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jjkamochoso · 8 months ago

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so like yesterday I went to a strawberry farm were you like pick strawberries and I was thinking how would the jjk men act or like what would they do. sorry if it's a dumb question😭

There is absolutely nothing dumb about this, it’s freaking adorable😭😭 thank you for entrusting me with this!! I hope you had lots of fun picking strawberries 🍓 and I hope you enjoy reading about picking strawberries with these silly lil men☺️🫶

Picking Strawberries with the JJK Men

Fluff

JJK men x gn!reader

Warnings: small mentions of bugs/insects

Yuji:

You and Yuji walked along the path, admiring the glow of the red berries surrounding you.

“This one looks really good,” Yuji said, bending over to pick a particularly plump strawberry. He grasped the stem and held it to your lips.

“Try it!” he encouraged, and you happily obliged, taking a big bite.

“That’s seriously delicious,” you complimented after eating the fruit. "Now let me find one for you."

You walked hand in hand with Yuji, scouring the ground until the perfect berry caught your attention. You held the stem while offering the rest to him, just like he had done for you. Yuji, being the menace he is, ate the whole thing in one swift bite.

“Is it yummy?" you asked, anxiously awaiting his reaction.

"It's delicious!" Yuji exclaimed, mouth full of half chewed strawberry. You wanted to be grossed out but the delight in his eyes was too adorable for you to think about how nasty it was that he was talking with his mouth full. He swallowed the fruit with a gulp, then wrapped you in a big bear hug.

"The strawberry was sweet, but you're sweeter."

Megumi:

“I really should’ve thought this through.”

You realized you ran out of hands when you went to pick a strawberry but couldn’t due to your grasp being occupied by both a basket and an umbrella to keep the sun from burning you. You switched gears, putting the basket on the ground and pulling strawberries from your now free hand, but the umbrella kept falling every which way. Megumi, meanwhile, was watching all of this unfold and trying his hardest not to laugh at your predicament.

“Here, let me help you,” he eventually said after watching you struggle for a bit. He was waiting to see if you were going to come up with a solution yourself but it certainly wasn’t happening any time soon and he didn’t want you to get too frustrated (no matter how cute he thinks you look when you’re grumpy). Megumi took the umbrella from your flailing hands and immediately you no longer felt like throwing it in a fit of rage.

“You’re a real lifesaver,” you said, getting an eye roll as a reply.

“That was too painful to keep watching without doing something.”

You narrowed your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, going back to your berry picking. It was much easier now that Megumi strolled alongside you, one hand in his pocket and the other tightly wrapped around your umbrella, basking you in cool shade. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he was beyond relieved he could assist you, no matter how insignificant of a task.

Yuta:

You and Yuta happily strode along the strawberry bushes, hand in hand, and picking the ripest fruit to bring back home. Being ever the gentleman, Yuta held the heavy basket in his free hand while you were in charge of selecting the berries.

“This is, by far, the cutest date I’ve ever been on,” you confessed, a strawberry dangling by its stem in your grasp.

“O-oh, really? I’m really glad you’re having fun,” Yuta replied, a blush blooming on his face.

“Whats wrong, Yuta? You’re almost as red as this berry,” you teased with a giggle, taking a big bite of the fruit you picked a few seconds ago. That made the poor boy blush even more as he imagined what those plump lips of yours would feel like on his own rather than the strawberry.

“Yuta? Are you in there?” you asked. You had been waving your hand in front of his face but he was too busy staring at you to respond until now as he stuttered out an apology.

“It’s all good,” you told him, “you’re cute when you’re spaced out. My offer still stands if you want a bite of this strawberry though since you were practically gawking at it.”

“Yes! Right. The strawberry,” he stammered, “that’s exactly what I was looking at. You’re so right, it looks really good. Thank you.”

You held out the strawberry in question to feed it to him and Yuta felt his heart leap out of his chest—how did he get so lucky to date someone as sweet as you?

Inumaki:

“Strawberry.”

Your jaw dropped at the surprise introduction of a new word into your boyfriend’s vocabulary. You two decided to go on a date at a strawberry farm but the last thing you expected from today was to see Toge enthusiastically pointing his finger back and forth from you to the berries while repeating the word like some sort of incantation.

“I have a feeling you’re making a really good connection between these things but I don’t understand it,” you said tentatively, taking note of the giddiness that shone in Toge’s purple eyes. He quickly pulled out his phone, furiously typing out something in his notes app. When he showed you his screen, you felt like drowning the earth beneath your feet in tears:

Strawberry!! I can say it without hurting you!! That’s gonna be reserved for you only :)

“Toge,” you half whispered, your voice failing you from the love that was overwhelming you, “that means the world to me. Thank you.”

“Salmon,” he said, meaning “you’re welcome.” He then pulled you into a tight hug to show you how much he cared when words failed him. When you pulled apart, he showed you his phone screen one more time:

Also you’re both very sweet <3

Noritoshi:

It was nice to get away from all the hustle and bustle of your daily duties with your boyfriend Noritoshi. You knew he put a lot of pressure on himself 24/7 to be perfect in all facets of his life so you figured getting away to somewhere quiet and calm would do wonders for his mental health. Thankfully, you were correct. You’d never seen Noritoshi as relaxed as he was amongst the strawberries, softly smiling as he watched a bug climb along a vine. He leaned in closer to get a better view of nature at its core, deeply appreciating the simplicity of the outdoors.

“Y/n, look. It’s a ladybug,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb it. You scooted in closer as well to catch a glimpse but were quickly taken aback when the insect flew off the vine and landed on Noritoshi’s nose. He was extremely calm about the whole ordeal and you were delighted to see such an adorable scene unfold in front of you. His gray eyes were slightly crossed as he watched the ladybug in amusement, its speckled body tickling his smooth skin. As it started heading up his nose and toward his eyes, he put his finger out to block it, guiding the plump bug onto his outstretched digit.

“You know that means you’re going to be blessed with an abundance of luck, right?” you asked, heart instantly melting at the gentle gaze he held you under.

“With you in my life, I already knew I was the luckiest man alive.”

Todo:

You never knew what to expect from your boyfriend on a day to day basis so when he started spouting strawberry facts at you while you explored the grounds of the farm, you couldn’t say you were surprised.

“…strawberries today are a result of the cross between F. chiloensis and F. virginiana. Did you know strawberries are a type of rose? And they have more vitamin C than oranges.”

You listened intently to Aoi’s rambling, his arm slung easily over your shoulder in a display of his affection toward you. You were looking at him like he was speaking about the most important topic in the world and you were so proud of the fact that he was subverting expectations, being extremely strong and smart.

“Wow, Aoi, you’re so knowledgeable!” you exclaimed, “how did you learn all this?”

He just shrugged, shooting you a wink. “I’ll tell you if you let me walk you back home after this.”

You playfully nudged him on the shoulder. “We’re going back to the same place, dummy.”

A look of realization dawned on his face, replacing a concerning amount of shock. “You’re right, we are! I forgot!”

You grimaced, trying not to outwardly groan for the sake of being a patient partner.

“Don’t worry about it, handsome. Let’s just enjoy some strawberries, yeah?”

Aoi let out a triumphant laugh after kissing your cheek. “Sounds good to me!”

Ino:

Going to the strawberry farm with Ino was nothing short of a good time. You spent hours collecting only the finest berries, carting around heavy baskets and dreaming up all types of desserts you’d be making with your haul. You also spent a good chunk of that time eating the berries right off the vine and making each other share in the disgust of any surprisingly unripe berries you pulled.

“Babe! Here, this one’s straight up disgusting,” Ino said, thrusting a strawberry with a big bite chunk out of it your way. You took a bite and immediately made a face.

“Ew! That one was nasty! And to think it looked so good, too,” you whined, glaring at the rest of the deceptive glowing red skin.

“You wanna wash it down with a milkshake? They’re selling them at the front.”

“Please,” you said, nodding eagerly. Ino lazily threw his arm over your shoulder and you scooted in closer to your boyfriend as he guided you to a much needed sweet drink.

Gojo:

Satoru was watching you sit next to a strawberry plant with inquisitive eyes, his signature blindfold gone and in its place were sunglasses that reminded you of his yesteryears.

“I still don’t get why we have to pick the strawberries ourselves when we could’ve just gone to the store,” he questioned, bottom lip jutted in a pout.

“Because Satoru,” you said, giving him a kind smile, “it’s good to support local farms. And don’t you feel a sense of accomplishment picking them yourself rather than grabbing the first plastic container you see at a store?”

“I guess,” he said, reaching down to pick a strawberry off its plant before quickly retracting his hand. “The farmers should’ve cleaned up a bit before I came, though. The bugs and dirt are seriously grossing me out.”

The urge to roll your eyes was strong, but the love you had for Satoru was stronger so you refrained.

“Come over here and try this one. I made sure there weren’t any creepy crawlies on it that were out to get you.”

The white haired man didn’t pick up on your teasing, instead sending a solemn “thanks” your way. His long fingers hesitantly plucked a big, red strawberry from the vine.

“Go ahead, taste it,” you encouraged.

He did so, a look of pride overtaking his features.

“This is literally the best strawberry ever.”

“Wait, don’t eat the whole thing! I wanna try some,” you said. Your boyfriend extended a hand, helping you up from your place in the plants.

“I feel like a strawberry being pulled off the vine,” you joked, wiping the dirt off your pants.

“I really do know how to pick ‘em,” Satoru said, smirking.

Geto:

Suguru was the perfect man to take strawberry picking. He was in awe of the tranquility he felt somewhere like that, the peaceful atmosphere doing more to ground him than most anything he’d tried before. He eagerly picked two strawberries, feeding you one then taking a bite from the other for himself.

“I’m glad you’re here with me,” he said, brown eyes gazing lovingly into your own as the sun shone brightly over the two of you.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, my love,” you replied, your hand gently placed on his cheek. He nuzzled into your touch the slightest bit, not caring if any passerbys took notice of you. He could smell the sweet scent of strawberry on your breath as you closed in toward him, placing a delicate kiss upon his lips. You didn’t want to be indecent in public so you kept it chaste and though Suguru desperately wanted to kiss you passionately enough to make parents cover their children’s eyes (and maybe even their own), he showed restraint. When he eventually pulled away from your kiss, he took hold of your hand that laid on his cheek and placed little kisses on the pads of each finger—also smelling of the red berries you had spent hours hanging around.

Nanami:

When you told Kento you were in the mood to make a strawberry pie, but had no berries, he was quick to come up with the idea to pick fresh ones from the local farm. Now, here you were, baskets in hand, weaving through patches of ripe fruit.

"How's it going, Kento?"

"Well. I have about half a basket full. How about you, my love?"

He never failed to make your heart flutter with his sweet pet names and the syrupy way they fall off his tongue.

"About the same. I'm going to get a few more and then we should be done."

You bent down to gather more strawberries when a gust of wind suddenly picked up, taking your sunhat right from your head. You barely had time to react before it was placed gently back in its rightful place by none other than your boyfriend.

"Oh, Kento, thank you! That's my favorite hat, I would've been so sad if I lost it."

"Then it's a good thing I'd do anything to keep you happy, darling," Kento replied, a soft smile on his lips as he gazed at you like you were the sun and he was a berry plant, relishing in your warmth.

Choso:

Choso couldn’t contain the huge smile that appeared on his face when he saw the strawberry fields for the first time. It reminded him of the bygone era where many were farmers, a time that he and his brothers were born in but never got to experience outside of their glass cases.

“People still farm?” he asked, his voice laced with amazement and his brown eyes glossing over the never ending rows of ripe fruit in front of you.

“Yep! Isn’t so neat how much society has changed over a hundred and fifty years, yet stayed the same?” you questioned, Choso nodding in a quiet bout of deep thought. You grabbed a few baskets and began filling them with berries, working diligently in comfortable silence.

“We should grow a garden,” Choso eventually piped up, taking a bite from a strawberry he couldn’t resist the temptation of.

You felt a smile settle on your own face. “Really? You’d want to do that with me?”

“Of course. I’d much rather go out to my yard than a store for fruits,” he replied, taking a break from berry gathering to look you deeply in your eyes, “and there’s symbolism in the whole thing, too. What’s mine is yours, cultivating life together… it’s all strangely…” He faltered.

“Domestic.”

“Domestic. Exactly.” He reached for your hand and you gladly let him take it, fresh strawberry juice from his fingers leaving a bright red stain on your skin.

Toji:

The sun was beating down on you and you were exhausted after a long day of strawberry picking. Taking a seat on the ground, you felt relief flow through your legs as you gave them a rest.

“You’re getting absolutely filthy,” said Toji, scrunching his face as he looked at you with something akin to disgust. “Get up. You’re not a baby.”

“I’m your baby,” you teased, earning an eye roll from your boyfriend. “Besides, I’m tired and it’s a long walk back to the car. It’s either this or you carry me back.”

With one fell swoop, you were off the ground and in the strong arms of the muscled man.

"You're insufferable, you know that?" Toji grumbled, but he wasn't the least bit upset at having you so close to him.

“I do,” you said, cheekily planting a kiss on his exposed bicep.

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loudstan · 1 year ago

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Fuck the Police

Summary: Your ability to read people's minds is very useful for the police during interrogations. And that's how you meet Yuta, a werewolf accused of stealing a car.

Pairing: Werewolf! Yuta x Witch! Female reader

Warnings: Magic AU, werewolf AU, smut, Yuta being a menace

“How many times do I have to tell you? You got the wrong guys!” Yuta repeated after who knows how many times. He tried to be as calm as possible at first, reminding himself that these people were doing their job, but god was this dude dense.

“They saw you,” an equally exhausted policeman groaned. He had easily been arguing with the suspected criminal for an hour without getting any information from him. The younger boy next to him, Shotaro, wasn’t particularly helpful either, squirming nervously on his seat and nodding to everything the older man said.

“No one saw us because we were not there! Jesus, are you dumb?!” Yuta exclaimed, raising his voice.

The policeman tilted his head and stared down at Yuta. “If I were you, I would be very careful with how I talk to the police.”

“Fuck the police,” Yuta hissed, and at that minute the door opened and a beautiful young woman came in. Yuta’s mouth fell open. He wasn’t a fan of police uniforms but damn did it look good on you. Or maybe it wasn’t the uniform, but you? Because no matter how much the clothes covered, your curves were still visible and oh so much appreciated…

“Did you call for me, Officer Choi?” You asked your colleague.

