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[fushitoru]

EXTENDED TAGLIST FOR BRIDGERTON GOJO PART 1

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[hidden-otaku-stuff]

hello !! can i be added to the taglist of escape plan 🥺🤲🏼

got it! thanks so much love

[arhvste]

next stop iwa-chan!

next stop iwa-chan!

iwaizumi haijime x reader

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akaashi’s playgroup || two pretty setters and co

an - oikawa claims he ‘kin’s’ y/n and she’s him in female form they’re both so petty

part 37 - misogyny kink

part 38 - set up

part 39 -

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[frogtanii]

> chaos: unlimited

fucking finally

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an: andddd it’s done :( i’m gonna miss this story a lot BUT like i said i’m starting a tsukki x reader that should b coming along rather fast ;) thank you everyone who stuck by me and read this from the lowkey rough start. love y’all much <3

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[shinsukesgf]

𝐦𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

miya osamu is afraid of love but you managed to catch his attention. so what’s better than to send you anonymous messages as an attempt to make a move on you. what was the worst that could happen, right?

➸ chapter ten : 100% real this time

< back

a/n : gahhh we’ve reached the end of mr anonymous !! thank u for everyone who has been supporting it & giving it love, i cannot express how appreciate & grateful i am for it all T_T its been so much fun reading all ur comments to each chapter, it really makes my day seeing it all 🥺 so again, thank u all for supporting my smau, hopefully this has been just as enjoyable for you as it was for me !! luv u guys ヽ(；▽；)ノ

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[indigohitoshi]

05 ; SO YOU HAVE A THING FOR DOMS?

SUBTWEETS.

*.:｡★ after coming across your timeline, hajime finds your twitter handle and realizes that he comes into your bakery everyday. you seem relatively nice, but are you actually sub-thirsting about him?

*.:｡★ taglist : @the-broken-halo-writer @cuddlesslut @peppermintkiddo @pyblos @90s-belladonna @kxmilkahara @suna-allie @iiwah @kritiiiii @ilykenewdles @momoinot @ktbio @kageyamasbabygorl @berriesii @itsalyssa15 @akaashimp @ushiwakaismybae @kuroosbabie @adorable-punk-superheroes @kuraomi @kalesveggietales @prinzessinbuttercup @thespookyem @yusemis @zoppzoop @uchihaslutt @chaelysian @nishi-is-baby @patty-got-cakes @kenmasgameboy @svtbitch @steggy4ever @cadekagi @inewts @jabby16 @glowing-kuroo @nerdystoned @harajukukitsune @kodzukki @kissofbelladonna @kiyoomile @hqreisin @sugasugawarau @actual-smol @akaarin-deactivated20200801 @sneezy-s @pro-teen-summer @ack-aashi @jiminscarmex @taebby95 @sokka-dated-the-moon @kuroosrighttoe @jexiiann

*.:｡★ authors note : hey 😍😍😍 um yes 💔 so i will be trying to upload chapters twice a week but i dont have a schedule anymore bc i ✨never✨ upload on time ❤️.

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[mintsuke]

Forelsket | 13 - Lost My Cool

Tsukishima Kei x f!Reader

Note: Kuroo really felt the "I'm not an owl, Harry" vibes.

(A/n): Make sure to pay attention to the contact names lol, "Pain in the Ass" is Tsukishima's contact name for Kuroo but that is currently (Y/n) in his body!

On another note, if you didn't see my post earlier today, I got into nursing school! So relieved and honestly excited <3 

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[samiwok]

lost in love ;

social media au

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[cybersomniq]

WAIT ITS ACTUALLY HERE OMFGGG!!!!!! CANT WAIT TO READDDDDDD AGEYEYXUSXBHAHXBSHU

chapter 6: the house party a bridgerton au

pairing ⸺ duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader

summary ⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?

warnings ⸺ nsfw, enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, SUGGESTIVE, eventual smut, jealousy, misogyny, description of injury, concussion, blood, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly

chapter summary ⸺ you are bedridden, recovering from your wound, when gojo delivers season-changing news. the house party that follows buzzes with tension, and an unexpected arrival that sends ripples through the ton (7.4k)

a/n thank you as always to the pooks @/sinn-clair for beta reading this <333 i'll see you after the chapter is over!

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Gentle Reader,

One query occupies this Author's mind, be it ladies or mamas alike—what exactly are Miss Itadori and Lord Gojo up to in the countryside? Perhaps a trifling dalliance of hearts, or will the ton bear witness to a scandal uncovered when they arrive for the house party? After having arrived a week early—and positioned as the diamond of the season—one must guess that if all goes well and Miss Itadori plays her cards right, she will be showing off her new surely lavish diamond engagement ring. Yet, she must take great care, for to err in this delicate matter would be to jeopardize a most significant match with Lord Gojo. Only time shall tell the outcome of this intrigue.

⸻ LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS

Upon waking, the physician informed you that you had been unconscious for some days. Though no immediate danger threatened you, it had been long enough to send both families into a state of great disquiet. It seemed that even before you’d regained full awareness, a servant—who had gasped upon hearing your feeble request for water—had swiftly spread the news, for not a moment later Yuji burst into the room.

“SISTER!” he exclaims, hurtling his way towards you with heavy steps. You flinch in your position on the bed at the sound of his loud voice. “You are awake! Mama seemed like she would faint, Choso had almost popped a bloody vein, he looked like he was about to challenge Lord Gojo to a duel—”

“Yuji! My dear,” you had to shout, interrupting the boy’s ramblings, giving him an uneasy smile. “Lower your volume, please. I might faint back into unconsciousness due to the strain, and this time you will be the one dueling Choso.”

The pout Yuji adopts is akin to a chastened hound as he grabs a chair to sit next to you. You take this moment to surveil your surroundings, now with a clear headedness granted to you that hadn’t been granted before. There were fresh flowers adorning a vase on the table on your bedside, and you seemed to be wearing a shift, cleaned and changed out of your dirty and mud-ridden dress. There was a gauze surrounding your head, and you could feel some similar cloth on your ankle.

You turned to your brother. “Now then, what were you saying?”

He perks up. “Well, you’ve been in quite a state, dear sister! It’s not every day you’re injured before breaking fast. Choso practically spat his tea when he heard! And, of course, Duchess Gojo has been endlessly apologetic. Between Mama, Choso, and me, we’ve all been in quite a state. I daresay you’re hardly known for clumsiness—although you do have your moments on horseback.” At the memories seemingly pooling themselves in his mind, Yuji sniggers while you shoot him a look to not be testy. “And Gojo has been nothing short of attentive. No doubt the man’s come in to change your flowers more than the doctor’s visited you. He’s so caring, he even cares for a worm like you!” 

You ignore Yuji’s jab, instead forcing yourself not to be gripped by the fact that Gojo had been so…attentive to you. Of course, it was as an indirect result of his sheer vexing nature that you were bedridden in such a manner, so it should not set your heart aflutter like a foolish girl. But your traitorous heart seems to hate listening to reason. 

You begin to nod slowly. “And how many days have I been out? When is the house party?” Taking a gander at the windows in the room you were situated in, you could see the moon and star’s light filtering the curtains. You weren’t sure if it was the evening or night or completely early in the morning.

He looks up to the ceiling, as if calculating something, brows furrowed. “Today.”

Groaning, you put your head in your hands, playing with your hair as it falls through the gaps of your fingers. “Mother is going to kill me.”

“Oh, indeed,” Yuji replied with a hum, stretching his arms in a cat-like yawn. “Now, I must get back to my rest. The servants were gossiping near my door, so I thought I’d see for myself that you weren’t dead.” He kissed you on the cheek before heading to the door. “Sleep, sister, for I expect Mama will tire you endlessly come morning.”

Later, a gentle nudge at your arm and a few soft “Miss! Wake up!”’s roused you from sleep. You opened your eyes to find a maid hunched over you, relief clear in her expression as you met her gaze with a drowsy squint. “Miss, Lord Gojo requests your presence. May I allow him in?”

With a nod, you fought off your annoyance at having been disturbed. The maid, visibly flustered, hurried to admit Gojo, who soon approached with quiet footsteps. As you propped yourself up, arms crossed, you gave him a mildly reproachful look. “Gojo, you’ve roused me from my slumber. I trust this is a matter of utmost importance—-” you began, then trailed off as you took in his expression.

He was taut, as though his very sinews were wound tight. Standing rigidly, his jaw clenched, his gaze flitted everywhere but to you. Troubled, you tried, “Gojo?”

At the sound of his name, he looked sharply at you and seemed to gather himself. “Ah… forgive me.” He took a seat and smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, artificial. “How is your recovery?” You eye him suspiciously. His leg is moving up and down anxiously, the action minute in a way that makes you think he’s not aware of doing it. The tight and strained smile on his face seems uncanny, his concern seeming out of place. “Well, as much as it can be for me bleeding out pints and pints of blood from my head,” at that, you note that he subtly flinches, “but all is well!” You spread out your arms and give him a dazzling smile, and his eyes follow. “I’m sure my mama and my maid are itching to rush in here to prepare me for the house party.” Giving him a playful glare, you continue, “And just for the pain you caused me, you ought to have two dances and a few pastries prepared tonight.”

At that, he looks at you for a quick glance before quickly turning away, seemingly collecting himself. In what you could observe in his previous expression, you were surprised to see yearning present in his blue eyes, filled with feelings that perplexed you. Gojo was acting very odd.

Then, he drew in a measured breath, his jaw clenched as if bracing himself for what he was about to say. He finally looked at you, a shadowed intensity in his gaze that made your heart beat faster—not in the way it used to when his eyes sparked with wit, but with a sense of foreboding.

"Miss Itadori," he began, his voice lower, lacking the familiar, teasing cadence. "I must apologize for the trouble I have brought upon you. I was… heedless, perhaps even reckless, and it seems I have caused you nothing but suffering."

You frowned, confusion beginning to bubble beneath the surface as he paused, clearly struggling to continue. He seemed almost pitiable, looking down at his hands, which were tightly woven together, his knuckles pale. But pity was not a feeling you had patience for. Not now. Not with Gojo of all people.

