#but now I feel high from the laughter so I need to share this cursed delusion with whoever will listen to me

[coinsweepermaster]

Ok, so I have a lot of things to say about tonight's episode, but for the sake of brevity, I'll just point out the most insane thing about this:

Okay, so. Buck wants Tommy to move in, right? Tells him that they can have a life together. But then Tommy does the equivalent of saying "I don't love you" (which doesn't mean that he doesn't care about Buck (saying this because I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea; I like both BuckTommy and Buddie)) and LEAVES. ALIVE. And where is he going? Well, idk that night, but his job is to fly a helicopter. In the sky. A place where you usually look when your referencing a certain place that starts with a H. But since he won't actually be in that place, you might say he's in the mediocre version of it. And when he leaves, he says "Buck" which has big implications considering he's only called him Evan in the past.

Add this with the fact that the word "joy" was said right after this happened, and that Buck doesn't say a single word while in Eddie's house...

Not to mention that a certain character in a prominent ship that has floated around for years said in this episode that he was straight (which some people have started debating whether or not that's true) and the episode came 2 days after election day...

And the last scene in the episode! If that's not a meme format...

They've done it folks. They made the converse of Despair. W. T. F.

[vnti-vnxiety-recs]

LEARNING CURVES (M)

★  PAIRING: 00 line x Reader (ft.Mark)

☆ WORD COUNT: 23k

★ GENRE(S): Pure Smut

☆ SUMMARY: After a negative sexual encounter in high school, fear and reluctance hold you back from exploring new experiences. However, a friend offers advice that shifts your perspective, suggesting that perhaps all you need is some practice to improve and feel more confident in trying new things outside of your comfort zone. You would need a lot of practice.

★ ☆ WARNINGS: Multiple sexual acts, unprotected sex, orgy, cursing, choking. Literally just sex.☆★ NOTES: I had some fun writing this, shout out to my friend for literally living this life. You made dreams come true.

You loved being able to catch up with your friends; it was rare you got to see them nowadays with your conflicting schedules and new adult responsibilities. By now, you were all grown up, having traded in your sibling-shared rooms for an open loft and independence. You lived alone, and while at times it can feel lonely, you really enjoyed the time to yourself. Spending time alone would allow you to learn more about yourself.

Today, after debriefing with your friends about their sex lives, you discovered that yours is about as dry as the Nevada desert. 

Your friends occupy the living room space of your new loft. You had been in your new home for about a month when they decided to come over for a housewarming party. With Jisung's tall, lean frame stretched out on the couch, everyone else had to make room on the floor. Being a lightweight. He ended up knocking out before anyone else. Your friends Chenle, Yang Yang, Yuna, and Mia surround you on the floor. Your not sure how the conversation got started, but everyone was recounting embarrassing sexcapades from the past. 

“And then he fell asleep on top of me after finishing. He was practically crushing me; I thought I was gonna die,” Yuna laughs hysterically at the memory. 

The idea of your friend experiencing that makes you shudder. Your other friends laugh along easily. The empty alcohol bottles that decorate your carpet and countertops can only indicate one thing: everyone was off their ass drunk. There was easy conversation, unceasing laughter, and smiles so big they hurt your cheeks. 

The stories continue on, and you’re enjoying the time you get to spend together. Yanyang tells you about some girl he went home with after class one day and how she could only get off if he was wearing a cat headband. 

“So you pretended to be her kitten the whole time?” Mia asked with a laugh. You could tell she was getting a kick from the mental image of Yangyang purring like a kitten.

“It was hot, actually!” He protests.

"Well, I thought this story was supposed to be embarrassing? You’re in to petplay, big whoop?” You chime in.

"Well, it only got weird when she started calling me Mr. Whiskers,” he groans out of anguish at the memory.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but you were practically weeping at this point. “MR.WHISKERS??”

“There's no way! Tell me you left!” Chenle adds,

“I had to see it through” Yang Yang shakes his head before shrugging. “What about you, miss lonely? Any stories? Don't think we haven't noticed how quiet you are” Yang Yang targets you.

You feel a chill down your spine, like a bucket of ice water was just dumped over you. Although they were more of the second-hand variety, your friends did have some embarrassing stories. They weren't the ones that embarrassed themselves, and that intimidated you a little from telling your own story. Yours had been so embarrassing that you refused to try anything sexual since then. You felt like they wouldn't understand.

"Well, I haven’t really done much.” You say. You wanted to avoid the conversation.

“Oh come on, what about Doyoung? You two didn’t do anything?” Yuna asks.

“No, Well, not really” You could feel your cheeks heating in embarrassment. This was why you didnt want to talk about it. Your lack of sexual experience was probably the reason he broke up with you.

“I've only ever given head, and it was really bad,” you finally admit.

"Well, come on. It was your first time; you can’t beat yourself up about it,” Yuna encourages.

It was back in high school; you had been dating Doyoung for a few months, and you were both ready to take the next step in the relationship. You were too afraid to go too far, so you offered to just give him head. 

You should have known better than to try to sneak away at school, but you were young and foolish. Things took a turn for the worse after you and Doyoung slipped into a supply closet in between classes.

You were both really inexperienced and only knew sex from porn. You were overly cocky in your abilities, and so was he. When you first put him in your mouth, you didn't mind your teeth at all. You used too much saliva, making everything too messy. He couldn't get hard at all, so it was hard to stroke it, and so you were just awkwardly flailing your wrist on his length. He wasn't that big, and you thought that maybe if you took him farther down your throat, he would feel better. Big mistake. 

You swore it barely touched the back of your throat, but you had just finished lunch like 30 minutes prior, and honestly, the unfamiliar taste of his precum was making your stomach turn a little. The next thing you know, your throwing up on his shoes.

“And then the janitor walked in, and he had to help clean up my throw up” You finish your story, hands cringing at your sides.

Your friends had listened intently through the whole story without interrupting once. You finally look up from your lap to scam their reactions.

Chenle was biting his lip, holding back a laugh for his dear life. Yuna was trying her hardest to look serious as she nodded her head in understanding, but you could see the tears in her eyes that threatened to fall from how hard she wanted to laugh. Yangyang and Mia were fully turned around; all you could see was their shoulders shaking.

“THIS IS SERIOUS!” you whine in aggravation. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. The previous silent laughter turned to full-blown cackling. They were so loud, it made Jisung stir on the sofa.

You pout and cross your arms, trying to shrink yourself away. Thinking back on it after all these years, it was funny now, but it had really taken a toll on your self-confidence. You couldn't even get Doyoung hard, and after he broke up with you, you found it hard to try again. You had dated a few other guys here and there, but the moment they tried to get more physical, you got cold feet. You were a virgin, but if you wanted to be technical, you lost your virginity to a fence in the 5th grade while trying to climb a fence. You had slipped and fallen hard on the fence. You didn't realize it at the time, but the blood in your underwear that day was caused by your hymen breaking, not a deep cut from the fence you couldn't find. 

Your friends finally calm down after they see you not laughing along. "Hey, we're sorry,” Mia apologizes “Does it still bother you?”

"Yes,” you say

"Jeez, its been years; you really haven’t had any better experience than that?” Chenle says

“You always know exactly what to say,” you say dryly. 

“What he meant to say was you were young and that was a long time ago; you shouldnt beat yourself up about it.” Mia glares at Chenle.

“I guess,” you shrug unimpressed 

"Well, practice makes perfect so your not gonna get better if you do nothing,” chenle says

This time, you shoot him a glare at his brutal honesty.

That's how you find yourself downloading Tinder. You had thought about it over the next few days. Your friends were all grown up and living their best lives, and you were still stuck on something that happened in your freshman year of high school. Years had passed, and you needed to move on. Maybe Lele was right? Maybe all you needed was to go out and keep falling until you could stand up on your own. Clearly, they had had their fair share of embarrassing stories, and it had helped them grow. You had a lot of growing to do if you were going to make up for the last few years.

You make your profile very simple. You add a few cute photos; nothing risky because you’re still afraid you might run into one of your friends on the app, and you would just die if they found your account. 

You add the description of “just looking for fun” and hope you can cast your net wide enough to catch someone promising.

You swipe for about half an hour until you get tired. You had a lot of planning to do. Chenle probably didn't mean it literally, but that's how you were going to take it. 

You knew nothing about being intimate or physical with someone, but you were quite bookish. Instead of love and companionship, you were drawn towards studies and literature.

If there was something you didn't know, you would just crack it open and study its insides. That is how you would approach this; you would treat it as an equation that, with a little bit of study, you could solve. 

Practice makes perfect...

Practicing math makes you a mathematician

Practicing science makes you a scientist

Practicing law makes you a lawyer

So technically speaking, if we follow the trend,  if we recognize the pattern...

Practicing sex makes you a sexist? 

Ok no, but you get the point. With practice, you should improve.

Your phone dings, and you smile at the message you got “What kind of fun are you looking for?”

Renjun was his name, and you had made plans to meet with him this weekend. In between classes and work, you made time to prepare yourself to meet Renjun. You had spoken to him briefly through text. You had told him that you were inexperienced and were only comfortable with giving head. He told you not to worry and that he was more than okay with that.  

First things first: you had to deal with your first bully if you wanted to move past your past and loosen its hold on you. The thing that made you insecure, the thing that kept you up at night, you had to overcome.

THE BLOWJOB

You had prepared for this day all week. You read article after article of different techniques to try. You had gone through a whole 18 pack of popsicles, and by the 10th one, you had finally managed not to gag when you reached the last color. You couldn't quite pat yourself on the back yet; you weren't sure if you were getting better or if you had just frozen your tonsils. Today, you would find out, though.

You nervously clutch your phone as you shoot him a text letting him know you were outside. He buzzes you in, and you make your way up to apartment 0323 on the third floor. When he opens the door, you can't help but return his smile. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but this cover was really pretty. 

Renjun just had a welcoming aura that made you feel comfortable. When you come inside, he asks if you want anything to drink, and he shows you where his bathroom is in case you need it, making you feel at home. After he does a short walk through, he leads you back to the living room, and you both sit on his couch.

“This is a really nice place,” you comment, awkwardly unsure of what to say “Do you have roommates?” His apartment was very large; you noticed it was on the nicer side of town, and you saw at least 4 bedrooms.

“Yeah, but I kicked them out tonight,” he says before eyeing you up and down “I want to take my time with you” 

Your skin instantly heated up at his bold words. The kind man who had smiled and welcomed you into his house might have been a fox.

“I've only ever done this once before, and I'm not really sure if I’ll be any good,” you say, unable to hold his eye contact. 

“Its ok baby; I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” he says softly “You wanna sit closer so I can see your pretty face?” He says it gently. 

You scoot closer so that your thighs are touching. “There's my girl,” he says, and you can feel your heart rate pick up at the praise. He doesn’t look away from you once; his piercing stare makes you feel shy.

Your eyes are glued to your hands, folded politely in your lap, and when he reaches out to intertwine his with yours, you wonder if he can feel the way your hands tremble in his grasp.

“Are you scared? Why are you shaking baby?” he asks sweetly, using his other hand to caress your cheek soothingly. “Don’t be afraid, baby we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do” He strokes your face for a bit longer before lightly gripping your chin and pulling you to finally face him “Do you want to do this, baby? Let me hear your pretty voice”

His compliments twist at your heart again, and it feels like you’re under his spell. He spoke to you in a way that was sweet like honey; it made you want to comply with everything he asked of you. 

He smiles at the dopey look on your face when he calls you pretty “You like it when I talk to you like that? Hmm pretty?” Still not brave enough to take a full sip from you without your permission, he pecks the corner of your mouth. "You have to answer me, or we can't have fun." 

You nod lazily, and you try to chase his lips when he pulls away. 

he pulls back "words," and his eyes look glazed over as he stares at your lips.

“Yes, I want this,” you whisper breathlessly 

He kisses you gently, barely allowing you to savor his taste, before he pulls away again. “Let's take it slow, ok? I got you; just follow my lead,” he says, inches away from your mouth. You nod impatiently and surge forward again, claiming his lips against yours. 

You were really eager; you didn't realize how touch-starved you were until tonight. You were pressed heavily against his side as you worked your lips over his. It was a very sloppy kiss, but you loved every second of it. His lips were so soft, you couldn't help but groan against them. 

You felt a rough hand against your sternum until it traced up towards your neck. His finger tips barely grazed the skin of your neck. He caressed you there for a moment before his grip turned firm, and he pushed you back just enough to get your attention. You whine in disappointment, and he kisses the pout on your lips.

“I said slow, baby I’m not going anywhere,” he says softly. He tries to keep things light so you don't become discouraged. “You taste so good; I want to savor it,” he soothes with praise.

He spoke in a way that made your stomach do backflips. You nod and take a deep breath. You wait patiently for him to lean in and allow him to take the lead. He kisses you slowly and sensually. You can fully understand what he meant earlier when he said he wanted to savor it. There was something about his slow, almost lazy kisses that had you gripping his thigh. He slips his tongue inside your mouth and strokes against yours. You gently suck on his tongue, matching his energy. When he pulls away, you have trouble catching your breath. 

“like that, ok? you try now” 

You lean in and kiss him, copying all the things he did to you before pulling away.

Your eyes were completely glazed over at this point. Your body was loose, all tension from before evaporating. His kisses were like liquor.

“Good baby,” he says.

You were ready for more, so you sank off the couch until you were situated between his legs. He doesn't say a word while you buckle his belt, holding your eye contact as you discard it to the side. He helps you by pulling his pants down his thighs before pulling himself out of his briefs. He stood in front of you completely hard, and your heart feels light. 

You did it! He was hard, and all you did was kiss. first obstacle overcome! You smile dopely at him, and he returns the look with a soft smile before caressing your cheek. 

“What are you so happy for, baby? Want it that bad?” He says this, stroking himself languidly.

With your new-found confidence, you shoo his hand away and grip the base.

step one… firm grip

step two… pump and suck

or was it suck then pump?

You tried to remember the articles you had read, but it was like your brain was short-circuiting.

“Relax, baby, don't think about it.” He pats the top of your head soothingly “Open your mouth,” he guides. You do as he says and wait for the next command, “stick your tongue out”

You stick out your tongue and slap the length lightly against your fat tongue before pulling it off and licking from the base to the tip again.

You lick at the underside of his tip before kissing it. “Is this ok?” you ask shakily. From the way his breath picks up slightly, you suppose your off to a good start.

"Baby, you are doing so good for me. "Just like I taught you, take it slow," he says, panting a little. 

You give him a nod, then glance back at his lovely pink tip. You suck on the tip experimentally, being extra cautious of your teeth. When you pulled up, you massaged the head with your tongue. You get comfortable, and soon your ready to take more. You slip down further on his length and stroke what you cannot fit in your mouth. His cock had a slight curve to it, and you were hesitant to go deeper. You didn't account for that with the straight popsicles you would suck. You stay within your comfort zone and work him as best you can. You start twisting your wrist at his base, and when you come up for air, you drag your hand up, chasing your mouth, to twist your wrist at his tip. This causes him to let out a moan.

“Just like that, baby, you’re doing so good” 

The praise goes to your head, and before you can second-guess yourself, you suck one of his balls gently into your mouth. the way his hips jerk up suddenly scares you. you think you did something wrong but he immediately encouraged you. 

“Keep your eyes on me, baby; im close” 

You kiss your way back up the shaft until you take it back into your mouth. you moan around his length and he shudders. 

“That's right, baby, almost there,” he says, his voice thick with arousal. You feel his hand at the back of your neck as it gently guides you up and down. “do you trust me?” he asks

You nod subtly, trying not to scrape him with your teeth. “Breathe in deep,” he tells you as he lifts you off his length.

You take a deep breath, and you know what is coming. You practiced for this. You were ready.

He guides you back down his length. Slowly sinking you down, forcing you to take more of him as he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes tear up immediately, and your hands move to grip at his thighs. Your nose is tucked into his abdomen as you deep-throat him. 

Yes! You were doing it! This wasnt so-

You cough violently after a few seconds of having him down your throat, and he pulls you up immediately. You catch your breath, trying to contain your harsh coughing fit. Renjun is stroking himself in front of you, and you open your mouth again, letting him stroke over your tongue. 

Without warning, he finishes all over your lips and face. You lick at your lips, tasting the mess. It tasted salty and bitter

It was a long day; you didn't have any courses today, but you'd just finished a lengthy shift and wanted to relax. Soft music fills your home while you give yourself the princess treatment. You really needed to relax, so you lit a few candles. 

When you get home, you take a hot bath. You had filled the tub with bubbles, which reached your neck as you sank down into it. 

Only when there was a knock did you realize there was a body in the doorway. You nearly leap out of your skin, only to discover it was Chenle. 

“What are you doing in my house” you heave in a breath, trying to calm your heart.

With a playful hop onto your countertop, he mocks you, "Spare key." You feel at ease in his company despite being nude; Chenle was more like a brother to you. The bubbles were pretty dense, so you doubted he could see anything. “Had to do a welfare check; you werent texting back in the groupchat”

“I've been busy,” you say hesitantly. You hadnt told your friends about your escapades. You were too nervous, and you definitely knew they wouldn't like the idea of you meeting up with strangers in the middle of the night.

“Your hiding something,” he said, narrowing his eyes at you

"Well, I am in the middle of taking a bath,” you joke.

“Not what I mean,” he says, rolling his eyes “what have you been up to, you sneak”

You gave a deep, heavy sigh. Lele was the kind of person who would dig until he found the truth, so it was best to just tell him. You spare the two of you the hassle.

“I took your advice.”

“My advice?”

“Yeah, on practicing... you said I should practice if I wanted to get better.”

“I was wondering why you had three twelve packs of bombpops in your freezer” Lele tilted his head with a nod.

“So I did, and... I hooked up with someone” You sink further into the tub until only your eyes are visible above the bubbles.

“Tell me everything; I want every detail.” A Cheshire grin spreads across his face as he smiles at you, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Honestly, you have been dying to talk to someone about this. You tell him how you met Renjun through Tinder, how sweet he was, and how comfortable he made you. Chenle is leaning forward, nodding along with everything you say, fully immersed in your story. It wasn't until you finished that he let out a shocked chuckle.

"Wow, baby bird has finally left the nest,” he jokes, “so whats next? You're going to keep seeing this guy?”

You liked Renjun, but you weren't ready for a relationship just yet, especially after only swallowing his dick. You aren't done with your expirations yet. You still had to find your other test subjects. You reasoned that including a variable would help you assess how much you were progressing and if you were truly improving. Renjun was nice, but it was almost time for someone new.

“Maybe. I dont know. Im not really ready for a relationship”

“Are you just looking for something fun?”

Precisely

Although he told you a thousand times that you did an amazing job, you still weren't satisfied. You could hardly take him down your throat. You would need more practice if you were going to be able to take on something bigger one day. 

You had been training your gag reflex lately; this would decide if you were ready to move on to the next stage. You had looked up somewhere that practicing on a banana might get you used to the natural curve of a penis, but when it broke off into your throat and you almost choked on it, you decided to play it safe and stick to your ice pops. At least those would melt before you choked and died. You could stand proud the next time you see Renjun. 

He buzzed you up like last time, and your steps were a little lighter as you bound up his stairs for the second time.

“Hey pretty, are you ready for another lesson?”

This time, as he brings you in, he takes you directly to his bedroom. You get a little nervous; you weren't ready for that yet.  He notices your tense shoulder and laughs softly. “Calm down; we’re not doing anything like that. I just wanted you to be comfortable,” he explains

You relax and follow him as he crawls into his bed. His room was very... Renjun, or at least what you thought Renjun to be like. Ambient mood lighting casts a gentle golden glow throughout his space. He was very clean and ordered, and his room had an overall calm and cozy vibe to it. 

He got comfortable against his headboard, and as you positioned yourself in between his legs on your stomach. His bed sheets smelled like fresh laundry, and it was like you were lying on a cloud. You prop yourself up on your elbows and begin working. You are grateful that things with Renjun were strictly business. You hated small talk, and this dynamic would make things less awkward in the long run. You reach forward and are about to pull him out of his shorts when he stops your wrists short. 