“Sorry to bother you, officer L/N. I’m afraid I need some help interrogating these two,” he replied, standing up and pulling out an empty chair for you to sit like he often did. Damn, Yuta wished he had been the one to do that for you but he was handcuffed to the table.

You nodded and thanked him, before taking a seat in front of the two Japanese men. One of them kept looking at his own hands on the table and looked like he was about to cry. The other… was basically devouring you with his eyes.

You weren’t new to this type of scenario. Your ability to literally read people’s minds was often needed for interrogations, and you knew how to keep a straight face no matter how intimidating the criminal was. But this guy? He was fucking hot.

You cleared your throat and focused on your task instead. After reading the documents and hearing what you needed to know from Seungcheol Choi, you started the interrogation. “Did you steal this car?” You asked straight to the point, showing the two men in front of you a picture of the missing vehicle.

“…What if we did?” The guy who according to the document in front of you was called Yuta Nakamoto replied after a few seconds.

You couldn’t help the surprised look on your face, which wasn’t as surprised as Seungcheol’s; so this guy really argued with him for hours just to confess the moment you walked in? And the winning prize goes to Shotaro, whose eyes were wide in terror as he stared at Yuta.

“…So, did you?” You insisted.

“I mean, we could have,” Yuta shrugged.

“WE DIDN’T!” The younger, terrified man let his voice be heard for the first time, shaking his head. “We really didn’t!”

You looked into Shotaro’s eyes and concentrated on reading his thoughts. He was being honest. But then what was the other guy’s deal? You tried to read Yuta’s mind and regretted it immediately; all his thoughts were focused on you, your face…

That mouth, what pretty sounds can it make?

You sat up straight and tried not to blush too hard.

“Please, concentrate on the question, Mr. Nakamoto,” you said through gritted teeth. “Are you innocent?”

“I’m far from that,” he replied, allowing his eyes to travel down your body. Next to him, Shotaro groaned.

“This is the worst possible moment to flirt! I don’t wanna go to jail!” He hissed at Yuta in Japanese.

“We’ll go to jail if we have to,” the older replied firmly.

“We literally don’t have to! We didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Shotaro, just trust me.”

“ No!” the younger replied. “ You’re not thinking straight because you’re horny.”

“I’m not just horny, pup,” Yuta chuckled, his eyes sparkling like never before. “I have just met my forever mate. I imprinted.”

“HUH?!” Shotaro yelled.

On the opposite side of the table, Seungcheol and you stared at each other and then back to the wolves who suddenly seemed very excited about something.

“What’s going on?” Seungcheol mumbled.

“I don't know! They’re thinking too fast and in a language that I don’t understand!” You hissed back.

“Hey!” Seungcheol yelled, his authoritative tone catching everyone’s attention. “Did you do it or not?!”

“Maybe,” Yuta said.

“No!” Shotaro said at the same time.

And then they went back to arguing with each other.

“That one seems to be honest,” you told Seungcheol, pointing at Shotaro. “But the other guy’s head is a mess, so I can’t be sure…”

Seungcheol let out a frustrated sigh. His job could be so exhausting sometimes.

And then he suddenly smirked, his eyes shining excitedly like he just had the best idea ever.

“Could you please get us something to drink? I bet these men are very thirsty,” he said, giving you a pointed look that lets you know immediately what type of drink he was talking about. The serum of truth wasn’t something your department would normally use. They carried out regular interrogations by just talking to suspects and, if it was really necessary, they would call you to read their minds. But this interrogation wasn’t going anywhere even with you there, and neither you nor Seungcheol was getting paid extra hours.

So you came back to the interrogation room after a few minutes, carrying a tray with four glasses of water, making sure to remember which ones had the serum and placing them in front of the two men who were giving you and Seungcheol a headache. They thanked you, and Yuta was the first to drink it absentmindedly while still talking to his friend like two policemen weren’t there waiting for them to finally confess, and then he grimaced. He put his glass down and grabbed Shotaro’s hand when he was about to drink his own. Shotaro gave him a confused look but Yuta turned his attention to you.

“What a naughty girl, officer,” he purred, licking his lips. “Making regular citizens drink the serum of truth.”

“It’s legal in this state,” Seungcheol answered quickly, making Yuta’s attention turn to him instead.

“Not without consent,” Yuta scoffed. “You tricked us into drinking it.”

“We didn’t,” you said. “The glass simply was on the table and you took it by choice. We didn’t say a word to you.”

Yuta’s eyes were on you again, and his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “God, I love a smart woman,” he said. “You’re so fucking attractive.”

“Watch it,” Seungcheol hissed in a protective manner, while you tried your best to remain unaffected in spite of your ears and cheeks turning hot.

“I thought you wanted me to be honest,” Yuta challenged. “Well, I have no choice now, so ask me anything.”

You cleared your throat and tried to start the interrogation again. “Did you–”

“I imprinted on you,” Yuta stated before you had the chance to finish the question. Next to him, Shotaro sighed tiredly and rested his forehead on the table. The situation kept getting worse, and the chances of him not sleeping in a cell tonight were slim.

“W-wha– That’s not what I was gonna….” you stuttered, confused. You scanned the documents in your hands again, just to see that the photocopy of this man’s ID indeed stated that he was a werewolf. “What?” you repeated dumbly.

“I said I imprinted on you. My human side wants to date the fuck out of you. My wolf wants to mate with you. Should I go into detail –?”

“No!” you exclaimed, not able to hide your nervousness anymore. “I…I know what imprinting means,” you mumbled.

“Well, shit…” Seungcheol murmured next to you. “Y/N,” he called your name softly and then corrected himself when he saw Yuta’s eyes sparkle at the discovery of your first name. “I mean, officer L/N, you don’t have to continue with this interrogation. I’ll take care of it, just go home.”

Don’t go, Yuta’s pleading voice said. He hadn’t spoken. It was his thoughts resonating in the back of your head.

You looked at him, and he seemed to be breathing heavily compared to before. His intense eyes were still glued to you, but now they were as red and shiny as a ruby.

Shotaro’s whole body suddenly tensed and he lifted his head to stare at Yuta cautiously.

And then someone knocked on the door and entered the room, interrupting the tense moment.

“We caught the culprits,” one of your colleagues said. “We found the missing car too, so these two are free to go,” he added, pointing at the wolves.

Shotaro’s soul seemed to come back to his body and he quickly addressed his pack brother. “You hear that? We’ll be home soon! Hold it just for a bit longer!”

Yuta grunted but nodded. He had been through his rut plenty of times before and he was usually very good at controlling it, but it was really fucking hard when you were right in front of him.

“Is he in rut?!” Seungcheol asked incredulously. “You should have said something sooner!” he exclaimed, standing up and walking around the table to uncuff them. But when he stood next to Yuta and saw the way he was eyeing you like he was ready to pounce on you, he hesitated. “Officer Lee, please take Officer L/N home immediately. Make sure she’s safe,” he instructed.

The other officer nodded quickly and waited for you to follow him, but you didn’t move from your seat.

You were looking back into Yuta’s eyes in a daze. You didn’t want to leave. It was like he was luring you in with all the romantic and dirty promises he was making to you in his head. You could hear every thought he was having right now, every little fantasy; and you were the protagonist of all of them.

“Officer L/N!” Seungcheol’s voice brought you back to reality. “Go.”

You let out a heavy sigh and stood up quickly, trying to block Yuta’s thoughts from entering your head.

Yuta’s eyes followed you as you left the room and then he grunted, scrunching his eyes closed.

Seungcheol, who had just finished uncuffing Shotaro, waited until he heard the car start and drive away before he freed Yuta too.

“You have outstanding self-control,” the officer praised the wolf, who was panting on the chair, burying his claws on the wooden table. “I know you could have broken those handcuffs easily if you wanted to… Oh, and I apologize for the misunderstanding.”

“If you’re really sorry, tell me Y/N’s work schedule,” Yuta grunted in pain, allowing Shotaro to help him get up from the chair.

“I can’t do that,” Seungcheol said, giving him a sympathetic smile. Yuta seemed like a decent guy, but that didn’t mean he was entitled to have you. “But I can at least give you guys a ride home, let’s go.”

When you got home, you felt incredibly drained. Mind reading was an activity that often took a lot of your strength, but also Yuta’s thoughts had been so intense, he made you weak on the knees.

So your name is Y/N? That’s lovely, just like you.

I want you to be the first thing I see every morning.

Make you breakfast in bed, you won’t have to lift a finger.

Make love to you until you see stars—

You shuddered. You had found him attractive the moment your eyes landed on him, but your expectations for a partner were…different. You were hoping to end up with a simple office worker who had a stable routine and live a calm life together. And Yuta, with his leather jacket, talking back to the police and being half animal was far from what you wanted to attract.

There was no way you would accept his “confession”… but your heart skipped a beat as you thought of him and your groin pulsated when you remembered his unsolicited dirty thoughts invading your head.

I would let you step all over me.

Use me however you want.

“Fuck,” you sighed and plopped down on your bed.

But then it will be my turn.

And I can go all night, officer…

Unconsciously, your hand made its way down your stomach and into your panties. You were soaking.

You knew you shouldn’t.

I could make you feel so fucking good…

But maybe just a little wouldn’t hurt, right? Plus, it’s not like anyone would ever know, and you were so hot and bothered, and his voice wouldn’t leave your head. Just once. Just once and then you would never think about him again, you told yourself, sighing in relief and arching your back.

“Why are the police outside our house?” Ten asked, looking out the window.

“Don’t look at me,” Chenle shrugged, not even bothering to pause the videogame he was playing with Jisung.

“Oh, I wasn’t looking at you,” Ten assured him, crossing his arms and glaring at Haechan.

“Wha-?” Haechan almost choked on the cereal he was munching straight out of the box. “Why me?! I didn’t do anything!”

“It wouldn’t be the first time. You called the police for absolutely no reason last month.”

“No reason?” Haechan gasped. “No reason?! Renjun was trying to kill me!”

“Please, I barely touched you,” Renjun rolled his eyes at him.

“Did you say the police?!” Yangyang suddenly ran into the living room, pale and distressed.

“...Yangyang, what did you do?!” Ten asked in panic as he heard knocking on the door.

“NOTHING!” Yangyang yelled, eyes darting quickly from the main door to his room. “Hyung, please don’t open the door just yet. I need 5 minutes–no, 3 minutes–”

“Good evening, officer. Can I help you?” Taeil greeted a stoic-looking policeman at the door. He had dismissed the entire conversation and made his way to the door to open it, tired of the insistent knocking.

“Good evening, I was wondering if–,” The officer spoke only to be interrupted by an agitated young wolf.

“THEY ARE JUST PLANTS!” Yangyang defended himself from the inexistent accusation, causing all eyes to land on him.

Officer Seungcheol Choi glared at him in silence, before deciding that he really did not care what the hell he was talking about. His shift had finished hours ago and he was not getting paid enough for the headache he had right now. “I was wondering if Yuta Nakamoto and Shotaro Osaki live here.”

“Yes,” Taeil replied quickly. “W-why? Did something happen to them?”

“They are both fine,” Seungcheol said. “One of them entered his rut at the police station so I brought them here,” he said, pointing at the car where Shotaro was opening the door, allowing them to see Yuta lying on his side in the back seat.

“Shit,” Taeil murmured, rushing towards the car, followed by Ten.

The other members who were in the living room quickly gathered at the door to see what was going on while Seungcheol helped Shotaro get Yuta out of the car and into Ten and Taeil’s arms.

Yuta laughed weakly. “Why would the weakest members come to my rescue?”

“You’re in no position to complain,” Ten chided, circling Yuta’s waist with his arm.

“The big, strong ones are all out, so it’s either us or the kids,” Taeil added, ignoring the complaints from the youngest members yelling they were not kids.

They thanked the policeman and dragged Yuta into the house, managing to make him drink some water before giving him some privacy.

“That’s weird,” Renjun hummed when he came back to the living room after giving Yuta some suppressants. “Yuta hyung is usually very careful when it comes to his cycle. He always makes sure he’s home before his rut hits.”

“Unless…” Ten’s lips morphed into a teasing smile. “Someone triggered it.”

“No way!” Taeil raised his eyebrows and let out a little laugh of disbelief. “Did he find…?”

Shotaro, who was lying down on the sofa, looked at them with tired eyes and nodded.

“He imprinted?!” Renjun asked. “It’s happening so fast…Everyone’s finding their mate…”

“Don’t be sad, Renjunie,” Haechan cooed, hugging him.

“I’m not–,” he responded, trying to push him away.

“You’ll find yourself a kinky bad bitch who puts you in your place—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Renjun snapped at Haechan, slapping his back hard several times until he whined and apologized.

“What is she like?” Chenle asked absentmindedly while resuming his videogame with Jisung.

“I don’t know much about her but she works for the police,” Shotaro replied vaguely.

“Okay. Hot,” Ten approved.

“I fail to see how that’s hot,” Renjun refuted.

“Uh, hello? The uniform? The cuffs?” Ten explained very slowly like he was talking to an idiot and Taeil laughed, shaking his head from side to side.

“You hear that, Jisungie?” Haechan teased the youngest, who was trying very hard to pretend he didn’t hear him. “Handcuffs, like the ones I gifted you. Have you tried them on your mate yet?”

Jisung froze and his character on screen died right in that moment. Chenle laughed blatantly and celebrated his victory, giving Haechan a high five while Jisung quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Renjun frowned. “You know, one day Jisung will finally notice he’s grown to be taller and stronger than you and he’ll kick your ass. And I’ll enjoy it very much.”

“Just say you like my ass and go,” Haechan winked and quickly ran away, with Renjun chasing after him with murderous intent.

“Why were you at the police station anyways?” Taeil continued the conversation like nothing happened.

“They mistook us for someone else. Thought we stole a car or something,” Shotaro mumbled, pouting cutely. “And then Yuta hyung’s brain malfunctioned when he saw his mate and tried to confess to a crime he didn’t commit just to buy time with her.”

Chenle, Taeil, and Ten burst out laughing. They would make sure to tease Yuta about that later since he always prided himself on being cool and collected.

He was not cool and collected at all in his room, fucking into his fist and biting his lip. All he could think about was fucking the rut out of his system so he could go out and see you again. And then fuck you. He was sure you would feel way better than his hand; tight and hot around him as your tits bounced each time he thrusts inside you. He didn’t even need to picture you naked; he was more than okay with unbuttoning your blouse and riling your skirt up, taking you while still wearing your uniform and not caring if the entire police station saw. If you blushed just like you did when he confessed he imprinted on you, you would look so fucking cute. And if only you said his name a bit louder… He wasn’t a fan of people calling him by his last name, but the way you had called him ‘Mr. Nakamoto’...

