces jinwoo to let you guys record in the studio

it took him just 10 minutes to set up the equipment and everything

you were just looking at him like ooo looks so professional

sksksk im gross

myungjun goes first bc you were nervous

and yeah duh he was a natural, but you couldn't help but admire jinwoo in his prime

he looked so attractive in the producer chair just like instructing mj in the booth

he didn't even know what kind of song you guys were singing, but he directed him so smoothly so that the best parts of myungjun's voice came out

mj joking around: why's your mouth open, y/n? amazed at my voice?

you roll your eyes: sure if that's what you want to believe

your thoughts: ah haha i was totally not oogling your best friend myungjun, totally not

and then it was your turn to go in the booth

you don't know why, but you were hella nervous singing in front of them–or more so, in front of jinwoo

which is dumb bc you're literally a vocal performance major, you sing in front of strangers all the damn time

but you really wanted to impress him for some reason??

okay, you had no reason to be nervous because as soon as you opened your mouth?? jinnie?? literally awestruck

he's heard a lot of singers, obviously bc he's had to record so many of them

but you?? your voice?? a literal siren for him–but in a good way!

your singing entranced him

and then you looked out of the booth to see him just staring at you and your throat went dry

your voice cracked, you've never felt more embarrassed in your life

you: ah! oh my God I'm so sorry, that was horrendous

myungjun's laughing at you, what a nice duet partner

but jin just smiles bc you're whining and hiding your face in your hands

you were so cute??

jinwoo: it's okay y/n, you were doing really good. let's try that again, okay?

he was so sweet about it, ugh you were blushing

you end up recording again, and this time you made the smart decision to close your eyes and just try and focus on the lyrics

and shit, if jinjin wasn’t already a bit interested in you before, he definitely was now

because the way you looked completely immersed in the song and lyrics

his heart skipped like ten miles i dont know

myungjun just knew from the way jinwoo was staring at you

you didn’t get his number from the first meeting

bitch you were too shy, you just squeaked out a “thank you, hope myungjun and I weren’t too much of a bother”

jin: hyung’s always a bother, but you were totally fine

mj: hey!

anyway you leave with a bit of regret, like you should have at least gotten his snapchat or social media or something

or make a dumb excuse to try and see him again

ah but mj was already ten steps ahead of you and jinjin ;)

when you get back to your apartment, there’s a text from myungjun like

“come back to jinwoo’s studio tomorrow for the final mix of our duet”

you immediately jump at the opportunity: okay! what time?

damn could you be any more obvious??

this time you actually tried to look cute, like you were going to see jinwoo again, you couldn’t look like a rat

you get to the studio at the time myungjun told you and you’re like?? oh it’s just jinwoo here?? maybe myungjun’s running a bit late??

jinwoo: oh hey y/n! wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon

you: ???? myungjun told me to come here to listen to the final mix...

jinwoo being shy: he didn’t tell me about that haha

you’re embarrassed, about to turn on your heel and book it

maybe also thinking of murdering myungjun on the way back to your place

but then jinwoo grabs your wrist before you could leave

and you literally felt a spark at his touch, it made you jump a little bit

jin: you can stay if you want–I mean, you came all this way already, I’d be a bit of jerk if I just make you leave

you: I-uh-don’t wanna intrude

he just shakes his head with a smile: you’re not, don’t worry. besides, I’m actually working on your song right now, you can tell me what you think

and that’s how you end up hanging out with jinwoo alone in the studio

you were obviously very awkward and nervous at first

what do you say to him? should you ask him questions? what if you’re bothering him? god you don’t want to sound like an idiot

jinwoo noticed your nervousness––and yes he was nervous too, but he just hid it better than you

he hands you a pair of headphones: here, listen to what I have done so far

you’re like pleasantly surprised??? you and myungjun sound so professional?? like damn put this out on spotify or something

you’re smiling and jinwoo just feels like a huge sense of relief like phew okay you like it so far

and then you two just get to talking while he’s still mixing

you ask him how he got into music and his major and all that fun stuff

you find out that jin’s always loved music and the actual producing aspect of it, he hopes to be a music producer one day and he just flirts with you like