“You gotta work me up, baby, not yet,” he explains. 

Slow, steady, and sensual. That's how Renjun liked to move. You were getting better at understanding him. He liked it slow, and he liked it when you teased him.

You trailed your hand up and down his thighs; he was only in some sleep shorts, so you teasingly trailed your hand under the fabric and stroked high on his skin. You pushed up the other leg of his shorts as you laid hot kisses against the skin there. You kissed up his thigh and over his bulge that was starting to strain against his shorts. He was bare under, and just the thought alone had your mouth watering. You had to remind yourself to take it slow.

You trail your hand even higher under the fabric of his shorts until you softly grip his length. You kiss him through the fabric as you softly stroke his hard cock. It was right in front of you, and he was refusing you. You had to squeeze your thighs together as you pictured the way you would finally get to shove his cock down your throat. Your grip tightens at the thought, and his soft moans that now flow from his lips tell you that he's ready for more.

You finally slip him out of his shorts and take him into your mouth. You rest the tip against your tongue as you lazily lick him up. You hold his eye contact as you take more and more of him into your mouth. You hum around him in pleasure as his face twists in pleasure. 

"Fuck, mmm so pretty. so fucking pretty with your mouth full,” he moans "I could watch you all day, just like that baby, just like that”

You could feel that familiar sense clouding your head; you were sinking again. Your thoughts traveled to that special place, and his words alone made you feel drunk. 

Fuck going slow; you needed him down your throat. You pull up to take a deep breath in through your nose and sink down on him again. You take all of him and settle at his base. You look up at him from your position, and you can see his mouth drop open in a silent moan.

He heaves a breath and grips the sheets as you slurp loudly on your way up. You work at his base with a tight fist before sinking back down again. You repeat the motion a few times before you feel his hands collecting your hair up into a ponytail. He uses the makeshift ponytail as a handle to guide you up and down his length. The next time you come down, he holds you still for a few seconds, and you can feel his hips shyly cant up, fucking your throat. You cough hard and smack at his thigh for air. He draws you up, and your wet, tearful eyes meet his. However, a fox returned the stare. The fox he had hidden beneath his sheep's skin was finally showing his teeth. 

“Back down, baby, we're going to make you learn tonight,” he says “Open your mouth”

You obey, and he grips your jaw with one hand while the other brushes his length on your lips before lowering you flush against his pelvis. “Come on, take it. Its all yours pretty,” he grunts, fucking your face until he feels your throat tighten again and he pulls you up. “Breathe, come on, baby we got to get that throat fucked out”

And your down again. He pulls you up and holds your head in place as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth and over your tongue. “Hands off, I got you," was another command.

You snake one of your hands down your front as he uses your throat for his own pleasure. He was so deep down your throat that you never wanted him to pull out. You circle your clit a few times as you get lost in your own pleasure.

“Almost there, look at me,” he cries as his hips begin to stutter so close to release. He brings you down again, and his thighs shake. He was about to pull you up, no doubt to finish on your face, but you refused to pull off. You force him to cum deep down your throat.

You pull off swallowing quickly before you start coughing again. You help him ride it out with a few weak pumps of his cock. You watch him catch his breath as he looks at you with nothing but disbelief in his eyes. 

“How was that? Was that okay? Was I going to fast-”

He sits up and pushes you back onto the bed. He kisses you deeply and moans at the lingering taste of himself on your tongue.

“How about I show you?” He kisses down your body over your clothes until hes settled between your legs. “Let me show you how that felt, please. Let me make you feel good,” he begs

The look he gives you makes you ruin your panties all over again. You had never had anyone touch you like that before but you trusted him.

“Show me”

You conquered the blowjob and then the blowjob conquered you. After passing out in his room, you snuck out the next morning before his roommates woke up. You didn't plan on seeing him again after this and that left you feeling a bit down. There was no time to dwell on it, though. It made you wonder if Renjun was correct in saying you were moving too fast, since after two positive experiences, you were already thinking about exploring further.

Who would be your next target?

RIDING

Renjun was right. Renjun was 100% right. You needed to slow down. 

You wanted to move things along; you were eager to learn more about your own body, so you opted to start small. Well, as little as a 7-inch dildo could be. Although you had never used a toy like this before, you were no stranger to an orgasm. You definitely made yourself come before but you used some shoddy vibrator you got when you were 18 from the back of some edgey store in the mall that had a small adult section. 

You had ordered this toy offline and didn't think it would be as big as it was until you got it in the mail. It wasn't super grithy but the stretch still scared you. Maybe you should have listened to the online forums and started small with 4 inches but at the time, 4 inches didn't sound like a lot. That was less than a five-dollar footlong at subway and you were always still hungry after eating one of those. No matter how much lube you used, no matter how aroused you were, you couldn't take it. You will have to try again later.

You had effectively scared yourself back into a corner. You decided to take a break from your “studies” and focus on school and work. Maybe you just weren't ready to leave your comfort zone yet.

Your life returns to normal for a bit; you work, come home, then sleep. You wake up early for class, go to work, then come home and sleep. You wake up early for class, go out with your friends, come home, and then sleep. It was a constant rinse and repeat of the same things. You had hobbies but none of them were as interesting as the one thing plaguing your mind recently. 

You needed dick, bad.

Against your better judgement, you eventually hit Renjun up again and you guys meet up a few more times. He'd come over to your house the last few times because he complained about not being able to get his roommates out of the house. You loved pleasing Renjun and he loved pleasing you but his tongue and fingers weren't enough for your greedy pussy anymore. You needed more.

You lay in bed one night after Renjun left, having finished another session with you and even though he had made you cum your pussy was still throbbing for more. You knew if you had asked, he would have given it to you, but you wanted to investigate on your own and conduct your own research before diving headfirst into something like that. 

You reach down into your soaked panties and rub at your clit lazily. You squeeze your legs together as your pussy clamps down around nothing. You try to mimic the way Renjun had his fingers shoved knuckles deep in you earlier; you trace at your slit and work in a finger curling it the same way he did. It wasn't enough. You add another one and work yourself up, pumping your fingers pathetically inside and grinding the palm of your hand against your clit. It still wasn't enough, and even adding a third finger still didn't satisfy you. You needed something bigger. You shudder at the thought but pull your fingers out of your dripping cunt. You reach under your bed for your box and set it on your bed before pulling out your new toy. 

“Take it slow; just like I taught you,” you repeat his words to yourself.

You line the toy up to your entrance and coat it in your juices. Your about to push it inside when you decide to play it safe and add more lube. Now that the toy is fully coated, you can get comfortable on your back and ease it inside. Your a lot more relaxed this time than when you first tried. Renjun had already made you cum earlier, and you thank him for his services. You slid the tip in and took more and more until it was at least 2/3 inside. You didn't particularly like the rubbery feel of the dildo; you bet Renjun would feel better nuzzled deep inside you. You imagine him inside of you and its like your body opens up and your able to take the rest. 

You kick your legs open further, spreading them wider. You don't move for a few seconds, getting used to something being this deep inside of you. You found it hard to pull the toy out, your insatiable core clamping down tight onto it. Your able to find a small, shallow rhythm, barely able to pull it out, your back arching as you fuck yourself. You wriggle as you shove the toy in farther—suddenly, seven inches was not enough. Deeper, that is what you wanted. You would need to find something bigger. You grow close but you can't quite take yourself over the edge. You reached down with your free hand and rubbed at your clit. Your essence coats the toy as you topple over and spill all over it. Your bones are tired and you pray that you can wake up on time in the morning. You drag yourself to the bathroom, clean yourself up, and know that when you finally crawl into bed, you will sleep through all of your alarms.

You spend the following few days getting to know your body. You eventually part with your old toy and get a new vibrator—you choose a wand. Toys are expensive; you had no idea till you went shopping for them. There were a ton of beautiful ones. You ordered a gorgeous pink glass one, for which you were really excited. 

The sensation of having something tucked away deep inside you had grown on you, but you still craved more. You could never get over the fact that you were fucking a toy, no matter how lifelike it seemed. You were getting off to plastic when you had already had the real thing at your fingertips once. You were ready for more.

Swiping. You swiped all day long, but no one genuinely intriguing drew your attention. You came to the realization that Renjun was a true blessing. Just as you were about to give up, a promising-looking message appeared on your phone. 

The most gorgeous lips you had ever seen were the first thing you noticed. You knew right away that you needed them all over your body; they looked so soft. Although his profile picture was basic, it did not matter because his face was the main attraction. He had very dear-like features and you noticed the moles that dotted his tan skin. Haechan was definitely someone you wanted to get to know.

“I think theres something wrong with my phone”

“???”

“Your number’s not in it”

"Cornball, your getting blocked.”

“Give me a chance!”

His face demanded that you at least give him a chance to speak, and you did. After talking to him for a minute longer, he was charming. You noticed his quick wit and that immediately drew you to him. He was different from Renjun. He was cocky but not in an arrogant way. He had confidence and thats exactly what you needed. You needed someone to talk you through it and teach you how they liked it and haechan seemed like the guy. You give him the same speech you gave Renjun, about you being inexperienced and looking for someone to learn from. Someone to study. You tell him what you want to improve on, and he texts back shortly after

“I’ll have you riding like a pro in no time, trust me”

You trusted him.

He was late and you were growing impatient. You were waiting patiently in your living room for a text from haechan. He was supposed to be coming over tonight; normally, you prefer going to them because you really dont like letting strangers know where you live but it turns out he went to the same university as you so that made you feel a tad bit better. You had dressed in something simple but effective: your favorite lace camI and matching silk shorts. You even took the time to prep yourself before he got there. On the bright side, if he didn't show up, you could finally try out the pink glass dildo that came in the mail a few days ago. A knock at the door shakes you from your thoughts. 

Although you were just complaining, now that he's here, you start to get a bit nervous. This was the first time you would be having penetrative sex with anyone. You shuffle over to the door in your house shoes and look through your peep hole. Messy black hair was peeking out from under a hoodie as the figure in front of your door scrolled through their phone. You tentatively open your door, not taking the chain off until you can clearly see his face. He looks up at the sound of the door opening and sends you a grin.

“I don’t bite”

“Thats exactly what someone who bites would say”

“Then you would be right”

You shut the door and take the chain off the hook before opening it fully again and letting him in.

He eyes you up and down, drinking in your figure. You do the same and under the light of your living room, you see him in all his glory. You send a quick prayer up to the tinder gods for blessing you again. He was dressed in grey sweats with a black hoodie pulled over his head but boy was he handsome. You take a daring step forward and push the hoodie off his head before wrapping your arms around his neck. Long black bangs fall into his eyes and the way he pears down at you through them has your legs feeling weak already.

“You gonna be mine for tonight?” he asks sultry 

“Just for tonight?” he licks his lips at that.

“Your right, gotta teach you how to fuck me.”

“That could take a while,” you tease.

“Use me for how ever long you need, I’m all yours,” he says 

You pull him down, claiming his lips with yours. You pull his hoodie up and he pulls it the rest of the way off before his hands are creeping up your sides.

In all the ways Renjun poured over you, slow and thick, engulfing you whole like honey, Haechan was brisk and jagged, pulling you every which way rapidly like a river as he flowed through you.

You tried to use what Renjun taught you but that wasn't going to fly with Haechan. You had to learn to adapt to Haechan. He didn't like it slow; he liked to move at a quick pace. If you pull away, he is on you, chasing your lips for another taste. If you stumble back, he's gripping you tight and pulling you closer. Haechan had almost a desperate kind of love. 

You’re finally able to peel off of him and catch your breath and he wastes no time in moving down your body to your neck, kissing and leaving marks for you to find in the morning. His hands slide down your back and grip your ass. He kneads your plush ass before pulling you closer, your front flush to his. He had backed you up into a wall at this point and you suddenly felt him nudge his leg between yours.

"Are you ready for your first lesson?” He says that as he moves one hand back to your hip, he uses his grip to pull you over his thigh. He grinds you down into the muscle and you shudder at the feeling. ”Just like that baby, that's it.”

You follow his lead and weakly grind your hips into his thick thighs. You could feel everything between the thin fabric of your silk shorts, the fabric dampening at the front and the cold press of the cloth against your clit makes you shiver. 

“Like you mean it, come on,” he coos

You pout but grind down harder. You were looking for that praise that Renjun gave you so easily; Haechan was going to make you work for it. 

“There we go bear, just like that, thats my girl,” he says, helping you along until you whine for more. You needed more; you loved his thighs but you brought him here to learn how to ride a dick. 

"Ready for you to bite," you declare, rolling your hips with assurance. 

He tilts his head with a scoff, tongue in cheek. "Suddenly, you can handle it?”

You reach out and pull him to your lips again to shut him up. He continues to grind you down until a patch of your wetness forms against his thigh, until your hips tire and your legs shake. 

He can feel your movements grow weaker and he nudges your forehead with his when you drop your head. 

“Not so tough are we baby? Gotta work on that stamina,” he grins devishly. you send him a fleeting glare. Oh, he was going to work you out. “fix your face; you asked for this, you wanna learn; you better listen” 

You want to argue back but all you can do is slump against his thigh and throw your head back against the wall to catch your breath. Haechan pulls away from you and has to catch you before your legs give out from under you. He leads you over to your couch and sits down. legs spread wide, sitting you on his lap. You straddle his waist and your thighs cramp up.

You groan out and move off to spread your legs out over his thighs, sitting on the couch instead. He snickers at you but works the kink out of your thighs.

"Are you ready to listen now?” he asks and you nod shamfully. “It may look easy but it takes a lot of stamina to ride. You gotta pace yourself, baby.” 

You nod and let out a yawn. He had already tired you out and you hadn't even started. 

“Don't tap out on me yet; come on just a little more and I'll let you rest,” he urges you back on top of him after properly easing out the tension on your thighs. You reluctantly get back on top and relax into his hold. With a mischievous grin, he sits you squarely on top of his bulge.

“If you can hold out long enough to make me cum, next time I'll let you ride it,” he says, kissing your lips before leaning back against the couch, waiting for your next move. You whine and try to lean forward against his chest. You were tired and if you were going to do this, you needed a clutch but he could see right through you. 

“Nu-uh, sit up; you got this.” 

You send him a frown but you start to move your hips none the less. You find a rhythm and pace yourself like he instructed. His hands rest on your hips uselessly, making you do all the work. You brace one hand on his shoulder and the other on his knee as you roll your hips into his. He felt so good pressed up against your center. His eyes were hidden behind his bangs and the sight of him leaning up against the sofa, his head resting confidently on the back of the couch, while a lazy smile played at his lips was making you dizzy. You swivel your hips and his breath picks up. You think he's close with the way he grips your hips loosely now. He's biting his lip, urging you to ride faster and push past the pace you set for yourself. He bounces you in his lap shallowly as he fucks up into you. 

He has to be so close. He has to be because your thighs are starting to feel that familiar but unfamiliar burn as you lose your momentum again. 

“Don't stop, fuck,” he groans. 

He was close; you could see it in the way his back arched off the couch slightly, his breath hitched and his eyebrows pinched, but he didn't finish because you collapsed before he could.

Your breathing is heavy. your heaving chest from exhaustion against his heaving chest from exasperation. You had just unknowingly edged him. 

“I cant, please,” you cry.

He strokes your back soothingly “You did great today, baby. We have all the time in the world for you to get it right,” he reassures.

and you feel better because he was right

You didn't expect Haechan to take his job so seriously. He was committed to having you ride like a pro by the end of the month at the latest. He sent you exercises to help you build stamina and strength while on top. You did your own research as well and found some good stretches to try because you did not want to cramp up again. You did plenty of at-home exercises and you were feeling really good about your improvements. 

You didn't expect the large package that arrived at your door one evening. You surely don't remember ordering anything and when you pull it inside and open the box, your pleasantly surprised. Inside the box sat a teddy bear. The box could barely contain the bear and when you struggled to pull it out, you understood why. The bear was at least 5 feet tall when you laid it out. Deep inside the bottom of the box lies a single card.

For practice <3

       —sunny boy

You roll your eyes and dial “sunny boy.”  The phone rings and then a voice answers. “Did you get your present?”

“You cant be serious; this thing must have cost a fortune! I appreciate the enthusiasm but you really dont have to do this”

“Friends help friends”

“Do you not get pussy or something?” 

“Wierd way of saying thanks but your welcome. Besides, I promised you I’d have you riding in no time,” he says over the line, “FaceTime me; I need to judge your progress”

“Sure you do, pervert”

You send over the FaceTime request and soon you’re looking at the top half of Haechan's face in what you assume to be his bedroom? Aside from his forhead being lit by his phone's light, it was too dark for you to see anything.

“Let me see your pretty face,” you coo

He whines and shifts the camera down more. He was so pretty and you would never get tired of looking at his face. You wish he would stop hiding from you. 

“Enough talking, let's see what you got” Straight forward as always. Oh,  how you adore him.

"Ok, hold up” You put him in your pocket as you haul the giant teddy to your room and drag it up into your bed. You spend the next few minutes setting up your phone and getting the right angle. You were wearing boy shorts and a tank top, which was nearly identical to what you had on when you first met him. 

You suddenly feel shy under the gaze of the camera. You had the front camera facing you so you could still see haechans face and you mounted the teddy and you imagined it was him there under you. You hold his gaze through the lens as you grind down into the toy firmly. You roll your hips sharply and suck in a breath. He watches you intently; you see him rustling about on the screen; you could only imagine what he was doing.

You never thought you could be the dominant type, but when you rode, something clicked, and you loved it. You loved being in control. It felt good to be in charge every once in a while. It was all about you when you were riding.

Your hands travel up the teddy until they wrap around the bear's neck. You held it down in place as you rode it, taking it slow, saving your energy like he taught you. There was no rush when you rode; you controlled the pace. You could hear Haechans muffled moans through the phone and it made your ride a little rougher. Your eyes glaze over as you picture your hands around his pretty neck. You wonder if he would make those pretty noises for you or if he would hide them. Your hips don't stop for a second and you whine at the lack of heat against your skin. Nothing was more satisfying than feeling Haechan's warm body against yours and inhaling his scent. The thought alone had you sticking to your shorts. 

“Show me what your doing,” You dont know what overcame you; you could barely recognize the person who spoke those words, even though they came out of your mouth.

A delicious moan tumbles from his lips as he angles his camera down to show his hand working furiously over himself. He angles it so far down that his face is no longer visible, and you instantly miss the sight of his plump lips trapped between his teeth. “Let me see you, baby. All of you”

He tilts the camera back up and the dazed look he sends you has you clenching around nothing. The way his hips thrust into his palm pathetically has you curling over the stuffed animal as you fuck into it repeatedly. Haechan's head falls back as his mouth hangs open in heavy breaths. He finishes over himself with a shudder. You watch him, sitting up a little straighter and slowing down your hips as you catch your breath.

“How was that?” you ask with a smirk

“5 stars”

You were in a good mood, and nothing could stop the excited skip in your step as you walked. Even your friends took notice of your happy demeanor; they didn’t know what had gotten into you but they hoped it was dick. Well, Lele knew and honestly, you were surprised he hadn't gone mouthing off to the others. 

You are out running errands with Yuna when you get a call from him. You pick up the call in the middle of the grocery store, following behind Yuna and her buggy. 

“Are you ready to hear the best news of your life?” he starts when you answer

You put him on speaker, nudging Yuna to pay attention. She raises a brow, asking who it is without saying a word. "Lele,” you mouth.

“I'm scared,” you finally reply to him. You were in the pet supplies aisle and luckily no one was around. You never knew what could come out of this man's mouth.

“I got you a date with that cute cashier; turns out he's Jisung’s cousin!” 