“FUCK!” he grunted, cumming so hard that some drops landed on his face. His body finally relaxed on the messy bed sheets and he let out a breathy laugh. He was mostly laughing at himself; he had never been so desperate to cum before and it had been so intense he was sure he stopped breathing for almost an entire minute. If he felt like this just to the thought of you, then he knew actually touching you would be the end of him.

It was 4 days later that you saw Yuta Nakamoto again. He was casually leaning against the wall outside the police station like he owned the place.

“Hi, beautiful,” he called for you, smiling happily and approaching you.

“It’s Officer L/N to you,” you hissed, but couldn’t hide the blush on your ears at the memory of what you had done alone in the darkness while thinking of him.

“Officer L/N,” he corrected himself, biting back a smirk like he found the whole situation very amusing. “I wanted to see you.”

“I’m working,” you said. “Unless you have an emergency that the police can help with, you shouldn’t be here.”

Instead of sulking, he smiled.

So if I make an emergency happen I can come here?

“Don’t!” you yelled too quickly when you heard his thoughts.

His smirk grew wider.

I knew it. You can read minds.

It wasn’t a question but a statement. You froze. Your ability was precious to the police so you were instructed to keep it a secret. As for your personal life, many friends got awkward around you when they found out you could read their minds in the past, so you had learned to control your expressions and behavior so people couldn’t even suspect you knew what was going on in their heads. People didn’t like having someone in their heads. It was invasive, embarrassing,...

“Perfect,” Yuta said out loud this time. “That will make things easier.”

But Yuta didn’t seem to mind it.

“W-what?” you stuttered.

“You’ll know I mean everything I say.”

“...So what?”

“So you can trust me.”

“Trust you?” you scoffed and started walking away, but he quickly followed your steps and walked next to you.

“Can’t build a relationship without trust, can you?” he said casually.

“There’s no relationship between us.”

“Yet.”

“Listen,” you stopped right before the gate and turned to look at him. “You’re not my type.”

“Too bad. You’re totally my type,” he countered.

“Sounds like a you problem,” you said between gritted teeth.

Yuta laughed and the sound was endearing. “I’m afraid it’s very much your problem too.”

You gulped. “Meaning…?”

“I’m a man who knows what he wants,” he said staring at your lips.

And I don’t stop until I get it.

You glared at him, hoping he didn’t see the way your body shivered.

You know what I want right now?

You didn’t even need to read his mind to know the answer. The way he was staring at your lips and closing the distance between you told you all you needed to know.

“Officer L/N,” Seungcheol’s voice called for you. “All good over here?”

Thank god. Seungcheol had arrived to start his shift as well.

“All good,” you grumbled as Seungcheol stood in between you two, facing Yuta.

“How are you doing? Is your rut over?” Seungcheol asked.

Yuta nodded, his eyes still finding you behind your colleague’s figure. “Yeah, I’m fine now.”

“That’s good,” Seungcheul replied politely. “It was nice to see you but I can’t let you past this gate unless you have an emergency to report.”

“Right…” Yuta sighed.

Gotta cause some trouble first then, huh?

You glared at him over Seungcheol’s shoulder and shook your head. Even if Yuta couldn’t read minds he knew you didn’t want him to do that.

Unless you let me see you after your shift…

You rolled your eyes and got ready to walk away.

Got it. It’s been a while since the last time I broke into private property. I’ll see you after–

“My shift finishes at 8,” you blurted out suddenly. Or at least for Seungcheol, it was sudden; he had no idea about the mental conversation you had just had with Yuta.

“Great,” Yuta chuckled. “I’ll pick you up then,” he declared, before waving both of you goodbye.

“Uh…” Seungcheol hesitated as you two entered the police station. “Are you two…?

“No,” you said firmly. “I’ll just meet him once and tell him I’m not interested.”

“...You’re not interested?”

“Of course not!” you exclaimed and got irritated when Seungcheol just stared at you blankly. “He’s definitely not what I look for in a man.”

“You could have just told him that earlier.”

“I did! He’s just so stubborn–”

“So instead you agreed to go on a date with him?” Seungcheol scoffed, mocking you. “Sure, not interested at all…”

“It is not a date.”

“Mhm…”

“Seungcheol!”

“Whatever you say, Y/N,” he winked at you, before going into his office.

Time went by incredibly fast during your shift and you became more anxious as the clock got close to announcing 8PM. You collected your stuff slowly, kind of hoping if you took long enough Yuta would get bored and leave (if he even was out there waiting), but when you dragged your feet to the main gate you were met with his easygoing expression, like you hadn’t made him wait for almost half an hour.

“Tough day, officer?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, as you can tell I’m a busy person. Just go ahead and say what you have to say.”

“Sure,” Yuta said offering you a…helmet? “We should get going then.”

It was then that you noticed that this time, instead of the wall, he was leaning against a motorcycle. You looked at the helmet in your hands and then at Yuta who was swiftly getting on the motorcycle and patting the seat behind him, indicating for you to follow.

“Absolutely not,” you deadpanned.

“I thought you were in a hurry,” Yuta feigned confusion.

“Let’s just talk here.”

“Oh, alright, if you don’t mind your coworkers hearing that you triggered my rut and I spent days thinking about–”

You shrieked and quickly covered his mouth with your palms.

—you. I spent all these days thinking about you, and I know you’ve thought about me too.

You blushed and looked around. Some of your coworkers were leaving and waved at you in a friendly manner. You waved back. This was not something you wanted them to hear. So you put on the damn helmet and sat behind Yuta, trying to keep some distance between your bodies.

“You need to hold onto me,” Yuta said when he noticed your hands barely holding onto the edge of the seat behind you.

“You wish,” you spat back.

“I do,” he agreed. “But also, you’ll fly off otherwise. I don’t want you injured on our first date.”

“This is not a date—” you wanted to argue with him but as soon as you heard him starting the engine you panicked and your arms surrounded his torso automatically.

Yuta’s body tensed when he felt your body so close to his and then he released a long breath.

So warm…

You barely hear his thoughts over the sound of the motorcycle, but you were thinking the exact same thing: he was so warm. You gripped his clothes tightly as the vehicle started moving.

Just like that. Don’t let go.

You tried to let the wind hitting the helmet drown the sound of his thoughts but they were so loud, by the time you arrived at your destination you were dizzy, a blushing mess and your heart was beating hard and fast against his back.

“Officer L/N?” you heard him call your name. “We’re here. You can let go now.”

…Or don’t. I don’t mind staying like this.

Immediately, you pulled away from him and jumped out of the bike, your hands flying to fix your skirt which had ridden up your thighs, ignoring Yuta’s charming (annoying) laugh.

“What is this place?” you asked, looking around.

There was no one around besides Yuta and you. All you saw was the road, the forest and… a view of the whole city. You gasped out loud; even if it was a small city, with no big skyscrapers, the city lights still shone like a kaleidoscope contrasting the dark sky. You had asked to be transferred to work and live in a small town, away from all the noise and stress that the capital city had made you deal with. Since you moved to this town, you were glad that crime was low, people (humans, and non-human creatures alike) were mostly kind and you had a calm life…but you hadn’t paid proper attention to the beauty this city had to offer.

Speechless you turned around to look at Yuta, whose dark eyes were reflecting the city view. But he was looking at you, leaning forward while still sitting on his bike, his head resting on his arms lazily.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

And that was exactly what you were thinking about him. But you wouldn’t say it out loud.

“I asked you where we are,” you said firmly.

“My favorite place,” the werewolf said as he reached for the rear suitcase and unpacked whatever he had brought with him. “Cool view, huh?”

“Why did you bring me here?” you asked him in an irritated tone, not wanting to admit that the view was the most beautiful thing you had seen in a while.

“To spend time with you,” he replied as if it was obvious, as he laid down a blanket on the grass and placed several food containers on it.

“Is this…a picnic?”

“Yes.”

That was surprisingly…sweet. Not something you would expect from the werewolf in the leather jacket who rides a motorcycle around town. You kind of hoped your future partner would take you on cute little dates like this one. But Yuta was not in those plans.

“Nakamoto.”

“Hm?” he looked up at you, giving you his full attention. Your heart beat a bit faster when your eyes met but you had to stand your ground.

“I’m not going to date you.”

He narrowed his eyes, a glint of amusement in them. Then he hummed and went back to arranging the food. “You already are.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know I’m interested in you, yet you let me pick you up from work and take you for a ride at night. Now we are alone in a place that looks like a movie scene, about to eat food I made for you. Tell me that’s not a date.”

Well it did sound like a date when he said it like that, but you never agreed to that. “I’m going back.”

“Oh, yeah? You gonna walk all the way back to town in those heels?” he challenged you. “There are no other cars around the area, and phone reception sucks up here.”

You looked at your phone and confirmed that you wouldn’t be able to get in touch with anyone. The place looked deserted too. “You’re a psychopath.”

Yuta laughed out loud. This was the loudest and most cheerful you had heard him laugh before and it was quite cute how he threw his head back and his mouth opened wide, displaying his perfect smile without trying to look elegant at all. His laugh sounded so pure.

“I haven’t heard that one before,” he admitted when he calmed down, still giggling a little. “I didn’t plan to trap you here. I just wanted to take you somewhere nice and get to know you better, and I thought you might be hungry so I prepared something to eat. That’s all.”

As if waiting for the sign, your stomach growled loudly. How embarrassing.

“When was the last time you ate?” Yuta asked, a hint of concern noticeable in his voice.

“Uh, not sure…” you admitted. “Our shifts are a bit unpredictable sometimes.”

Yuta sighed. “Just eat with me? I’ll take you back right after. I promise. You can read my mind if you want.”

You rolled your eyes but let out a tired laugh. You didn’t even need to read the mind of someone who was such an open book. You finally sat down in front of him and looked at the food in front of you. “So, what do we have here?”

The Japanese straightened his back and started presenting you with a variety of food. “So, some of these may have gone a bit cold by now but we have here some yakisoba, this is sushi that should be eaten at room temperature so this is a perfect time… or if you are a vegetarian, you can try vegetable fried rice…or if you’re not into any of this stuff I prepared some sandwiches,” he rambled, looking a bit nervous for the first time since you met him.

“Did you make all this yourself?” you asked him.

“Yeah,” Yuta bit his lip nervously. “I’m not a chef but it should be edible.”

“You could have just bought some snacks.”

“I guess I could have but… I know that when people work a lot they end up eating just whatever and I wanted you to have a proper home-cooked meal…”

Another surprisingly sweet gesture from Yuta Nakamoto. It was so thoughtful and it probably took him hours in the kitchen. For you. Well, you were starving so why not give it a try?

You reached for the utensils he had placed in front of you and tried food from the container closest to you, under his expecting eyes.

It was delicious. If he wasn’t a chef then he should consider becoming one.

“...Not bad,” you commented like it wasn’t the best meal you’d had in months.

Yuta bit back a smile and started eating too. He didn’t miss the way your eyes sparkled and you almost sighed when trying his food, so he was incredibly proud of himself.

The more you ate the more you let your guard down, allowing Yuta to ask you simple questions about your hobbies, life, and general preferences. He also answered any question you had for him quite openly.

He kept his promise and took you home after. He didn’t try anything on you, but he did show up every Friday evening to pick you up from your shift. No matter how annoyed you were or pretended to be, each time you showed less resistance to getting on the bike, and you had stopped making plans for Friday night, knowing he would be waiting for you. Not that you would tell anyone this, but you were counting the minutes for your shift to end to see him again.

You enjoyed your time together until it was time to address the elephant in the room.

“This was fun…” you trailed off.

“But?” Yuta asked, knowing you were about to find an excuse.

“I have…plans, you know?” you sighed. “A reckless werewolf I met in the interrogation room imprinting on me is not part of my plans at all.”

“In my defense, I wasn’t supposed to be interrogated in the first place,” he said. “But I’m glad it happened.”

You sighed again. “You can’t give me what I want.”

“How do you know that?” he murmured. He was looking at you, but you didn’t dare meet his eyes, looking at the city view instead.

“I want calm. I want domestic,” you replied, frustrated and a bit tired.

“But you also want me,” he said.

“Nakamoto…”

“Can we stop calling each other by our last names?” he was starting to sound frustrated too. “We’re not strangers, Y/N.”

He was right. That was just your childish way of keeping some distance between you two.

“...Can you drop me home now?” you finally asked, not wanting to continue this conversation.

Yuta glared at you.

Won’t you even look at me?

You didn’t.

He scoffed.

As you wish.

The ride back was silent. You tried to get into his head and hear whatever he was thinking about, but he was thinking in his native language, blocking you indirectly. Since you met, he had tried to think in a language you would understand, giving you complete access to his head and heart, but you had hurt him. You didn’t get to read his thoughts if you weren’t capable of opening yourself up to him in return.

“Thank you,” you grumbled when you arrived at your destination, giving him the helmet back.

“You’re welcome,” he said dryly.

“You don’t have to pick me up from work next week,” you added.

“Gotcha,” he simply said, like he didn’t care. It angered you, but it was what you wanted, wasn’t it? So you didn’t say anything else and watched him leave. For the first time, he didn’t wait until you got into your house.

Did you regret it as soon as you reached your bed? Yes. Your chest felt tight and your eyes stung like you wanted to cry.

Would you do something to fix it? No. Because you were a coward, afraid of such an unconventional man, no matter how kind and lovely he was, approaching you and telling you he wanted to stay with you for life.

And he indeed didn’t pick you up the next week. When you finished your shift and left the station, no one was waiting there for you. Why would there be? You had told the poor guy to leave you alone, and he did. Perfect.

Just perfect.

But for some reason, you still cried yourself to sleep that night and woke up in the morning to a call from Seungcheol.

“Hello?” you groaned, rubbing your eyes sleepily.

“Hey, Y/N, no time for small talk,” Seungcheol said from the other side of the line. “I know you don’t work today but I really really think you should come.”

“W-why? What’s wrong?” you asked, very confused, but all these years of work had your body getting out of bed and getting ready automatically.

“Don’t panic,” he said now in a more calming tone. “What matter’s that no one got hurt–”

“What happened?!”

“Just come to my office!” he said before he hung up the phone.

You basically run to work, your feet hurting on your heels, your uniform all wrinkled, and your hair a mess, not even bothering to tie it up and look appropriate. You nervously greeted your coworkers and went straight into Seungcheol’s office.