"Trouble?" you repeated, folding your arms. "I do believe that's an understatement, my lord. A mere misstep, surely?"

His eyes flicked back to yours, the corner of his mouth tugging in a grim semblance of a smile. "Understatement or not, it remains the truth," he replied, his voice nearly a murmur. "I cannot in good conscience continue this… attachment we have formed. The position of courtship our mamas have placed us in. For I fear it is you who stands to lose most dearly if I remain by your side."

You stiffened, his words crashing over you like a cold wave. "Attachment?" you said, bitterness coloring the word. "Do not dress it up with such kind words, Lord Gojo. An attachment is something formed with care, with respect—qualities you seem to find inconvenient."

He winced but did not break eye contact. "I will not argue with you," he said softly, voice steady in its regret. "Perhaps I am no master of attachments, nor have I ever claimed to be. But know that I had never wished to see you harmed—"

"Harmed?" you interrupted, your voice growing louder as anger swelled within you. "Is this some twisted apology, then? A show of remorse for the inconvenience of your whims?"

Gojo opened his mouth to respond, but you did not allow him the chance.

"How very noble of you, Lord Gojo," you continued, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "After all this time, to simply say, 'Forgive me; I shall now remove myself from your life,' as if that makes up for the chaos you’ve brought upon me? As if I am but a pawn to be moved at your discretion?"

His face softened slightly, as if he were seeing something in you he hadn't fully expected—a quiet resolve beneath your anger, a dignity that refused to be bruised. "No, Miss Itadori," he said quietly. "I do not wish to see you as a pawn. After all, from what I understand is that you do not know what you desire—and I would only be exploiting that. I only… I only wish to relieve you of the burdens I seem to bring."

You laughed, the sound bitter and laced with fury. "Know what I want? As if you do, dropping pretenses with commoners and putting on your mask for the ton. And relieve me? I don’t think you understand what it is you’ve done, Gojo."

This conversation was dangerous. The emotions you hid under the air of nonchalance were steadily bubbling up, and it seemed that now, your sentiments were threatening to boil over at the sheer audacity of Gojo breaking off this arrangement, of what the ton would think today if he were to be avoiding you like the plague.

He flinched at the sound of his name on your lips, spoken with such venom. A muscle in his jaw ticked, but he made no move to respond, simply watched as you gathered your thoughts, your gaze piercing.

"All this time," you said, each word sharper than the last, "I was led to believe there was something more to your attentions. And now, you simply wash your hands of it? You think yourself a gentleman for doing so?"

"Miss Itadori," he said, his voice strained. "I am—"

"You are a coward," you spat, and his eyes widened, the faintest hint of pain flashing in their depths. "Yes, that’s right. A coward, for trying to protect yourself under the guise of protecting me. All this talk of 'relieving me'—do not act as if your decision was made out of kindness." (a/n: OH NO SHE DIDNTTTTT)

"Do you not understand?" he interjected, a sudden fierceness in his voice, his composure beginning to slip. "This is not some petty whim, nor a game. My intentions… they were never meant to bring you harm, but they did. And I cannot bear to see it continue."

"Bear to see it continue?" you repeated incredulously. "Do you think I am some doll, some trifle to discard at your convenience?"

"That was never my intent!" he exclaimed, voice rising in frustration. "If you would but see reason—"

"Reason? From you?" you laughed bitterly, barely able to contain the fury welling up inside you. "Your idea of reason is nothing more than self-preservation, Lord Gojo. How convenient it must be to absolve yourself of guilt by deciding I am better off without you."

He fell silent, the anger in his face ebbing, replaced by a kind of desperation. "You do not understand," he said, quieter, almost pleading. "If I were to stay… if I were to court you in earnest, it would not be the life you think it to be."

"Then let that be my choice to make," you shot back, crossing your arms. "But no—this is not about my well-being, not truly. It is about you, Gojo. It has always been about you."

A tense silence stretched between you, filled only by the soft, uneven breaths that escaped both of you. For a moment, neither dared to speak, both caught in the tangled emotions that hung thick in the air.

Finally, Gojo looked down, his eyes shuttered, his voice weary. "Then hate me, if you must. But I am done with this charade."

"Hate you?" you repeated, the word tasting strange on your tongue. "No, Lord Gojo. Hatred would imply I care enough to feel anything toward you."

Your entire body seethed with fury, every muscle trembling with the strain of keeping yourself upright, sitting on your bed. You couldn't storm out—not with your wounded leg refusing to bear even a fraction of the anger swelling within you. Instead, you pushed yourself up on shaking arms, glaring at him with such venom that he instinctively stepped back.

"Get out," you spat, the words laced with ice, your voice rising as if to fill the entire room. "Out! Now, Gojo—leave me this instant!"

He froze, his shoulders tense as he looked at you with something unreadable, but he made no move toward the door.

"I said leave!" you shrieked—your voice shrill—the strain of it making you nearly lose balance, but you didn't care. Hot tears stung your eyes, and you bit them back, forcing yourself to breathe through the betrayal clawing at your chest. "Take your false apologies, your noble pretensions, and get out of my sight. Go, and never, ever darken my door again."

His mouth opened, as if he might say something—perhaps even something that might soothe the jagged edges of your heart. But your furious gaze dared him to try.

With a pained expression, he finally gave a nod, stepping back toward the door. He lingered for a moment, one last helpless look crossing his face before he turned away, leaving without another word.

The door clicked shut, and you were left alone, shaking with fury, your breath ragged. Your eyes were still on that door, your heart racing, as though expecting him to come back, to take it all back, to be the man you'd witnessed yesterday. But deep down, you knew he would not return.

The first glimmers of morning filtered through the heavy drapes as you stirred awake, still dazed from the events that had left you bedridden. The memories of Gojo’s departure settled heavily on your chest, like a stone dropped in a lake, rippling outward and disturbing any possibility of calm. Your mind drifted over the previous night’s argument, replaying words, and then, with a cringe, the heated moments where you felt every last ounce of self-restraint slip from your grasp.

A small part of you reasoned that you may have been rash—that your anger and hurt had overtaken good sense. After all, it was you who deemed your and Gojo’s match impossible. So why were you so hurt?

Before you could linger on these thoughts, there was a soft knock at your door. 

"Come in," you murmured, propping yourself up gingerly.

What followed soft footsteps was Choso, his gaze warm and steady as he entered, carrying the ease of familiarity that only he could. As he approached, he pulled a chair beside your bed and gave a faint smile.

Choso stepped in quietly, his face softened by a rare smile as he approached. “Awake at last,” he said gently, taking a seat beside you with the care one might afford a delicate flower. "I was beginning to think you'd sleep through the entire house party."

He reached out, his hand resting on the crown of your head, fingers slipping through your hair in a soothing rhythm. The fondness in his touch eased the last of the stiffness in your frame, a balm against the soreness both physical and emotional.

“You worry too much,” you muttered, allowing yourself to lean into the comfort he offered, your voice softening as his hand continued to gently scratch at your scalp.

“You look better today,” he said softly, continuing his familiar, soothing rhythm with his fingers. “Though, I’ll admit, you gave us all quite a scare.”

You managed a small smile, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease slightly under his touch. “I suppose I was overdue for a bit of excitement,” you murmured, though the attempt at levity felt thin, even to your own ears.

Choso’s hand stilled momentarily, and his gaze grew searching as he looked at you. “What truly happened yesterday?” he asked, his voice low with concern. “There’s more here than an unfortunate fall, isn’t there?”

You stiffened slightly, glancing away from him. “It was nothing,” you replied, willing your tone to sound convincing. “Just… an ill-timed accident. Nothing to concern yourself with.”

But Choso was not so easily deterred. He watched you closely, his brow furrowing with worry. “You’ve always been a poor liar, sister,” he murmured. “If something happened, you know you can tell me. I only want to understand.”

The quiet earnestness in his tone gnawed at you, and for a moment, you considered confiding in him. But the idea of revisiting last night’s turmoil felt too raw, too immediate. “I’m fine, truly,” you insisted, meeting his gaze with as much steadiness as you could muster. “It was… nothing that can’t be mended with rest.”

Choso’s gaze lingered on you, his fingers resuming their gentle tracing along your scalp as if that alone could soothe whatever burden you were carrying. “Well,” he finally said, his tone filled with fond exasperation, “I won’t press you. But I trust you’ll speak of it when you feel you are ready.”

You gave a slight nod, grateful for his restraint. The quiet between you was comforting, grounding, as he continued his rhythmic motions, easing your thoughts in a way that words could not.

After a long moment, he broke the silence again, his tone lighter this time. “On a more cheerful note,” he began, a faint smile playing on his lips, “you’ll have another visitor tomorrow.”

“Oh?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, though a part of you already guessed who he meant.

“Yes,” he confirmed, a knowing glint in his eye. “Sukuna received word of your injury and set off at once. He’ll be here by morning.”

You let out a small breath, a mixture of relief and trepidation filling you. “Tomorrow, then,” you repeated, feeling a hint of warmth at the thought. “It seems my brothers cannot resist making a fuss.”

Choso chuckled, squeezing your hand gently. “It’s what we’re here for. And perhaps Sukuna’s presence will help you feel a bit more at ease during the house party. He’ll see to it that no one bothers you unduly.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, the thought of Sukuna’s reassuring, if overbearing, presence lifting your spirits slightly. “Well, at least there’s that to look forward to,” you murmured, and, with a soft sigh, leaned back against your pillows, letting Choso’s calming presence ease the lingering shadows of last night’s ordeal, even if temporary.

For you had a beast of a social gathering to deal with today, the same one where the ton would descend upon the outcome of your match, ready to laugh at you: the house party.

“He what?” 

You flinched, scowling as you clutched your ears. Nobara’s shrill voice was not helping your recovery, nor were her rough combs through your hair; but alas, beauty has a price, and it’s one you’re reluctantly willing to pay. You oh-so terribly wanted to politely decline the formal invitation, but it seemed that the moment you woke, your mother was dead set on getting you ready for what she thought was your engagement party. Little did she know that her not so future in law had gotten rid of you as if you were a stray animal latched onto him, but who were you to burst her bubble?