Yuna sends you a shocked look. She grabs the phone from you excitedly “are you talking about the guy who checked us out last week at that thrift store?” she gushes

You and a couple of your friends went thrifting last week, and when it came time to pay, the cutest guy was there to cash you out. You remember looking at his name tag and remembering his name was Mark. Your friends swore he was checking you out, but you ignored them all. The poor guy was probably just trying to do his job, so you left without asking for his phone number.

“Yuna? Are you guys out right now? No invite, wow,” you hear him pouting on the other line

“You want to help Yuna put up twenty bags of groceries? Be my guest,” you complain. 

Yuna hated going shopping alone, and choosing who to drag out shopping with her next was like playing Russian roulette. 

“Dont change the subject!”

“What? but you did—”

“I gave mark your number and he said he was going to text you so be on the look out!”

You want to be happy. Mark was really cute and he looked so sweet but you still had a hard time connecting with people like that. Before you could answer, Yuna beat you too it.

“Dont worry, I'll be on the look out”

Chenle says something about being late and that he would call later for updates before ending the call. Just when you were giving him props, you should have known he was up to something.

"So, mark huh?” Yuna coos

“I dont know, Yuna, its been awhile since Ive been on a date; i’m really not looking for a relationship right now,” you groan. Your head was spinning with the news. You had a thousand things going through your mind. More stress was not what you needed. You definitely didn't have any time for anyone right now with your studies (not the academic kind) going on.

“Oh please, this iexactlyly what you need! Who said anything about a relationship? Why not just have some fun?”

Funny, it was like those words that started all of this.

You and Mark have been texting on and off for a few days now. He was one of the most down-to-earth people you had ever met, and you had even visited him at work, feigning looking for some scrap fabric for a project for class. You guys had gone on that date that he promised and ever since then, you have grown close with Mark. You wanted to grow closer to him so close that his body was on top of yours. 

You weren't ready yet, though; you still had a few things you wanted to learn. You did end up going on a few more dates with him and one night after a few drinks, things got a little handsy. Nothing explicit happened and ultimately you told him you weren't looking for anything serious at the time. He took it surprisingly well and you two have been chill since. He has broached the topic of friends with benefits with you and you had told him you would be down but you haven't brought it up since. You need more time. When you finally have Mark, you want to give him everything and more. You need everything to be perfect.

You would not mess this up, not again.

Haechan was coming over and you were excited that you could finally take him for a test run. You would think you were training for a marathon rather than sex the way he was training you. Unlike last time, he got there perfectly on time. You had made sure to stretch before hand and when he walked through your door, you could barely get a “hi” in before he was picking you up and wrapping your legs around him.

“I've been waiting for you,” he mumbles, his lips pressed against yours. He kicks your door closed and pins you up against it. 

“Let me make it worth your while then,” you call back and wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. 

Haechan's kisses make you feel like you were drowning; he stole your breath like water replaces air in your lungs. It was like how waves rocked you peacefully in their embrace until you realized you needed to come up for air. You never wanted to come up for air.

Soon you were on your back, spread out in your bed with him on top of you. His hands were everywhere and he finally took pity on you and pulled away, letting fresh air fill your burning lungs. His kisses move to your neck as skilled hands undress you. You were getting lost in his touch and when you felt your mind slip into that place you sometimes went, that submissive headspace, you knew you had to snap out of it. Tonight was supposed to be your rodeo, not his. You were almost completely naked, save for your panties and he was still fully clothed. You raise yourself onto your elbows, watching him as he kisses you down your body. He kisses your navel before peeking up at you. You grab hold of his hair, pulling him back up to reconnect your lips. You use your lips to distract him before you push him down and flip your positions. 

You straddle his waist and brace yourself on his chest. You smile in victory but all Haechan does is adjust the pillow behind his head before resting his hands beneath it. That stubborn smirk—let's see how long it takes you to whip that grin off his face.

“Im ready when you are sweetheart” 

The first roll off your hips speaks for itself. Slow and firm. You wanted to make him feel it. You can feel him pressing heavily through the fabric of his sweats and you can feel yourself clenching at the thought of him filling you up later. You grind your clothed pussy against him, gripping his shirt in your fist as you work your hips over top of him. The smirk falters a bit as he huffs out a breathy sigh. He's good at taking what you give him; he just lies there and lets you use him, just like you used the stuffed animal he gave you. 

“How am I doing so far?”

“So good,” he says off-handedly, more focused on the way your hips move. You smiled; it was time to give him more.

You slid off of him and he groans at the loss of heat. You help him out of his clothes and he lies before you naked. Your eyes examine his body and you moan at the sight of him. His dick was almost as pretty as his face. You had enough waiting; you wanted him inside. You mount his hips again and line him up with your entrance, coating the tip in your slick. 

“Keep your hands right there; I don't need your help.” You instruct him to keep his hands gripped in the sheets. You wanted to show him you could ride it all by yourself. 

“Fuck me,” he moans impatiently, his hips pushing up slightly, trying to slip through your folds.

"Are you sure there are no other tips you want to give me?” you tease

“I'm trying to give you mine if you would sit down,” he groans.

You grab the base of his length and sink down on top of him. You were so wet, he slipped in easily. You were flush against him—hips against hips. You had to take a few moments to collect your thoughts. He felt so good inside of you. You had never felt so full before; no toy could ever match the feeling of having Haechan stuffed inside of you. You were going to use him until he broke. You steady yourself over his chest again and lift your hips slowly, savoring the drag of him against your walls. You look into his eyes and his brows furrow at the feeling. You drop back down on him harshly. Your thighs tingled in the pleasure but they didn't burn; the exercises had paid off. You set a brutal pace on top of him as you use him. You had practically forgotten he was even there for a second until his loud moans filled the room. You had grabbed a hold of his cheeks, pushing his face into the pillow. You felt an upkick at your hips and you looked down to see his hips thrusting up into yours. You caught his rhythm and matched his pace, giving him everything he gave you in return. You let up on him and gave him space to breathe. His hands are at your waist the next moment and he's gripping tight, helping you fuck onto him. 

“Don't stop, please. Let me do this; I need it,” he begs before his feet are planted on the bed and he's using all his force to pound into you from below. Your mouth drops open and you have to brace yourself on his chest again so you don't fall off. Your hands slip up a little farther and they encompass his neck beautifully. He lay under you, moans tumbling out of his mouth, his hair messy on his forehead, his tan skin damp with sweat and when your hands grip his neck, you think the image it creates against him should be a painting. 

Your eyes daze and your mind slips but this time you don't go to that place that makes you want to give everything up to your last breath. This place is different. This place makes you feel bold and makes you want to take and take until Haechan trembles. This place makes you feel powerful. 

“Fu-fuck baby, please,” he gasps, his eyes rolling to the back of his head breathlessly “Give it to me; fucking use me. Hurt me,” he whimpers the last part. You completely snapped. You don't know who you are; you don't know what this headspace is but it craves the tears that fall down Haechan's face pathetically. 

“Hold still,” you say, pushing at his knees and motioning for him to lay back down flat. You wanted complete control. Your grip tightens and your hips roll sharply over his. So deep, everything feels so much; you feel everything at once and you’re certain your soaking Haechan’s lap. Only now do your thighs burn but now the ache adds to the pleasure. Your so focused on your own pleasure that your grip loosens and as the air rushes back into Haechan's lungs, he feels a high like no other and his orgasm crashes into him. His thighs shake and he orgasms deep inside of you. After a few more harsh flicks of your hips, you cum hard, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You had previously discussed it because he would be the first person you would have inside of you. You had already been on birth control for some time and you had both been checked. You wanted to stay protected. Your not sure if he took your virginity or if you took his with how dazed he looked under you.  

"Look who couldn't handle it” you brag smugly.

“Of course, your amazing. I taught you.”

“So you like being used? You smile, lying down next to him to catch your breath “intersting”

“Don't push your luck; I'll still fuck you better. Make you forget your name.” you core clenches at the thought and you remind yourself to take him up on that eventually

You pack your things, signaling the end of your English lecture. You exit the class with a yawn, having almost fallen asleep during the last half of the class. your walking across campus when you hear a voice call your name. You see Mark a few yards behind you. It turns out Mark also attended your college but only part time so you rarely saw him on campus. You return his smile and you are about to walk over to him when you see another figure moving towards you. 

Renjun? you hadnt seen him in awhile; you had been keeping it casual with him. He goes here too?? Just when you think it can't get any worse, Haechan rounds a corner and spots you too. You had ghosted him after the last time you two hooked up. you did not want to confront him right now. 

There is absolutely no way you just ran into all your hoes at the same time. 

You turn around and flee the scene before anyone can approach you further. You’re speed-walking in the opposite direction now when you run into Chenle and Yuna. “Ask questions later for now, run!” you say, pulling them along.

You don't stop dragging them until you make it to your car. Safe and sound inside, you lock the door and catch your breath. “What the hell was that about you? You looked like you saw a ghost” Chenle tries to calm his breathing, adjusting his signiture shades back into place.

“Was it Mark? I thought I saw him over there. Did something happen between you two?” Yuna asks, letting the passenger seat fall back to lay down and settle her own breaths.

You wish there was something going on between you and Mark, but nothing has happened since the last time you saw him.

“No, not mark, it was something else…or someones else” 

“someones?” she questions

You hated keeping things from your friends; you hadn't meant to keep it from them for this long but you had gotten so caught up in everything that you barely had the time to catch them up to speed. You explain everything. From Renjun to Haechan and to the new guy you recently found, Jaemin. You had moved study subjects already and you felt a little bad for ghosting Haechan like you did after all the effort he put into teaching you but with Mark as your end goal, you were really impatient to get to him.

The car is silent for a few moments, mainly from Yuna’s shock, before she finally decides to speak up. “How in the world did you go from being scared of the thought of dick to getting more dick than me?” 

“That's what your worried about!” 

“If you don’t want them, give them to me”

“YUNA!”

“Joking! I’m joking”

You feel a weight lifted from your shoulders now that you were able to tell Yuna how your life has really been going and what you’ve really been doing. Honeslty, you were getting really sick of replying with “nothing” anytime anyone would ask.

“Wait, why aren't you surprised” Yuna asks Chenle suspiciously.

oh my—

“You did not tell him before me!” Yuna narrows her eyes at you.

“She definitely did,” Chenle smiles. 

“You traitor!” 

“You know how he is! He practically threatened my family,” you say in defense.

You had no tint on your windows so to any onlookers, it probably looked like you guys were having a really heated argument. Everyone was talking at once and fingers were being pointed. The three of you continue to bicker until you hear a knock at your window and the car goes silent as everyone turns to look out the window.

Mark is standing outside your car nervously. “Is everything okay?” His muffled voice barely carries into the car. You roll your window down with a forced smile. This was perfect.

“How can I help you, officer?” You joke.

“I’m sorry, you just ran off earlier and I just wanted to, like, make sure you were ok.” he says, scratching at his face nervously.

“We’ll let you two talk,” Yuna says with a fake smile. Her and Chenle exit the car but not before she sends you a glare that says this isn't over.

After they left, you offered Mark a seat in your car. “Im sorry, I didn't like... interrupt. Did I?” he says awkwardly.

“Oh no, your fine. I’m sorry for earlier; I just realized I had forgotten something in my car. I needed it for my next class” You lie.

“Okay, thats good to hear. I thought you were like avoiding me for a second,” he laughs. “Your really cool and I don’t want what I said about being friends with benefits to ruin our relationship. We dont have to do anything if it makes you uncomfortable ” 

“That's not it at all! I really like you, mark I've just been a little...busy lately. I like the idea of being friends with benefits. Just give me some more time. I can’t really explain now,” you say. 

Out of all the conversations you wanted to avoid, this was definitely the one you wanted to avoid the most. You had no idea how to navigate this conversation. You wanted Mark so badly that it was driving you crazy but you just needed time. You were so close to the finish line that you couldn’t give up now.

“That’s cool, I get it.” He gives you a nod of understanding and he gets ready to leave, moving to open the door with a quick bye, probably needing to get to his next class. You wanted to leave him with something. You had to do something to hold you both over so you didn’t stop the next words that came out of your mouth.

“Before you go, can I have a kiss?” you ask sweetly. Mark just smiles at you and shakes his head fondly before leaning in and sealing your lips with his. 

THE HANDJOB

It was probably a little too late in the game for you to be trying this but somehow your quick pecks turned into heavy petting. Now you had Mark’s dick in your hands. Mark was kissing hotly into your nouth as you stroked him slowly. You twist your hand at the base of his cock, focusing most of your attention there. After a few moments, you feel Mark’s hips shift and buck into your grasp. His hand joins yours and guides your hand higher.

“Don't tease. Please, I need you,” he breathes into your mouth.

When you sucked dick, your hand typically pumped the base. You would concentrate your attention on the areas that your mouth couldn’t reach. Without your mouth focused on the tip, you would have to make up for the lack of contact. You appreciate the information; every moment is a learning opportunity for you. Even now, you were able to gather data for your research.  

You follow his lead and stroke the length of his length, twisting your wrist when you get to his tip. Mark's head falls back and rests against the headrest of the car. You pray no one's eyes wander to your small sedan because, from the faces Mark was pulling, they would no doubt know what was going on. 

Mark's face scrunches up in pleasure and after a few more firm strokes over his cock, he cums. His seed pours messily over your fist. By the end of it, your arm was a little tired but it was definitely worth it.

He gives you a shy smile and apologizes. You reach over with your clean hand and get some napkins from your glove compartment. You assure him one last time that you definitely want to be more than just friends with him and that you will let him know when you’re ready. He left the car with a smile and your glad to have taken care of that because you were late to go meet Jaemin. There was still more you wanted to learn. There were more things you needed to experiment with.

SIZE 

You had actually met Jaemin at a cafe. He sat at the table in front of you, glasses pushed up on his nose as he typed away at his computer. His white hair made him stand out and gave him a soft, rabbit-like appearance but there was something about his face that made him look devastly charming and boyish but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. He quickly stops typing and you notice that he is staring back at you. He sends you a smile and you return it awkwardly. 

Fumbling the bag—I repeat, you are FUMBLING the bag.

You try your best to avoid his gaze again until you finish your own classwork and collect your things. Your leaving the cafe when you notice him in your peripheral vision, trying to get your attention. You thought he was going to tell you off for staring like some creep but he handed you his number instead. Fast forward; now you have a dick appointment.

After some talking and explaining, you give him your usual spiel. You were supposed to meet up with him today right after class but a few setbacks made you late. You finally arrive at the location he had specified, and you are immediately perplexed.

This was Renjun's apartment.

You walk up the familiar steps and hesitantly knock on the door. Your so used to Renjun opening the door that when Jaemin opens it, your slightly taken aback. What the hell was going on?

“Hey, come on in,” he says as you stand there stiff as a board. You shake yourself out of it and step through the door. 

“I'm sorry I was late. Something came up,” you apologize.

“Its fine, my roomates are going to be out for the night so we have the house to ourselves for awhile,” he smiles at you. Just looking at that dazzling smile makes you forget about your internal dilemma.

You would worry about that later; tonight it was just you and this handsome stranger you met.

He leads you to his bedroom and you can't help but notice his room is directly across from Renjuns. You would definitely need a list of his roommates because you refused to find yourself in this situation again. The thought slips from your mind as Jaemin pulls you into his room and shuts the door. 

“Are you okay, angel? You look a little shaken up?” he asks attentively.

"No, its ok, im just stressed about classes. I’m hoping you could help me relax?” you lie smoothly.

He gives you a sly smile and you hold your breath as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “You wont be able to think straight when I’m done with you”

You suck in a breath and your body completely opens up to him as his hands tentatively trail up your waist. He strokes your sides teasingly as he kisses the sides of your mouth before trailing his lips down your neck. His touch was light and soft, like you were a porcelain doll. You try to reach up and hold on to him but he just pulls away slightly and shakes his head.

"Nu-uh, baby hands to yourself until I say otherwise,” he corrects you.

You pout and open your mouth to protest but he grabs your face and holds you in his grasp. “Big girls don’t talk back. Fix your face,” he commands

You swallow nervously and nod your head. He kisses your lips once “Thats my girl”

He took his time mapping out your body with his hands. He was in no rush at all and you had to bite your tongue to hold back your whines. His hands gripped your ass, squeezed your hips, traced your spine and palmed your chest. He examined you with the same curiosity that a child does with a new toy or a scientist does with a new test subject. The tables had been turned. You weren't the one with the magnifying glass now; he was. 

He helped you out of your clothes and you stood in front of him in only your underwear. He turns you away from him before pulling you back against him, your back to his chest. He hooks his chin over your shoulder and you can feel him bulging against his sweatpants. He was huge and the smirk you felt against your neck told you he knew how to use it. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought and when his hands return to your skin, you let out a moan. His hands spread out over your stomach; they were cold to the touch. You arch against him, pushing your hips backwards into his. He sucks in a breath and grips your hips. He holds them firmly before he pushes his clothed length into your ass, grinding against you from behind with a groan. You feel your panties soak up the feeling. You weren't sure if you could take something that big but you would sure put up a fight trying.

One hand travels down over your panties stroking you through the fabric. He coos at you as he feels how wet you are. He pats against the seat of your panites and sure enough, you’re wet enough that your panties make a soft, wet noise upon contact. 

“Is that for me, angel? "Are gonna drip down my cock when I split you open?” he asks with a lazy smile. The things that came out of his mouth never matched the look on his face. He would say the most toe-curling thing so casually with a smile that you would think he was telling you about the weather. Your chest is heaving at this point. You had never played like this before. Was this what he meant when he said he was a dom? 

“Answer me when I'm talking to you, baby. You wanna be my good girl, right?” You whine and nod pathetically. You would do anything for his praise. “Then speak up” 

“Its all yours,” you say breathlessly, hoping that's what he wanted to hear. 

He dips his hand past the waistband of your panties and circles your clit while his other hand holds firmly onto your hips. You throw your head back against his shoulder. He strokes over your slit teasingly before slipping two fingers inside, one after another. Your hips immediately buck up against his palm, or at least they try to but he has you pinned effectively against his hips.

“Dont fucking move; dont fucking make a sound. Just take it,” he rummbles in your ear “Take it”

His knuckles-deep and all you can do is bend yourself forward, trying to escape his grasp but he follows and fucks into you faster. You cry out, your thighs shaking as he curls an arm under your shoulder, using his leverage to pull you back against his firm chest. “Come on baby, if you can’t handle this, you won’t be able to take me,” he says sweetly. 

He hooked his fingers cruelly and you collapsed against him, orgasm whracking through your body. He held your trembling form up like it was nothing. He picks you up and throws you on the bed. You were still in shock as you lay there, catching your breath, your legs still shivering. He held your eye contact form where he stood at the foot of the bed and grabbed the back of his shirt before pulling it over his head swiftly. As he stood in front of you, you saw him for what he really was: he was no rabbit, he was a demon, and you were a fool. He didn't treat you like a porcelain doll; that was just the calm before the storm.

He puts one knee on the bed, starting off towards you and you subconsciously scoot backwards. He sends you that devilish smile and grabs your ankle, pulling you back down the bed until your thighs bracket his hips. 

“Where you running to, angel?” he says

You try to close your legs around him; the press of his hips against yours is already to much.

“Open your legs,” he says patiently. You shake your head defiantly, even though the command makes you even wetter.

He runs a hand through his hair and breathes an exhausted sigh. He pries your legs open, pinning them down as he leans forward over you. He uses a hand to grip your face and pushes his hips deep into yours, pinning them down from squirming. “I don’t like playing with brats so your either going to listen the first time I tell you to do something or I’m going to have to break you in,” he warns.

Your heart was beating out of your chest at his words. This was definitely not the same guy with the nerdy glasses you met in a cafe.

You nod your head in understanding. 

“Use your big girl words,” he says with a peck of your lips.

“Yes sir,” you say. A pleased smile dances on his lips.

“You learn fast,” he praises. That you do.