“Seungcheol–”

“Finally!” he sighed, letting you in and locking the door behind him. “It’s gonna be okay, nobody else knows–”

“Know what?! Can you please give me some context?” you hissed nervously.

Seungcheol inhaled. “Do you know where your boyfriend was last night?”

“My what?!”

“Your boyfriend?” he repeated, now sounding as confused as you. “The Japanese one?”

“He’s not my boyfriend–”

“What do you mean? You guys have been dating for— it doesn’t matter. Just take a look at this,” he said, pointing at his laptop screen.

You got closer to his desk and watched the screen where security footage of some type of store was playing. You were about to ask what all this was about when you saw a familiar face entering the store and going through the product shelves urgently.

“Yuta…” you whispered.

In the video, the man opened a few jars, straight up drank the content of some of them, and emptied others in a bottle he was carrying. After a few minutes, he made a pained expression and bent down on the floor before he passed out.

You were holding your breath, your own body hurting at seeing him like that. Seungcheol skipped some parts of the video until someone who worked in the store discovered Yuta, who stood up and left, looking disoriented.

“This is the apothecary near the beach,” Seungcheol said. “The store owner won’t present charges because he didn’t actually steal. Apparently, he left cash on the counter for the stuff he took. The door wasn’t damaged either. It’s like he has experience breaking in.”

“W-why did he…. Oh, god,” you sighed.

“I checked his house. His pack hasn’t seen him since yesterday,” Seungcheol continued. “Any idea where he could be?”

“No…wait! Maybe—... I’m not sure,” you answered vaguely.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Seungcheol asked.

“No,” you said more firmly this time. “I think I’ll be fine by myself.”

“Okay,” Seungcheol agreed, passing you the patrol car keys. He could tell that something had happened between the two of you and that he should let you solve things by yourself. “But let me know of any updates. If you can’t find him by the end of the day his pack will file a missing report.”

“I’ll find him,” you assured him. He had to be at that place. The place where you had most of your dates. So that’s where you went.

And there he was, sitting on the grass and looking at the sunset over the city, in the same place where you had the most fun and heart whelming moments the last couple of months. You managed to send one last message to Seungcheol letting him know you had found Yuta before your phone service abandoned you.

Yuta looked at you getting off the car over his shoulder and went back to look into the sunset.

“Good evening, Officer L/N,” he said sarcastically.

You grimaced. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

You sighed and sat down next to him. He didn’t spare you a glance, just reached for his thermos bottle and filled his cup with tea.

“What happened yesterday?” you asked.

“Many things…”

“Okay…,” you nodded. “Why did you break into the apothecary?”

“I was in pain,” he said, grabbing another little cup from beside him and filling it with tea before offering it to you.

“What type of pain?” You accepted the cup, glad that he was somehow communicating with you. “Are you sick?”

“No, not sick,” he said raising his cup towards yours as if there was anything to cheer to.

“Then why were you in pain?” You clinked your cup with his and drank the tea, shuddering at the contrast between the warm beverage and the cool breeze caressing your face.

“My wolf was acting up…” he murmured, refilling both your cups. “I think he got used to seeing you every Friday and when it became late at night and didn’t have you near, he thought that starting an early rut would make me go find you,” he laughed bitterly and drank some more. “I really wanted to see you, but you told me not to, so I went to buy something for the pain instead but it was closed. It really fucking hurt so I entered anyways…Well, let me finish my tea before you arrest me.”

“You’re not under arrest. The owner won’t present charges,” you said. “I was just worried about you.”

“Why?” he asked, looking at you drink your second cup of tea.

“Because I care about you,” you admitted almost too easily.

“Then why do you push me away?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m kinda scared,” you said. “This whole imprinting thing…I didn’t see it coming.”

“That’s valid,” he sighed. “Did you at least enjoy hanging out with me?”

“It was the highlight of my week,” you giggled. “I loved it.”

“I’m glad,” he murmured before he winced in pain.

“What’s wrong?” you asked worriedly, placing a hand on his back. You could feel the heat radiating through his shirt.

“Told you,” he groaned. “Early rut.”

“You–...you’re in rut right now?!”

“Were you not listening earlier?” he laughed half-heartedly.

“I was! I just didn’t— fuck, okay, let’s take you home,” you said urgently, pulling his arm and making him stand up.

He let you guide him to the car and get him in the back seat without resistance. He focused on your face instead, like you were fascinating to look at and he had all the time in the world (which wasn’t the case; you had to get him back to town as soon as possible).

“Where are we going?” He asked tiredly as he let you lay him down.

“The hospital,” you said firmly. “Or wherever you can take care of your… uh, state,” you pointed at his body vaguely and then you gulped.

Did he really need to look this good in such a critical moment? Leaning on his forearms, with his legs slightly spread, his messy hair sticking to his forehead and nape, and his lidded eyes scanning your body.

“I like your hair today,” he casually said.

You clicked your tongue.“I didn’t have much time to get ready.”

“You look so hot. I want you so bad…”

You stopped trying to push his feet in the car and looked up to meet his reddened eyes.

Come here.

“I-...I have to drive,” you stuttered, trying to push him back when he leaned toward you.

He grabbed your arm before you could make your way to the driver's seat.

“We’re not gonna make it,” he simply mumbled. “It’s a long way to town…I won’t be able to resist you.”

“Then don’t,” you said simply and then you gasped, your hand flying to cover your mouth. Did you really just say that?

“Is that so?” Yuta purred while his fingers caressed your arm. “Officer L/N wants me to fuck her?”

You rolled your eyes, ready to tell him that you were not interested but instead what exited your mouth was: “Of course I do– shit!”

Now you covered your mouth with both hands. What the hell? What were you saying?

You looked at Yuta with wide eyes, but he didn’t seem surprised; if anything he looked smug.

Wait…

The tea.

“Did you put something in the tea?” you asked him angrily.

“Serum of truth,” he said shamelessly, pulling your body closer to his firmly so now you were in the car too, lying on top of him, your hands resting on the door behind his head.

“W-what?!” you shrieked. So that’s why you were saying everything you felt out loud. “Where did you get it? It’s not available in any store–”

“I made it myself,” he said, as his hands caressed your face. “Last night in the apothecary.”

“Y-you!” now you were furious. “Regular citizens can’t administrate the serum of truth. Ever!”

“What are you gonna do about it, hmm?” he cooed. “Call the police?”

“Uugh,” you groaned. You hated the guy. Except you didn’t.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting me, officer,” Yuta assured you. “I want you too. I have had the best orgasms since I started thinking about you when touching myself.”

“Shut up!” you yelped, now covering his mouth with your hands.

Thought about fucking you in this skirt.

Giving it to you so hard you would drop the fucking attitude.

“Oh my god,” you whined.

Have you thought about me too? You looked away. Embarrassed.

I bet you have. I could smell how wet you were the day we met.

…Shit I can smell it now too.

“Nakamoto,” you warned him but it sounded like a plea.

He hummed against your hands, deciding there was no reason for him not to use his hands on you too. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled them to have you sitting on his crotch in a swift motion. You gasped as your skirt rode up and you could feel his hard member pulsating against you in spite of the remaining layers of clothing between you.

Did it feel good?

Touching yourself with these beautiful hands, imagining it was me?

He kissed your palms and fingers lovingly like he was praising them for a job well done.

“S-so good…” you admitted in a tiny voice.

Yuta groaned, sending vibrations to your hands and then biting your finger playfully, finally making you release his mouth with a yelp.

“That should have been me touching you,” he grumbled, grabbing your hips and pressing you against his hard. “Why play hard to get if you were getting off to me anyways? So you kept going on dates with me, telling me you weren’t into me every time, just to go home and fuck yourself with these tiny fingers?”

You bit your lip, refusing to give him an answer and also because you were sure any sound escaping your mouth right now would be embarrassingly pathetic with the way his clothed crotch was rubbing against yours.

When you kept looking away he grabbed your face with his hand and made you face him. “Who do you think of when you fuck yourself?” he growled.

He seemed to think you were taking a little too long to reply because his other hand landed on your ass cheek loud and hard. You gasped and your hands grabbed onto his wrinkled shirt.

“I asked you a question,” he insisted when you only gasped and hissed instead of offering a proper answer.

“Answer me,” he breathed against your lips, his tone low and demanding, slapping your ass even harder twice. “Who were you thinking about?”

“Y-you!” you finally yelped. “I imagined it w-was you… every time…”

And with that, Yuta’s lips were immediately on yours, kissing you softly but firmly, letting out little pained whines. He honestly had no idea how he spent months seeing you without doing this before. It was like the tension was finally leaving his body.

You kissed him back nervously. You still couldn’t quite comprehend that you were finally giving in and allowing your body and heart to do what they really wanted. Then you felt the same hands that had slapped you gently massaging the mistreated area.

We’re done playing games. You’re mine now.

You moaned and he nipped at your bottom lip and slid his tongue into your mouth, licking and sucking eagerly and making it hard to keep up with him.

You want that? Want me to make you mine?

“Y-yeah,” you barely breathed out as he kissed your jaw. And damn, the stupid serum was still making you admit to the most embarrassing things. “But–”

But you want calm and domestic.

He fixated on your neck, biting and licking.

And you think I can’t give you that?

“N-nakamoto…”

If you like my last name that much you can have it.

What do you say? I really like the sound of Y/N Nakamoto.

“Fuck…,” you sighed. He seemed to have found his favorite spot on your neck, sucking like he couldn’t get enough.

Say it. Say you want to be mine.

You finally gave in. “P-please…–Ah!”

And then you felt a sharp sting on the same spot he had been sucking on. He moaned as his fangs pierced your skin, one of his hands holding you by your nape while his other arm circled your waist. Your neck started tingling; a funny sensation that soon spread until reaching your toes and making them curl.

“Taste so good,” he whispered against your neck.

You whined, gripping his clothes desperately, to the point he could probably feel your nails digging into his skin through the fabric. Your body was tickling all over like you were being caressed with feathers and it felt frustrating. You needed something, but you didn’t know what. Your body seemed to have a clear idea though, your hips moving slowly against Yuta’s.

He let go of your neck, kissing your lips sweetly before looking down where your bodies were moving in synch. He let out a heavy sigh and placed his hands on your ass, helping you move.

“It’s– It’s not…” you mumbled, letting out a frustrated whimper.

“Hmm?” he asked, unable to look away from the tent in his pants digging into your wet underwear, having pulled your skirt to your waist.

“It’s n-not enough,” you finally said.

“Agreed,” he grumbled. His hands flew toward his jeans, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper clumsily.

Your lust-driven brain made it hard for you to think clearly, but you understood what was important: those jeans needed to go. So you lifted your lower body to give him some space to undress himself, but he growled.

“Where the fuck are you going?” he asked, pulling his pants and boxers down hastily, just enough to free his reddened cock. His thighs would probably hurt with the way the fabric would cut the circulation but he couldn’t care less right now. He wanted your warmth back on him. “Get back here.”

“Wanna take these off…” you trailed off as you pointed at your panties, trying to untangle yourself from him in such a small space.

“Later,” he breathed out, bringing your body closer to his again. “Can’t wait.”

He pulled your panties to the side and positioned your hips right over his until your pussy was pressed against his member resting on his lower abdomen.

“O-oh god,” you whined, as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit. “It’s so warm…”

“So wet,” he groaned at the same time. His shaky hands caressed your waist as you started moving experimentally, gliding against his cock. He let out a choked moan. “F-fuck!”

He reached for your shirt and unbuttoned it hurriedly, lowering it down your shoulders and pulling your bra down as you continued moving back and forward. He sighed at the sight of your uncovered breasts, and let the tip of his tongue tease one of your nipples.

I’ve been wanting to taste these tits for so long.

The same nipple got engulfed in the warmth of his mouth as he sucked hard.

“Ah— Haa….” you moaned, arching your back.

Faster.

You obeyed, grinding harder and faster, feeling your climax building up as a knot in your stomach. “I’m close….Oh!”

He hummed but his mouth was too occupied toying with your breasts to speak. Luckily he didn’t need to speak out loud for you to hear him.

Me too, beautiful.

Your taste’s driving me fucking crazy.

Can’t wait to taste all of you…

You gasped and a shiver ran up your spine. “O-oh fuck…”

May I?

Can I eat your pussy?

Your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open, your movements turning desperate as you pressed your clit against the head of his cock.

Tell me I can, beautiful.

His tone was pleading, like he didn’t know you would say yes to anything he asked.

Yeah? Can I?

Opening his eyes to look up at your face, he stuck the tip of his tongue out and flicked your hardened nipple quickly, no doubt imitating the way he would toy with your clit. All you had to do was say…

“YES! Yes, y-yes, fuck! Yuta, yes!” you screamed. Your body convulsed on top of his, covering his dick with your release.

He finally let go of your sore nipples, looking at your orgasmic expression in awe.

Suddenly he grabbed your hips and started thrusting up rapidly.

“S-shit, Y/N…,” he gulped. “Feels t-too fucking good I…Ah! I can’t—,” his words were interrupted by a gasp, and then his body tensed as spurts of cum tainted his wrinkled shirt.

He lay on his back and you collapsed on top of him, both of you panting tiredly.

“...You called me by my name,” Yuta whispered.

You pushed against his pecs to lift yourself a little, looking at his delighted expression. He looked like it was Christmas and he had received the most precious of gifts.

You tried not to smile. “Really? Among all the things that just happened, you’re happy that I said your first name?”

“Mhmm…it makes me really happy,” he agreed, surrounding you with his arms. “Plus, you didn’t just say my name. You screamed it.”

You cleared your throat, embarrassed. “I should d-drive us back now…” you mumbled, trying to stand up, but before you could even blink you were on your back on the leather seat with Yuta sitting between your legs.

“Not yet,” he said, taking your panties off handily. “Wanna taste you.”

If you were on a proper bed, he would lie down on his stomach easily, but the back seat of the car was too small for that. He knew it wasn’t the most appropriate place for mating, but he just couldn’t wait another 25-30 minutes until you were back in the city. It didn’t matter if the position wasn’t ideal; he had to taste you now.

“Y-yuta?! Wha—” you yelped when your hips were raised by his strong hands, leaving only your upper back, neck, and head resting on the seat.

He hovered over you and pulled your hips closer to his face, placing your legs over his shoulders and burying his face between them with no hesitation.

“FUCK! Yuta– Aaaah!” your hands reached for his head and pulled his hair. “W-wait!”

You said I could.

He hummed, sending vibrations through your body as he made out with your pussy.

“I did but–” your legs kicked the roof of the car as a reflex when he sucked on your clit. “B-but not like t-this…”

Why not?