Perhaps you ought to dread the inevitable fallout from your mother when the truth emerged, but you consoled yourself with the thought of drowning your sorrows in champagne tonight, delaying her wrath for at least a little while. Besides, the prospect of Sukuna’s impending arrival tomorrow brought you some comfort; his unruly nature often served as a distraction from your own troubles.

You sighed heavily, meeting Nobara’s furious gaze in the mirror. “He merely said he wished to absolve me of any trouble he had caused.”

“Good riddance!” Nobara shrieked, her hand furiously waving around the hair brush in a way that made you wary, for it would not be pleasant for it to make contact with your already tender head.  “He was never the one for you to pursue, for he lacks the honor of a true gentleman! And yet—oh, heavens!” She gestured at you accusingly with the brush, her tone turning sharp. “Why, pray, do you appear so disheartened?”

You open your mouth immediately, indignant and expecting your wit, your usual ally, to conjure a response for you, only to be left open-mouthed when it came up short. Nobara seemed to sense your hesitance, opening her mouth to unleash yet another accusatory and reprimanding remark, but you quickly moved to fill your silence. “I suppose I am just…offended that he dare reject me, the diamond. The ton will seize upon this dissolution with glee. They shall revel in my supposed failure, for it will be indicative of my failure to the Queen.”

Nobara arched a brow, her skeptical silence speaking volumes. She clearly wasn’t convinced, and before she could level another charge against you, a knock sounded at the door.

“Sister, are you decent?”

“Enter, Choso,” you called out, hastily adjusting the neckline of your pale pink gown and straightening the strand of pearls around your neck.

Nobara opened the door, though she made no attempt to soften her posture. The hairbrush remained firmly in her grasp, poised like a weapon, and Choso cast it a wary glance as he stepped inside. His presence brought a sense of calm, even as his expression betrayed some inner turmoil. He hesitated for a moment before moving to sit at the edge of your vanity, his gaze flickering between you and Nobara.

You narrowed your eyes, suspicious of his silence. “Well, brother? Out with it,” you urged, though your voice lacked its usual sharpness.

He sighed, clearly reluctant. “Very well,” he began. “Pray, hear me out. You know I have never hidden my disapproval of Lord Gojo.” At the sound of that name, you flinched, though you quickly masked it with a curt nod. Choso continued nonetheless, his tone steady but earnest. “In light of recent events, I have taken it upon myself to form…a contingency plan of sorts.”

Your curiosity was piqued, though Nobara snapped at you to sit still as she continued combing through your hair. “Go on,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Choso leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering as though to ensure Nobara wouldn’t interrupt. “I have had the pleasure of conversing at length with Duke Nanami.”

You arched a brow, intrigued despite yourself. “The Duke Nanami?”

“Yes,” Choso confirmed. “He is an esteemed gentleman of considerable character, and, as fortune would have it, he is not currently pursuing anyone this season.”

Your lips parted, but no words came. Choso’s intent was clear, and the weight of his proposition settled over you like an unexpected storm. Nobara, meanwhile, had stilled entirely, her hairbrush forgotten in her hand as she turned to gawk at your brother.

“Is this,” she began, her voice disbelieving, “your solution to Gojo’s appalling behavior? To thrust her into the path of another?”

Choso shrugged, unbothered by her skepticism. “A better match by far, I would argue. The Duke has no such inclinations to trifling or dishonor.”

You sighed, leaning back as the tension in the room thickened. “And what makes you so certain the Duke would even entertain such an arrangement?” you asked, your voice tinged with a weariness you hadn’t intended to show.

Choso gave you a small smile, his hand reaching out to pat your shoulder. “Leave that to me, dear sister. For now, focus on enduring tonight’s ordeal. Tomorrow, you may take comfort in Sukuna’s arrival—and in the knowledge that your prospects are not as grim as they seem.”

You exhaled, unsure whether to feel gratitude or exasperation, as Choso rose from his seat. Whatever plans he had in motion, they would unfold in time. For now, you could only prepare yourself for the chaos that awaited.

Gojo had outdone himself. Truly, magnificently outdone himself.

From the moment you entered the house, your hand resting lightly on Choso’s arm, the stares began. They weren’t the polite glances reserved for new arrivals at such gatherings—these were sharp, lingering, and accompanied by a cacophony of whispers that only heightened your unease.

You straightened your back, chin held high, determined not to give any of them the satisfaction of seeing your discomfort. But it was impossible to ignore the way every eye seemed to follow you, every head turned to observe as you passed. Whatever it was that had stirred this interest, you were certain Gojo was at the heart of it.

Feeling the oppressive smog of stares, you knew where you could find solace: the drinks table, where you could down a flute of champagne alongside your stress. And right as you excuse yourself from Choso’s hold, who is now looking in the general direction of some men—particularly a gaggle of men that included Lord Geto and Duke Nanami, who were looking at something in the direction of the dance floor with interest. As you walk, you take in the scene: a beautiful chandelier, and red drapings and coverings embellished with gold, a bloody alternative to the Gojo icy blue. You’re not sure why today’s ensemble of colors didn’t include blue, but you believe it is fitting for what’s going to happen to you after this party is over and your mother finds out about the elephant in the room. 

And as you glance longingly at the couples gliding across the floor, their movements synchronized with the lilting strains of the orchestra, your breath catches.

It is then that you see him.

Gojo Satoru is spinning a girl across the dance floor, his coat tails trailing like ribbons in the air. His lips move as he speaks, the tilt of his head paired with that too-familiar smirk. His partner laughs at something he’s said, a soft sound that reaches you even from this distance. You could almost identify her—there is no debutante in the ton you have not cataloged, no rival whose dossier you do not possess—but tonight, it does not matter. She is just a blur of chiffon and curls, another face in a sea of women enthralled by him.

Your chest tightens as you take in the scene, a memory unspooling unbidden.

Is this what your first dance with Gojo had looked like to others? Did you appear as enraptured as this girl, your steps as confident and sure beneath his lead? You remember his light touch at your back, his questions whispered so quietly you doubted even the orchestra could eavesdrop, his eyes full of a charm so practiced it felt like a spell cast just for you.

And yet now, the spell is broken.

He is steering her—steering everything—with such ease that it almost makes you laugh. Were he not so infuriating, you might have admired his grace, the way he seamlessly dominates both the conversation and the dance. His amusement is evident in the quirk of his brow, the corners of his mouth curling with every word she utters, no doubt answering his questions with meek enthusiasm.

She is simple. You can tell from the way he looks at her, the way he pauses before replying as if translating his own thoughts into something digestible for her. The way she beams at him—unaware of how deeply he calculates every move—is almost endearing. Almost.

He is drawing the same conclusions he did of you. Simple, lacking substance. 

The thought leaves a sour taste in your mouth. 

But then the girl laughs again, a little too loud, and Gojo’s expression flickers for just a second—long enough for you to notice. His smile tightens, his gaze sliding briefly across the room as though searching for something more stimulating. It is instinctual, this glance, and his head tilts in such a way that you know it will land on you if you linger a moment longer.

Your heart stutters in protest, your legs already moving.

Punch table. Right.

As you near it, you grab the closest drink and down it one sip, desperate for the cool of the liquid to calm both your throat and your heated mind, furious with thoughts and anxiety of those around you. And it was just as you begin to set down the cool glass that  in your periphery comes the man who soon tests your resolve.

“Miss Itadori,” a voice drawled behind you, the unmistakable lilt of smugness weaving through it.

You turned, and there stood Naoya Zen’in, his grin as unctuous as ever. He bowed slightly, though the gesture felt more like mockery than courtesy. “I must say, you are positively radiant tonight.”

You inclined your head ever so slightly, each movement deliberate. “Mr. Zen’in. How kind of you to say.”

He grinned, and the sight was unsettling, a serpent preparing to strike. “Radiant, yes. A pity Lord Gojo has finally come to his senses and moved on. I thought the two of you might actually prove interesting.”

Your stomach churned, but you kept your expression serene. “I fail to see how my affairs are of interest to you, Mr. Zen’in.”

“Oh, but they are,” he said, stepping closer, his voice lowering as though he were sharing a confidant’s secret. “Everyone is watching, you know. Wondering why Lord Gojo is…otherwise occupied tonight.” He tilted his head, motioning discreetly toward the mantle, a few meters away, where Gojo stood, entertaining and welcoming another lady.

Your eyes betrayed you, flicking briefly in that direction. Gojo’s figure remained in your periphery, still close enough to notice but far enough to be unattainable. You tore your gaze away, unwilling to feed Naoya’s glee.

Naoya leaned in, his tone growing more audacious. “Quite the spectacle, wouldn’t you agree? Though perhaps it’s for the best. You have much to offer, Miss Itadori—breeding hips, for one.”

The words hit you like a slap, your mind reeling in fury and disbelief. Your breath hitched, but before you could muster a scathing retort, something else caught your attention.

Gojo’s hand, resting casually against the column, tightened into a fist. The movement was subtle, but unmistakable—a barely contained tension that you might have missed if you weren’t already attuned to his every breath, his every twitch.

Still, you refused to look directly at him. Whatever he felt, it mattered not.

“Mr. Zen’in,” you began, voice icy and measured, though the rage burned beneath the surface, “your comments are as inappropriate as they are unwelcome. I suggest—”

“Sister.”

Choso’s voice interrupted like a lifeline thrown to a drowning sailor. You turned to see your older brother approaching, his expression calm but his eyes sharp as they darted between you and Naoya. He came to your side, his imposing presence creating an impenetrable wall between you and the unwelcome intruder.

“Mr. Zen’in,” Choso greeted with a curt nod, his tone laced with a warning. “I trust you’ll excuse my sister. She and I were just about to take a turn about the room.”

Naoya’s grin faltered, but he recovered quickly, stepping back with a mocking bow. “Of course. Do enjoy your evening.”

Choso wasted no time, offering his arm to you. You took it gratefully, your legs unsteady as he guided you away from the scene and toward a quieter corner of the ballroom.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly, his voice gentle but firm, as though bracing himself for a truth he might not like.

You nodded, though the words escaped you. Your hands trembled slightly, and Choso placed his over yours, steadying you. “I saw the way you looked,” he murmured, his voice quieter now. “At Lord Gojo.”