He captures your lips in the first real kiss of the night and you moan into his mouth as his tongue snakes its way past your lips. You roll your hips up into his and he allows it as he shoves his tongue down your throat. The kiss was messy and lazy. You pull back to plead, “Please, I need to touch you. Please let me touch you” 

He waits a moment, like hes thinking about it but he nods and pulls you back into another heated kiss. Being with Jaemin was extremely intimate; he worshiped your body as if it were his only purpose in life. His kisses were dangerous and claiming. He marked your body like you belonged to him and tonight you did.

You rake your hands down his spine, nails digging into his skin as your back arches against him. It was too much yet not enough at the same time. “I need you,” you beg.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve been good for you.”

“Thats right, baby, you have been really good,” he nuzzles at your neck affectialanty “but I need you to be sure”

“Im positive, I want you”

Jaemin kisses you assuringly and pulls down the sweatpants that still clung to his hips. He must not have been wearing any underwear because the heavy sound of his length slapping against his abdomen fills the room. 

Your eyes trail down his body until they reach the sight in between his legs. You take in the leaking tip of his pretty pink cock and the veins that adorn the sides. That thing was supposed to fit inside you. Never in a million years would you have imagined that death by dick could be an option in your life.

“Don't worry baby, we’ll make it fit,” he says. He grips the base of his cock and strokes it a few times before lining it up over the top of your belly. It nudged over your navel tauntingly. "I'm going to fill you up until I get here." he says, tapping the length of his cock on your stomach.

No amount of study could have prepared you for this. You came up completely blank on the idea of how this would even possibly fit. He notices the nervous look on your face and kisses your forehead. “Relax, I got you.” 

The tension in your shoulders relaxes a little at the comment. Jaemin seemed like he knew what he was doing. You trusted him enough. 

He gives you a moment to collect your thoughts as he pulls away from you, going to retrieve a condom from his bedside table. You take the moment to steady your beating heart and prepare yourself. When he comes back to you, he has  a bottle of lube and a condom already wrapped around his cock. 

“Are you ready?” he asks finally

"Yes,” you breath nervously.

He uncaps the lube and takes your hand, pouring some in your palm and then some over his length. He guides your hand to his length and you stroke the cold substance over him. You coat him in the lube and your grateful for the quick lesson you had with Mark earlier. You know just how to twist your wrist to get a reaction out of him. He groans softly and lets you have your fun before he pulls your hand away. He lines his cockhead up to your entrance and traces through your folds, nudging at your clit in the process. You moan impatiently. He sends you a frigid look through the fringe of his white bangs, instantly putting you in your place.

You pout but wait patiently as he eases his tip through your folds. Ok, this was fine. This was good. He fucks you with his tip pulling out before pushing his way back in. He fists his cock, coating it in the slick that drips from your cunt. You relax under his ministrations, completely letting him take the lead as he works you up with just the head of his dick. You can tell he must be holding back and you appreciate it.

He continues like this for a while before slyly slipping more and more inside of you each time. You’re at the two-thirds mark before you notice the stretch. You face pinching up in pain and your hands immediately find purchase on his hips, a plea for mercy. Jaemin stills inside of you and takes your hands into his own. His touch was delicate and he brought your hands to his lips. He kisses your fingertips before he kisses your palm. He was giving you whiplash with how gentle yet rough he could be sometimes. He kisses down your arm and up your shoulder. He presses kisses into your neck and over your lips. When he finally pulls away,looking down at you with a smile, you realize that somewhere between his barrage of kisses, he slipped the rest of the way inside. 

“Look at you, wasn’t that easy”

You just stare back up at him in shock. That was not as bad as you thought it would be; you could still feel a slight lingering discomfort from the stretch but that was soon melting away. 

He kisses the confused wrinkle in your brow “just relax baby. Now that the hard part is over, leave the rest up to me”

He pulls his hips back and works them forward experimentally. You shift at the stretch but you handle it well. He massages your thighs as he thrusts into you at a lazy pace, taking it easy and giving you enough time to fully accommodate his length. He hit so deeply inside that you could hardly catch a breath. Your body was hyperaware of every drag against your core and every nuge against your cervix and it craved more. You wrap your legs tight around his waist as you urge him to give you more.

Jaemin ignores your pleas and continues the rythme that he has created so far. You roll your hips, impatiently clawing down his chest in retaliation. 

“I'm trying to stay nice angel. Take what I give you” What he was giving you wasnt enough and if he thought you were dumb enough to not notice him holding himself back, he was wrong. 

“Don’t fuck me like that”

“Careful angel”

“I can handle it”

"Behave,” he says, gripping your face. He pulls out until only his tip remains and thrusts back in harshly. You scream in pleasure at the snap of his hips. That was what you were looking for; you needed to be broken in. If you wanted to get what you wanted, you needed to disobey.

“Fuck you,” you spit

“Watch your mouth,” one final warning.

“Fuck.You,” you say slowly, making sure he hears every syllable.

Something takes over him. You can see it through the dark gaze in his eyes. Rough hands pull you halfway off the bed, suspended hips held tight in his grasp as he pounds into you. You can’t even scream; your voice is caught in your throat as he uses the grip he has on your hips to slam you onto his cock. Each brutal thrust of his hips sounds off with a harsh clap of skin. Your back arches dangerously off the bed and you almost slip the rest of the way off if it weren't for one of his hands pushing down on your sternum, pinning you to the bed. 

“Is this what you want? You wanted it so fucking bad.”

He pulls out and your body compulses at the lack of contact. Your being manhandled off the bed, legs almost giving out from under you but Jaemin swiftly turns you, bending you over before pushing you flat on your stomach. He kicks your legs open further, opening you up for him before he finds your entrance again. You are grateful for this position because when the tears fall from your eyes and your saliva soaks his sheets, you dont have to worry about him seeing how pathetic you look. You hide your face in the sheets, crying out in pleasure. Your body cant keep up and overstimulation kicks in. You’re vibrating, literally, as you tremble in your spot under him.

His body leans over your back and you feel the heat of his body press into you as he continues to pound you into the mattress. His hand slips under you and circles your clit gently, knowing its already too much for you and just wanting to add a little extra to take you over the edge. You can't help the scream that bubbles out of your throat as you cum hard. Everything is black for a little bit and when you finally come to, all you can feel is your own wetness and release sticking to your thighs. Your empty and when you turn to look over your shoulder, Jaemin is stroking over your ass and soon that too is covered in cum.

You could hardly hold your head up anymore as it fell back down limply on the bed. You feel a rag clean you up but you refuse to open your eyes. You hear the sounds of a bath being run, and the next thing you know, your sitting in Jaemin's lap in the tub as he cleans the two of you. Your head laying lazily on his shoulder as he soaped you up and wiped you down. You know he lays you down in his sheets and when your head hits the pillow, you fall asleep. 

When you wake up, the sun shines in your eyes as you roll on your side groggily. Your body was sore all over and you felt like you had died and come back to life. Maybe you should have stretched before testing Jaemin's patience. Speaking of which, you notice the oversized shirt adorning your body as you shift to get out of bed. You look around and notice your clothes have been neatly folded on his dresser. You stand and it takes every fiber in your body not to wince every time you take a step. You can still feel his phantom touch as the events of the night before replay in your mind. It was so worth it. You finally make it over to your clothes and notice the note sitting on top of them.

Had to leave for class. Grab breakfast on the way out ;)

One word kept replaying in your head. out. Somehow, you had to navigate your way out of this godforsaken wolves den without running into Renjun or any of his other roomates. You hoped and hoped that they didn’t make it back yet or that they had some class to go to, but when you hold your breath and press your ear up against the door, you can hear a few muffled voices. You could make out the voices of two people; one was Renjun for sure and the other was familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. 

You were so fucked

You contemplate scaling the window but after looking at the 3-story drop, you decide against it. You try to wait it out, gambling on them just going back to their rooms but it sounds like they started up a videogame in the living room. Your pacing Jaemin’s room, completely forgetting about the ache between your legs. Your about to finally pull Jaemin’s shirt from over your head and put your own clothes back on when you have an idea. You pull open his closet and snag one of his hoodies off of a hanger. You find a pair of matching sweats in one of his drawers and tug those on as well. They didn't fit your frame well but that worked in your favor, with the baggy fabric helping to hide your shape. You pull up the hood and grab your things. If you move fast enough, they shouldn't be able to recognize you; they would no doubt see you, but at least they would just lump you in with any other random girl Jaemin brought home.

1…2…3

You pull open the door and peek your head out into the hall. The coast was clear; you held on tight to the sweatpants slowly falling off your hips and booked it to the front door. You pass the kitchen on your way out and your stomach almost growls at the food Jaemin had left out for you. You have half the mind to swoop in and snatch it but you keep trucking. You pass the living room in a heart beat. You quickly unlock the door, letting yourself out. The last thing you heard before the door closed behind you was, “What the fuck was that? Did you just see that?”

STAMINA

Maybe this was your karma. You had evaded Mark for another week and Chenle wouldn’t let you hear the end of how much Mark had looked like a “kicked puppy.”. You liked Mark, and you really did want to get closer to him in more ways than one, but that was why you had to do this. The last guy you really liked up and left you because you didn’t know how to suck dick... and threw up on him, but thats besides the point. The point is that you didn't want to lose Mark; you were scared to lose Mark, even over something as trivial as this. So you went back on the hunt.

The tinder gods were not looking down on you anymore because every match that came back just didn't make the cut. There were so many weirdos on the app that you were surprised you even got as far as you did. You would have to do the search by foot.

You would scout the courtyards and hallways in between classes, hoping to find your next target, but it was difficult to find what you were looking for. You were searching for stamina, not something that could be seen with the naked eye. Haechan's training helped you a lot, but you were looking for the kind of stamina that would carry you through multiple rounds. You needed someone to practice cum control with. 

It was hot outside, and you were exhausted. You were almost late for your last class when someone ran into you. "Sorry, excuse me," the girl replied before scurrying away again. 

"Wait!” you call out to her. She had dropped something—a keychain—from her gym bag. “You dropped this,” you say. She turns around and jogs back over. 

She quickly thanks you for the keychain and says, "Sorry, I’m in a hurry. I didn’t mean to bump into you. I’m late for track." She then jogs over to the track and field facility. Your about to brush off the interaction when an idea suddenly comes to your head.

Who has more stamina than a long-distance track star?

You find a seat in the stands and observe the combined practices of the men's and women's track teams. You watched as they stretched and did warm ups and you finally found him. In his track suit, he was tall and slender. Although his waist was delicate, it only accentuated his broad shoulders and well-defined biceps. His short, dark hair was cropped close and clung to his forehead from perspiration.

"Jeno, You’re up on the 200-yard dash," yells one of the coaches. and all of a sudden, your mystery man is making his way to the starting blocks. So his name was Jeno. 

You head down the stands, happy with your findings, when you hear someone talking about a party that will take place after today's track meet. You didn't know how but you would find a way to that party. Luckily for you, you knew someone who happened to know just about everyone.

“Please Jisung, I need to get into that party!” you beg your friend.

“Then go by yourself,” your friend huffs in annoyance.

You have been friends with Jisung for awhile now. Jisung just had the type of personality that allowed him to fit into any friend group. Everyone adored him. You had to be a nobody if you didn't know Park Jisung. Even though his reputation precedes him, he's actually really laid-back and easy to talk to.

“I don’t know anyone there!” you whine from your seat perched up on his desk in his dorm room. 

“Then why do you even want to go” Chenle interjects from his spot on his bed as he scrolls through his phone, playing videos out loud obnoxiously like an old man. 

“Its for science,” you state.

“Funny, because thats what im trying to study for,” jisung says sarcastically, “I need to finish my assignments. I dont have time to go out” 

A beat of silence passes while you contemplate your next bargaining chip. “I'll do it for you”

Jisungs head snaps up from his textbook “Uh?”

“Come on, I’m like a genius. I’ll finish it for you if you come with me tonight,” you bargain

“This science you speak of doesn't have anything to do with your little outings, does it” Chenle says. He didn't have to specify which outings for you to get it.

“What outings?” Jisung peeks over at his roommate.

“Deal or no deal?” You hurry and try to change the subject; you didn't need poor Jisung to find out you were fucking around to eventually fuck his cousin. Everything leading up to that would probably just end up confusing him.

Pushing back from his desk and letting you take over, he said, "Knock yourself out." You knew those years of drowning your self in your studies to get over heart break would not be in vain

You arrive at a house a little ways off campus. The party was already raging and you were a little upset that you didn’t come to get absolutely wasted. Jisung parked his car on an off-street and walked beside you as you approached the house. 

“I might disappear for a little bit tonight but don’t leave without me,” you advise him. 

He bemoans, "Make sure you keep your ringer on; you never answer." He hated it when people split up from him at parties, but he was prepared. Chenle told him that you were trying to meet someone tonight.

Once inside, you waste no time in finding the kitchen. You weren't planning on getting wasted, but you at least needed a little liquid courage if you were going to talk to the Greek god you saw earlier. You and Jisung knock a few shots back until you start to feel the buzz. You stick to his side as he introduces you to a few of his friends, and you engage in small talk until you finally see Jeno walk through the front door.

Jeno had finally shown up and he looked even more delectable outside of his track uniform. He was wearing an open flannel over a dark shirt, adorned with a silver necklace. He wore some light-washed jeans that had a few rips and holes in them. He was like he jumped straight out of a boyfriend pin board. You felt a little creepy watching him over the rim of your red solo cup. You finish off your drink and part ways with your small group. Hes walking into the kitchen and you follow behind him. 

“Hey, your Jeno, right?” you call out to him. He looks up from the drink he's pouring and sends you a friendly smile. You don’t miss the way his eyes look you up and down.

“Whats up?” he replies, taking a swig from the mixture he poured.

“I watched your track practice today; did you run the 200? Your really good,” you say honestly

“Thank you; do you run too?” he asks, keeping the conversation flowing.

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was your impatience but you can’t find it in you to care about easing your way into the question. “I don’t actually, but i’m actually doing a study on endurance and stamina I was hoping you could help me with that” 

“Oh yea? What class is the project for?”

“No class, just my own personal studies”

“On endurance and stamina?”

“Yes”

It takes a moment for the gears in his head to start spinning

“Oh…oh!”

"I can give you my number; just text me if you’re interested," you say, pulling out a piece of paper with your phone number on it. You had written it down earlier, knowing that a pen would be impossible to find at a college party. 

He takes it from you and stares you down for a moment, his heavily lidded eyes raking over your frame again. "I'll let you know." You don't need to look to know that he's staring at your ass when you turn to walk away. 

He texts you before the night is even over but you don't respond until the morning. You let him know the exact details of the “stamina training” you had in mind and he agreed to your terms and conditions. You plan to hook up the following day; this was the last thing you needed to perfect, and you were excited. That day had come in no time and now you were fresh out of the shower, waiting for the fateful knock on your door. 

You had no time to prepare for this session, and you honestly didn’t know how to. How does one develop a resistance to pleasure, and how does one avoid the one thing you seek when satisfying oneself? Hopefully Jeno had the answers, and if he didn't, hopefully he helped you find them. 

Your fixing your hair and making sure everything is laid neatly when you hear a faint knock on your door. You look at yourself one last time in the mirror before going to open your front door. Jeno stands infront of your door with a small smile and you let him in. At this point, you were used to the awkward small talk and embarrassing attempts at flirting. You wasted no time in pulling him towards you. His hands instantly find your waist. You’re so close, you notice the cute mole he has under his eye. He stares back at you, his eyes round like puppy dogs. You pull him back into a slow kiss. Today there was no rush; it was all about resistance.

Once you get your fill of his lips, you pull away again and lead him to your bedroom. You kick your door closed and pull him down on top of you on your bed. “No matter how much I beg, dont let me cum,” you warn him

“Who says I was going to let you cum?” he teases back before he meets your lips again.

You smiled into the kiss; you were going to like this one. You wondered what type of role he would play when darkness wrapped around you both in its cool, sensual embrace. Would he let  you take control like you did with Haechan? Would he be as strict as Jaemin, keeping you in your place or would he be laid back like Renjun? Guiding you and willing to relent some of the control to you if you ask. His firm body pins you down under him, and he kisses you hotly before ghosting his lips down your neck teasingly. His hands snake their way up your shirt and he explores the skin exposed there before pushing it up and over your chest. He lays sweet kisses over the top of your breast, not yet ready to part with the image of you wrapped in the lace that was your bra. Your impatient so you sit up on your elbows to help him get you out of your shirt. You pull your shirt over your head, and you scoot a little out of his embrace to pull down your shorts. Jeno takes the hint and strips himself bare, except for his briefs. When your done, he pulls you back under him and gets you settled again. You can feel him pressing hot against your skin. You had barely just met him, but something about the way Jeno kissed you and touched you—the way he paid attention to your body—was so intimate. The little sounds you would make when he nips at your skin. The way you bite your lips when he licks your sweat-prickled  skin unabashedly. He watches it all, doing his own little research to learn just what you like. You weren't sure at first, but Jeno was a lover boy. Even though you weren’t his, he would love you like you were. 

Hes already slipping his hands into your underwear and the moans that slip out of your lips are sinful. He rubs your clit in soothing circles, spreading your juices so he can slip inside and open you up. His other hand slips behind your back and finally removes your bra so he can suckle on your nipples and massage your chest.

“Fuck Jen, I need more, please,” you whine

“You better be able to take what you ask for,” He warns.

He finally slips 2 fingers inside of you and begins to pump them leisurely. You grip the hair at the back of his neck and pull him back to your lips. You needed to drown out the sounds you were about to make when you felt his thick fingers stretch you out. His hands were warm; they warmed your entire body as they worked in tandem to bring you high. Deeply curled fingers had your back arching as you moaned in to his open mouth. He swallowed down all your sounds as he huffed his own into your mouth. He was grinding down shallowly into one of your thighs as he lay on top of you. The length of him rubbing against you gave you a good idea of what you would be working with tonight and you were happy for your lessons with Jaemin because Jeno was definitely going to split you in two. That thought alone had your thighs clamping against his wrist and your hands gripping on to him, anywhere you could reach.

“You there, baby? Fight through it. You got it. Come on,” he said, speaking with a soft bass in his voice.

“Im gonna cum,” you choke out every part of your body, lighting up with pleasure that you can't snuff out.

His fingers slow but they don't stop completely. He lets up, willing you to calm down. You feel your orgasm slowly slip away and the feeling that was left afterwards was something close to desperation. Your legs are spread wide as you roll your hips up onto his fingers, urging him deeper. You pull him impossible closer to your body. His fingers pick up their pace again and it feels like you have grown 100 times more sensitive because this time it takes little to no time for the waves that crash against you and lap at your stomach to finally drown you out. Jeno can feel the way you tense up in his hold and he pulls away completely this time.

“No, please, this is driving me crazy,” you cry

“Come on, baby your doing so good,” he says, kissing your pout 

Your body is still tingling with the traces of your lost orgasm but you manage to calm down as Jeno passes his hands against your skin soothingly. Stroking your sides and stomach lazily until you settle. 

“What if we try something else?” he suggests after another minute of gazing at you.

“Like what?” 

"Well, if you find it difficult to hold back your orgasm, why not just let it go?”

“I'm not following. Doesn’t that defeat the whole point?” you quirk a brow at him

“Im saying what if you build your endurance to last multiple rounds. Find a way to keep going through multiple orgasms.

The thought turned your entire view upside down. You had never thought of it that way. You weigh the options in your head. The burning desire and desperation that edging leaves you with or the overwhelming sensations that overstimulation was sure to make you writhe with. Maybe this question was best asked when you weren’t horny and wound up from an orgasm denial because all you could think about was cuming. 

“Lets try that”

Jeno kisses down your body until he lays between your legs. He shifts one leg over his shoulder and kisses your clit softly while holding eye contact. Your hips already twitch with need. “Hands behind your back” was his whispered command.