“hey maybe one day you can sing my songs on stage”

and you’re like ??? me???

jin: you have one of the best voices I’ve ever heard, it would be an honor for me

ugh jinwoo stop im blushing

you two end up ordering food and eating at the studio bc he promised himself that he wouldn’t leave until he finished your duet and you didn’t wanna leave him alone tf

you and jinwoo exchange numbers this time hehe

before you leave, he’s like “this was nice y/n, you should come over and keep me company more often :) if...you want of course”

you: i’d be happy to! just text me any time :)

internally you’re screaming like yes !!

you can bet that you start spending a lot of your free time with jinwoo in the music studio

sometimes it’s just you two

sometimes myungjun and their other friends make appearances too

and that’s how you get introduced to their friend group

myungjun to either of you: you’re spending a lot of time with jin/yn lately ;)

about a month after meeting each other, jinwoo asks you out on a date

with the encouragement of astro

it was all expected let’s be honest

cliche first date at the movies, but like you both loved it

wouldn’t be surprised if astro was spying on you two, sitting like a couple rows behind and watching your every move

but shhh if they did, you and jinwoo didn’t notice

the transition from liking each other → going on dates → making it exclusive went so smoothly

you and jin were hooked on each other after the first couple meetings that it just seemed so right

myungjun will never stop saying that he’s the reason why you two are in a relationship

you and the other boys grow very fond with each other–particularly sanha

and that was important for jinwoo bc the guys are like his family and it’s basically a dream for him that his partner and friends are close too

sanha is his child do not @ me

so by osmosis, sanha becomes like your baby too

the two of you literally coddle sanha, it’s cute okay

they all go to you and jin for relationship advice sksksk

bc to them, you two just seem so made for each other :’)

the !! sweetest !! most perfect !! boyfriend

will walk you to class in the morning even if his class is all the way across campus

and you’re like: jinwoo it’s okay, i can see you after this class, you might get late!

jin being pouty: i just wanna spend more time with you :(

im in love with jinjin

loves holding your hand, even when you two are in the studio and he’s mixing something for class or just for fun, he’s still holding your hand

whenever he makes a composition, you’re the first person he shows

really values what you think of his work

vice versa, when you have a song you need to sing, you always ask him to listen to you first

you don’t sugarcoat with each other when it comes to music

will ask you to sing literally all the time

jinwoo gives the best hugs :’)

it’s just so comforting, one of his hands strokes your hair, while the other one rubs your lower back

you know what kind of picture im creating?? yeah

ooooof baby you go with him when he gets his tattoos

you hold his hand through it the entire time even though he probably didn’t feel much pain from it

and like his big ass chest tattoo??? are you drooling??? 1000%

when jinwoo realizes that you get ??? turned on?? by his tattoos, you bet he begins to walk around shirtless in your apartment

is this my transition to down and dirty? yes it is

your first time with him was mmm rough and it’s all thanks to that chest tattoo

you and jinwoo have been steamy before, like makeout sessions and dry humping, and oral (both receiving), but the actual action of fucking? y’all haven’t done it before that night

ofc he’s being a little tease and walking around shirtless

he was always touching you though, not explicitly, but like say you were washing the dishes, he would walk past you and brush his hand passed your waist and he’d whisper in your ear like: sorry baby excuse me

and like he’s done this the whole day so just at one point you lose it and literally push him against the wall and start making out with him

ah he knew you were gonna crack

and god you were so turned on at this point that you were not having any of that soft shit, like you needed him to fuck you asap

jinwoo fucks you so hard your first time together that you couldn’t walk the next day

hehe

oh boy he likes to bite

yes he’s the sweetest, but in the bedroom?? lowkey a bit of a masochist

it’s okay bc you don’t mind a little bit of pain ;)