Your breath caught, but you said nothing, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of your brother’s steps.

“Whatever he’s done—or hasn’t done—you are worth far more than his regard,” Choso continued, his tone resolute. “Do not forget that.” A pause. “Are you all right, Sister?”

“I am fine,” you lied, though your trembling hands betrayed you.

The evening only worsened from there.

More and more, you felt the weight of curious glances, the whispers growing louder as the night wore on. The absence of Gojo’s attention did not go unnoticed—least of all by your mother, who approached you and Choso with a determined expression, her fan snapping shut with a sharp flick of her wrist.

The warmth of the ballroom’s lights could not thaw the ice that slipped down your spine as your mother approached. Her movements were poised as ever, but the tightness in her lips and the fury barely hidden in her eyes told you everything. She stopped just short of you, her fan snapping shut with a sharp click that made you flinch.

“Explain,” she hissed, her voice low enough to avoid drawing the attention of onlookers but sharp enough to carve into you.

Your breath caught in your throat. You glanced towards Choso for reinforcement, but his furrowed brow and subtle shake of his head told you he would not intervene—not yet.

“I… don’t understand, Mother,” you murmured, though the words tasted hollow even as you said them.

“Do not toy with me, child,” she snapped, her tone still hushed but more cutting. “The entire room is whispering. Where is Lord Gojo? Why has he not so much as glanced in your direction tonight? Why is he—” Her eyes darted to the waltz floor, where Gojo had just excused himself from yet another partner. “Why is he dancing with others while you stand here like a forgotten debutante?”

The words hit like a slap, and you flinched again, your gaze falling to your gloved hands. You wanted to speak, to explain, but the lump in your throat grew larger with every second.

Her voice softened but grew no less fierce. “What have you done?”

Your chest tightened, and for a fleeting moment, you considered telling her everything—about the garden, about Gojo’s words, about how utterly humiliated you had felt. But then the heat of the ballroom pressed down on you, the glances from curious onlookers prickling your skin like needles.

You couldn’t. Not here.

So, you said nothing.

The silence between you stretched thin, your mother’s patience fraying with every passing moment. Finally, she straightened, her lips pressed into a pale line. “This is how you repay all that has been done for you?” she whispered, her voice trembling with restrained fury. “Do you even comprehend what this will do to your prospects? To this family? You have disgraced yourself, and worse—you have disgraced me.”

Her words left you hollow, the guilt settling into the spaces where indignation might have taken root. Still, you could not look up, nor could you summon any defense.

Your mother’s fan snapped open again with a sharp flick, the motion more violent than graceful. “We are leaving,” she declared, turning abruptly on her heel. “Now.”

Choso stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against your elbow as if to steady you. You dared a glance at him, finding his gaze steady and quietly supportive. It was only his presence that kept your legs moving as you followed your mother toward the grand doors.

The weight of the room’s collective gaze bore down on you with every step. The music swelled in the background, mocking you with its cheerfulness. As you neared the exit, your feet faltered.

And then you saw him.

Gojo.

He stood near the edge of the dance floor, his posture uncharacteristically tense, his jaw clenched tightly, his usual easy confidence dimmed. His head tilted slightly, his eyes cutting through the crowd to meet yours.

Your breath hitched. In his gaze, you saw regret—yearning, even—and something else you couldn’t quite name.

But it didn’t matter.

You tore your eyes away, your jaw tightening as a steely resolve settled over you.

You would not break.

Not here. Not now. Not for him.

As you stepped into the cool night air, you drew in a deep breath, willing the ache in your chest to dissipate. Gojo Satoru had taken enough from you. Your heart, your dignity—no more.

If he thought you would crumble, he was mistaken.

He would regret this, you vowed silently.

And you would make certain of it.

The morning that came in a few days was no less disheartening than the night of the house party. The morning sun filtered weakly through the gauzy curtains of the drawing room, casting pale, lackluster patterns on the carpet. Even the sunlight seemed hesitant, as if it knew it had no place in the solemn atmosphere that hung over your family.

Even Yuji was solemn as you all sipped on your tea, the drawing room oddly quiet as you reflected in the aftermath of the past few days. The events of the house party still loomed over you. Your family’s hasty departure had been punctuated by the sight of your mother in whispered conversation with Duchess Gojo, their faces tight with the bitterness of dashed expectations. You had no doubt they had commiserated over your perceived recklessness and Gojo’s insolence, lamenting how the perfect match they had orchestrated had unraveled before their very eyes.

You had borne it all in silence.

But now, in the cold light of morning, your resolve felt brittle.

Your hands tightened around your teacup as you stared into the amber liquid, your reflection rippling with each shallow breath you took. Independence? That word felt hollow. You had fought for it, yes, but at what cost? The ton’s whispers had already begun. You could feel their weight pressing on you, suffocating in their judgment. The laughter and speculation at your expense would echo through parlors and ballrooms for weeks, if not months.

And yet, deep down, there was a spark of defiance. They thought this was your undoing. They thought you would crumble. But they had no idea.

"Why does it feel like we’re mourning?" Yuji muttered, breaking the silence. His voice was quiet, but the sarcasm was unmistakable. "It’s not as though anyone has died."

Your mother’s sigh this time was louder, sharper, and followed by a pointed glance in his direction. “Yuji, do not jest,” she snapped. "This is no laughing matter."

Choso, who had been reclining with one arm draped lazily over the armrest of his chair, sat up straighter. “Mother,” he said cautiously, his voice soft but steady, “I think it’s time we address what’s truly troubling you.”

Her handkerchief stilled in her lap. For a moment, the room was silent again, the tension thick enough to choke on.

“Troubling me?” she repeated, her tone icy. “You think I am troubled, Choso?”

“Everyone is troubled,” Choso replied, his gaze flicking briefly to you. "But perhaps if you said what’s on your mind, we could all breathe a little easier."

Your mother’s lips thinned as she sat up straighter, her shoulders stiff. “Very well,” she said sharply, “if you must know, I am ashamed.”

The word hit you like a slap, even though you had expected it. You gritted your teeth, staring down at your tea to hide the flush of anger and embarrassment creeping up your neck.

“Ashamed of what?” you asked quietly, your voice tighter than you intended.

“Of you,” she replied without hesitation. “Of the scandal you have brought upon this family. Do you think your actions have no consequences? Do you think the ton will simply overlook your…” She hesitated, clearly searching for the most cutting word. “Your antics with Lord Gojo?”

You felt Choso stiffen beside you, his protective instincts clearly flaring, but you held up a hand to stop him. You wouldn’t hide behind your brothers—not this time.

“I have done nothing wrong,” you said, your voice low but firm. “Gojo and I made a mutual decision that we were incompatible. We—”

“You humiliated yourself!” she interrupted, her voice rising. “And by extension, this family. Do you think people are speaking of him? No! It is you they ridicule. It is your name they sully.”

Your chest burned with anger and hurt, but before you could retort, Yuji shifted uncomfortably, muttering, “This is getting out of hand…”

“You think I care about their opinions?” you snapped, finally lifting your gaze to meet your mother’s. “The ton has always been cruel. They would find a reason to gossip no matter what I did. I refuse to live my life pandering to their expectations—”

“And look where that refusal has left you,” your mother interrupted, her voice shaking with fury. “Unmarried. Ruined. Who will have you now?”

You flinched, the words cutting deeper than you thought possible. Your lips parted, but no words came out. What could you possibly say to that?

The silence that followed was deafening.

Until a voice, smooth and amused, broke it.

“Now, now, Mother. I know you’ve always had a flair for the dramatic, but let us not turn your theatrics onto our dearest sister.”

All heads turned toward the entrance, where a figure lounged against the doorway, his presence commanding without even trying. There he stood—Sukuna, your brother, looking entirely too pleased with himself for someone who had kept you waiting for days. Both you and Yuji involuntarily gasped in excitement, while Choso only shook his head in amusement and crossed his arms.

He strode into the room with an air of nonchalance, his tailored attire immaculate, his smile one of mocking amusement. His gaze flicked to your mother, then to you, lingering for a moment as if to appraise the damage left in her wake.

“Good morning,” he said smoothly, the corners of his mouth curling. “I trust I’ve arrived in time to save you from a most tiresome sermon.”

Your mother bristled, but her voice faltered, her ire now redirected. “Sukuna, this is hardly the time for your irreverence—”

“And yet here I am,” he interrupted, dropping into a chair with the kind of ease that only Sukuna could muster. He leaned back, his sharp gaze softening just slightly as it fell on you. “I thought you might appreciate a reprieve. You seem to have had enough lectures for a lifetime.”

You could feel tears welling in your eyes. You had severely underestimated how much you missed your elder brother, seeing his presence stir a fondness and comfort you hadn’t felt ever since he left for Europe. And it seemed that your brothers shared your sentiment; Yuji was basically on his haunches, doing everything he could not to leave his chair to tackle Sukuna, and Choso barely holding in an amused smile. 

“Still causing chaos wherever you go, I see,” Choso said dryly, though there was no malice in his tone.

Sukuna smirked. “Someone has to keep things interesting.”

Your mother huffed, her lips pressing into a thin line as she rose from her seat. “I refuse to be made a fool in my own home. Sukuna, do try not to corrupt your siblings further while I attend to matters of actual importance.” She swept out of the room with her usual imperious grace, leaving a silence in her wake.

As soon as she left, you left your chair to basically jumping on him, hugging him tightly as he reciprocated your hug with wrapping his big arms around yours with equal fervor. “Kuna,” you whispered, burying your face into his chest as the tears started flowing. His presence surrounded you, offering you a comfort and familiarity that the eventful weeks, ever since your debut, hadn’t offered

Sukuna looked down to you with a raised brow as he patted your head affectionately. “Well, that was entertaining. Now, who’s going to tell me what truly happened while I was gone?”

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so uh....we are now gonna enter the arc with DRAMAA. there will be yearning, there will be angst, and soon after, there will be fluff. idk if anyone needs to hear this, but, again, this series will have a happy ending. if anyone is sad, don't worry. i'm going to make gojo grovel <3

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Hyunjin: Age-Restricted (Part Five)

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader (ft other skz members)

Genre/warnings: nanny!reader, boy next door/neighbor!hyunjin, generally inexperienced and painfully shy virgin!reader, fluff, humor, mentions of alcohol, uhhhh i don’t think there’s any warnings but if i missed anything lmk!, minors dni!!!