You fold your arms, bending each at the elbow, neatly behind your back. You rest against them as you breathe deeply through your nose. Jeno licks a flat strip against your folds. Your folds were already soaked, practically dripping onto the sheets and he just cleaned it all up. He licks a pointed strip now through your folds, parting them on his way up  until hes teasing at your clit again, He wraps his lips against it and suckles gently. He slips his fingers back inside as he gets lost in making out with your pussy. It takes every fibre in your being to hold still; you needed to focus on lasting as long as you could. You decided you would scum but you at least wanted to see how long you could last. Jeno just hums against you, lost in his own thoughts and his own world. His eyes were closed now but his eyebrows were furrowed up like he was concentrating.

He parts his fingers inside of you, stretching them out to make room for his tongue, He licks inside of you over and over and you truly do go crazy. Your thighs attempt to clamp close, but Jeno’s free arm pins one of them open, forcing his face back into your heat. He fucks his fingers ruthlessly now, determined to throw you over into the current, and he does. Your orgasm leaves you feeling sleepy and heavy. The only thing that brings you back down to earth is Jeno’s slick mouth sliding into place over yours as he kisses you deeply. 

“3 times. Can you handle that? 3 times?” he asks

You take his words into consideration; you feel yourself throbbing, but you think you could manage two more rounds. You send him a nod and he kisses you again as he shoves off the last piece of his clothing. You can feel him stroke against your slick folds, teasing the head of his cock inside before pulling back out to slap it against your wetness. 

“You ready?” 

You nod and he pushes inside of you. You were right; he was splitting you open. Once he was sitting all the way inside, you let out a small whimper, and he instantly soothed you.

“You’re ok. I'm gonna make you feel really good,” he shushes into your ear as he caresses you.

His voice is so soft and smooth that you relax against his hold. You wrap your arms around his neck and peck his lips before sending him a nod. You couldn't bring up enough energy to speak. You barely had enough to cum again but you would fight through the drowsiness.

“Let me know if you want to stop, ok?” he offers gently before pulling his hips back slowly to thrust deep inside of you again. 

It was like he was hypnotizing you—the way his hips moved as he fucked you, the way his slim waist looked with your legs wrapped around it, the way his arms flexed when he went a little harder. You could get used to being under Jeno. You would take however many rounds he gave you. If it meant you could prolong this sensation, you would endure each and every one of them. You loved the way he filled you up and split you open over and over again as he pounded into you. You loved his noises you had to strain to listen for, you loved the way his face would scrunch up in pleasure when you clamped down tight around him. 

Your bodies compliment each other's movements as you chase his hips with your own. You were wound up too tight; you needed release. His hands snake down between your legs and circle your clit skillfully. You cum again, this time around his length. He fucks you through it and settles deep inside of you, holding still until your breathing evens again. You didn't know how he did it. He hadn't come once since you started, which must have taken an ungodly amount of will. You knew you wouldn't be able to do that, at least not for a long time. You would have to settle for fighting through the overstimulation for now. You weakly thrust your hips up again, signaling for him to start again.

“Last one baby, I think I'll be a little more selfish this time,” he says before pressing a kiss into your shoulder.

You don't get to ask what he means before he manhandles you into the next position. He lips your hips before swiftly placing a pillow underneath you, angling your hips up. He grips your thighs, forcing them off of his hips and pressing them deep into your chest, your knees bracing your head. He shoves back in deep, fucking you into the mattress in a mating press. He didn't care if you could cum again because he was going to rip it from you. Puppydog eyes no longer stare back at you; they hadn't since he laid you down on the mattress, but this time something else swims behind his eyes. It was pure hunger, like that of a wolf. You realized that, although he was good at holding back, once the gate was open, nothing could stop what rushed through. It was like the final leg of a race, where you see the finish line and sprint for it. He was pent up, and he was going to let you have it. 

Over and over again, his hips pounded harshly into yours. They were sure to bruise by morning, joining the others that probably adorn your body from all your other late-night activities. He hadn't mentioned them but you knew he had noticed because he focused most of his kisses there, like he wanted to paint over the others work.

Empty, there was nothing going on inside your head. Just his name repeating on loop until it filled up your thoughts so much that it had no choice but to spill from your lips. His own pathetic moans fill the air as he thrusts, getting sloppy, less sharp and less precise, and he finishes deep inside of you. You’re almost there and you’re grateful that he fights through his own overstimulation to keep fucking into you lazily. You cum around him and your body goes limp against your sheets. 

“You were able to keep up with me; you were amazing,” he says around his heavy breathing. You just look over to him and smile, far too exhausted to speak

When you wake up the next morning, you are not expecting to see jeno still lying next to you. You were sure you made it clear to him this wouldnt be a long-term thing. You shake him awake and he stirs in this sleep before cracking an eye open. He looks at you, then rolls over like you were bothering him.

"Jen, get up. You have to go,” you say, shaking his shoulder again

"Hngm,” he groans, pulling more of your cover over him.

You just stare at him incredulously. You slap his shoulder hard and he finally sits up fully. He looks more alert now as he takes in your appearance and then the time on the bedside table.

“Fuck! Im going to be late for practice,” is all he says before rushing to grab his clothes and phone off your nightstand. 

You just watch him in amusement as he scrambles around the room. He's halfway through the door before he stops in his tracks. He turns around and strides back to you before leaning over to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. This kiss was short, but you sensed something in it. He pulled away and stepped out the door fully this time, saying a quick goodbye. Jeno was a track star; he’d make it. As you hear your front door close with a heavy slam, one thought runs through your head.

Jeno the track star, and Jeno, the lover boy, was attached to you. In what ways, you didn’t know, but you could not find out.

Navigating across your college campus was already difficult when you had to regularly avoid crowds of students. Now that you were practically a wanted fugitive, it was even harder to slip between the halls and walk from class to class.

Jeno had texted you a few times since he left your house that one day. Haechan never stopped asking around for you, Renjun was pretty cool about everything so it was only a little awkward when you passed him in the halls, and Jaemin...  Boy, if Jaemin got his hands on you, it was so over.

There was only one person you wanted to see and that was Mark. He was the only one who hadn't tried to hit you up. It was like he had vanished from the face of the earth. You had practically begged Jisung for any updates but even he hadn't seen him around. It wasn't until you walked into the library one day and saw Mark cuddle up with some girl that your questions were answered. You were devastated. You had spent so much time trying to be perfect for him and he had used that time to move on to another girl. You couldn't exactly blame him; you had been blowing him off for awhile in favor of your "studies.”. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You hated life. Life always has a sick way of turning you on your head. What was this all for without Mark? Not to say you went on this whole sexual exploration just for him but he was the end goal. He was the final boss. It was like putting in hours on a videogame just to have it shut down before you could save. Yes, you play it for fun, but you also play for the sense of accomplishment that comes with completing it and winning. 

What was that saying? Play stupid games,win stupid prizes? 

You were out sipping smoothies and pouring your heart out to your friend group. You told them everything. Some were more shocked than others.

“You were trying to fuck my cousin!?” Jisung says this in horror as he almost chokes on his smoothie.

“Sorry, Jisung, I cant explain that one” You send him an apologetic smile.

“I just knew something was up! You had that glowy look,” your friend Yangyang says 

“Yeah, that post-sex glow!” Mia chimes in

“Will you two quiet down?” You shush them; you did not need the entire establishment knowing you “glow” after sex, making it sound like you had some type of radioactive pussy.

“I cant believe you fucked them; thats bold even for you,” jisung adds

“I dont need your judgment, jisung”

“No, im not judging; its just that they all-”

“Can we please drop it, I dont want to talk about this anymore; people are starting to stare” The old couple that sat across from your table sneaked glances at you and your friends. 

"Well, if you want to get over Mark, you should get under someone else,” chenle says

“Its your advice that got me here in the first place,” you remind him as you finish your smooth sucking down the last drop. 

You needed to just spend some time alone, collect yourself and get over mark. Honestly, your kind of happy that this happened sooner rather than later, before you developed more intimate feelings for him. You had already been on your way down that path and it had scared you a little. Maybe this was for the best since you weren't yet ready to face your feelings.

You were supposed to be the reasonable friend. You were supposed to be the friend who told everyone else when they were making stupid decisions, but now that you were making dumb decisions, there was no one there to stop you. You shouldn't listen to Chenle, especially not after the first time but it was like there was a devil-shaped Chenle on your shoulder, egging you on.

You texted Renjun; it has been weeks since you last spoke to him and you hoped there were no hurt feelings between you. You had told him you wanted to meet up and that you had a lot of things on your mind that you wanted to forget, even if just for one night. He said he wasn't upset about you ghosting him; he said that was what the app was all about and that if you ever needed a distraction, you were always welcome over.

You were so grateful to Renjun; he always made you feel safe and welcome. You were thankful that he was your first sexual encounter after your past failed attempts.

You know the way to his house like the back of your hand at this point. You were excited to see Renjun again. You hoped that you could build a relationship outside of just sex; he seemed like a really cool dude. You knock on the door, and it swings open a second later. 

It wasn't Renjun.

“Sorry, my roomates were just leaving,” the man you were here to meet says, popping up from behind Haechan, who had answered the door.  The blood drained from your face. "Haechan, let her in”

Haechan doesn't take his eyes off of you once. When he eventually shifts to the side to let you through the door, you expect him to walk out, but he simply closes it behind you.

You walk into the living room, and 2 other pairs of eyes lock onto you. Confused looks were exchanged between everyone in the room except Renjun, who still had no idea what was going on.

“These are my roomates, Jeno and Jaemin, oh and thats Haechan” Jeno and Jaemin were sitting on the couch in the living room, dressed to go out and Haechan was still standing in the small walkway that led from the living room to the front door.

“We know each other,” haechan says. Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun all give him a confused look after he makes the comment.

“So do we,” Jeno and Jaemin say in unison before quickly looking at each other, even more confused.

“I actually forgot I think I have an assignment due, I need to turn it in before 12 so I think I'll leave,” you say with a sheepish, akward smile.

You turn to run away but Haechan blocks your path. “Where are you running to babe? You’ve been avoiding me for weeks I think we should have a little chat.

“I really need to turn in that assignment” You try again

“Sit down, princess,” jaemins stern voice calls from the couch, He moves over and pats the space next to him. 

Fuck.

“Wait, don't tell me,” Renjun says, finally putting all the pieces together. “Did we all fuck her?”

“Yes! I fucked all of you,” you grumble as you plop down on the couch sandwiched between Jeno and Jaemin. You were caught either way, so you might as well fess up. You can't bring yourself to look at Jeno; you knew there would be hurt in his eyes. “In my defense, I had no idea you were all roomates”

“No judgment over here love. I just wish you would have come to me instead of Renjun if you wanted to fuck tonight,” haechan smirked

You cross your arms against your chest and huff. its not like you were in trouble; you were all grown consenting adults but it sure felt like you were.

“That's what you were gonna do, right? Use everything I taught you to go fuck him?” Jaemin says, his piercing stare seeing right through you.

You were annoyed, you hated being on the hot seat, you had come here to escape your worries and not be confronted by 4/5ths of them. Maybe that is why you lash out a little. “Yes, Jaemin, I'm going to fuck your roomate and make him scream loud enough for the rest of you to hear” 

“And where did you learn how to do that?”

“From you, of course” 

The room grows silent and that annoys you more. You couldn't understand why no one was ripping you out of your clothes yet. “Is someone going to fuck me, or do I have to find someone else to do it” 

“Are you ok with Renjun sharing you?” haechan suggests

“I think I can handle it; can you” you say to the room.

“Wouldnt be the first time we shared,” jaemin says

You finally turn to face jeno. He looks at you, then at your lips, and finally speaks. “I want you… I need you so bad” You had a feeling his words had a deeper meaning than that

You didnt have time to worry about him; you already had so much on your mind but you did spare him the slightest mercy and lean into him first. You kiss him, pulling him into a heated kiss and you can feel warm hands under your shirt as Jaemin kisses your neck. Suddenly, you were being pulled away from the kiss and hauled off the couch. Renjun stood in front of you and said, “lets go to my room; I have the most space”  

The trail of clothes that is left behind in the hallway was the only evidence you left behind as the door to Renjuns room closed behind you. You crawl into the bed, and Jaemin crawls in behind you. Renjun takes it upon himself to have you first. He claims your lips in a kiss before he trails his hot mouth down your body. He sucks at your chest before continuing down. Jaemin grabs a hold of them from behind, massaging them in Renjun's wake. Haechan props himself up beside you and kisses you, his hand drawing mindless circles against the skin at your stomach as Renjun caresses your thighs as he prys them open. He lays between them and for once, he doesn't wait. He dives in, immeditaly pressing his hot tongue all over you, spreading your juices as he sucks and licks at your cunt. Your hips fuck up on to his tongue and into his face, and he doesn't stop you. He doesn't stop you when you grab ahold of his hair to grind against his face messily. From beside you, Haechan sits up, dick pressing against your lips and urging you to open your mouth. You do your best to suck him off, lazily closing your mouth around him, too focused on how Renjun feels between your legs than about properly sucking him off. Jaemin strokes your hair away from your face, gripping it in a makeshift ponytail for you as he watches you suck off Haechan. You can feel him pressing up against your lower back, and you can't help the new wave of slick that gushes out at the thought of him feeling you up again. You had missed him—all of them, really. The thought pulls your mind back to Jeno, who sat silently on your other side. You reach out blindly until you feel for him. He takes your hand in his and guides it down his body. His hand covers yours as you palm him through his boxers. Soft groans leave his mouth, and you manage to pull him from his confines. You grip firmly and stroke him as best you can from your angle. He seems to appreciate it because, in no time, he's fucking up into your fist.

You feel Haechan tense in your mouth and you think he's going to spill but he pulls out instead. He takes up camp next to Renjun, forcing the other to scoot over. They both lap at your fold messily and you don't miss the way their tongues swirl together, tasting each other. You are ripped away from the beautiful sight between your legs when Jaemin grips your hair and makes you take Jeno into your mouth next. He guides your movements, pulling you up and down the jenos cock, making it hit the back of your throat. Your training really paid off because you only gag slightly until you are in control of the reflex again.

Fingers slip between your folds; your not sure who they belong to, but their curving deep, fucking into you ruthlessly. The way they sissor you open has you moaning around Jeno, causing his hips to stutter. You feel a pair of lips sucking cruelly on your clit and you come undone violently. Jeno cums deep down your throat, making you choke a little. He pulls out, laying limply next to you. You don’t miss the way his eyes shine at you.

The grasp in your hair forces your head back and you turn over your shoulder to kiss Jaemin. You were positive he could taste Jeno on your tongue but that didn't stop him from shoving his wet muscle down your throat and chasing the taste. Sometime during your distracted haze, Renjun pushes inside of you and you moan into your kiss with Jaemin. Renjun fucks you fast and deep. Hold on tight to your hips. Haechan busies himself with your chest, sucking on your nipples before pulling back to steal you away from Jaemin's kisses. Haechan kisses you messily, just like the way he ate you out and swallowed your moans. Renjun's pace turns sloppy and he finishes against your stomach. With how neat and tidy he likes to keep his things, you were surprised at how messy he could get in the heat of the moment. He pulls out and flops down beside you. Haechan quickly takes his place and you thank Jeno for his help in preparing you for this moment. 

Haechan pushes inside of you easily, your greedy pussy completely swallowing him whole. He wastes no time in driving into you over and over again. He used your body to get off, pressing quick circles into your clit. You swipe some of Renjun’s cum off your stomach and shove your soiled finger into Haechan’s mouth. Your fingers rest against his tongue as he licks them clean with a groan. You slip your hand free, smearing some of his spit across his mouth in the process. You didn’t know what it was about Haechan,  but he just got you so worked up. Maybe it was how nasty he was, licking up another man's cum, and how he would probably lick you clean after this. You couln'tt stop your hips as they bucked up into his. You chase your highs and you use each other. After a few quick thrusts, you're cuming all over his length and leaking onto the covers, adding even more fluid to the mess. Haechan doesn’t pull out. He comes deep inside you, stuffing you full before he pulls out to watch it drip from your hole.

“Get on your hands and knees for me, baby,” Jaemin whispers in your ear. He had waited patiently for everyone else to get done with you because he wanted your full attention. Jaemin was going to show you that he was all you needed. 

You don't even get a chance to move before he moves you into position himself. He takes one of the pillows from the head of the bed and instructs you to lay your head on it. You think hes being nice, worried about your neck cramping, until he says, “bite it” 

He wouldn't go easy on you this time, not with how pent-up he has been. A hand grips your head, shoving your face into the pillow as he slips inside. This time, there is zero resistance. With all the slick spilling out of your hole, he was able to lube up before slipping inside.

“Fuck, look at that. Taking it so well,” Jeno says from his spot on the bed. A few moans follow and you assume they are all touching themselves at the sight. 

Jaemin forces your head up and makes you look at Renjun, Haechan, and Jeno, all beating their dicks. “You think they can fuck you like I do? No ones got you like I do baby and i’m gonna prove it” 

Your pushed back into the pillow, your screams muffled as he snaps his hips into your ass. Crude clapping fills the room as your skin makes contact from his long, deep strokes. Your moans are instead replaced with Haechan's as they fill the room alongside Renjun and Jenos. Jaemin doesn't let up, grabbing one of your arms and pinning it to your back. Renjun's pillow was soaked with your tears as you cried in pleasure at the way Jaemin fucked you. Your thighs grow weak and you can’t hold yourself up anymore but that's ok because Jaemin's strong grip keeps you up as he holds you in place, pounding into you from behind. 

“Fuck, im gonna cum” Haechan moans

You’re about to as well when your thighs start to tremble and your body starts to thrash as you try to escape the onslaught of pleasure. 

“Stay right there, princess. You got it,” Jaemin grunts into your ear. His chest is pressed against your back, and his biceps curl around your throat, pulling you away from the pillow and successfully trapping you in a chokehold. You scream out load finally, and your orgasm wracks through you. Your tight grip on Jaemin's cock has him cumming deep inside of you with a groan.

Everyone was exhausted and sprawled across Renjun's bed. Renjun, followed by Haechan, Jeno, You, and Jaemin. That was how you were all laid out. Someone went to grab a towel and whipped you clean before wrapping strong arms around you. Through your drowsiness, you looked up to see Jeno nuzzled into your side, embracing you. You had resolved most of your problems except for one. 

You shake the thought from your head—not tonight. Tonight, you would just be his and enjoy this moment. You would face him in the morning. You didn't know him well but maybe you could change that. 

a/n: I hope you enjoyed reading this. There will be no Part 2 anytime soon or maybe even ever. Maybe a spin-off could happen but probably far down the road in the future. This is literally just porn with no plot. I seriously have no idea where I would take this story. Comment and leave feedback if you want to; it is always appreciated. 

a/n: Fun fact i actually did lose my virginity to a fence, it is completely possible to break your hymen  through injury. That shit hurt so bad lmaooo. Some of these events in the fic are pulled from real life. See if you can guess which ones lol.

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Satoru Gojo purposely keeping the scar you gave him instead of using reversed technique

Pairing: husband! Gojo x reader

Word Count: 1,6k

Synopsis: When his skin gets busted by your sheer excitement, it doesn't feel right to Satoru to use his reversed technique and simply heal.

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, Yuji's "death" scnene in season 1, blood lol

Thank you dear anon for aggressively reminding me that it's canon for Gojo to not have any scars, it really helped me cooking up that fic! 🤍

Every step feels like hell, the only thing that keeps you from collapsing onto the floor being the reassuring hand of your husband on your shoulder.

This can’t be true, it’s just impossible. Yuji Itadori was a member of Jujutsu High for a few weeks, just started to get to know this world better. This was supposed to be an easy mission, the three of them should have made it out alive with ease. But apparently, Sukuna decided to show up. And apart from injuring Megumi, he violently took Yuji’s life by ripping his heart out. A heart made of pure gold, a heart so precious that you couldn’t help but care for that boy the minute you saw him.

But now he’s dead.

Your hands start shaking immediately the minute you step into this cursed room you visited far too often, gazing at Yuji’s body covered by a cloak. This isn’t a bad dream. No, the blood covering the white cloak tells you more than urgently that Yuji Itadori isn’t there anymore.