daddy!! kink!! i dont make the rules

will call you baby girl/boy

he’s the dom, like will very rarely let you dom him

very private with your sex life, you won’t catch him teasing you in public with other people around

and if you try, like say if you whisper daddy in his ear or something while you are hanging out with the guys, oof it’s gonna be a rough night for you

alright but studio sex

has he recorded your moans before?? or you two having sex in the booth?? yes

debatably, studio sex happens more than bedroom sex, but that’s only because most of jinwoo’s time is literally in the music building

jinwoo dirty talk !! with his sexy ass raspy voice !!

ugh jin moaning in your ear what a good girl/good boy you are for him while he’s just fucking you

will slightly degrade you?? like yes you are his cocksleeve

but he also praises you a lot during sex too

ooh you better hope you don’t have a gag reflex bc he’s all into throat fucking

favorite position is actually missionary, believe it or not

he loves seeing you come undone for him

eye contact during sex?? yes

like he will make sure you’re looking at him when you cum, periodt

favorite place to cum is your face oops

also very much into cockwarming

most of the time, your sessions are rough just bc your vibes are like that

but when they’re soft and slow?? and like making love??

literally the most passionate man ever

jin makes it all about you and your pleasure when he’s being gentle

after care is full of kisses and cuddles and I love yous

always makes sure you drink water after having sex

stay hydrated kids

and jinwoo’s back to being the bestest boyfriend :’)

first i love you was when you two were in bed together

you both just woke up and were cuddling

jin was watching the video you sent him of you practicing this one song for an upcoming performance

and you were still drowsy, so you were literally drifting in and out of sleep while he was listening to your video

and jinwoo was just awestruck, he’s always been in love with your voice from the get go, but the way you executed this song? even though it was just practice? his chest was constricting

you’re like mumbling when the video stops: i still need to work more on the bridge, my tone gets a bit flat during it, right?

and he just smiles softly at you even though your eyes are closed and you can’t see him

he thought it was perfect already, you were perfect already

and he just calls your name: y/n

you: hmm??

jin: I love you

and suddenly you’re awake and meeting his eyes

they were so genuine and serious and full of love, you don’t even hesitate to say it back

honestly not the jealous type, he’s so patient and trusting and knows that you’re crazy about only him

will constantly reassure you about any of your insecurities: body, voice, school, your relationship, anything

jinwoo just has such a calming aura around him that you can’t help but feel like, as long as he’s by your side everything will be okay

the two of you have many deep talks together, especially at night before going to sleep, it’s what makes your relationship so solid

jinwoo just knew that he wanted to marry you, even early on into your relationship

there was no one that supported him more in his dreams, no one that he’s ever truly felt connected with, no one that he’s shared all his deepest fears with than you

and like after a year of dating like he couldn’t picture a future without you in it

he’s a romantic :’)

shortly before graduating, he makes a song about you and he’s actually singing in it

ugh main vocal jinjin rise

and he shows it to you in the music studio where you first met

and it’s about how much he loves you and admires you and treasures you

basically a proposal but not really

and you’re so touched, like literally moved to tears because it was so beautiful

and lowkey he was cringing at hearing his singing voice but you still loved it nonetheless

and afterwards, jinwoo was like: I wanna spend the rest of my life with you y/n, I’m not asking you to marry me right now, obviously I’ll propose to you in a better way in the future, but I’m serious about you and I can’t imagine being with anyone else.

you jump into his lap and kiss him and just keep saying I love you in between kisses

and jinwoo’s all smiley and giggly like: do you feel the same??

and you hit his arm all jokingly, yes of course you do

you just sit on his lap and he’s hugging you while the two of you are listening to more of his projects and jinwoo’s just thinking like wow I love this person so much

maybe the two of you do owe it to myungjun for playing matchmaker

i guess mj can be the best man at your wedding

y’all this was so soft??

but yes jinnie’s the best bf/husband material out there

im in love with him

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