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Summary: You think it’s luck when the new family you nanny for is so stupid rich that they rent you a fancy new apartment just so you can live closer to them. You think it’s luck when the guy across the hall is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your entire life and makes an effort to talk to you. But that’s just about where your luck runs out, because Hyunjin is more out of your league than you could ever imagine, and you’re just some hopeless virgin who never had good luck in the first place.

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Wanting to be a good and supportive friend, Changbin listened very intently to every detail of what Hyunjin was telling him. Everything about how he had finally kissed the cute girl across the hall while the two sat in the office, Changbin sitting in his computer chair at his setup, but faced to the side to look at Hyunjin. The younger boy was sitting in the spare chair, slightly turning himself side to side while he went over the details.

Meanwhile, Kit seemed like she wasn’t paying any attention, sitting in her computer chair at the other side of the office with her headphones on, her keyboard clacking along with whatever game she was playing.

But then Hyunjin said something so nonchalantly, but it made Changbin’s eyes go wide.

“She had a panic attack?” he gasped.

Hyunjin shrugged, “I figure it’s not a big deal -- I mean, like, in the way of it affecting our relationship. She said she’s had bad experiences and she overthinks stuff a lot. She calmed down, I did everything to make her comfortable.”

Changbin’s expression seemed unsure as he took in a slow breath, “Okay, Jinnie– Are you…sure about this? I mean, considering…you? And how she is? Is that a good mix?”

Hyunjin frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not trying to offend you or be mean – I mean, you and I are one and the same. But like–”

“I told her we’d go slow,” Hyunjin interrupted with a pout. “I’m gonna be careful with her.”

Kit suddenly spoke up, keys still going while she stared at the screen, not even turning to look at them, “Did you actually think through this, or are you thinking with your heart and/or dick?”

“You’re listening?” Changbin asked, turning his head to look at the back of his girlfriend’s chair.

She scoffed, “Duh. Hyunjin having a crush on a girl is the most interesting thing to happen in my circle since we sued that guy for scamming people with that sex tape claim.”

“Is that really the last time you were interested in anything…?” Changbin mumbled with a pout.

Finally, Kit sighed and turned around in her seat, putting her headphones around her neck, “No offense, Binnie, but all of our other friends are the same as each other. Lately, it’s all the same stories with different people involved. Hyunjin has, like, a love interest and shit – and one completely opposite of him. I’m like, living vicariously through him.”

Changbin scoffed, “What, do you wanna fuck this girl, too?”

“I never said I wanted to fuck her!” Hyunjin whined.

“You don’t have to,” Kit told him before looking back at her boyfriend. “And you don’t start acting jealous like you don’t know I’m obsessed with you. Idiot.”

Changbin flashed her a grin.

Hyunjin kept the pout on his face, leaning back in Changbin’s extra computer chair, “Why are you guys so concerned about me and her…?”

“She’s the shyest girl I’ve ever heard anyone speak of, and she had a panic attack when you kissed her,” she explained. “If she overthinks and gets that anxious over a kiss, I’m a little nervous she’ll be kind of…overwhelmed when it comes to you.”

“Kit, you know better than anyone that the quiet ones are the freakiest ones,” Hyunjin huffed with a glare before quickly adding, “Not that I’m thinking about her in that way. I don’t want to have sex with her -- I mean, I do, but not yet. You get what I’m saying; maybe she’s actually a closeted freak.”

“I’m not saying she’s shy as a bad thing,” Kit added. “I’m just saying it as a statement.”

“Sounds like a warning,” Changbin commented in a murmur.

She shrugged, “I just don’t want Hyunjin getting back into that funk again. Do you know how long it took for him to get out of that headspace?”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not even here,” he snapped.

Kit sighed, lazily looking at Hyunjin, “I’m not trying to piss you off or pick a fight–”

“You’re failing.”

“--I’m just making you aware because you’re so smitten that you don’t think of these things. Whatever that saying is about rose-colored glasses or whatever. You know.”

Changbin sighed, looking away from his girlfriend to look at Hyunjin again. His expression softened, clearly trying to lighten the mood as he wondered, “So what’s your next move?”

Hyunjin glanced down at his hands that rested on his stomach as he leaned back in the chair, “Well…I actually wanted some help with that…”

“Yeah, whatever you need, man,” Changbin promised.

The couple watched as Hyunjin’s cheeks tinted pink and he shyly asked, “What are some good first date ideas?”

-

Normally, when a lot was going on, it was stressful. It drained you so much that you used to just nap on the twins’ parents’ couch when they napped instead of making snacks or watching TV or using your downtime to do whatever it was you felt like doing or needed to get done for the family. It would cause you to go straight home and go to bed – even on days you got home before 6pm – and not wake up until the next morning.

Currently, there was a lot going on, and for once, it was good. It made you feel energized and excited. It made you feel constant butterflies – the kind you got before a concert that made you not want to eat anything only to be starving by the end of the night. It brought a random smile to your face throughout the day, and it motivated you to bake cookies with Seojoon despite him constantly getting flour and brown sugar all over himself, the counter, and the floor. It had you humming while you cleaned up Hajoon’s latest blowout – Mrs. Park warned you he was on antibiotics for an ear infection, which would mess with his stomach – as if you were just folding laundry or something way less gross.

Why? Because of Hyunjin.

Hyunjin and you were texting even more than you previously were – and you were already doing that everyday. But now your texts between each other were more flirty, and it was exciting. Knowing there was somebody who liked you and wanted to talk to you was exciting.

And because of your situation with Hyunjin, your friends wanted to know everything – including Jisung, who just wanted to be in the loop because his friends were your friends. You never considered yourself self-absorbed or full of yourself, but talking about your sort-of-relationship with Hyunjin was fun. It made you feel important because you finally had something going on in your love life and your friends wanted to hear about it. 

Minho 😻🤢: i still can’t believe you didn’t fucking tell him though

Minho 😻🤢: maybe he has a corruption kink and telling him would help you out!!!

Seungmin 👹😌: uh ew lol

Christopher 🦘🧡: minho…

Seungmin 👹😌: respectfully i don’t want to think about _____ like that 

_____: i don’t want any of you thinking about me like that either

_____: and i don’t just want to be somebody’s kink dude

“_____?” Seojoon’s voice startled you away from your phone. You looked up to see the toddler standing by the couch, rubbing one eye and blinking at you with the other. “Can I watch CoComelon?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, glancing at the baby cam on the coffee table in front of you before looking back at Seojoon, “You’re supposed to be napping.”

“Hajoon was snoring really loud,” he told you.

You let out a sigh, ignoring your phone vibrating on your thigh as you considered if Seojoon would go back to sleep or not if you tried to get him back down. He typically napped for two hours or a little more, and he hardly slept for an hour. It had been maybe 45 minutes.

“Are you still tired?” you asked.

He shrugged.

“Think we should go back to bed, bud.”

“Hajoon’s too loud,” he whined.

You patted the spot on the couch beside you, “Couch nap.”

As Seojoon climbed onto the couch, you turned off the TV and moved to the floor so you could sit beside the couch and rub his back to help him fall asleep. Seojoon didn’t even lay his head on the arm or put down a throw pillow, plopping his head down on a cushion as he laid on his stomach. You sat facing the couch and placed your hand on his back, rubbing it up and down as you used your other hand to check your phone.

Christopher 🦘🧡: that better not be the case

Seungmin 👹😌: uh oh Father Chan is coming out

Seungmin 👹😌: Daddy 😳

Minho 😻🤢: Daddy 😳 👉👈

Minho 😻🤢: ooooh wait if we’re beating the shit out of hyunjun can i get in on it

_____: you’re 100% giving him different names every time on purpose

Seungmin 👹😌: you’re lucky he’s getting the first half right, don’t complain

“_____?” Seojoon’s sleepy voice pulled you from your phone.

“Go to sleep, SeoSeo,” you sighed.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Your movements paused as you made a face that was almost like disgust, looking up from your phone. You couldn’t imagine why a literal toddler would be asking you about your love life or even know what a boyfriend was. The only two options you could come up with were: something on television, or his parents were talking about you.

“Why’re you asking?” you asked him slowly.

“Momma asked daddy if you had a boyfriend,” he explained. “They wanted to give you fancy dinner but momma didn’t know if you had anyone to take, I think. They like to go on dates a lot to fancy dinner. So I wanna know if you have a boyfriend to go to fancy dinner with.”

“Seojoon, do you even know what a boyfriend is?” you asked with a sigh.

“Momma said it’s someone you like a lot, kinda like how momma and daddy are.”

“Well, I don’t have a boyfriend,” you stated plainly.

‘Maybe I’ll have one soon, though.’

Maybe Hyunjin showing interest in you was turning you into a middle school girl. Maybe you were just going to become delusional.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” Seojoon asked, sincerity on his cute little face.

You let out a snort, “Why?”

“I like you and I want to go to fancy dinner with you.”

The smile that broke onto your face reached your eyes as you patted Seojoon’s back, “Maybe ask me again in 15 more years. Go to sleep.”

Deciding he was actually too sleepy from his short nap to put up a fight, Seojoon closed his eyes, and you went back to rubbing his back. The room was silent as you went back to your phone.

Christopher 🦘🧡: i never said i was beating up anyone

Christopher 🦘🧡: min you might have anger issues

Seungmin 👹😌: might????

Minho 😻🤢: it’s not anger issues, its wishful thinking

Christopher 🦘🧡: all i’m trying to say is that hyunjin better have good intentions

Seungmin 👹😌: no dating until we approve, _____

Minho 😻🤢: yeah we have to meet him first!!!

Minho 😻🤢: mostly just because i’m nosy :)

_____: do y’all wanna meet seojoon then?

_____: he just asked me if he could be my boyfriend

Seungmin 👹😌: i approve

Minho 😻🤢: bet i could babysit

Minho 😻🤢: i’d be a great babysitter

Minho 😻🤢: honestly _____ idk how you haven’t landed any milfs/dilfs yet

Minho 😻🤢: they’re all literally rich like ????