“Please tell me that there’s a chance he’ll come back”, you mutter.

Oh, how much both Shoko and Satoru hate to see you like that. It’s not a secret to anyone at Jujutsu High how deeply you care about your students, loving them like your own children. Of course, this isn’t the first time you’ve seen a student die in front of your eyes. In times like these, jujutsu sorcerers pass away like flies. But Satoru knows what you’ve seen in Yuji, that he somehow reflected parts of yourself. And still, you weren’t able to protect that boy, both Satoru and you coming too late to rescue him.

“I really wish I could, but he shows no signs of life. I’ll move on to autopsy now. If you want to say goodbye…Maybe do it now and leave afterwards.”

Satoru wraps his arms around you just in time before you slide onto the ground, holding you tightly against his chest.

“This is not fair”, you breathe out, head still not able to accept Yuji’s farewell.

He was so young, so full of life. He doesn’t deserve to die, he still had so much ahead of him. There needs to be something you are able to do. Aren’t Satoru or Shoko able to use their cursed technique?

“He didn’t show any signs of life for hours by now, (y/n). Not even Shoko or me are able to bring him back to life. I’m so sorry”, he mumbles against your ear out of nowhere.

So this is really how it ended? With Yuji getting killed by none other than Sukuna himself? Like in trance, your wobbly legs carry you to the autopsy table his lifeless body lays on. You want to stretch out your arm, want to look at that precious boy one last time before Shoko does her job.

But you can’t.

“I can’t look at him”, you blurt out.

With a swift motion, you turn around and burry your face against your husband’s chest.

“It’s okay babe, just look at me, okay? You don’t have to do this.”

Satoru’s arms keep you from losing yourself completely, soak up your falling tears while his head rests against yours. Oh Yuji, you’ll never be forgotten. All the laughter’s both of you shared, his potential, how he always cared about others. You will think about him every time the sun starts to rise, when new students get greeted, when you kill another curse-

“Hey, what’s up? Huh, what are both of you doing here, Gojo-sensei?”

This voice…

That was Yuji Itadori.

Out of instinct you turn around rapidly, not even noticing how the back of your head crushes into Satoru’s forehead with full force. He sees starts, blood taking his sight in an instant while his mind isn’t even able to comprehend it was Yuji who just spoke.

“Yuji! Are you okay? Are you hurt? You’re back!”, you babble out, embracing the boy in a tight hug.

“To be honest I don’t even know what happened last and I’m pretty hungry…Oh, you’re bleeding Gojo-sensei!”

You’re…bleeding? You turn around in confusion, following Yuji’s eyes.

“OMG SATORU!”, you cry out, the sight of your husband covered in his own blood shocking you to your core.

When did that happened…Was it…you?

“I guess you were so happy to see Itadori that you’ve forgot about me standing behind you”, he mutters amused.

“Babe I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just got so carried away and-“

“Don’t worry about me. Reversed technique, remember? I’ll be whole in seconds. Just look after Yuji, I love you.”

You let out the breath you were holding, the bright smile forming on your gorgeous face making Satoru forget the world around him for a moment. You are so caring, so passionate. And you are his wife.

“I’m a lucky man”, he mutters to himself while pressing the tissue Shoko handed him against his wound.

There you sit, gently caressing Yuji’s cheeks and asking him over and over if he’s okay.

“You really are. This isn’t a problem for you, right?”, Shoko questions with one glance at the laceration on his forehead.

The shocked look on your face replays itself over and over in his mind, lets a chuckle escape his lips. With the help but his reversed technique, it would be way too easy to get rid of that minor wound. Within seconds, there wouldn’t even be a scar left, just his flawless skin. But…it was you who did this to him out of sheer excitement. It sure would be nice to look into the mirror and get reminded of you daily, right?

“Oh, I might as well keep that”, he replies with a sly grin.

- a few weeks later -

You sit on the edge of the couch, desperately waiting for that time of the day. Even after being married to that force of a man for 4 years now, you find yourself getting all excited when he announces that he’s going to shower. Because going to shower means that he’ll come out just wearing boxers with his body still a little wet and his hair sticking to his face in that delicate way.

“Still waiting for me, huh? It’s not like you can see me naked every time you want, babe”, he finally purrs.

Your heart skips a beat. This man…How is it even allowed to look so breathtakingly gorgeous? The way a single droplet of water runs down his cheek, how he gently strokes his damp hair back.

Wait. You squint your eyes a little harder. What is that on his forehead?

“What do you have there?”, you question, rubbing your own hand against the ride side of your forehead.

This almost looks like a scar. But Satoru shouldn’t have scars. After all, he’s able to use reversed technique, healing himself in the matter of seconds. Is it just dirt? No, that definitely looks like scar tissue.

“Oh, it’s nothing”, he immediately tries to brush you off, pulling his hair back into his face.

“No way Romeo, come back here right now”, you demand.

With a swift motion you lift yourself off the couch and hunt after him.

“Is that a scar?”

“It might be…”

“Why didn’t you just heal it? Show it to me!”

When you finally catch him, you slick his hair back again. Only to be greeted what indeed looks like a middle-sized scar. But why and how did this happen, why didn’t he just heal like he usually does?

“You really don’t know where this came from?”, he challenges you.

You blink a few times. What the hell is your husband talking about?

“Why would I know where this came from?”

“Because it was you, (y/n)?”, he playfully bites back.

You? Your mind races, searching for a single moment you ever hurt your husband. You were never really able to even hurt him, no matter how berserk you went in training. When was the last time you even wounded him? But wait, there was this one time you made him bleed, that one time when…

“This was when Yuji woke up-“

“EXACTLY!”, Satoru cries out and gives you a round of applause.

“But why did you keep it? You said you’d be able to heal it…”

“Because I didn’t want to. This scar right here”

Gently, he takes your hand in his and traces the soft scar with your fingertips.

“will always remind me of what a wonderful human being you are.”

Oh. Your eyes turn glossy in an instant, staring up at your loving husband while he gifts you with the most breath-taking smile you’ve ever seen.

“Satoru”, you breathe out.

There is no time to waste. You wrap your longing arms around his tall frame tightly, aiming to never let him go again.

“Every time I look into the mirror, I think about my wonderful wife”, he mutters into your hair.

“Y’know, you could just take a picture of me or something-“

“No. I would rather just keep that scar of my wonderful wife smacking me over a student.”

You hit him playfully over his comment, a giggle escaping your precious lips.

“Come on, it wasn’t like that…”

“I’ll always tell the story like this.”

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Dividers by @saradika 🤍

[witchezandwonderz]

Words Unspoken

Pairing: Finan x Reader

Word count: 1,380

Summary: You are offended when you overhear Finan's views on marriage.

The crackle of the campfire filled the quiet night, sparks rising like fleeting stars against the dark sky. Laughter echoed through the camp as you happily tended to your blade. It had been a long day, and you didn’t particularly feel like socialising, so you tucked yourself away behind a bush for some solitude. Despite your attempt at isolation, you couldn’t help but hear the men—men you had come to know well—as they sat closer to the roaring fire, their voices carrying easily to where you hid.

You found yourself laughing along with their ridiculous comments, more amused by their laughter than by the jokes themselves. Your smile faltered, however, when the topic of marriage arose. Sihtric was the one to broach the subject.

“We’re married. Isn’t it time you found yourself a worthy woman?” Sihtric’s voice carried easily over the fire. At first, you found the comment sweet, as you weren’t sure who he was addressing—perhaps Osferth. That was until a familiar, deep laugh bellowed through the camp.

Finan’s chuckle rolled out, warm and careless. “Marriage?” he repeated, mock incredulous. “Aye, I’m better off fighting Danes than trying to keep a woman happy. At least the Danes only want to kill me outright.” Sihtric barked a laugh in response, and Uhtred let out a strange, high-pitched shriek of laughter. You shook your head. Men.

“What could I offer a woman anyway? Nothing but trouble and a life on the run. No—anyone mad enough to want me would have to be daft or desperate.” His voice was loud, almost as if he intended to announce this to the entire camp. Judging by the slur of his words, he was probably too drunk to care.

Your grip tightened on the hilt of your knife, the blade stilling mid-polish. You didn’t need to glance up to picture the grin Finan would be wearing—boyish, sharp-edged, and arrogant. It was the same grin that had drawn you in since the day you met him, infuriatingly endearing as much as it was frustrating.

“Stupid girl,” you muttered to yourself. “Stupid, desperate girl.”

You and Finan had grown close—extremely close. You’d been meeting in secret since the day you met. At first, it was once a week, then a few evenings a week, and now, every single night. You’d shared your happiness, your fears, your weaknesses. Hell, you’d let him touch you in ways no man ever had. Stupidly, you’d allowed yourself to believe that when this battle was over, you might marry. Hearing Finan laugh at such a notion now showed you how naive you’d been.

Rolling your eyes, you decided you couldn’t stay hidden behind the bush forever. Rising to your feet, you stepped out, determined to focus only on your path forward. Much to your dismay, as you tried to pass the group unnoticed, Sihtric had other ideas.

“Y/N, where have you been? We’re discussing serious topics here!” Sihtric slurred, prompting Finan, Uhtred, and Osferth to burst into laughter. You halted, turning to face them, careful to ignore Finan, whose eyes were already burning into your face. You considered walking away. You considered lying. But honesty was your curse.

“I know. I heard.” You looked directly at Finan. “I especially enjoyed the part where you said ‘daft and desperate.’ Hilarious.” Your tone was cold, belying your sarcastic words.

Finan’s smile dropped instantly as he rose to his feet. “Y/N, I—”

“Not here,” you cut him off.

No one knew how close the two of you had become. You’d thought nothing of keeping it secret—until now, when the reason became painfully clear. To him, you were just a way to pass a cold, lonely night.

He followed closely behind as you stomped into the trees. When you felt far enough from the group, you stopped and turned to face him. To your surprise, he was smiling.

“What’s funny now, Finan?” you snapped. He stepped forward, attempting to wrap his arms around you, but you pulled away before he could touch you.

“Was it funny to you, laughing about how stupid someone would have to be to care about you?”

He frowned, his movements unsteady but deliberate. “I was joking,” he said, his tone sharp. “That’s what I do—joke, laugh, keep things light.”

“Ah yes, so funny, Finan. Always so funny,” you retorted, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

Finan rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to say? That I didn’t mean it? That it’s not true?” He gestured vaguely with the flask in his hand, his words slurring. “Because it is true. I’ve got nothing to offer anyone—least of all you.”

Your chest tightened at his words, but you refused to cry. “Am I that bad? Fine,” you spat, turning to leave.

“Fine, walk away. See if I care,” he called after you.

Ouch.

Hours passed without you realising, as you sat beside the river, fixed in place. You were exhausted from crying, your eyes sore, your head pounding, and your ego wounded. This had never happened to you before. You’d never loved anyone before—and so, you’d never experienced heartbreak.

You pressed your palm against your eyes, willing the tears to stay put. You refused to cry anymore. Tears were for weakness, and weakness got people killed.

Footsteps crunched softly behind you. You froze, instinct sharpening as your hand dropped to the knife at your belt.

“It’s just me.”

The voice, familiar and rough-edged, sent your heart stumbling in your chest. You turned slowly to find Finan standing a few paces behind you, hands raised in a gesture of peace. The moonlight threw his face into shadow, but you didn’t need to see his expression to recognise his concern.

“I can’t do this again, Finan,” you admitted. Finan didn’t respond immediately, but you felt his presence as he dropped heavily to the ground beside you, letting out a drunken grunt.

“Look, Finan, I’m sorry if I misunderstood this... situation.” The words tumbled from your mouth unfiltered. “I thought we were becoming close, and I thought it meant something to you, as it does to me. But clearly, it doesn’t. So please, just let me wallow in my embarrassment.”

“You think you don’t mean something to me?” His voice broke on the last word, the anger in his tone replaced by a desperate vulnerability you hadn’t expected. “Christ, woman, I said those things because I’m terrified you mean too much.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, robbing you of breath.

“I didn’t think someone like you—someone so good—could ever look at me and see anything worth wanting,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “So I laughed it off, because if I didn’t, I’d have to admit I’m bloody terrified of losing you.”

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice, the pain in his eyes as he looked at you.

“Why the hell would you think that?” you asked finally.

Finan shrugged. “It doesn’t matter now anyway, love. I’ve given you no choice but to leave me.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “I’m not trying to leave you, Finan. But I can’t keep wondering where I stand with you.”

He exhaled shakily, his hands flexing at his sides before he reached out to cup your face, his touch tentative, as if he thought you might push him away.

“You stand right here,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “Always here. With me.”

His lips brushed against yours—a tentative, desperate kiss carrying all the words neither of you had dared to say until now. When you kissed him back, it was as much an apology as it was a promise.

“Can I touch your arse now?” he joked, though only slightly. You slapped him lightly on the shoulder, laughing softly before nodding.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said, gazing into your eyes like a lost puppy.

“Do you like me?” you teased. He shook his head. “I think it’s quite obvious I’m in love with you, m’lady.”

You smiled, then added, “Will you be loyal to me?” He nodded. “And will you protect me?” Another nod.

“Then it’s safe to say you deserve me,” you said, kissing him gently before pulling him into a warm embrace.

“Oh, and by the way—I love you too.”

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A/N: Sorry this was a bit of a shorter one! If you enjoyed please like, reblog and comment :) x

Requests are open.

[episodes-ff]

Forevermore

Armando

Taking another swig, I clenched my jaw as the burning Don Julio glided effortlessly down my throat. Staring at the mess around me, I shuffled my feet groggily to go answer the ping of the annoying doorbell. Opening the door for Mike and Marcus, I turned back toward my liquor cabinet ignoring their concerned words as I popped the cap. “Armando! I know you fucking hear me.” Mike spat as I eyed him carelessly. “Why are you here?” “Dee sent us here to make sure you were ok since you weren’t picking up her or Papi’s calls. She was ready to file a missing persons report.” “Oh now she gives a fuck?” I gritted cursing her in Spanish as I trekked to my couch to have a seat. “Look, man, imma give you some privacy and space, but please check in so they know you’re safe.” “Why the fuck should I? I’m a grown man, I can take care of myself.” “I’m just tryna help, don’t be like that.” “I don’t need your fucking help.” “Whatever, we tried, Mike. Just leave his stinking ass alone. You need a damn shower. Fonky ass.” Marcus ranted as Mike sighed signaling for them to exit while I swallowed the brown liquor and silently cried.

**THE DAY BEFORE**

5:35 PM

Just finishing up my paperwork from today’s case, I once again pulled the ring box from my pocket and admired its beauty and color as it related to my woman. Diamonté is just that for me. A woman. Not preoccupied with the trivial bullshit or drama that comes with life. She makes me want to grow for her, be better for her and our son and any future kids. She’s my happiness. I feel whole with her and I hope she’ll complete me further and take this ring. Smiling, I wiped a stray tear before interruptions of a throat clearing woke me from my daze. “Nice ring. You got something you wanna ask me?” Mike smiled as I chuckled at his joke. “I’m gonna ask her to be my wife tonight.” I confirmed causing his immediate smile.

Gesturing for a genuine hug, I got up and met his arms as he laughed and patted my back. Taking a step back to ogle me, he rubbed my shoulder in appreciation as he spoke. “I know we aren’t the closest and we might be new to this father and son relationship, but from the the bottom of my heart I’m really proud of you, Armando. Forreal, man.” Feeling the sting of tears in both our eyes, we shared another warming embrace before he released me to retreat home.

Walking inside her house, I kicked my shoes and walked upstairs to greet mi familia as they playfully danced and laughed. “No, mommy, like this!” Papi chuckled showing her some dance on TikTok that they called tripping out. Watching her struggle to get it, I chuckled making my presence known as AJ ran to me. “Daddy, come come! You have to try this dance!” Setting my bags down, I watched in amusement as he showed me the mysterious dance he so excitedly wanted me to learn. Sticking my arms high as he instructed, I thrusted my hips awkwardly to the beat as she covered her mouth in laughter. “Sí? Like this?” I asked biting my lip and feeling the rhythm. “Maybe next time, papa.” He chuckled moving me away before I picked him up tickling his sides.

9:51 PM

Stepping out of the steaming shower, I wiped off the fogged mirror and took a deep breath as my nervousness increased. Tonight’s the night, Armando, you got this. I coached as I rolled on my deodorant and threw in a few hits of her favorite cologne. Cleaning up my facial hair, I gelled my hair back and put on my chain before heading to the closet to get dressed. Buttoning up my shirt, I fit my suit on before securing the ring to my jacket pocket. Grabbing the car keys, I got in my car and rode back to her house to pick her up. Wish me luck…

Sitting across from her at dinner, I kissed her hand as I took in how delicious she looked tonight. “You look so beautiful, bebita.” I simpered leaning in to steal a kiss from her as she blushed. “Thank you, baby. And thank you so much for this. I really needed it.” “I know, baby, has everything been ok?” “Yes, really wonderful actually.” Smiling, I kissed her once more before we placed our orders for tonight. Sharing in laughter and conversation over our meal, I got more and more nervous as time progressed to the big moment. “Are you ready for dessert, mi corazón?” “Mmmhm, I want a big slice of you.” She purred leaning in to nibble on my neck perfectly basking in our private quarters. “Not just yet, my love. But trust me, I’m more than yours.” I groaned against her lips.

Watching the waitress smile as she set the dessert on the table, I bit my lip as I watched her turn to face the plate as it read ‘Will You Marry Me?’. Looking up in confusion, she covered her mouth in shock as I got up from my seat to kneel in front of her at the table. “Diamonté, you’ve made my world so peaceful and special. Being with you is one of the biggest blessings to my life. I don’t know what I would do without you and Papi and I never want to know a lifetime without you two. I love you more than I can even say but this is the best way I can say it. Will you marry me, baby?” I asked taking hold of her shaking hand as I pulled out the ring. “Oh my god.” She cried as I caressed her cheek. “What do you say?” I waited nervously for her answer. “I-I…” Snatching her hand away, she ran away crying as I slowly stood in disbelief.

11:08 PM

Furrowing my brows, I fought my anger and hurt as I squeezed the box in my hand and contemplated chasing after her. Feeling in my gut that it would be best to do the opposite, I flagged the waitress and paid for our meal before trekking to my car and sitting in silence. Watching her come out from the restaurant in tears, I felt my heart start to soften before remembering prior events and throwing back on my veil of anger. Getting in the car, I pulled off in silence on the way back to her place. “Arma-“ “Don’t.” I spat coldly swerving through traffic to get her home and far as I can away from her. Crying softly to herself, I gripped the wheel as I focused further on the road.

Pulling into her driveway, I reclined into the seat staring out the window as she sniffled. “Will you please just le-“ “Did you even fucking love me, Diamonté? Huh?! Were you truly in love me at all? Or were you just looking for a father to your kid?” I ranted coldly as my blood boiled recalling everything I’ve ever done for her. Gasping, she smacked her full force across my face. Shaking with rage, I watched her grabbed her purse and step out. “I always fucking loved you, Armando, HOW DARE YOU!?! You never even gave me a chance to explain and now paternity is being called into question?! Are you fucking serious right now?! My answer was yes, but looking back maybe it’s right that I didn’t say anything. Go to hell!” She seethed breaking my spirit and ego as she slammed the door causing the window to shatter. Skidding off without a word, I wiped my teary eyes as I felt the gravity of my actions collapsing on me. “FUCK!!!!”

Diamonté

Running into the house, I kicked my shoes off my aching feet as I wept and ran upstairs. Bolting into the bathroom, I emptied the rest of tonight’s horrific dinner into the toilet bowl and continued crying my makeup off. “So much for a fucking surprise!” I cried in agony as I silently thanked God that Mike was watching AJ so he wouldn’t see me this way. Tonight was supposed to be so wonderful and not just for the goddamn proposal. For once I was in a beautiful place in my life with my intelligent little boy, the man I loved, and the news that I was once again carrying his bundle of joy. Now I feel anything but as I continue to throw up and cry wishing I was on the deepest corner of Earth away from him. I had it all planned on how I thought it would go. I even told Mike so that he and his wife Christine could watch Papi for the rest of the week while we celebrated our triumphs. So fucking much for a plan.