You’re fucking delicious.

And you’re all mine.

“This p-position is…Oh! It’s too embarrassing…” you whined. Your uniform was wrinkled around your waist, tits and pussy exposed as he bent you in such a scandalous and vulnerable way.

Don’t be embarrassed.

Never with me.

You’re perfect.

Yuta’s tongue circled your entrance slowly and your hands went from his hair to your reddened face, trying to cover your flustered expression.

What’s wrong?

The tip of his tongue slid in. You whined.

Doesn’t it feel good?

He went in deeper, rolling his eyes at the way your walls contracted against the wet muscle.

“Ah!” you squirmed, but he held you firmly, fucking you with his tongue.

Tell me, beautiful.

I need to know

He knew damn well it felt good, especially with the way his nose was rubbing your clit. You wished you could be mad at him, but then one of his hands left your hips to look for your breasts, grabbing and massaging.

Do you like it?

“Fuck! I- I love it ah– aaahh!” you moaned and your hands went back to his head when he started licking your clit again.

Me too.

I fucking love everything about you.

“Yuta, oh g-god…” you panted and your eyes rolled back when his tongue circled your clit.

Wanted to do this for so long.

Since the first time I saw you.

Wanted to eat you out on the table I was handcuffed to at the station.

Didn’t care if everyone saw.

You just smelled so good I knew you would taste like heaven.

“I’m g-gonna cum—fuck, Yuta I– Ah! Oooh!” your legs started shaking around his head.

Cum for me, beautiful.

You tensed in his arms and the tip of his tongue flicked your clit torturously fast, bringing you to another orgasm. You moaned embarrassingly loud and pushed his head closer to your center, much to his delight. His arms circled your hips and secured you in your place as he drank your release, only letting go when you became a trembling mess.

“Does your neck hurt?” Yuta’s voice asked, raspier than usual, taking you out of your post-release bliss.

“It will surely hurt tomorrow,” you complained weakly.

“Sorry, Y/N. I’ll give you a massage later,” he promised. “I just couldn’t find a better way…”

“Didn’t think of 69ing?” You asked tiredly.

“Oh,” Yuta hesitated for a moment and then laughed. “No, I didn’t think about it. That would have been good too…”

You snorted. His brain really was consumed by his rut. It was better to take him home soon. The sky was already dark so it was probably getting late. “How about we get back now–Yuta!” you gasped when you felt his hardened member gliding against your sensitive pussy lips lazily.

“Once. Let me knot you just once and we can go,” he answered, pressing his hips against yours. But he used all his remaining self-control to halt his movements and look into your eyes. “Unless you really don’t want this…”

When you first found out he had given you serum of truth you were angry, but the more you thought about it, the more fair it seemed. You had access to his thoughts all the time. You knew his real feelings and intentions but refused to communicate honestly. He had been at a disadvantage the entire time, being so open about everything but never getting a single word out of you. Now you couldn’t lie to him. And that was fine. You didn’t want to. If anything it felt relieving to say everything you thought finally.

“I want it,” you said. “I want you.”

Yuta gulped. “Yeah? You sure?”

You reached for his shirt and helped him take it off before you lay back on your back. Your hands wandered over his body, caressing his defined chest and abs, and your fingers traced the outline of a butterfly tattoo on his stomach. His eyes were trained in your hands touching all of him, and he didn’t notice when you lifted your hips slightly, pressing your crotch against his aching cock and he let out a shaky moan, his body bending forward and caging you on the seat.

“I’m sure,” you said, cupping his face and kissing his lips.

He kissed you back eagerly, licking and nibbling your lips until the burning sensation of his cock entering you made you gasp. He looked into your eyes as he went deeper. When he finally was all the way in his eyebrows furrowed and he hid his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the bite mark he had left earlier. For a moment he wasn’t able to speak, panting heavily and shaking, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was feeling.

Fuck…

So tight…

This is so…

I’ve never felt…

…Y/N.

His thoughts were a mess and all that left his mouth as he thrust into you were soft moans.

“I’m s-so full…” you whispered, lost in the sensation of Yuta stretching you over and over.

Your voice seemed to bring enough strength to him to use his voice. “Yeah?” he grunted, pulling out until only the tip remained inside and then ramming into you harshly, rolling his eyes back and basking in your moans. “I’ll keep you full, beautiful.”

Your head was swimming. All you could do was nod and moan in response to his hips speeding up. He felt so hard and hot inside of you. You may have said that out loud. And you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed right now.

“D-don’t stop,” you begged him.

He kisses your lips softly before sitting up, holding your hips in his hands. “Wasn’t planning to…” he sighed and slammed back into you, his movements becoming so forceful that the car was shaking, and anyone who saw it from the outside would know what was happening immediately.

I’m not gonna last… Fuck.

“Yuta, I’m c-close too…so close,” you whispered. “Just a little bit more.”

Yuta’s fingers dig into the skin of your hips, fucking you as hard and fast as he can. For a minute you feel him deep inside of you you couldn't breathe and then there was something bigger trying to push in and stretch you even more. “Aaah! AH! YUTA!”

“You’re taking it so well, Y/N,” he said firmly although his voice was a bit shaky. “My knot is almost in.”

“It’s even bigger…,” you mumbled nervously. “Maybe it won’t fit.”

Yuta kissed your lips. And one of his hands found your clit. “It will fit. We are mates. Our bodies are meant to fit perfectly.”

He massaged your clit and kissed you, and once he noticed you were not as tense as before, he pushed his knot inside right in time for the endless spurts of cum that came out of his cock, pressing insistently against your most sensitive area and making you feel even fuller.

“FUCK! OH, FUCK Y/N! Aaahh… shit oh!” he moaned, never stopping his hips movements.

Yuta’s hand still hadn’t left your clit, determined to get one more orgasm out of you. He used his thumb to rub the sensitive nub in fast circles that soon had you trembling.

“Yuta— Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod…ah…AH! Ooooh fuck, fuck, Aah!!”

Your body trembled, trapped by the werewolf’s skilled hands as he caressed your hair and kissed your face, giving you the sweetest compliments to help you come back to reality.

Somehow, Yuta managed to be back on his back with you laying on top of him. He kissed your forehead and caressed your body.

Both of you fell into a comfortable silence again. When you heard Yuta let out a breathless laugh you were going to ask him what he was thinking about, but you could hear it very well.

When I said ‘fuck the police’…

I didn’t think I would do it literally.

You hit his arm. “Yuta!”

And in a patrol car of all places hahah

His laugh became contagious and soon both of you were laughing out loud.

When you both calmed down you spoke again.

“When your knot deflates we’ll go back to the city, okay?”

“Mhmm, thank you for coming for me, Y/N…”

“How did you know I would come?”

“I didn’t… but I hoped you would.”

You hummed and caressed his chest.

“What are you thinking about,” He suddenly asked. It was his turn to be curious.

“Just… about everything. This really wasn’t in my plans, but maybe it’s not a bad idea to change my life plan.”

“You don’t have to change anything,” he said. “You want stability, romanticism, domestic life with your partner… I can give you that.”

“Can you?” you asked hopefully, but not wanting to put too much pressure on him.

“Of course. I am economically and emotionally stable, all the dates I’ve planned for us were romantic because I am a romantic myself, and I imagine a domestic life with you in which we both help out in the house or I become your house-husband while you catch the bad guys. Whichever you prefer.”

You giggled “So the werewolf in the leather jacket has a soft spot.”

He snorted. “Shut up! I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Just wait and see, Officer L/N”

#nct drabbles #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct smut #nakamoto yuta #yuta nct #yuta smut #nakamoto yuta x reader #nakamoto yuta smut

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churipu · 1 year ago

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Hi can I request the jjk men (toji, yuji, yuta, sukuna) with an s/o who doesn’t show any emotions?? If you do thank youu. <3

JJK MEN + "NO EMOTIONS" PARTNER 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖

featuring. toji fushiguro, itadori yuuji, yuuta okkotsu, sukuna ryomen x reader

warnings. cursing, soft and ooc toji and sukuna :(

note. hi hi nonnie :( sorry for the very late update to your ask — uni has been busy lately, but i promise all my inbox is going to be emptied, even if it takes long.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. he tries to make you show emotions — teasing you, annoying you, anything that could make you be at least a little emotional; whether it is happy or sad (kidding, he wants you to be happy all times).

toji doesn't actually mind. but he wanted you to be more reactive of his teasing, because he didn't get the point of teasing if you weren't angry at him. instead of you being angry, or telling him that he should stop, all he got was a nod and an "it's okay".

so the top of his bucket list was to break down this emotionless wall of yours.

preparing a snack for both you and toji at movie night, you spent your sweet time in the kitchen. waiting for the popcorn to cook, when suddenly he stomped inside, boldly asking you, "what the fuck do we have for snacks?"

seeing you flinch in surprise, toji awaited your answer. ready to receive a mouthful of angry words, but all you did was stare at him with those beautiful doe e/c eyes of yours — and you meekly said, "popcorn."

the male's gaze softened as he reaches his hand out to you, "don't ever let me talk to you like that ever again," he pulled you into a warm embrace, "got it?"

you nod, "okay."

he never does that again.

ITADORI YUUJI. opposites attract. opposites attract. opposites attract. i said what i said. yuuji finds you amusing, especially the way you're always so unbothered about . . . everything? he asks himself how you're able to do that, and tries to find out the anatomy behind it. which ended up leaving him more clueless than ever.

you get a cut on a mission? you were just okay. you get hit by something that wasn't directed at you? okay. you get insulted? okay. it was okay, okay, and okay with you.

although, the male is a firm believer that even you — could feel hurt sometimes. after all, you are still human, right? so he's always the one telling people off for you, even if you tell him that it's not needed and that you were okay. yuuji doesn't believe in that.

"hey, piss off — don't say that about my partner." yuuji glares at a male, eyeing him up and down in menace.

"yuuji, let's go," you grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him away from the scene, and yuuji was still giving out stink eyes to the same male, motioning his finger across his neck like a threat.

even if you didn't manage to express it, you were very very thankful for him. because he is right. you do feel hurt at times, but it was something you hear a lot so you don't bother.

YUUTA OKKOTSU. honestly, he gets pretty intimidated at first. he's always so fidgety around you — it's pretty funny. but when he actually got to know you, yuuta's a little surprised that you could crack out jokes (unknowingly), and everyone ends up laughing . . . except for you.

he's really attracted to you. and rika, well, she wasn't the keenest on knowing that (she tried to hurt you) — but yuuta was there to tell her off nicely. rika still didn't like you at all, she tolerates you at times, but after a mission with yuuta, where you found yourself in a position of taking a blow meant for him. rika still hates you (not), it's getting there, she didn't want to kill you. that's progress.

"why did you do that?!" yuuta ran towards you, grabbing your upper arm, pulling you up.

". . . do what?" you asked nonchalantly before wincing out in pain.

and i guess, ever since then, yuuta has been stuck to your hip. he gets really excited to see you, even if you don't look as excited. but still — something about you attracts him, which eventually leads to the both of you dating.

still the same, you barely show any emotions. barely. that was also progress, with him, you could actually be honest with your feelings. but with anyone else? big no.

yuuta feels very honored. protects you. tells rika to protect you. he's so in love with you.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. oh, he despises it a lot. this man, he isn't satisfied if he doesn't get a reaction out of you — which he doesn't. most of the time. at most, you're going to brush him off and walk away, which he deemed as "being angry", but he's just embarrassed because it's not often someone brushes him off just like that.

kind of like a love language. he teases you to show affection, but when you don't react. it's like a punch to the gut, like you don't acknowledge his love for you.

but sukuna would never say that out loud.

despite that, you also had a way of showing love to him. it's not one of the 5 main love languages, but it works for him. sukuna pretends not to know, but he knows. and he secretly loves it.

you always. always without forgetting a day, scribble down on a post it note and leaving it somewhere that sukuna always notices. whether it being on the fridge stuck to a magnet, on the kitchen island, on the coffee table in the living room, by the corner of the bathroom mirror, by the snack cabinet. sukuna could always find at least three in a day, randomly stuck around.

and on the note, it would just be a random "i love you" or a cute doodle of animals holding a heart or a flower for him. he didn't ask you why you do it the first few times and just goes along with it, secretly keeping them all in a secret place where he makes sure you weren't going to find out.

"why'd y'keep leaving these random notes everywhere?" sukuna grunted.

"why? should i stop?" oh, sukuna was actually a bit mortified at the thought of not finding anymore notes specifically made for him, so he could only be silent, "doesn't matter what you think — i like making 'em."

oh, thank god.

he never questions you on it ever again in fear that you'd actually stop.

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kapeeshkapoosh · 1 year ago

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game night 🃁

a/n: a lil toge fic, i dont know what’s considered a oneshot or drabble lol pls help!!! i might make fics for toge that can be read as stand alones or a series idk tho?

synopsis: Game night with the first and second years where they play UNO

contents: fluff, maki x yuta, toge and y/n are just friends :’( , mutual pining tho, bit of swearing, megumi is an uno menace, not checked, implied fem, 914 words, no use of y/n in this fic?

Inumaki Toge x F! Reader

Every week, per Yuji’s request, the first and second years held a game night. Everyone would take turns hosting the game night with a game of their choice. Today was Maki’s turn, and she had chosen UNO - but with a special deck. Everyone had agreed, and the points were being kept, so the loser had to treat them all to boba.

So far, Maki had gotten the most points, which you and everyone else had called rigged, and you had the least.

“Dammit! Toge, stop giving me cards!” You whined, picking up 10 cards from the pile. From above his collar, his eyes turned into crescents, and you could tell he was laughing. Maki was also laughing with her two cards in hand.

As she placed a reverse card to you, she called out smugly.

“UNO.”

Everyone groaned in sync, and you sadly placed down a wildcard, changing the colour to green. Then it was Inumaki’s turn again. He picked up a card from the deck in the middle, and after a second of reading, he laughed.

“What is it Inumaki-senpai?" Yuji asked, hyper, leaning over to peek at what the card was. Inumaki turned the card over, showing everyone the wildcard with familiar handwriting in the middle.

‘You get to pick any player to pick up 20 cards, and you can pick any player to get rid of 20’

Nobara gasped loudly after reading.

“INUMAKI-SENPAI, PLEASE.”

She held up her deck of cards, fifteen cards in hand from Megumi continuously stacking on her.

"Toge, give Yuta twenty cards!" Panda shouted, frustrated, as he held a clutter of cards in hand.