_____: they’re all also married ?????

Christopher 🦘🧡: they could cheat

Seungmin 👹😌: or be swingers

Seungmin 👹😌: isn’t that a rich person thing?

_____: idk why don’t you ask the breadwinner of the house

_____: the resident dilf apparently

Christopher 🦘🧡: YOU GUYS HAVE A ROOMIES GC WITHOUT ME???

Christopher 🦘🧡: _____ ISN’T EVEN YOUR ROOMMATE ANYMORE WTF

_____: ????

Seungmin 👹😌: wtf

Minho 😻🤢: hang on jisung took his phone and is hiding in the bathroom

Minho 😻🤢: i think chan’s gonna bust it down lmao i’ll go film it

Christopher 🦘🧡: DON’T FILM IT, SAVE ME WTF

Seungmin 👹😌: please film it

Seungmin 👹😌: i will venmo 

You sat with the chat open, watching Chan’s text bubble pop up, but you were waiting for the video that Minho was going to send. But the texts suddenly disappeared as the screen went grey, and displayed at the top was Hyunjin’s name as your phone vibrated softly.

You glanced up at the couch to see Seojoon had fallen back asleep, so you slowly moved your hand and got up to go to the kitchen and answer the phone without waking up the toddler.

“Hello?”

“Hey, _____,” Hyunjin’s voice seemed…off. Almost�� nervous? “What’re you up to?”

“Working,” you replied simply. “Why, what’s up?”

“Nothing. I mean, there’s something – there’s a reason I called,” he explained. “Um…are you busy later?”

“I’m not busy after 6,” you chuckled at how oddly anxious he seemed. You’d never heard Hyunjin sound anything other than either normal or just straight-up confident. “Why?”

“Well, I was actually wondering if maybe you’d wanna go do something?”

“Clarify,” you heard a male voice whisper harshly in the background.

“I mean,” he quickly spoke before you could reply, “do you wanna…go on a date?”

You wanted to squeal into the phone. You wanted to flap your hands and kick your feet like a happy child. You honestly couldn’t even reply as your breath caught in your throat. If you tried to say anything, it would surely sound higher than your normal voice, and you didn’t want to give away how elated you felt.

“You’re either blushing or wondering how to turn me down,” Hyunjin deadpanned when you took too long to reply.

“Don’t call me out,” you hissed, able to hide your excited voice in a harsh whisper that made Hyunjin laugh. Thankfully, that helped your body relax and your voice go back to normal. “What kind of date did you have in mind?”

“Well,” he hummed, “I thought maybe something cliché would be nice. Y’know, I’m trying to get these steps right.”

“Steps?”

“Yeah, so like, we go on a couple dates and then I ask you out. Well, assuming you still like me by then.”

Dates. Your friends expressed that they wanted to actually meet Hyunjin before you dated him or took anything further. Honestly, it wasn’t too bad of a request. They were your friends and if Hyunjin did become your boyfriend – that was a thought that made your heart race – it was only natural that your friends would become his, right? So it was a good idea to figure out if they meshed together well.

“Actually,” you began, “there’s a step before that.”

“...Did I miss something?” he asked, suddenly frantic.

“It’s my own step,” you told him with a chuckle. “Actually, my friends’ step.”

When he spoke again, he was back to his charming self, “And what step would that be?”

-

There was a very very loud knock at your door that wouldn’t stop. It kept going and going even when you called, “I’m coming!”

You knew who it was, and you were ready to deck him in the face as soon as you opened the door. However, before you could even open your mouth to threaten him when the door opened, Minho slid by you with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“Chan’s still in the lobby,” he told you nonchalantly, walking into your apartment like he owned the place while Seungmin smiled and quietly said hi before entering. “He’s bonding with the Aussie kid.”

“Hello to you, too,” you nodded as you closed the door.

“He’s a little too excited to sleep over in your apartment,” Seungmin explained. “He’s gonna pick up a sugar-whatever or something.”

“And I brought a robe!” Minho told you excitedly, turning around after dropping his bag in the middle of the living room to look at you with wide eyes. “Rich people wear robes.”

“You’re not hitting on my neighbors and getting me kicked out,” you stated. As soon as Minho opened his mouth, you pointed at him and quickly yelled, “Don’t say anything about me and Hyunjin!”

His mouth snapped shut.

“Speaking of,” Seungmin began with a growing smirk, “what time is he showing up?”

The new plan was for Hyunjin to meet your friends – though he briefly met Chan – and vice versa. You told him about what your friends had said, and Hyunjin agreed without question. It seemed whenever you told him about your friends’ concerns, he was always understanding, no questions asked.

Major green flag.

So you had a reason to invite your friends over and hang out with Hyunjin again, and they had a reason to have their first sleepover at your apartment. You just hoped him and your three friends would get along.

“‘Bout an hour.”

“Do you know if he’s home?” he asked, suddenly whispering like Hyunjin would hear him from across the hall – if he was even over there.

You shrugged, making some sort of ‘I don’t know’ noise.

There was another knock at the door, and you assumed it was your third and final friend.

You were half-right. He brought Felix with him.

“Making friends?” you asked, amusement in your tone and eyebrows raised.

“Yup!” both boys grinned brightly.

If their smiles weren’t so cute, you would’ve thought that was really creepy.

“I actually wanted to see if maaaaybe Felix could hang,” Chan asked with his sweetest smile, folding his hands together like he was a child begging his parents for dessert. “His shift ends in fifteen minutes and he said he’s already really good friends with Hyunjin.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked to the blonde-haired boy, “You’re not working tonight?”

“Jerry asked to switch to get away from his wife,” Felix snorted. “It’s him and Innie tonight.”

“Poor kid,” you mumbled, but then you shrugged. “Yeah, why not?”

Felix was beaming, smile reaching his eyes, “Cool! I’ll be back up soon and I’ll bring some snacks.”

So Chan entered your apartment with his backpack on one shoulder, and Felix said a quick goodbye and went back down the hall. Then you closed the door.

“I thought this was so you could meet Hyunjin, but you’re gonna be all up Felix’s ass,” you told Chan.

Chan seemed to freeze, eyes staring into space like he was processing something you said, before he started moving again, shaking away the thought, “_____, I’m a social butterfly. I can multitask people, okay. Where are we putting our stuff?”

“My room for now. Just so it’s out of the way.”

“Unless you’re Minho, you put it in the middle of the couch,” Seungmin deadpanned as he began to raid your fridge.

“For the night, this is my couch!” Minho called defensively.

“You’re a guest, dude,” Chan sighed, going over to remove Minho’s belongings from the couch.

As the two boys began bickering, Seungmin muttered from the open fridge door, “They’re gonna wreck this place, Jisung’s left alone to wreck ours – we’re all gonna be homeless.”

You stood in the kitchen silently and nodded to yourself, listening to the chaos erupt around you.

‘Just like old times.’

-

Almost an hour after Felix had arrived, there was another knock. You were already buzzing with anxiety, and you were kind of hoping maybe it was Jerry and not the man of the hour. But you were also excited to hang out with Hyunjin again, so you knew you’d be disappointed if it wasn’t him.

Thankfully, your friends allowed you to get the door as they stood around the center counter, picking from snacks that they’d laid out – some they brought, some from your cabinets, and some that Felix had ‘borrowed’ from the snack counter downstairs. Your friends were indulging in some alcoholic beverages, but you stressed that they were not to get drunk like at home – at least not the first time meeting Hyunjin.

You opened the door and immediately smiled seeing Hyunjin smile at you.

“Sounds like a party from the hallway,” he noted. “Hope we don’t get a noise complaint.”

You shrugged and gestured for him to come in, “I’m used to it.”

As you closed the door and brought him in to where your friends were, you saw Felix grin and nod his head toward Hyunjin, while your three other friends stopped their talking and looked him up and down. Chan stared him dead in the eye, seeming a little tense despite the soft smile he plastered onto his face. Minho smirked to himself before looking down at the container of dip he was dipping his chip into, popping it into his mouth to hide his smile. And Seungmin just seemed…weird. He honestly looked like he just had a stick rammed up his ass but was trying not to show it.

“Guys, this is Hyunjin. That’s Chan, Minho, and Seungmin.”

They all said their weird first-time hellos before they went back to their normal conversation. That was a good thing about your friends: they were never really awkward. If they wanted to say or do something, they just did it. That included going back to their conversation after Hyunjin’s arrival instead of asking the awkward small talk questions

“What’re you doing here, Lix?” Hyunjin asked as he slid up beside Felix at the counter.

“Off duty,” he smiled proudly. “Jeongin probably hates me, but at least I’m not dealing with Jerry.”

“We should call him up for room service and kidnap him,” you thought aloud.

Felix gasped, eyes widening in delight while Hyunjin smirked and wagged a finger at you, “I like the way you think.”

“Yeah, she’s full of great ideas,” Minho said dismissively before leaning up against the counters, one elbow resting on it while the other held a small handful of M&Ms. “So Hyunjin, what’re your intentions?”

You let out a groan, eyes closing and head dropping back.

That was a bad thing about your friends: if they wanted to say or do something, they just did it.

Seungmin snorted, “Hey, at least he got his name right this time.”

-

Diffusing situations was one of Chan’s biggest strengths, which was how your small group ended up in your living room, all eyes on the screen. Felix and Seungmin were the final two in your game of Smash, and they were having the most intense battle you’d ever seen. You could hear how furiously they were pressing the buttons on their controllers, the room being filled with people cheering and shit-talking.

Chan had suggested playing video games, and your friends began to get a little too into it, especially finding out Felix loved video games.

“I’ll be honest,” Hyunjin said softly from beside you on the couch, “I cannot keep up with who is where.”

You already knew that because Hyunjin had accidentally thrown himself off the map all 3 times, effectively making him the first one out.

You giggled quietly, “It took me forever to be able to keep track of my own character.”

“You big on games?” he wondered, peeling his eyes away from the screen to look at you.

How come every time he looked at you, it made your heart do a flip? Were you ever going to get over that?

You nodded, “We all like to play together, even if we’re not very good. Being drunk makes it fun.”

“Most of the stories you’ve told me about your roommates involve them being drunk,” he noted with a chuckle.