Finally gaining the strength to get up from the toilet, I wiped my mouth and brushed my teeth before ridding myself of my dress and makeup. Warming a bubble bath, I set up my phone on the speaker and slowly descended as the beautiful vocals of Jhené Aiko attempted to serenade me out of heart break. Bathing myself as I could do nothing but cry, I released the bath water and put on some fresh chill clothes before leaving to go collect my baby from Mike’s. I needed my child at this moment.

Pulling into his driveway, I knocked and waited patiently. Watching him open the door in confusion he hugged me before addressing me. “Heyyy what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be celebrating.” “Is AJ asleep? I came to pick him up.” I said weakly. “U-Uhhh yea I’ll go get him.” “Thank you.” I mumbled trying not to cry. Standing at the door as I didn’t wanna intrude, I watched Mike carry out my sleeping angel in his superhero pajamas. Taking hold of him, he stirred a little before looking up. “Mommy?” “It’s me, baby boy. I’m right here, go back to sleep.” I smiled rocking him in my arms as I turned to leave. “Hey, Dee, wait up.” “Yes?” “Look, I don’t know what all is going on with you and Armando, but just trust God and give it some time. Try calling him tomorrow ok?” Nodding as fresh tears cascaded yet again, he gently hugged me before kissing AJ’s head and helping us situate in the car. Paying him appreciative words, I waved goodbye as I pulled off and headed back home. So much for a plan.

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[dolceterzo]

il museo del sesso

Fandom: Ghost (The Band)

Pairing: Papa Emeritus III x GN!Reader

Genre: Romance - Fluff - Humour

Word Count: 1035

Summary: Reader has had a long day, and Terzo has Secondo's latest newsletter from his travels.

A/N: This is my first ever Ghost fic to see the light of day, and the first fic I've published in over a year. I'm scared, but I figured I'd unleash it into the wilderness! Some Italian terms of endearment are in the feminine, but the actual reader description is gender-neutral. Yes, bad Italian translations are featured - my ancestors are cursing me as I type. Enjoy!

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It had been a long day. Sister Imperator had run you ragged preparing for Terzo’s next assignment, though he would no longer perform the duties bestowed upon him as the anti-pope, being retired meant having other expectations placed upon him instead. You were to accompany him as an international dignitary of sorts, meeting with other congregations within the Ministry’s broader network, building an empire required going beyond Italy, Sweden or Los Angeles… And, after all, Terzo was a popular Papa, no matter how the dismissal from the higher clergy may have looked. Just as Secondo was out there performing ambassadorial duties when he wasn’t in his vineyards, so too would Terzo begin a new chapter. 

But that was later. Now? Now you just needed to lie down.

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Terzo was already on the bed when you entered your shared living quarters, and he was reading the latest instalment of Secondo’s monthly newsletter - an unusually personal and rather entertaining mailer only the Emeritus brothers were privy to.

To Terzo's great joy, it included a gossip column, specifically for his benefit he was sure, as well as an arts and culture spot. For Primo, there was a horticultural section full of plants and landscapes from wherever Secondo had been, and for Copia, there was a section on animals and literature.

The sound of your arrival has Terzo looking up with a pleased smile, his eyes are bright as he pats the space beside him, his raven hair falling loosely around his forehead. He puts Secondo’s digitally crafted newsletter down, letting the tablet rest on his thighs for a moment.

You waste no time taking him up on the offer, he looked utterly dashing in his glasses, his shirt unbuttoned enough to enjoy a peek of his chest. You loved Terzo in many ways, but seeing him relaxed and enjoying something away from clergy matters was high on your list.

Scooting next to him, you’re mindful of the device. Positioning your head on his torso, your arms locked around his midsection, the instant sensation of his warmth and the weight of his hand on your back has you exhaling with relief.

“Ciao, piccola ucella.” He greets softly, fingers grazing the back of your neck, slowly caressing as he begins to thread his fingers in your hair.

“Ciao, amore.” You hum, eyes closing for a moment, your muscles relaxing with each passing moment. 

“Busy day, hm?” He asks with a smile, knowing full well that you would have been giving Imperator a run for her money.

“Si, very busy.” You answer half-heartedly, already well on your way to dozing on him.

You feel the soft rumble of his laughter against your ear, “It seems you’ve already decided on how to remedy this exhaustion, no?” Giving you a gentle squeeze. “Oh absolutely, you’re my favourite cuscino.” You purr, grip tightening as you shiver, trying to draw extra warmth from his body.

He wordlessly puts the tablet on the bedside table and tugs at the blanket draped over the headboard, bringing it down over both of you, making sure you are suitably covered.

“You know, I find it very sweet when you use some of your Italian, tesoro.” He praises, his thumb brushing over the shell of your ear. 

His gaze never leaves you, concern and adoration blending into one, though the conversation had been playful, he could see that you were not only physically fried but mentally too.

“Sorry, honey, I’ve interrupted your Secondo monthly.” You mumble, sighing, you wanted to talk to Terzo and enjoy doing something with him, but now your work mode had been switched off everything else was catching up to you.

“Bah, if I cannot cuddle with mia amata, and make sure they are well, then what good is this love we share, hm? It is okay to not always be, switched on, alright? You tell me this quite often, do you not?”

You really cannot argue with him, especially when he speaks to you in that hushed way that few people, if any, ever get to experience.

“I do.” You concede, lifting your head to look at him, your face full of gratitude, your hand cups his cheek, fingertips tracing those lines that make him so handsome to you, watching with a sweet ache in your chest as he closes his eyes and enjoys the sensation.

When he meets your gaze again his lips upturn into a mischievous smile, “Shall I read to you this last section that mio fratello wrote?”

Your expression matches his in excitement, nodding as you immediately plant your head back on his chest, ready to listen to every word.

“Molto bene, prezioso.” He hums, keeping one arm wrapped around you, the other scooping up the tablet and flicking back to the page he had been reading. He clears his throat for dramatic effect, adjusting the glasses on his nose.

Terzo begins, “The weather in Amsterdam was a drizzle, overcast, not too terrible by any means, if a bit glum for such an intriguing visit. Naturalmente, I was invited to il museo del sesso…”

“The sex museum?” You snort, laughter shaking softly through you, positive you understood him correctly.

“Si, si…” Terzo says with a wry smile, continuing. “I was invited to il museo del sesso, and wouldn’t you know it? In the modern and contemporary gallery, they had painted the most squisito portrait of me. Specifically, my “Anno Zero” momento, quite the homage to the Emeritus physique…certainly, they picked the right brother to fully display our prowess, eh, cari fratelli? Needless to say, it was an enjoyable visit.”

Now you’re giggling uncontrollably, whether it was because there was a naked painting of Secondo in Amsterdam’s sex museum, or whether it was because Secondo seemed exceptionally pleased with this fact, you weren’t sure.

“That has to be one of the best instalments yet.” You muse, giggles still bubbling in your tummy.

Terzo relishes the laughter he pulls from you, thankful for his brother’s colourful display of vanity for helping you get rid of some of the day's tension. He laughs too, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, squeezing you gently. 

“Yes, my love, I’d say it was too.”

Fin.

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Italian Glossary:

Ciao - Hello

Piccola Ucella - Little Bird

Amore - Love

Si - Yes

Cuscino - Cushion/Pillow

Tesoro - Treasure/Honey/Darling

Mia Amata - My Love

Mio Fratello - My Brother

Molto Bene - Very Good/Very Well

Prezioso - Precious

Naturalmente - Naturally

il museo del sesso - The Sex Museum

Squisito - Exquisite

Anno Zero - Year Zero

Momento - Moment

Cari Fratelli - Dear Brothers

[bitchiswild]

Snowman

Huh Yunjin x F! Reader

Warnings: like 2 curse words but all fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n:🎄⛄️

⋆꙳·̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

Yunjin and I were all set to head outside and enjoy the snow together. As I wrapped up getting ready, I stepped out of our room to find Yunjin sitting comfortably on the couch, already prepared for our snowy adventure. When she caught sight of me, she spun around with an impish grin, eyeing me from head to toe.

"Ho Ho Holy shit, you look good," she quipped, a mischievous glint in her eye. I couldn't help but pause, trying my best to stifle a laugh, but her playful comment broke through, and we both burst into laughter.

"That was so ridiculous," I managed between giggles, and Yunjin chimed in, our laughter intertwining and echoing through the room. Moments like these made our outings even more enjoyable, filled with light-hearted banter and shared joy.

"You look great, honey. Now, do you want to build a snowman?" Yunjin teased, playfully singing a line from the famous Frozen song. I couldn't help but chuckle at her playful antics, her humor adding an extra layer of delight to the moment.

Her spontaneous references to movies or songs always brought a smile to my face, infusing our activities with an added touch of whimsy. It was moments like these, where her playful spirit shone through, that made our time together even more cherished.

As we made our way outside, the crisp air greeted us, the snow-covered landscape sparkling under the winter sun. Yunjin and I ventured into the wonderland, our breaths creating clouds in the chill, the snow crunching beneath our boots.

Yunjin scooped up a handful of snow and without warning, playfully tossed it my way. I dodged, laughing, and retaliated, initiating a friendly snowball fight. Soon, we were both engrossed in the playful exchange, ducking behind mounds of snow, crafting forts out of the fluffy white powder.

The wintry scene around us transformed into a canvas for our amusement. We built a snowman together, each of us contributing unique touches and giggling as we adorned it with a quirky assortment of items we found nearby.

Our cheeks flushed pink from the cold, but our spirits soared high, fueled by the simple joy of spending time together, reveling in the magic of the snow-covered world around us. As the day began to wane, we trudged back home, smiling, with hearts warmed by the shared laughter and the simple pleasures of our snowy escapade.

As we continued our snowy escapade, our laughter echoed through the serene landscape. Amidst the flurry of snowballs and playful antics, I accidentally launched a particularly well-aimed snowball that caught Yunjin off guard. She laughed, brushing off the snow from her jacket with a grin.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to throw that snowball so hard," I exclaimed, half-apologetic and half-teasing.

Yunjin winked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, it's on now!" she declared, scooping up snow with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Our game intensified, each throw met with peals of laughter and good-natured apologies as snowballs flew back and forth. The world around us transformed into a playground, our camaraderie and the lighthearted banter infusing the winter air with warmth.

As the sun started its descent, casting a golden hue over the snow-covered landscape, we settled down on a nearby bench, catching our breath between fits of laughter.

"That was intense," Yunjin chuckled, wiping a trace of snow from her cheek.

"Yeah, but so much fun," I grinned, feeling a sense of pure contentment settle within me.

In moments like these, amidst the playful exchange and the shared joy, the simplicity of the snowy afternoon became a cherished memory, etched in the fabric of our relationship.

Out of breath after our snow ball fight Yunjin spoke up “ Do you want to build a snow man? She started staring at me, with a teasing smile.

As I got up, Yunjin mirrored my movements, and together we gathered the materials needed for our snowman—eyes, buttons, arms, and a carrot for the nose. Yunjin began to sing “Do you want t-”, but before she could finish, I interjected, playfully threatening her with a comical ultimatum.

"Yunjin, if you ask me if I wanna build a snowman one more time, I’m gonna break your jaw and ban sexy time," I teased. She pouted momentarily, but her love for the song persisted as she continued humming it while we assembled our snowy creation.

Finally completing our snowman, Yunjin proposed an unexpected idea. "I think we should make a catman," she suggested excitedly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"A cat man?" I echoed, a touch bewildered by the unexpected suggestion.

"Yeah! A cat snowman!" Yunjin exclaimed, already preparing to bring this feline-inspired creation to life. In that moment, watching her enthusiasm and creativity, my heart swelled with affection. It was these spontaneous, whimsical moments shared with her that solidified my deep love and appreciation for Yunjin.

Completing her cat-man masterpiece, Yunjin drew me close, beaming with pride as she gestured towards our whimsical creations. "Look at our beautiful family," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. I couldn't help but chuckle in response.

"Our cat is a little wonky, just like the snowman," I remarked, glancing at our quirky, slightly asymmetrical creations.

Yunjin chuckled along, nodding in agreement. "But that's what makes them special," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "They have character."

In that simple exchange, I realized the beauty of imperfection, finding charm and uniqueness in our slightly off-kilter snow sculptures. It wasn't about flawlessness; it was about the joy, love, and memories we shared while crafting them. Yunjin's perspective always had a way of highlighting the beauty in the unconventional, making our little creations even more precious to me.

“Anyways” Yunjin's sudden shift in demeanor caught me off guard. Pulling away from me, she dashed toward our creations with surprising speed and delivered an unexpected kick to our snow sculptures. "Fuck them kids!" she exclaimed with a mix of mischief and playful rebellion.

I stood there momentarily stunned, processing the sudden turn of events, before bursting into laughter. Yunjin's spontaneous and outrageous behavior never failed to surprise me, and despite my initial shock, her antics always had a way of turning into moments of shared amusement.

As I chuckled at the absurdity of the situation, I couldn't help but appreciate Yunjin's unpredictable spirit, which constantly injected a sense of unpredictability and liveliness into our time together.

Yunjin's momentum from kicking the snow sculptures caused her to slip and tumble into the soft snow, laughter bubbling out uncontrollably. Concerned yet unable to contain my own laughter, I hurried over to her. However, before I could fully react, she playfully pulled me down beside her, enveloping me in her arms.

"I'm kidding, baby. I love kids," she chuckled between fits of laughter, her playful eyes meeting mine.

"I know, Yunjinie," I reassured her, a smile tugging at my lips as I nestled closer to her in the snow.

We remained there, wrapped up in each other's warmth, surrounded by the tranquility of the snow-covered landscape. In that moment, amidst our laughter and affection, I couldn't help but agree—it was indeed the best snow day ever, a day filled with love, laughter, and the pure joy of being together.

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[lonelywhalien22]

trust me

pairing: bang chan x reader

rating/genre: comfort, fluff, sprinkle of angst

summary: you're having a bad day and your boyfriend chan is there to try and make you feel better.

warnings: reader is low key hella sad in this (take care of yourselves yall <3) + a steamy kiss (very self indulgent ik i'm sorry)

word count: 2.7k

song(s) to listen to while reading: steamroller by phoebe bridgers (reader is hella sad so are we surprised lol), renee's song by bazzi, fall by chloe x halle

note: while i try to tame some bigger fic ideas into submission i'll occasionally polish up + share some of my more decent smaller pieces from years past. pretty sure i wrote this one in the throws of the p*ndemic while struggling with college and feeling hella touch starved...so yeah...enjoy lol <3

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It was one of those days - one where that funny feeling had bubbled up inside of you, seemingly out of nowhere. You knew it all too well by now, knew its signs and its symptoms. One moment you’d be fine, and then it would happen - a dreaded phone call for an appointment that you could no longer put off, a tedious task at work, a much needed item that you’d misplaced and couldn’t find - sometimes it was all of these things in one day and more, and suddenly you weren’t ok. And as much as you’d try to not let all the frustrations of life get to you, as much as you’d try to hold on to the good, to the light, sometimes bit by bit it would still slip from your grasp until you were tired of trying and there was nothing left inside of you but a dull gray.

You hated when you got in these sorts of moods - used to think there'd be some stage in life, some milestone you could reach, thing you could achieve that would make them go away forever, but you’d survived enough of them by now to know that it was a lifelong battle. There were highs and lows, and today just happened to be one of the lows.

Today also just happened to be one where your boyfriend Bang Chan was supposed to be coming over. His presence was one that so often brought light into your life - fun and laughter and a smile to every situation, but despite having accepted that you were in a sour mood, the thought of him seeing you this way made you feel worse instead of better - like a recluse undeserving of such sweet affection. As if he could hear your thoughts from afar, your cellphone began ringing on the kitchen table, temporarily snapping you right out of your self pity.

“Am I still good to stop by in an hour?" You could practically hear the excitement in his voice, imagining his charming smile immediately, but the warmth in your chest only lasted for a second before you just felt even more upset with yourself. You didn’t wanna burden him with your feelings - tramp all over his joy with your frustration.

"Hey Chan. I'm sorry, but I'm kind of feeling like trash right now." You thought maybe that would be the end of it, hoped that he would read between the lines, but he was completely oblivious, a caring tone seeping into his words as he tried to help you instead.

"Are you sick? I can pick up something for you and bring it by if you want.”

"No, that's not exactly it," you began, struggling to find the words. There was a long pause on the line, and you could hear Chan shifting, as if he was sitting up. You cursed in your head. There was no way he was gonna let this go now - not when you were being so distant. 

“Babe, you know you can tell me anything right?” His use of the nickname made your heart flutter again, gently coaxing you to open up to him - to be honest.

“I know.” 

“Then talk to me.”

“I just…I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you say is stupid,” Chan said immediately. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You let out a sigh before nervously continuing. “It’s just…sometimes I’ll get in this really weird headspace and it makes me feel like crap and...I'm just annoyed with myself. I'm sorry if that doesn't make any sense...I think maybe I just need to be alone right now," you tried to get the last words out but began to break down a little as you really thought about what you’d said. Something about hearing it out loud made it feel all the more real, your eyes beginning to water and throat beginning to dry up.

“It sounds like you're upset. You sure you don't want me to come over?” 

You took a big breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking again, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find it in you to say anything else. It felt paralyzing - being stuck between the part of you that just wanted him to be with you and the part that was afraid you’d scare him away forever with your feelings. The more you thought about it the more emotional you got, and you felt a tear run down your cheek before you started to sob silently into the phone.

"Babe? Y/n?” Chan asked, voice becoming laced with concern. 

"Yeah?" It was all you could manage to sob out.

"I'm coming over right now," he said quickly, making the decision for you. You could already hear shuffling sounds in the background as he presumably scrambled to grab his things.

"Give me like twenty minutes ok? And just stay on the line with me please? Can you do that for me?" 

"Yeah. I'm sorry." 

“There's nothing to be sorry for," Chan said softly.

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In less than twenty minutes you heard a hurried knock on your door. Hanging up on your phone, you pulled yourself off of the couch and shuffled over to the entrance of your apartment, unlocking and pulling open the door to reveal your boyfriend's slightly panicked face.

“Hey…” he whispered gently when he saw you. You moved out of the way and he quickly stepped inside, setting down a bunch of bags before he turned back around and immediately enveloped you in his arms. The warmth of his body pressed against yours easily disarmed you, walls falling down so that all you could think about was his sturdy embrace. 

"I'm sorry,” you mumbled into his chest, trying to look at him. “I didn't mean to worry y-" 

"Hmm. Shush. No apologizing. Just let me hold you for a minute, yeah?" 

You nodded your head against him, silent as you slowly relaxed all the muscles in your body and let yourself really feel his warmth, feel all of the love radiating from his body into yours. He smelled like his shower gel, a hint of spearmint seeping into your lungs as your breathing began to slow and your eyes closed, whizzing thoughts in your head beginning to dissipate one by one. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his black sweater, holding on as if you never wanted to let go, and he let you - staying wrapped around you for an entire minute, just like he said. One of his hands stayed firmly wrapped around your waist while the other went up to start rubbing all the way from your head to the middle of your back, repeating the motion leisurely. You released a sigh of content as he did this, feeling yourself start to calm down, heart rate beginning to slow. Eventually he loosened his arms just enough to pull back a little and look at your tear-stained face.

"Let's sit down and I'll get you some food to eat hmm?" he said quietly, thumb wiping across your wet cheeks. You nodded, feeling a bit like a child as he lead you to your couch and wrapped a blanket around you before getting you some food from one of the bags he brought. When he came back you noticed his hair was a bit wet, presumably still drying from a shower he must have taken right before calling you, strands curling from the dampness. And as you looked down at the container of food he’d placed in your hands you realized it was your favorite meal from your favorite place. He even remembered how you always asked for extra sauce. 