“No?! Give Megumi them! He’s been a menace this whole game!” Nobara exclaimed, Yuji backing her up as Megumi had also been skipping Yuji’s turn every time. “And take away my fifteen cards!” Nobara yelled again.

“Wait guys! Maki’s been winning the most games, and she only has one card!” Yuta shouted above everyone, and everyone went silent.

Maki’s eyes were trained on her boyfriend as he smiled nervously. “It’s just a game-?”

"Maki, pick up twenty cards.”

Inumaki said, forcing the green-haired girl to collect twenty cards. “What?!” She shouted angrily, unable to defend her case as his cursed technique had taken over.

Then Inumaki looked over to you. Your laughter cooled down as you felt his eyes on you.

“Hm? What is it?” Inumaki tilted his head at you. “Oh! Do you need cough syrup for your throat?" Inumaki then shook his head, lifting the card up. Pointing at the text.

“You want me to get rid of twenty cards?” You squinted your eyes at him, trying to see if he was pulling any tricks. He nodded, the skin around his eyes creasing as he smiled.

“After you gave me ten?” You giggled, watching as Inumaki rolled his eyes playfully. He then turned around, pretending to tap Panda.

“Wait! I’ll take the offer! If it’s still up-?” You grinned at Inumaki, ready to get rid of your abundance of cards. He sighed sarcastically and nodded, watching as you shoved twenty cards back under the deck.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Nobara raged, “This is favouritism!" She accused, pointing at the two of you.

Inumaki could only shrug as you beamed, wafting your eight cards around. It wasn’t that much of a push in the game, considering that Megumi and Yuta were on three cards, but it was enough to make you motivated to win.

As the turns went around a few times, it finally came back to you, and you stacked five plus two’s onto Inumaki. “sorry?” You smiled at Inumaki as he gasped loudly. Your deck of cards now all gone.

“I WIN!!”

Unfortunately, at the end of the night, you still had the fewest tallys and were to buy everyone boba on Friday.

After a while of chatting and snacks, everyone had got ready for bed and settled into their sleeping bags in Maki’s dorm. Drifting to sleep, you got a notification on your phone.

Toge >:) :

you still got the forfeit after you gave me 10 cards, that’s karma :)

You ^• - •^ :

seriously toge?!??!!!

i thought u were being nice to me after you got rid of my 20 cards :’(

Toge >:) :

i felt bad because maki kept stacking on you but then you gave me 10 cards???? :0

You ^• - •^ :

wow so mean to me for no reason

i thought we were bsfs D:

Toge >:) :

we’re not XD

go to sleep

You ^• - •^ :

true, i like yuta better than u B)

Toge >:) :

?!?!!?!?!?

You ^• - •^ :

just kidding ur my favourite >3<

Toge >:) :

thankyou :D

i will split the bill w you for boba

You ^• - •^ :

REALLY?????

i love u omg

Toge >:) :

go to sleep :P

You ^• - •^ :

noo not yet

Toge >:) :

zzzzzzz

You ^• - •^ :

wtf ;(

toge come back

Read at 01:46am

fine then >:(

goodnight toge

Toge >:) :

gn ^▾^

You ^• - •^ :

sassy man apocalypse is real :(

You turned off your phone, turning around in your sleeping bag to see Inumaki grinning, his phone casting a blue light across his face.

You made eye contact across the room, and you shook your head at him jokingly. He raised an eyebrow at you, then going back to his phone.

ding!

You reached for your phone and opened the message. It was a GIF of a heart locket, opening up with a cat inside saying, ‘i love you’.

Looking up from your phone, Inumaki was already looking at you, his collar pulled down, revealing his lips curved into a sweet smile.

You ^• - •^ :

i love u too toge

goodnight!! ^3^

Toge >:) :

goodnight :)

this is what toge sent LMFAO

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #inumaki x reader #inumaki #inumaki toge #jjk fluff #toge x reader #toge inumaki #kapeeshkapoosh #jjk inumaki #inumaki toge x reader

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stellayuta · 7 months ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen characters as Formula one drivers!!

A/n: I'm in the midst of writing part 3 of my jjkxf1 fic, and thought this had to be made. It contains the comparison with a little blurb of explanation. Enjoyy

Geto Suguru as Nico Rosberg and Gojo Satoru as Lewis Hamilton

> Nico Rosberg and Lewis Hamilton fostered one of the most infamous and long term friendships in Formula one at one point which was soured when the then World Championship Hamilton lost to his teammate Nico Rosberg. Rosberg's controversial means to win was frowned upon by Hamilton and though Rosberg retired post the championship, Lewis continues to be the GOAT.

Megumi Fushiguro as Oscar Piastri

> One of the most talented young drivers in the current crop and the most promising young sorcerers of jujutsu tech. Both Piastri and Megumi are fierce team players who know when to stand out and deliver. They always have their team's back and are known for their calm, composed and stable demeanor.

Yuta Okkotsu as Charles Leclerc

> Give these poor kids some eye cream and antidepressants ffs ^^ Young drivers touted to be the next G. O. A. T in their fields. Leclerc and Okkotsu share the burden of being the most relied upon by their usually incompetent/not as powerful squad/engineers. Their stress levels are off the chart and their bad luck usually never fails to come into play during crucial moments.

Maki Zenin as Max Verstappen

> dududu.ok I'll stop. Inhumane levels of pressure (abuse) on an innocent kid from a well respected, veteran clan of well known sorcerers/drivers? Max and Maki have a lot more in common than their drive to win and their hunger to prove themselves. They are loyal and moral people who are tough on the outside and equally welcoming and soft on the inside when not at work.

Mahito as Lance Stroll

> Is it just me or they have their menacing aura and unsettlingness in common? Sorry if there are any lance fans here but just I can't ignore their similarities. Both of seem like the type to cause problems for everyone, be it their high and mighty self beliefs or their foulplay. It seems like everyone in jjk and on the track have had beef with them at some point or the other.

Kento Nanami as Sebastian Vettel

> Oh yes. The dad who stepped up vs the dad who stepped up. Vettel and Nanami share their belief of fostering the young generation and acting as mentors and a stepping stone. As witnessed by how protective Nanami is of Yuuji and how Vettel was concerned about Norris during a crash, it shows how both of them champion the rights of young generation. Goats, truly.

*.)

A/n: how'd you like this list?? Lemme know if you want a part 2 with other characters. Comment your thoughts below!! <3

#jujutsu kaisen #anime #manga #gojo satoru #jjk #smut #geto suguru #megumi fushiguro #nanami kento #maki zenin #yuta okkotsu #formula one #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #lance stroll #sebastian vettel #max verstappen

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multifandomslxt · 1 year ago

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Nct 127 as fratboys Pt.2

Yuta

Lemme just start off by saying

HE WILL TAKE YOUR BITCH!!!!

lmaooo

This man has a different girl on his arm every week

I am so serious

It was Keisha, It was Sonya, It was Tonya, It was Monique, It was Nece, It was Keke

if you ask him

He'll tell you he didn't fuck them but he did

multiple times

and it's ironic because

He takes at least 3 gender studies courses every year

so this man right here is a feminist Fratboy

lmaooo

he respects women but will never turn down s3x

He's an Architectural Design Major

so he's good with hands and stuff *wink wink*

the type to skip lectures but still pass the course

He is at EVERY SINGLE party

will never miss one

he 100% knows that him being a feminist contributes to the amount of pu$$y he gets

if y'all fuck he gives you a lollipop or a coupon as a parting gift

if you were good just know he's gonna check on you every 2 weeks lmaoo

"That pussy still mine right?...well it's yours in theory because you know I don't own your body but you get what I'm saying..."

He's a jerk but also...not a jerk

Doyoung

please this man would be the snobbiest

most uptight fratboy everrrrrr

He's an Economics major

don't be mistaken though honey

He's uptight asf but he is a frat boy

anything you need just ask him

yes he cusses Johnny out whenever the house smells like weed

but he's the one that buys it every Tuesday and Thursday @ 4pm sharp

Yes, he smokes it but don't tell anyone...

YES, hell tell you he's celibate if you ask

but between me and you...

he definitely fucked that one lecturer so she could fix his grades

and he also fucked her daughter

and the daughter's best friend...

anywayyyyyyyy he doesn't like to talk about it.

ifc you were to compare all of em

i'd say Doyoung has one of the highest body counts here

but strangely enough no one would know

unless he said it

He's had multiple pregnancy scares

to the point where now

he has a bank account open just for that

Hates bitches who try to hard

but loves the chase

he's sneaky asf and if you know what's good for you stay out of his way

Jaehyun

The embodiment of fratboy

He's 100% a legacy

generations of menacing behaviour

he's a business major

daddy's money type of guy

so he really doenst give a fuck

he does EVERYTHING

smokes

hosts sex parties (much to Taeil's displeasure)

Fucked an entire sorority

fails his exams

leads girls on

etc.

he is allergic to relationships

there i said it

where as i can see the rest of em settling down eventually

if Jaehyun were to settle...he'd cheat.

yes, he wears his cap backwards and calls you "shawty"

surprisingly, he has female friends that he chersihes

gives them advice on how to steer clear of gutys like him

he's a jerk.

lmaooo 'm so sorry but it's true

he fucks allooooot

Loves easy pre

he aint willing to chase nobody

he has the highest body count in the frat.

not ashamed of it at all

surprisingly keeps up with his monthly doctors appointments

Beer pong is his calling

As mentioned ealier his jungle juice could put you in a coma

honestly, he probabaly has more alchohol than blood in his body

THE KINGGGG

OF SITUATIONSHIPS

if you can't handle that STAY OUT OF HIS WAYYYYYYYYYY

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reveluving · 2 years ago

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oh, to be happily married to gojo and toji, unaware that geto has been perving on you ~

warnings: smut obv (includes voyeuristic!geto, dp, mmf/threesome, unprotected sex, 'baby' as your petname, dumbification, dacryphilia, possessive husbands who are also menaces in the sheets <;3)

c'mon im offering (pls)

voyeur!geto watching you get dp'ed and doted by your husbands?? hello???

like, it's a miracle geto didn't unleash the ultimate catastrophe as soon as he learned about your marriage to the two?? it was initially a plan made by the higher-ups to ensure you, a special grade, aren't loitering around but you've known gojo and toji even before the arrangement was made, so they willingly ask for your hand, much to the old geezers' displeasure.

oh, how he despises the thought of even sharing you.

but...

he also wonders if things could've been different for him? had he not turned out the way he was now, would he have the chance to ask for your hand, too?

poor geto tries his best to control himself—his anger isn't towards you, no no. but now, he has to live with the fact that his future queen is married to not one but two men he hated most—the infuriating smart-mouth he once called his best friend, and Zenin's very own disappointment.

absolute forces to be reckoned with.

so, the best he can do is wait for the right time. though he wouldn't be caught dead with his ways as a peeping Tom, how could he resist learning more about what makes you smile the brightest?

or what makes your cheeks burn the hottest?

or what makes you scream the loudest?

earning and receiving your affection have become a competition between those two—from buying you your favourite treats to being the first to give you a massage after a long day.

but, even when the two fight for your attention like the rent is due, it's when they'd put aside their differences for you that never fails to make your face grow hot.

having to control his own anger and raging hard on as he watches you—pretty blissful you, cock drunk pressed up against you, toji against your chest while gojo against your back. gojo licks your sweat off the back your neck, letting out the most lewd groan in your ear.

toji holds your head up by the cheeks, his signature wolfish grin as he continues to stare in your tear-stained yet lustful eyes.

"it's too much isn't it, baby?" toji's condescending tone was clear, but you couldn't care less nor feel shameful about it, "aw, it is? oh, my poor baby."

gojo's was no different, opting to hear your mewls even more by thrusting deeper into you, the smack of his hips against your much more obscene than the rest. your toes continue to curl and dig into the stained sheets, unable to stop yourself from dripping down their cocks.

not when the whole point of having you in between them is to turn your brain to mush and mark you both in and out with their cum.

"of course it's too much," he cooed, shooting toji a quick yet frightening glare for hogging your attention before the usual lilt in his voice returns, "she's my sweet dumb baby."

you raise your head a little higher, releasing a shaky moan as toji licks a stripe up your neck—absolutely unaware of the menacing pair of eyes staring at you on the other side of your window, craving to see you in your most intimate, practically taking in the sight of your delicious body glinting from the sheen of sweat and the beads of cum that decorated across your face.

also, there's something about toji and gojo knowing that there is in fact intruder watching, and it doesn't take them long to know. they may not agree with each other on a lot of things but more often than not, they can be quite similar at times, including now.

being the only ones who are allowed to see you this way, to feel you, to mark you.

to protect you.

bonus:

this man has a breeding kink, and you cannot tell me otherwise.

but his urges have only escalated after the Cursed Child arc, where he not only learns about Yuta and Rika, but also the fact that they're under your care. something in him just gets released upon seeing you protectively push Yuta behind you.

just the thought of having his own little ones, possibly raising a bundle of joy, a reminder of two powerful beings looking after them; you and him.

the overwhelming yet pleasant urge only turns into something darker when both gojo and toji stands before you, widening the distance and keeping a close eye on geto for the way his eyes linger on you for too long.

he takes his leave after declaring a war, satisfied to meet Yuta and watch your husbands barely able to restrain their outrage as they watch geto kiss the back of your hand.

his goals may not be something to achieve overnight, but he'll kill thousands if not millions more if there's a silver of hope to have you by his side.

he's all too pleased with the thought of his future, looking forward to the day he finally gets to call you his and ravage his bride-to-be.

right in front of your husbands.

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#— reve's reverie 🌹#ik yall want to #...please #im desperate #gojo saturo #gojo #gojo satoru x reader #toji #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #gojo satoru x reader x toji fushiguro #geto #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #cmon let's talk abt it <3

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dibidibidismynameisleeknow · 2 months ago

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The First Snow

Pairing: Doyoung x (afab) Reader. Non-idol AU

Synopsis: Christmas themed fake dating.

Characters: Doyoung (of course), roommate Mark and acquaintance Yuta (he's a menace)

Warnings: None. It's all fluff, few swears, maybe angst if you squint, sexual innuendos. No smut, but I'm still uncomfortable with minors interacting.

AN: I'm in my Doyoung era. Word count is 6606. Shout out to my moots for proof reading the fic and the motivation.

I have company over. Hope your date goes well!

Sounds good, thanks for the heads up Mark, and I hope so too.