“Because we always are,” Minho deadpanned from your other side, not looking away from the screen, leaned forward in his seat. “Don’t tell me you’re a lightweight or something. Unless maybe you’re straight-edge, which is fine.”

“Nah, I can handle my alcohol,” Hyunjin reassured him casually. “I never lose a shotgunning contest.”

That made Minho turn his head to the left to look Hyunjin up and down. But he seemed content with whatever he’d decided, smirking with a soft chuckle.

“Guess we’ll have to see sometime.”

Hyunjin nodded, “Sounds like a match.”

Minho turned back to the TV, and you heard him mutter something to himself, but all you caught was, “--throat like that–”

On his other side, Seungmin snorted.

You wanted to ask what was said, but since you assumed it was about Hyunjin’s throat, you decided not to draw his attention to your friend. But why was he talking about Hyunjin’s throat in the first place? You knew Minho was known to just like who he liked regardless of gender or whatever, but was he making sexual comments about the guy you were trying to be with?

Your silent questioning was fleeting when you felt warmth on your thigh. You glanced down to see Hyunjin’s hand resting there, thumb smoothing over your skin that was exposed by the shorts you’d decided to put on since you were going to just be sitting around your house all night. Warmth crept up into your cheeks as you tried to just keep your eyes on the TV, but he knew you weren’t paying attention and he knew you were getting flustered from your body language.

“Cute,” he said softly to himself.

The room suddenly erupted into loud…something. It was cheering but also yelling at someone, and you knew the game was over from the announcer on the game. You assumed Felix had won since him and Chan started loudly chanting something that must’ve been some sort of Australian thing. At least they were bonding, sitting together on the small couch and celebrating the younger boy’s victory.

But that wasn’t to say he wasn’t warming up to Hyunjin. He’d spoken to him here and there – you were thankful he wasn’t bombarding him, but more trying to make him feel included – and seemed to like him. But he was nice to just about everyone.

Minho and Seungmin were the real tellers, and they were at least being nicer to him than they were to Jisung, so that was something. Hyunjin laughed at just about everything Seungmin said, which he obviously seemed to appreciate from his proud smiles. And Minho seemed intrigued by him, but that was all you could really tell. Whenever Minho spoke with him, he always looked at Hyunjin with what you could only describe as amused curiosity.

It also admittedly helped to have Felix there. Since he knew Hyunjin, he was like the bridge for the gap between Hyunjin and your friends. It helped Hyunjin integrate a lot better, and you were thankful for that.

“So what do you usually do for fun, Hyunjin?” Chan asked as Seungmin demanded a rematch.

Hyunjin looked away from the screen to Chan, his hand still on your thigh, “Um… Honestly, not much. My friends and I go out to eat a lot or I just hang out at their place. We do some traveling sometimes.”

Chan’s eyebrows raised, “Wow, really?”

“Right,” Minho nodded, sitting back against the cushions and manspreading like he was trying to nudge your legs closer to Hyunjin’s, “I forgot we’re in the land of the rich.”

“What do you do for work?” Chan wondered.

Felix’s eyes darted from the screen where Seungmin was setting up the 1v1, to Hyunjin, staring at him from the corner of his eye.

“Nothing right now, just had some money saved up,” Hyunjin replied with a shrug, still seeming relaxed despite Chan’s curiosity-disguised interrogation. 

“Are you one of those silver spoon babies?” Minho asked with a slight scoff.

“Eat the rich!” Seungmin cheered from the opposite end of the couch.

“Alright, you don’t need to be rude,” Chan scolded him with a frown. “Never mind, these kids will just shit on you for anything.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I agree,” Hyunjin chuckled before raising his beer that he’d been sipping in cheers. “Eat the rich.”

-

Before they allowed Felix or Hyunjin to leave, Minho declared they had to have a shotgunning contest. Everyone had sipped on a drink or two, but nothing too crazy. But since Hyunjin only lived across the hall, and they were staying at your place, he said it had to be done.

“Ready?” Minho asked, eyes narrowed as he stared at his opponent across from him.

Hyunjin nodded, completely unfazed, “Call it.”

“Three…two…one…” Chan counted down, looking between the two men. “Go!”

They both quickly poked holes into their cans before popping the tops and chugging. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t almost drooling seeing the way Hyunjin’s plush lips went around the can as he tilted his head to drink the contents. You were definitely going to have plenty of fantasies about those lips later.

It felt like only seconds before Hyunjin removed his mouth from the can with a deep sigh, crushing it between both hands and watching Minho finish his drink. Your friend finished his only a couple seconds later, mirroring Hyunjin’s actions.

Except he let out the loudest burp you’d heard him make.

“Nice,” you deadpanned.

“I’m impressed,” Minho nodded with an amused smirk before he looked to you. “You have my blessing.”

“I’m not your daughter, dude.”

Hyunjin curled his hand into a fist and used the side to stifle his own burp before grinning and saying, “Thanks!”

“Next time, count me in on the comp,” Felix laughed. “Thanks for letting me crash the party.”

“Anytime!” Chan told him a little too enthusiastically.

“Alright, bedtime,” Hyunjin sighed before he looked around at your friends. “It was really nice meeting you guys.”

“I’ll walk you guys out,” you offered, already heading for the door while the two boys and your friends said their quick goodbyes.

Felix was quick to give you a hug and playfully punch Hyunjin’s shoulder before he left down the hall and disappeared into the elevator. That just left you and Hyunjin outside your closed door.

“Think they liked me?” Hyunjin asked quietly with a chuckle.

“They were nice, which is honestly saying something,” you told him.

“I feel like Chan’s kind of…indifferent,” he admitted.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Really? I thought he was the nicest to you.”

“He was staring at me the whole time.”

Was he? You hadn’t noticed. Maybe you were too caught up in Hyunjin to notice. Or too caught up in your own head.

Or just oblivious.

“Not more than you were, though,” he grinned smugly.

You pouted at him to avoid the embarrassed smile that came along with the heat licking at your face, “You be quiet.”

“Aw, so no kiss goodnight?” he asked with his own pout, giving you puppy-dog eyes and all.

“I’ll kiss you!” you heard Minho call from instead.

You pounded the side of your fist against the door, hearing a couple, “ows!” whine from the other side.

“Stop listening, you freaks!” you called back.

Hyunjin stepped off to the side of the door before grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. You saw the smitten smile on his face before his lips pressed softly against yours for only a few seconds.

“Just so your roommates don’t see,” he chuckled.

“How thoughtful,” you mumbled, unable to help the fact your face wouldn’t stop getting warmer and warmer.

“I’ll text you with date plans, ‘kay?” he winked.

“‘Kay.”

You seemed reluctant to let him go as he stepped away from you and walked the few steps across the hall. 

“Goodniiiight,” he sang.

“Night, Hyunjin.”

As soon as you went back into your apartment and closed the door, you expected to be bombarded. Instead, your friends were standing around the counter again, picking at the snacks that hadn’t been brought into the living room.

“He seems okay,” Minho shrugged. “Honestly was expecting someone a little grossly romantic or whatever, so I’m glad he’s not cringe.”

“And he laughed at my jokes,” Seungmin grinned happily. “I like him.”

Minho snorted, “Never mind, he’s cringe.”

Chan looked like a dad as he stood at the counter, both hands flat against it, while he stared down at it, considering his thoughts and emotions.

“Father?” you prompted. “Anything to say?”

Finally, Chan sighed and nodded, “I think he really likes you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Did you think he didn’t?”

“No, no!” he said quickly, finally lifting his head to look at you and relaxing his stance. “But your concerns about him using you became my concerns, y’know? But… Yeah, no, the way he was looking at you the whole night – he really likes you.”

A smile crept onto your face as you asked, “He was staring at me?”

“Oh my god, a stupid amount!” Minho burst with a groan. “I wanted to vomit in his perfect hair!”

“A guy who just wants to sleep with you would not just gawk at you like that, that often,” Seungmin nodded in agreement, shoving a fistful of popcorn into his mouth. “Dude looked at you like his heart was melting. …Disgusting.”

“Aaaaah! Okay!” you squealed, doing a little dance where you stood. “Okay, now we can get stupid drunk!”

“Thank fuck,” Minho muttered, already making a beeline for the fridge.

“Time to celebrate _____ pulling a hot guy!” Seungmin cheered.

“Yeah, to hot guys!” Chan laughed.

“Cheers, bro,” Minho began passing out cans from the fridge before lifting up his own and popping the top, “I’ll drink to that.”

[lovemeafterhrs]

boys (that i dated in highschool) | k. akaashi

chapter 6: sex w my ex [ ! ]

fun fact: there’s nothing like sexual tension to make being friends even MORE awkward! this chap contains smut be warned but its not super graphic lmao

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akaashi’s mood had dropped considerably, and the noticable irritation in his mannerisms left her on the edge of her seat. alone in the car, the silence began to close in on the pair as the radio droned on in the background.

“so.. semi eita huh?” his tone had been more harsh than planned, and she turned to glare at him from the passenger seat.

“maybe, why are you so pissy about it?”

“i’m not pissy.” he huffed, and returned her glare when he heard her laugh radiate through the small car. “what?”

“nothing. you’re just a bad liar.” she shrugged, and it lit something in his eyes that she hadn’t seen in a long time.

“and you’re bad at holding down relationships, but we don’t talk about that.”

“what did you just say?” she snapped, fire suddenly pulsing through her veins as the tension began to rise.

there was a pause.

“you heard me.” he replied, eyes focused on the road as he pulled up outside her apartment.

“actually, i didn’t. please enlighten me with your worldly knowledge, akaashi.” the sarcasm dripped off her tongue as she leaned back against the door.

“you. are terrible. in relationships.” he enunciated with ease, egging her on further to match the quickly swelling anger that he’d been stewing in for the last hour.

“who said i wanted to date him in the first place?”

“so you just fuck half of our team’s rivals for fun?”

“we’re not in highschool, keiji. grow up.”

“oh, now i need to grow up? when did you get so mature?” he sneered, and she rolled her eyes at him for the third time that night.

“you’re acting like a fucking child.”

“then get out of the car.” he snapped, anger surging through every pore as he got in her face.

“gladly.” she smiled, moving closer to add a sharp “i don’t know why i even tried to make it work. like you said, it’ll never happen.” as she moved to open the passenger door.

in that moment, there was no one she despised more than akaashi keiji. she hated his deep, gravely voice throwing insults at her, and she hated that desire was starting to muddle her thoughts as his dark eyes stared straight into her soul.

he grabbed onto her free hand, pulling her back into his proximity to deliver the final blow. “god, i fucking hate you.”

weirdly enough, that statement had the opposite effect as she pulled him into a feverish, lust driven kiss that left him breathless and fighting a losing battle.

“sometimes i really wish you’d stop talking.”

“make me, princess.”

he was quickly silenced as she moved to sit between his legs and locked her lips with his. the line between anger and lust was quickly blurred as he tangled his hands in her long locks to bring her closer.

a growl left his mouth as she nipped at his lower lip, and he pressed his hips into hers as he tried to grasp onto any form of dominance.

the light gasp that escaped her when he moved to her neck was enough to appease him, and he sucked bruises into her neck as she tried to find any form of friction.

both of his large hands had taken up residence on the curve of her ass, pulling her chest up to press against his as their lips clashed again.

she moaned against akaashi’s lips as his hips ground against hers, and her skin burned against his as he slid her shirt down her shoulders.

all too quickly, clothing was discarded and the windows began to fog as the car was filled with quiet moans and skin slapping repeatedly as the struggle for power continued.

a delicate hand wrapped lightly around his throat, and she smirked into the kiss as his hips snapped to meet hers once again.

as much as he hated it, she held all the control that was usually reserved for him. he was used to hearing her beg, but this was different. even when he thought he was winning, she knew the truth. he was growing desperate, his thrusts harsh and feverous as he relished in the moans that filled his ears.

“fuck.” he groaned, his fingers bruising her thighs as his name ripped through her throat. she dug her nails into his shoulders, leaving scratches all over his back as she tried to manage his relentless pace.

it was becoming far too much to handle; her peak was so close, but just enough out of reach to leave her legs shaking as she bounced against him.

as if on instinct, he held her hips still as he pounded into her at a sickeningly sweet pace. quickly gaining confidence, he smirked against her neck as she keened under his touch.

she was a mess, coming undone under the pressure of his lips on her neck as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. akaashi wasn’t far behind; low moans vibrating through her ears as climax ripped through them.

they sat there for a few moments, wrapped up in each other in the cramped car seat before they realized what they’d done.

‘jesus.. bokuto can never find out about this.’

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next stop iwa-chan!

“i’m sayin that i love you everyday and i know that you love me, baby admit it”

CHAPTER CONTINUES UNDER THE CUT

“hey you.”

“so, this is our apartment for now huh?”

iwaizumi smiled gently and brought a hand up to cup the girls cheek, his calloused hands delicately ghosting over her warm skin.

iwaizumi smiled gently and brought a hand up to cup the girls cheek, his calloused hands delicately ghosting over her warm skin.

iwaizumi smiled gently and brought a hand up to cup the girls cheek, his calloused hands delicately ghosting over her warm skin.

“mhm, what’s mine is yours for however long it is you’re staying with me.”

stroking his thumb over her cheekbones, iwaizumi brought his face down to meet y/n who found herself admiring his facial features. a soft kiss was met to her as she leant into him allowing him to deepen it to which he happily obliged to.

y/n allowed her hands to wander as she wove her fingers through iwaizumi’s short tufts of dark hair as he grunted in satisfaction letting his other hand to drop to the girls lower back drawing small circles.

both pulled away to catch their breaths as y/n rested her head into iwaizumi’s toned chest, a soft smile gracing her face as a light blush dusted over both of their faces.

“missed me on the drive back that much?” the girl teased feeling the vibrations from iwaizumi’s chest from a small hum in amusement.

“maybe a little.” he admitted, fingers gently playing the ends of y/n’s hair as he looked over at her suitcase. “let’s get that into the bedroom then, we’ll unpack and then leave whatever you don’t need in oikawa’s room.” he pulled away from the girl to grab her hand to guide to her over to her belongings.

y/n raised an eyebrow as iwaizumi easily dragged the heavy case over the heated flooring of the apartment towards his bedroom.

“unpack? are you sure? i can just leave my stuff in my suitcase and grab it when i need it, you don’t have to actually unpack it all properly!”

iwaizumi let out a small laugh before smirking at her.

“baby, i said this is our apartment, meaning that my room is our room, so why would we only leave you half moved in?”

y/n flushed in embarrassment at the mans words before huffing and opening the bedroom door for him. “fine, only because you’re okay with it though.”

“why wouldn’t i be okay with my girlfriend moving into my room?”

y/n stopped in her tracks as she tried to process what has just left iwaizumi’s mouth. girlfriend? did she hear that correctly.

“-i, did you just say g-girlfriend?” y/n sputtered in shock as iwaizumi crossed his arms over his chest looking down at the girl with a serious expression.

“i believe i did.” he sighed and grabbed the girls hand to guide her down to sit on the edge of the king size bed, holding both of her hands in his bigger ones while looking up into her soft and endearing eyes.

“y/n, let me be honest, my friends have been bugging me for over a month to make you my girlfriend, you’ve been so patient with me and honestly i don’t know how, i was going to wait to see how living together goes but i already know how things are going to go and i want us to be offical while living together,” taking a breath, iwaizumi searched for any signs of discomfort in y/n’s reaction before continuing.

“i know i always call you wifey, but i really want you to feel like it, i had a plan to ask you to be my girlfriend by the end of the week but we’ve always said and done what’s natural right? we stopped holding back a while ago and let things play out as they came and well, seeing you suggest keeping your stuff in your suitcase rather than unpacking it all properly struck something in me. it’s silly but, i want you to feel like this is your home, that i’m your home.”

y/n blinked, processing the confession the man she’d fallen for had just professed out loud to her. he squeezed her hands lightly before getting the last few words he needed to out.

“i know you haven’t even stayed over one night yet but i really, really had the urge to just ask you. i’m sorry it’s nothing big, i had something planned but we always said to take and do things naturally and i’d be lying to myself if i were to say i didn’t think what i’m doing right now is out of instinct. i’m in love with you and i’ve never wanted something so badly with someone so, y/n l/n, will you please be my girlfriend?”

y/n couldn’t even stop the wide smile that had been threatening to break out at any point. she looked up into his anxious eyes only hers gleamed with pure happiness and excitement. lacing her fingers into his, y/n sighed and shook her head slightly still smiling.

“fuck haijime, you really know how to use your words to break someone down. of course i’ll be your girlfriend... i’ve only been waiting like a month for you to ask.” y/n teased slightly at the end earning a huff from her new boyfriend.

“so... i guess we’re official now then.” he mumbled, a soft expression painted across his face as y/n nodded.

“i guess we are... which means i can do this without feeling so nervous.”

y/n moved her head up catching iwaizumi off guard, pressing her lips firmly onto his own, hands snaking around his neck as his moved to her back and the other weaving its way into y/n’s hair, guiding her head closer to his as y/n gasped letting iwaizumi assert dominance once again.

the raw love the pair felt for each other was felt through the physical contact and the flood of emotions the two had built up came crashing down as previous anxieties over past relationships, other people and foreign emotions were washed away, replaced with the feelings of security, bliss and a sense of home. iwaizumi was home.

the feeling of love shattered single-handedly and so recklessly causing the understanding of what it felt to be in love to be destroyed in his mind. the feeling foreign and forgotten.

y/n had taken on the challenge unintentionally and she did a damn good job picking up the pieces and building the once scarce and broken memory, back into the wonderful memory iwaizumi had once known to be in love. so delicately but so forcibly all at once, y/n l/n had taught iwaizumi what it was like to be in love once again. the feeling reuniting with the other emotions he was familiar with, iwaizumi had been brought back home by y/n.

breaking away, iwaizumi felt a thin layer of tears stream down his cheeks as he looked down at the girl who had taken his own world by storm and so easily allowed herself in. as clichè as it sounds, y/n was something else and in his mind he knew he was right about it. she had changed his life in a way he didn’t think would be possible again and for that, iwaizumi knew that y/n was the girl he wanted to grow with. he wanted nothing more than to grow and learn with her and he wanted that with a label that he had been so scared of before after it was ripped to shreds before his eyes.

y/n had changed the meaning of love and that was something he refused to ignore. ‘girlfriend and boyfriend’ were titles that used to throw his guard up but now, he knew he was going to be okay using them because he had the girl he loved to share them with.

calling y/n his official girlfriend was a big deal to him and both himself and y/n knew this, he also knew she wouldn’t take advantage of that and rush him. he trusted her and was thankful for everything she’d done for him. she was everything he never knew he needed and wanted to fix him and it was her who brought out the best version of him.

“haijime, shh don’t cry!” y/n looked up wiping his cheeks softly as he let out a laugh.

“i promise, i’ll be your home too, but thank you for bringing me back to mine.”

next stop iwa-chan!

iwaizumi haijime x reader

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04 ; MALE STRIPPER

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Forelsket | 11 - Sir Asshole

Tsukishima Kei x f!Reader

Note: Although Tsukishima’s height made it easier to jump blocks, (Y/n) felt more at ease receiving, resulting in the growing shock (and suspicion) from her (his) teammates. On the other hand, the Nekoma boys were in delightful shock to have their temporary manager join in on practice, ignorant of the true reason being that Kuroo could spend time teaching Tsukishima more blocks - although with much difficulty given the height of his current body. (Which Kuroo has taken full advantage of in order to constantly tease the first year).

A/n: The dialogue might be slightly rushed and I apologize, I wanted to put something out as soon as I could because I know I posted about totally crushing the exam that had been stressing me out for months and yet still continued to be on hiatus. I kind of stopped writing mainly because I didn’t have inspiration and didn’t know what direction I wanted to take this or any of my wip’s. I also started school already, but it’s only filler since I’m applying for the nursing program soon for summer semester! 

Anyhoo~ I reached 400 followers <3 thank you so much for that, and also thank you for always supporting me and returning to Forelsket despite that long hiatus lmao. *sorry for the long a/n

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