The company better not be Haechan and Jaemin

Nope, they are taking their ban very seriously

I still haven’t forgiven them for breaking my coffee table

‘One more walk around the block’ you thought to yourself. Thankfully there was still a bit of light and it hadn’t gotten too chilly, although that wouldn’t last long with winter slowly approaching.

You recently decided to work on your social skills and start dating, but tonight hasn't gone the greatest. It wasn’t the worst date you’ve ever had, but there was no chance of a second one. Aside from him being late, there was no spark, the conversations were dry, there was no way it was going anywhere. So, instead of just going home early, a walk around the block with you as your own company was exactly what you needed. You weren’t hopeless and giving up on love, you were just tired, so very tired.

Mark had offered in the past to set you up with one of his friends, you weren’t sure who he had in mind but you did know that Yuta was not an option, something about being too flirty and just not what you’re looking for. At this point, you might take him up on that offer. Mark is a great guy, so you trusted his judgement, the idea was starting to get tempting.

“Mark, I’ll take you up on that offer!” You called out, as you stepped into your shared apartment, kicking off your shoes. “Set me up with one of your friends!”

“I volunteer as tribute!” An unfamiliar voice called out, reminding you of your message from Mark. Right, company.

“Yuta, knock it off!” another voice scolded.

You slowly tried to make your way past the company you embarrassed yourself in front of, but were halted when you nearly bumped into one of Mark’s friends. Doyoung, maybe? His hair was different, shorter and black, instead of the dark blue you saw in photos on Mark’s instagram. You’ve sort of met in passing due to sharing Mark as a mutual friend, but you two always seemed to just pass by each other. If there was an opportunity of being around him you always found a way to make yourself seem busy. You never shared more than a polite hello or goodbye. With that being said, you never expected to have him greet you by name, you’ve never introduced yourselves to each other.

“I assume you’re joining the three of us. I’ve made popcorn!”

You couldn’t help but smile at his excitement and couldn’t offer him more than a nod.

This time of year you and Mark had developed a few traditions after living together for the past few years. To get into the holiday spirit you’d watch a few movies, the next morning you would spend the day decorating, then when that was all done you would start baking. Mark didn’t contribute other than buying the ingredients, he was not trusted in the kitchen.

This was the first time you and Mark had ever had company over for your yearly traditions so in the spirit of the holidays you let Doyoung and Yuta contribute to the movie selection for the evening. Not a single person was pleased (you and Doyoung) with Yuta’s choosing of a horror themed Christmas movie but everyone let him have that win, ‘in the name of festivities’ Yuta would claim.

Maybe a little annoyed or terrified, you couldn’t tell with Doyoung yet, he disappeared into the kitchen for a drink for the two of you. It’s not that Doyoung was picking favourites, it’s just that you were the only one who had his back on the sense that scary Christmas movies were not necessary, and not very festive.

Once Doyoung was out of earshot, Yuta flew from his seat to sit down beside you, squishing you between himself and Mark. “Hey, you realize you can talk to him, right?”

“No, why on earth would I do that?”

Despite just meeting you, Yuta seemed to catch on how you were acting and couldn’t help himself but add in. “You’re constantly staring at him and it’s kind of creeping everyone out. You’re not subtle at all.”

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Mark questioned.

“He could hear me!”

This has been the longest you’ve ever been around him, you always tried your best to admire him from afar, just how you liked it. Clearly you weren’t as smooth as you thought, and now you didn’t know how to act. You were in for a terribly long night, especially if you stayed up all night watching movies with the guys.

“Listen, if either of you breathe a word of this to him. I. Will. End. You.”

“My lips are sealed. ” Yuta promised. “Before I go…” Yuta grabbed Mark by the arm and pulled him to the other couch so they could sit with each other, leaving you to try to remain cool about the close proximity to Doyoung you would have to endure for the rest of the evening.

Just one more movie. That’s doable. Shouldn’t be a problem. That’s only ninety minutes. Then you would call it a night.

Doyoung placed a hand on your knee and nodded toward your shaking leg. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m going to bed,” you announced, jumping off the couch, disregarding his question and concern for you.

It was possible that Doyoung thought you were out of ear shot when he asked Mark if he did something wrong.

“She just had a long day.” You took a mental note to text Mark and thank him for having your back so effortlessly. It wouldn’t hurt to add on to that text to make sure that he tells Yuta that he sucks for taking Mark away from you and making you sit with Doyoung.

The quiet knock on your bedroom alarmed you slightly, you were under the impression that the guys had gone to sleep given how quiet your apartment had gotten over the past hour. It appeared as though you were wrong. After setting your book down with an annoyed sigh you granted the person on the other side of your bedroom permission to enter your room. The last person you were expecting to see though was Doyoung.

“Hey, I saw that your light was on and I‘m sorry and I know we don’t really know each other and I don’t want to sound like a baby but I was wondering but only if you don’t mind -”

“Doyoung, you’re rambling, what’s up?”

“I’m a little spooked from the stupid scary Christmas movies and was wondering if you minded keeping me company for a bit? But now I see that you’re busy reading and that was really silly of me to ask that of you.”

“Sure.”

“Wait what?”

“I'm going back to reading my book so just don't be too loud please.”

In all honesty, you really did try to go back to your book, and despite Doyoung not making a peep, he was still distracting. You couldn't help but smile as he paced around your room, trying his best to keep himself entertained. Doyoung was right, you two don't know each other very well but you were certain that out of Mark's friends, he was your favourite. Sure, you always thought Doyoung was cute, but he was also always so polite and quiet whenever you two interacted. He also never broke anything of yours. Maybe you two could get to know each other better. The feeling of your eyes burning on his back was enough to make Doyoung turn around to ask if he was disturbing you and if you wanted him to leave. You didn’t. He was quite peaceful to be around and you were sure you could get used to it.

The notification and vibrations from your phone on the bedside table disturbed your slumber, which had been quite peaceful, even with Doyoung cuddled up to your side, head resting on your abdomen. Carefully, doing your best to make sure you didn’t wake up Doyoung, you grabbed your phone to check who was texting you at this early hour. As you unlocked your phone you noticed that it was in fact one in the afternoon and it was just Mark texting you.

Have you seen Doyoung?

Yea, he’s with me

EXCUSE ME?!?!

I am going to ask you that you kindly chill the fuck out

Did you two? Ya know...

No, literally nothing happened.

Your lame movies scared him, so I kept him company. He just ended up crashing in my room.

What did you want?

Yuta and I are going to grab coffee, did you two want anything?

Also, it’s decorating day, don’t forget

Finding out Doyoung’s coffee order would entail waking him up but no part of you wanted to disturb him, he looked so peaceful. The slow rise and fall of his chest, the way he had an arm across you all cuddled up to your side. The thought of disturbing him pained you.

“Hey,” you gently called out, trying to calmly wake him and not scare him. “Doyoung, wakey wakey. Did you want coffee?”

“Hmmm, good morning,” Doyoung mumbled, as he snuggled into your side even more, making himself comfortable. “Did you say coffee?”

After you took his coffee order you informed him that he was more than welcome to stay and help decorate if he wanted, and that it was okay to fall back asleep until the guys came back with your drinks.

Doyoung was more than excited to help decorate once you and Mark reassured him that he was more than welcome to help and that he wasn’t intruding on any traditions. That was the first time your knees have ever gone weak on you. He was so charming and had the most beautiful smile. You couldn’t help but try and think of more ways to make him smile.

Trying his best to remain subtle, Yuta leaned in close to you to place an ornament on the tree, and whispered in your ear, “you look like you just got shot by cupid’s arrow.”

“Don’t you have better things to do than torment me?”

“Nope, my calendar is wide open.”

Doyoung had been coming around more often since he spent the afternoon participating in your festive traditions. A lot of the time he would come with drinks for everyone, and one time he even came with a snack he thought you would enjoy. There was only one time that he wanted to stop by but you asked that he didn’t because you were terribly sick, so he made sure to have a meal sent to your home and texted you a few ‘get well’ wishes.

This night was like any other, Mark had Yuta and Doyoung over for dinner and yet somehow you weren’t sick of them yet. Yuta tried breaking the ice asking about everyone’s holiday plans, but you hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.

“Well, I’ve got a family Christmas dinner next weekend but that’s about it,” Doyoung answered before glancing down at his ringing cell phone. “Speaking of which. I have to take this, it’s my brother.” He politely excused himself to the kitchen to take his personal phone call but Yuta had other plans and followed him out. Mark wasn’t much better, and made it obvious he was listening in.

“You two are so nosey, knock it off.”

“Zip it,” Yuta scolded, waving his hand at you in a way to tell you to stay quiet. That was all the confirmation you needed, Doyoung really was your favourite.

“Yes, I’ll be there next weekend. Why would mom think I’m bringing a date? You told her that? But I’m not dating anyone! It’s next weekend! Are you crazy? You need to stop worrying about my love life.”

Mark tried his best to engage you into conversation to cover the fact that he was listening in on his friend’s conversation, but you wouldn’t let him have that satisfaction. Sure, you heard the conversation but it’s not like you had the intention to, Doyoung was just talking at a reasonable volume for you to hear. “Next time I’ll just put it on speaker phone for everyone to hear.”

“Oh, yes please, that would be wonderful,” Yuta agreed.

Ignoring Yuta’s remark, you asked the million dollar question everyone else was thinking. “So, what’re you going to do?” The three males turned to look at you with mischievous smirks on their faces, like there was something you were clearly oblivious to. “I don’t like the way you’re all looking at me.”

“What’re you doing next weekend?”

“You can’t be serious, Doyoung.”

Doyoung dropped to his knees in front of you, clasping his hands together. “Please. It’s just one night. I need to get my family off my back.”

Mark knew what he had to do to help his friend. “You can’t let him disappoint his mother. She’s such a sweet lady.”

“You play a dirty game, Mark.”

Almost as if to add fuel to the fire Yuta informed you that he would be spending the weekend hanging out with Mark, which was normal, but a break would definitely help your sanity.

“Fine. You’ve got yourself a deal. I’ll do it.”

Doyoung quite literally jumped off the floor and launched himself at you, thanking you profusely for your help.

“Do you ever go home?” Doyoung asked Yuta, peeling himself off of you.

“I like it here. I like Mark.”

“Aw, I like you too, Yuta.”

“At this rate you should just move in,” Doyoung joked with him. Yuta’s jaw dropped and looked at you with begging eyes, as if his friend suggested the best plan he had ever heard in his entire life.

“No!”

Tonight’s the night. You were maybe slightly freaking out about the Christmas dinner you were attending this evening. Not only were you meeting Doyoung’s family for the first time, but you were doing it as his fake girlfriend. As tempting as the idea may be, you weren’t sure about the quality of your acting skills, and Doyoung would be arriving at any moment. While Mark had tried his best to distract you and failed miserably, you tried to focus on wrapping Doyoung’s Christmas present, which Mark had helped shop for. It had to be perfect.

“Breathe, it’s just Doyoung. His family is pretty cool, you’ll be fine.”

It’s not that you didn’t believe Mark, it’s just that he wasn’t the one lying to Doyoung’s family.

“Sup losers?” Yuta greeted as he burst through your apartment door, ready for his weekend with Mark. “Damn, you look fine.”

“Knock it off.” Telling Yuta to leave you alone was almost second nature to Doyoung at this point. It wasn’t the first time, and it probably wouldn’t be the last time either. You were pretty sure it bothered Doyoung more than you, but the fact that he cared was super sweet. You wanted to enjoy it. “You do look wonderful, though.” He wasn’t so subtle while he checked you out, and Yuta made sure to call him out for it.

“Just ignore him Doyoung, that’s what I do.”

“And it hurts my feelings every time.”

True to your word, you ignored Yuta’s comment and presented your gift to Doyoung, to which he returned with a gift of his own for you.

You carefully unwrapped the gift and opened the most beautiful snowglobe.

“Doyoung, you didn’t. This is beautiful,” you gushed, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. “Thank you.”

“Oh, no. Please don’t cry, because then I’ll cry.” Doyoung rushed to open the gift you got for him and was overcome with gratitude that you paid close enough attention to know he loved scented candles.

Not wanting to interrupt the moment you two were sharing, Mark felt like he was intruding and shoved a small suitcase at you that he and Yuta packed for you. They tried to convince you that you would in fact need it because there was warning of a heavy snowfall later that evening. You were sure that you would be able to make it home in time before the snow got too bad, but they insisted that staying at Doyoung’s apartment was a much safer option for the both of you.

Stopping just shy of the front door of Doyoung’s childhood home, you turned to face him, “Doyoung, I’m freaking out.”

“It’s going to be okay.” Doyoung tried his best to reassure you while gently caressing the side of your arms.

“What if they don’t believe us? What if they catch on that we aren’t actually dating? I don’t want to ruin your family Christmas dinner party.”

“If they do catch on then that’s my problem, so please love, don’t worry. You’re not going to ruin anything, that would be impossible.”

“Love?” you spoke, barely above a whisper, trying to process and confirm that Doyoung actually said that.

“Try not to shy away from affection from me, but let me know if you’re uncomfortable, please.” Picking up on the clear nervousness you were feeling, Doyoung gently placed his palms on the side of your face. He continued to reassure you that everything was going to work out okay and double checked with you that you were okay with everything he had been throwing at you this evening. “You love fake dating.”

“Yeah, in novels!”

“Now it’s your time to shine,” he announced, knocking on the front door.

Letting out a sigh you put on your best poker face. It would only be for a few hours. Aside from the fear of ruining Christmas by lying to his family, you were glad to be helping out a friend, and you really did enjoy spending time with Doyoung, and this was just another one of those times, right? It really was heartwarming that he trusted you enough to do this for him, and you wanted this night to work out smoothly for him.

“Merry Christmas you two!” His mother greeted, gesturing the two of you inside. So it begins. You turned to Doyoung and looked at him as if to say, “I can’t believe you’re making me lie to this sweet lady.” Doyoung slipped his hand into yours and intertwined your fingers together complete with a little comforting squeeze.

“Merry Christmas, mom.”

Once inside Doyoung took over the introductions for you and his family, introducing you as his girlfriend.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t real,” his father chimed in with a joke. “You must be pretty special to my son, he never brings anyone home.” Thankfully his mother jumped in to save you, and scolded her husband for embarrassing the ‘kids’.

You overheard Doyoung’s mom whisper something about giving you a tour of the house, and you have never been more thankful for anything than you were at that moment. You nodded in agreement when Doyoung asked if you wanted to see the rest of the house, your heart was already in your throat and a break sounded wonderful.

Looking around to make sure you were alone, Doyoung pulled you into his frame and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re doing great, relax a little.”

“What if they hate me? What if they think I’m not good enough for you?”

“Please don’t say these kinds of things about yourself.” Doyoung pulled himself away from you, and lifted your chin to make eye contact with him. Which did nothing to help the feeling of your heart in your throat, it honestly made it worse. “They’ll love you. I wouldn’t have asked you to do this for me if they were going to dislike you. You’re an amazing friend and I appreciate you. As far as you not being good enough for me, that’s nonsense. I know we’re just friends but you’ve honestly brought so much joy to my life. At this point, I couldn’t imagine you not being a part of it.”

“Okay. Please stop. I’m sorry. If you keep going I might actually fall in love with you.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

“Doyoung,” you gasped. “Don’t say those kinds of things, you’re crazy.”

The rest of the evening played out without too many intruding questions from Doyoung’s family; just the classic “How did you meet?” “Who approached who first?” “What drew you to Doyoung?” The last question was quite easy to answer, but you didn’t want to expose your true feelings to Doyoung.

“I think I’ve always liked Doyoung, he has always been so polite and thoughtful. But what really stood out to me was when he had dinner delivered to me when I was sick.” There wasn’t a single lie in your answer. Anyone would fall head over heels in love with Doyoung.

Of course your answers warmed his mother’s heart, “We raised quite the gentleman, didn’t we?”

The suspected upcoming weather brought the night to a close, unfortunately. Being with Doyoung’s family had been a heartwarming experience and you were sad to see it end. Although ‘I told you so’ wasn’t said, you knew Doyoung was thinking it, his family loved you and invited you to every future family event. You couldn’t turn the offer down once you were promised with baby pictures of Doyoung.

Mark was right, the snow was starting to pick up, which was your cue to call it a night and head home. The only problem was that there was no possible way that Doyoung would be able to drive you home and make it back to his apartment safely. You mentally cursed them for being right, but were grateful that they took some initiative to make sure everyone remained safe in the weather.

“I don’t want to assume…” Doyoung began, “but Mark and Yuta did pack you an overnight bag.”

“I honestly don’t mind spending the night at your place. Plus, I’d rather be snowed in with you than be stuck with Mark and Yuta.”

“Fair enough, let’s go.”

The roads weren’t terrible yet, but you knew you made the right choice to spend the night with Doyoung. You could only hope that it would only be one night, you didn’t want to overstay your welcome and be a burden to him. Sure, there was that night Doyoung slept in your bed because the scary movies were too much for him, but you sleeping on his couch and avoiding him at all costs sounded like a pretty solid and logical plan. Recently you’ve found yourself enjoying Doyoung’s company more and more and you weren’t exactly sure what to do with that information.

Doyoung left you to get himself ready for bed while you stayed in his room unpacking your overnight bag that Mark and Yuta had packed for you. Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you opened the suitcase your friends had packed for you. You let out a string of vulgar curse words upon opening, alarming Doyoung in the process. This had Yuta written all over it.

He came running into the bedroom, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and toothpaste all over his face, needing to know what was wrong. You reached into the suitcase and pulled out the culprit for your annoyance and anger; Christmas themed lingerie.

“I may not be Santa but you can still sit on my lap.”

“Doyoung!”

“I’m kidding, I’m sorry.” Doyoung cowered and slowly backed out of his bedroom yelling out to you to wear something of his and that he would deal with Yuta.

After finding a more appropriate pair of pajamas you joined Doyoung to finish up your own nightly routine.

“Here.” Doyoung handed you a package of facial cleansing wipes. “They probably didn’t pack you anything.” He was right, but they at least had the common sense and decency to pack you a toothbrush and toothpaste. With a questioning look you glanced over at Doyoung who was not so subtly staring at you with a huge smile.

“What?”

“You’re just really cute. This is actually kind of nice, I'm actually really looking forward to spending this next little bit of time with you.”

Blushing, you shook your head and wished him a good night before the conversation went any further and you still had some composure left.

“It’s nice isn’t it?”

The next morning was quiet and peaceful. There were no cars on the road, you had no loud roommate and loud friends to worry about, no background noises aside from the sound of the coffee machine brewing coffee. You just stood in front of the balcony admiring the serenity of the morning, and the undisturbed soft snow when a warm cup of coffee was placed in your hands.

“I don’t want to leave,” you admitted. “It’s so calm. Thank you for letting me stay here. I hope I’m not in your hair for much longer and you can have your space back soon.”

Doyoung moved himself closer to you and pulled you into his side, so you used this opportunity to lean in closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder. It wouldn’t last much longer so why not enjoy it while you can? “Don’t worry about it. I like having you around.”

“How were your two nights with your lover boy?”

You were able to go home the following evening, the roads were clear, the snow stopped but Doyoung insisted that you stay for dinner, there was no way he was going to send you home hungry. How could you say no?

“Fuck. At least let me get my shoes off. Do you ever fucking go home Yuta?”

“I take it that the lingerie I packed was pointless because that is not the attitude of someone who got laid.”

“I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now Yuta.”

Mark tried his best to mediate the hostility you threw towards Yuta, but stopped when he became a victim of your attitude too. Luckily for his sake Mark knew it was best to give you space and time to cool down before approaching you any further.

“Please talk to me,” Mark begged through the opposite side of your bedroom door. “What’s wrong? How can I fix it?”

“What’s wrong?” you repeated loudly. “What’s wrong?” Almost as if his question triggered more anger out of you, you ripped open your bedroom door coming face to face with a terrified Mark. “I don’t know, maybe the fact that your friend embarrassed me so badly in front of Doyoung? Maybe what’s wrong is that I was pushed into this stupid position of having to act like his girlfriend when you and Yuta both know damn well how I feel about Doyoung. Maybe because I’m crazy about your friend and there isn’t a single fucking thing I can do about it.”

“I am so sorry. I never thought about it like that.”

“Save it.”

There was bound to be a time you and Mark had a sort of falling out, but as long as you had been friends you figured it would be because Mark never closes the kitchen cupboards or because of the time he scratched your car. You never imagined it would be over a guy you had feelings for. To top it off, it was Doyoung of all people. Possibly the kindest person you ever met; he cleans up after himself, always checks in on other people, and he cooks really good eggs, unlike a certain roommate of yours. The upside of being friends for so long was that you were able to move on quickly from the minor dispute, which really just entailed that you distance yourself from Yuta and slowly limit your interactions with Doyoung until they were no longer. Yuta still did come around periodically, less than what was normal, but he at least stayed to himself and minded his business. Which had worked for the past few weeks until he and Mark confronted you about ghosting their dear friend.

“I never should have done that with Doyoung. I wish I could go back and undo all of it.”

“We all know you don’t mean that.” Yuta tried his best to reason with you. “But you two should have done things differently, and I really am sorry about all of that.”

Over the past week or so, you started to come to terms with your feelings for Doyoung, and that had been a rollercoaster of emotions and a headache all on its own. So, the only logical explanation was to avoid him and slowly push him away in hopes that things would go back to normal.

“So, let me get this straight,” Mark began. “You’ve had a crush on Doyoung for awhile now, comforted him after a night of scary movies, spent all of your free time with him, got to know him, agreed to be his fake girlfriend, met his family, spent multiple nights with him during a snowstorm and you thought there was a normal setting for your relationship with him? If I were you I would have fallen in love with him too.”

“Wow, Mark. Could you be any more blunt?”

“Yea, I can actually. You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot in love,” Yuta cooed.

“It doesn’t matter anyways. We didn’t agree on this, the holidays are almost over, mission accomplished. We were fine without each other before, we’ll be just fine without each other now. I don’t need to burden him with my feelings, the act is over. It’s not like he feels the same way about me or he would have asked me out like a normal person instead of going through all that trouble.”

“About that…” Yuta muttered, as he sunk into the couch. “That may have been my idea… he never shuts up about you and may have told Mark and I about the night he crashed with you. I may have also suggested that he ask you to play the role of his girlfriend. It sounded like something out of those romance novels you love so much.”

“We may have also tried to act as wingmen for the two of you,” Mark admitted. “We knew the whole time that Doyoung was terrified of horror movies, and we might have also helped him pick out a Christmas gift for you because he wanted to do something nice and impress you.”

“What are the two of you trying to say?”

“That Doyoung is crazy about you and that the two of you are blind and very out of tune with your own feelings and unaware of how to navigate the dating scene,” Yuta answered as if he had that answer rehearsed.

“Yuta and I thought it was obvious.” Mark tried to defend their actions, which so clearly backfired. “You should see the way the two of you look at each other. Even when you’re not around each other, your moods have changed, you’re both so much happier.”

“Doyoung looks like he’s floating on a cloud half the time and giving you heart eyes anytime you so much as breathe in his presence,” Yuta added in. “If you could see yourselves, you would be nauseous. That’s how Mark and I feel at least.”

“I don’t know if you’re insulting us or trying to help.”

“Trying to help,” Mark answered as Yuta replied, “both.”

“So, should I go talk to him, or-”

“If you made me waste all of that oxygen and you don’t go talk to him. I swear-”

The meaningless threat from Yuta was enough to make you jump off the couch and race for the door.

The drive to Doyoung’s apartment filled you with an array of feelings from nervousness to excitement and everything in between. Overcome with emotions and trying to prepare the words you wanted to say to Doyoung, you realized you missed your turn…or a few because nothing in the area looked familiar at all. You thought you knew how to get to his place, but obviously that wasn't the case, and you had never been to this area of town, so turning around and trying to find your way back home would be useless. Maybe this was the year to ask Mark for a GPS for Christmas. You pulled over to the side of the road to try and collect yourself and maybe call for help or decent directions. Doyoung. You were on your way to see him anyway, so why not get a head start?

“Go get him!” Mark called out while you not so elegantly struggled with your boots and ran out of the apartment.

“Hey, Doyoung.”

“What do you want?” The answer from Doyoung was nothing like you had ever expected from him. His tone was so short and cold.

“I was actually hoping we could talk.”

“Why? So you can tell me that you regret getting to know me and spending all that time with me? To tell me that you wish you could go back and undo everything? Save me the heartbreak because I don’t want to hear it. Please, lose my number.”

“Doyoung, it’s not like that! I swear!”

“I actually stopped by earlier to see you and heard you talking to Mark and Yuta. I know what I heard, you can’t tell me it’s not like that.”

“Well, you heard wrong, maybe you should have eavesdropped a bit longer before sneaking back out. But if you want to act like a child instead of having a conversation with me like an adult. Fine. Be my guest.”

You wanted nothing more than to slam the phone, but times have changed and aggressively pushing the end call button didn’t have the same satisfaction to it. This left you to text Mark for help, and also let him know that things backfired horribly beyond repair.

Hey, I got lost

Send me your location

Just a few moments after sending Mark your location, your phone rang with an unknown number, but something inside you begged for you to answer it, just this once. With a shake of your head you went to answer the call, but the ringing stopped. While giving the phone a confused look on who could be calling you, it rang again with the same number, clearly it wasn’t an accident.

You answered with a quiet and skeptical hello.

“You’re lost? What’re you doing? What were you thinking?”

“Doyoung?”

“I’m on my way to you, I’ll be there soon. Mark sent me your location.”

“Thank you.”

Sure, you knew Doyoung wasn’t a monster but him coming to save you was a bit of a shock, he did just tell you to lose his number, but that’s a problem for another day. The help was appreciated, regardless of who it was, but there was nothing you wanted more than to just go home. Your energy levels were severely depleted to deal with whatever was going on between you and Doyoung.

It didn’t take him too long after your phone call ended to show up, he didn’t even bother to knock on the car door and helped himself into the passenger seat.

“I heard you were on your way over to my place.”

Unaware of if it was a question or statement you nodded in confirmation anyways. “I really needed to talk to you. I was just informed that we have a pair of very meddling friends.”

“Before we start, I just need you to know how sorry I am for speaking to you the way I did earlier. I lost my cool, that’s not me, I have no excuses and you didn’t deserve that in the slightest.”

“I forgive you but can we please go somewhere and talk? I don’t really want to have this conversation on the side of the road.”

“I know a great cafe not far from here if you’re in the mood for coffee? My treat.”

Doyoung watched as you swirled your cup around while trying to gather your thoughts.

“Make it a gingerbread latte and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Mark kind of gave me a rundown on the rest of the conversation I missed. But I still want to hear your side and what you meant when you said you wanted to undo everything.”

“Yuta did a pretty good job at summarizing that I wish things worked out differently with you.”

“This has absolutely been a crazy month for us,” Doyoung admitted. “I just want to air out right now that I’ve always had feelings for you and I kind of figured out that you felt the same about me. I was just too nervous to explicitly say anything. I wasn’t sure how serious your feelings were. So when I went to stop by your apartment today and I overheard your conversation I was devastated.”

“I do have one question. Why did you come to find me? How come it wasn’t Mark?”

“He called to tell me that you got lost trying to make it to my place and then when I found out exactly why you were coming to see me I actually told Mark to send me your location.”

“We severely miscommunicated, huh?”

That was when you started to tell Doyoung your side of the story. He came into your life officially and regularly at a weak point and how you’ve always harboured a silly secret little crush on him then how it only got worse as time went on. Then how you were too busy in your own head trying to make sure you didn’t get attached and yet never picked up on how he might be feeling.

“We were both too shy to say anything by the sounds of things.”

“I wish I would have told you that being your fake girlfriend wouldn’t have worked because of how I felt about you. It felt a bit too real the entire time. Which I honestly should have expected.”

“I’m sorry for putting us through that. I thought giving you the opportunity to live out your favourite romance theme was a good idea.”

“Well, what’s done is done. As much as this was the wrong way to do things, all we can do is move on.”

“If you want some space and want to stay friends then I totally understand. I would rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.”

“Actually, Doyoung. I’d like to start over but as two people who very clearly and obviously have feelings for each other and they both know it.”

Doyoung smiled that gummy smile of his at you that always made you weak in the knees. “Hi, I’m Doyoung. I would love to take you on a date if you’re interested.” He reached out to shake your hand and you couldn’t hold back the grin that plastered itself across your face, grateful that he was serious about the two of you.

“Hi, Doyoung. It’s really nice to meet you and I would love to go on a date with you.”

The moment with Doyoung was cut short by an employee clearing their throat to try and get your attention.

“As endearing as that moment was I’m afraid that I need to ask the two of you to leave, the cafe closed as of twelve minutes ago.”

You and Doyoung apologized to the workers for staying past closing time, but you were thankful that they were nice enough to at least let you finish your love story.

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