Chan stayed silent as you slowly picked up your fork and began to eat, still sniffling a little. He easily found the remote to your tv, switching it on in a practiced familiarity, and put on one of your favorite movies, letting it play softly in the background before digging in to his own food.

When you’d both finished eating, he silently patted his lap, and you knew without any explanation that he was asking you to lean yourself back into his embrace. You did so shyly, Chan grabbing the blanket and draping it around the two of you before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you even closer. Finally you relaxed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck and turning slightly so that you could shamelessly wrap your arms around his middle, no longer even focusing on the tv at all. It felt so comforting to be in his arms that your eyes immediately began to close, his embrace luring you to sleep.

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When you woke up it was dark outside. You blinked a couple times, shifting slightly before realizing that you were still completely wrapped up in Chan’s arms. To your embarrassment, you caught him peeking at you with the softest look on his face, your heart beating a little faster because you’d never been this close to him for so long before. 

“Better?” he asked you simply, thumb moving to rub against your elbow gently.

You opened your eyes a bit wider, immediately beginning to shift up on the couch.

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize how late it was," you said quickly instead of answering his question, feeling guilty as you shifted a little from his embrace. You’d essentially used him as your own personal pillow for who knows how many hours. “I didn’t mean to keep you here like that for so long,” you continued to ramble, but Chan only shook his head in response.

“Y/n. Hey - look at me,” Chan said with a soothing tone. You stopped your shuffling and did as he asked.

“Do you feel better?” he repeated his question from earlier, and you finally nodded a little before picking at the blanket on your lap.

“Yeah. I’m just sorry I wasted your time because of some dumb mood I was in," you responded, annoyed with yourself as you pushed your hair out of your face roughly.

“You know it’s not a crime to feel sad, right?” Chan started gently after a couple beats of silence, clearly trying to find the right words as his thumb continued to lightly rub against your skin. “Even if there isn’t a clear reason - that doesn’t make how you’re feeling any less real.”

“I guess.” You dismissed his words easily, clearly not taking them to heart.

"Why do you always do that?" he asked lightly.

"What do you mean?”

"Talk yourself down. Dismiss how you're feeling,” he elaborated, a little concern in his voice once again. “It makes me worry about you.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise before you looked off to the side. 

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just out of habit.”

Chan tapped your elbow, silently asking you to look at him again. 

"Can I tell you something?” he whispered into the quiet. You nodded curiously.

"I care about you - so much that it scares me sometimes,” he said earnestly, raking a hand through his hair. "You're so thoughtful, so kind, such an amazing listener - you make it so easy for me to be honest about how I'm feeling, and I've never felt more comfortable talking to anyone else,” he continued, looking down a little as he said that last part.

His words made you feel shy all over again, not expecting him to be so open with you. You willed yourself to keep looking at him.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that…I wanna make you feel safe too - safe to share how you’re feeling with me, the good and the bad. Because that’s how you make me feel.” 

“Chan…” you said, lightly smacking his arm in jest as you looked away from him, tears flooding your eyes for a different reason. But he just leaned forward and kissed your temple, pulling you back into his arms gently before continuing.

“Trust me, ok?” Chan asked as you nodded into his chest. “I want you to know that you can always share how you’re feeling with me - even if it’s sad or you don’t think it makes any sense - even if I can’t fix it for you - I’ll always at least be here to listen, I promise. Just don’t hide from me, yeah?”

Tears were falling from your eyes now - not because you were sad, but because Chan’s care for you felt so unconditional, so devoid of judgement - and you’d never known care like that from a partner before. You didn’t have any words to respond in that moment - all you knew was that you wished the two of you could stay on your couch, just like this, forever. 

"I didn't mean to make you cry again," Chan said, a little worried as he saw your expression. "Let me get you some t -”

But you leaned up and kissed him gently, cutting off his words. This wasn't your first kiss, but it was definitely the first that you had initiated. Usually you would just stare at his lips longingly or give the tiniest of hints until he finally caught on to what you wanted, but this time you couldn't hold yourself back. You just felt this boost of confidence, an unrelenting need to express a feeling that words couldn't define. 

Chan was shocked at first, but he quickly fell into it, closing his eyes and immediately wrapping his hands around your waist oh so gently as his lips began to move against yours slowly, lightly, with the utmost care. You each tilted your heads instinctively to opposite sides, still not coming up for any air as you maneuvered yourself back into his lap and brought a hand up to caress the side of his face before combing your fingers through his hair instead, a tiny noise of contentment leaving you in that moment. 

“Y/n…” he groaned softly against your smiling lips. 

"Hmmm?" you responded, still in a feeling of utter bliss. Your other hand was rubbing across his upper chest and shoulder soothingly, and you leaned in and kissed him again before he could even muster enough sense to respond, unable to stop yourself. Chan’s lips began moving against yours again, and he started to lean forward until your back was against a pillow on the couch and he was hovering over you completely. It felt as if he was trying to reach your heart with just the movements his warm, pillowy lips made against yours.

His thumbs started rubbing soothing circles into your waist and you felt like you were floating on a cloud, mind becoming hazy as your head became filled with thoughts of him and only him. He left three final pecks on your lips, finally mustering enough self control to pull back before things got even more heated. His hands slid from your waist all the way up to your cheeks, caressing them softly. 

You were smiling softly but genuinely, in complete bliss as he leaned in and kissed your forehead sweetly before finally saying, “I love you, you know?"

“I love you too,” you whispered quietly, just enough for him to hear. 

He rubbed his thumb near the corner of your lips, eyes crawling all over your face before he said a little regretfully, "I hate for this to end but I don't wanna keep you up any later than it already is."

“Then just stay over for the night. Please?" you begged a little bit and put a pout on your face. He immediately kissed it off of you and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

"Are you sure?"

Neither of you had ever spent the night at each other's place, so it was completely new territory and you could tell he didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the entire situation. You shifted up a little to kiss his forehead back.

“Chan, I want you to. I promise. Please?”

You meant every word. You wanted nothing more than to hold him all night long.

"Ok," he said quietly, grin growing on his face until you saw that cheeky smile you loved so dearly.

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That night was one of the most peaceful you’d ever had in recent memory. Buried deep under your sheets, nestled under the stars, you curled yourself into his arms - so close that you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, slow and steady. And you fell asleep just like that - sweet dreams eventually melting away into the morning sun.

[restlesswritings]

CIX REACTIONS:

Reaction to you wearing their clothes

A/N: Requests open; Pairing: CIX Members x Fem Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive, Cursing Masterlists: CIX JPOP KPOP

BX

You let out a groan, not being able to reach your favorite mug from the top shelf in the cabinet, "Ugh why did he put it up here!" You mumble to yourself, before standing up on your tiptoes, stretching your body as far as you can. "Ugh, almost got i-" Your words trail off when you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you, you twist back to look at them. "Ehm, hey.." You say sheepishly as you're met with your boyfriend, Byounggon, feeling your face heat up because you know he can definitely see your underwear peeking out from his shirt you have on. "Well damn you look good in my shirt.. need help?" He asks, letting out a laugh, making his way over to you, grabbing the cup and placing it in your hands. "Baby! Next time don't put my mug so high up!" You playfully scold, causing him to smirk as he wraps his arms around your waist. "Oh I'm definitely putting everything up high from now on!" He says, shooting you a toothy grin.

Seunghun

"Hey jagi, can you bring me my charger??" Seunghun yells to you from your shared bedroom, causing you to playfully roll your eyes as you grab his charger. "Hun, just pause the gam-" You begin as you walk into the bedroom, stopping when you see the way your boyfriend is looking at you, eyes completely abandoning the game. "What..?" You ask, standing awkwardly in the doorway, he continues staring at you before a smile creeps onto his face. "You're wearing my hoodie?" He asks, a slight smirk evident on his face. "Y-yeah.. you said I could?" You say slightly confused, earning a laugh from him. "I did but I didn't expect you to actually do it.. I like it a lot.." He says, a blush creeping up his face causing you to smile. "Oh? You do?" You ask, making your way to him. "I didn't think you'd like it this much." You say, a smirk making its way on your lips as you plant a quick kiss on his lips before sprinting out of the room, Seunghun trailing behind you.

Yonghee

"Y/N! You look so cute !" Your boyfriend says excitedly when he walks in the door after seeing you wearing one of his hoodies. "Awh haha thanks baby. How was rehearsal?" You ask, cheeks flushed from his previous compliment, Yonghee lets out a laugh at your shyness as he sits next to you. "Jagi, I can't focus right now, you look too cute in my hoodie!" He says, pulling you into his arms. "You're so dramatic!" You say through laughter when his fingers start tickling your sides. "S-stop." You beg, laughter continuing to fill the air as he joins you. "Only if you promise to never wear another hoodie again, only mine." He says in a serious voice, earning an exaggerated nod from you. "Okay yes whatever you want!" You yell out causing his fingers to stop as he pulls you into his arms. "Good, I could get used to this." He says, running his fingers through your hair. "I love you" You say with a smile, giving him a gentle kiss, causing him to smile. "I love you too."

Jinyoung

"What is it babe?" You ask with a laugh, not expecting your boyfriend to look at you like that when you arrived with groceries. "I'm shocked! You look so good you look in my clothes! I didn't think I'd like it this much is all jagi." He says, turning towards you with a loaf of bread in his hands and a nonchalant look. "Why are you surprised? You saw me put it on this morning.. as a matter of fact you were the one who lost my shirt!" You tell him with a loud laugh, glaring your eyes at him as you remember your lost shirt. "Wh-me? I don't remember that, I don't know what you're talking about." Jinyoung defends, holding in his laughter as he looks away from you. "Okay.." You say sarcastically, teasing him as you wrap your arms around him. "Do you really like it when I wear your clothes?" You ask, he nods, returning your embrace before he looks down at you with a smirk. "Although, thinking about this morning.. I like you better without them." He says, earning a playful smack to the chest followed by laughter from both of you.

Hyunsuk

"Hey Y/N, what was that song called aga-" Hyunsuk's words trail off when he sees you laying on the couch in his over-sized t-shirt, his voice causing your head to fly up. You shoot him a confused look when you notice him looking at you. "What's wrong?" You ask as he continues his stare, causing you to sit up in an upright position. "Is that my shirt?" He asks, taking a seat next to you, a smile forming on your lips. "Yes! Did you really think I wouldn't take you up on it when you offered to share your clothes??" You ask with a big smile, bumping his much larger shoulder with yours, causing him to let out a small giggle. "I'm really glad you did.. you look so cute in my clothes jagi." Hyunsuk says sweetly, pulling you into his arms. "I don't think you'll ever get this shirt back though.. it's so comfy!" You tell him as you wrap your arms around him and look up at him. "You can keep it, it looks better on you anyways." He says, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead, causing a giggle to escape your lips.

A/N: They're so CUTE My requests are open! Feel free to request anything! <3

[bubybubsters]

Share (Eris x reader)

a/n: I just feel like writign and i have no ideas. send ideas please. pLus i have almost no life and a bunch of time. Also trying another perspective.... Thanks for voting, this one looked as though it would win so I went ahead and wrote it.

also Eris is high lord

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word count- 1,955

Y/n's POV:

I sighed pushing the branches blocking the hunting path out the way. Cursing myself wouldn't help anything even though I'd been doing it the past hour. I never should have gone so deep into the woods. Now I couldn't find my way back to my cottage. The branch I was holding slipped from my grasp and slapped my face with a loud twang! A string of curses left my mouth and I blushed as a chuckle reached my ears.

A red haired high fae male appeared, his clothes the color of the forest around us. No wonder I hadn't seen him. He smirked at me, "Such a pretty girl with such a dirty mouth, how shocking."

I glowered at him but didn't deign to respond. His face became more serious and he smiled, "Look there's and inn kinda close, I'm going there. You look like you could use a hot bath and a place to sleep, so put aside your pride and join me unless you have somewhere else to be?"

I thought about it, I really didn't want to admit I was lost but... well I was lost. Besides a bath and shelter was good enough a reason to follow this arrogant male. "Okay, lead on."

He grinned, "As you wish lady, my name is Eris and this is going to be a lovely 9 miles." I cursed in my head, 9 miles? I'd probably already trekked 50+ miles (a/n: fae can do that right?). I followed after Eris and was amazed when it seemed as if all the trees were moving out of his way. Thats when his name hit me.

Eris. As in the high lord? I opened my mouth to ask but he cut me off, "Yes I am the High Lord, no I can't read your mind. To be fair I can practically sense your shock from here though." I stared at his back for a moment.

"Well then my lord, what are you doing out here by yourself?"

He glanced back and gave me a look. "First of all I'm not by myself am I? Second, what happened to the rude girl that curses? And third, just call me Eris please."

I raised my brows, "That 'rude girl that cusses' is still here, she just became slightly more polite. Thank you for your input on my attitude Eris."

I watched as Eris' body shook with silent laughter. "No problem, but I don't believe I ever got your name."

I hesitated, weighing my options. He was my high lord but he might not appreciate what I was doing every day. "Y/n."

Eris stopped so suddenly I smacked straight into his chest, not realising he'd turned around. "The Y/n who saved dozens of villages when my father and I fought? The one who keeps helping with the rebuilding effort by defending the villages from the creatures that come out at night? The person my soldiers can never find? That Y/n?"

I grimaced, he was making my actions seem a lot more vital than they actulaly were. "Yeah, that Y/n." I looked down at the ground, sure soldiers were about to leap out and arrest me.

Instead I felt cold fingers on my chin, lifting my head to look into Eris's amber eyes. He smiled and I gawked at him. "You're not mad?"

He stared at me, confused. "Why would I be mad? You've been helping so much and you always seem to be there when I can't. Even my brothers respect you."

I gawked at him, his brothers respected me? The Vanserra family had a reputation for scorning everything and everyone. “Well if I’m so amazing, why would you send your soldiers looking for me, high lord?

Eris blinked, “Uh because I wanted to reward you. What did you think? That I was going to punish you for helping my people?”

“Well…yes?”

Eris sighed and turned back around, starting to make his way to the inn. “I would never.” I blinked at his back, I’d heard Eris was a considerably better high lord than he father but still. “I- okay thanks?”

Eris laughed, “no need to thank me little fox, you’re the one helping my court afterall.”

As we continued through the woods, I realised the path was getting wider and looked as though more people had been walking here. We must be getting close.

moments later we came to the outskirts of a town. Only a few buildings littered the streets but it seemed to be quite crowded. Eris let me to a run down building in what seemed to be the middle of town. It was the tallest building and had lots of windows. All the lights were blazing but shadows still lurked in corners. Eris led the inside, letting me trail behind him.

When we reached the clerk she looked at Eris and I and recognition flashed over her face. She bowed her head, “High Lord, Y/n; savior of life and defender against evil.”

Eris cast an amused glance back at me and I grimaced at the title the lesser fad had given to me. Eris smirked, full of arrogance and swagger as he said, “we’ll need two rooms or one room with two beds.”

The clerk paled, “high lord, we only have one room left and it only has one bed. We could kick another out for your comfort?”

Both Eris and I said at the same time, “no need, we’ll share.” I glared at Eris as he sent an exasperated look my way.

Sighing I turned back to the clerk, “as long as there’s room for one of us to sleep on the floor.”

Now the clerk winced, “Well… it’s the last basement room and um the smallest. It has a bed and a bathroom, no room for anything else. Deepest apologies my lord and lady.”

I glanced at Eris but he seemed the same as ever, completely unruffled. He smiled at her, “Thank you, we’ll take that room if it’s not to much trouble.”

I stared at him, were we going to share a bed? Because I did not like where this was heading. The clerk sputtered apologies and led us down a narrow, spiraling staircase. We emerged in a dark hallway with a few rooms on either side. She led us to the end of the hall and opened the last door on the left. Eris and I stepped in as she bowed and murmured thanks and apologies.

The room could’ve been a big closet, it had one bed about the length of a single pillow and a small door leading to a small tub and sink. I closed the door as we took the room in and my chest brushed against Eris’ shoulder. We stood on the only floor space available, about as big as a coffee table.

Silence reigned until I cleared my throat and started to open the door, "uh.... I'll just leave you. I can probably find my own place to sleep." Giving Eris a small smile I added, "thank you High lord for leading me to this town."

Eris flashed me his signature smirk, "didn't I tell you to call me Eris?" Not waiting for an answer he continued, "And you're staying, you will sleep in that bed whether you like it or not. Besides if anyone's leaving, its me if you don't want me here."

This male really was the opposite of his father, he seemed to be giving me a choice. "Well then Eris, I'd like to stay and since I don't seem to be in the position to kick you out I guess you'd better stay as well. And I don't care if you've given me permission, Im not kicking my high lord out."

This time when Eris smirked it was feral and very, very suggestive. I glared at him and stalked into the bathroom, "I call bath rights."

Eris's POV:

Eris couldn't seem to stop thinking about Y/n as the sounds of running water filled the tiny room. He sat on the bed, it was small enough that he would have to touch her, there was no way around it. By the looks of it, sleeping would be most comfortable if he cuddled her. Which by the looks of the glare, she did not seem to be remotely interested in.

He still couldn't believe that she was the Y/n that he had thanked many times. She'd saved at least half his people by now. She seemed so fragile when he'd first saw her, despite having at least 10 weapons that weren't hidden.

He jolted as the bathroom door opened and Y/n appeared. Heat immediately rose to his face, she had just undergarments on. She gave him a look that told him not to say anything about it as she set her weapons on a hook on the wall. "I didn't bring night clothes so you're going to have to suck it up and stop staring like an idiot."

Eris gave her the cockiest grin he could muster up, "Don't worry, I usually sleep in my underwear but for you I can do nude." She looked about ready to slap him as he swaggered past her to the bath. When he brushed her shoulder he leaned down and whispered, "You'll be naked soon enough as well."

For the rest of the bath he couldn't get the image of her bright red face out of his mind.

Y/n's POV: (why am i switching back to first person?)

You'll be naked soon enough as well.

Eris's words kept ringing in my head as he bathed. I couldn't help but think of the muscles so clear through his too tight shirt. I sighed, picking at my clothes before stripping so I was naked. Two could play at this game.

As I climbed beneath the covers I turned my thoughts toward Eris' extremely muscled chest so when he came out he would be sure to smell my arousal. It couldn't be missed as I felt my body heat up.

The door to the bathroom opened and Eris appeared with a towel slung low across his hips. Cauldron that chest. He sniffed and his gaze immediately shot to me. Then to the undergarments hanging next to my weapons. His nostrils flared as he climbed into bed so we were facing eachother, lips bare inches apart.

i felt the covers shift as he removed his towel and tossed it over his shoulder. I slowly moved my legs forward and entangled them with his.

Silence settled for a while as we just stared into eachothers eyes, content to be there. I'd made the first move, I wasn't going to make another. And thank the mother I didn't have to. Eris held my eyes as he slowly leaned forward, placing his lips onto mine.

The kiss was soft and tender at first but when I didn't pull away, Eris deepened the kiss so it was desperate and passionate. It felt so good to be kissing this male, it felt right.

Eventually I had to pull away and when I looked into Eris's eyes they were soft and he was smiling at me. A real smile, not a smirk. I leaned forward and quickly pecked his lips and turning around before he could see the blush that stained my cheeks.

But his soft chuckle told me he had caught it. Eris slung an arm over me pulling me into his chest. "Goodnight little fox, sleep well."

I smiled to myself, realising that this was the most comfortable I'd felt since my familys death to Beron's fire.

So of course, that's when the bond snapped into place, ringing in my ears. In my soul.

a/n: think this is my longest fic yet! hope you enjoyed!

[fanficdelulus]

Additions

Fate (Gojo x Fem! Reader)

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As time passed, you attempted to rebuild your life. Returning to your sorcerer duties, you were assigned to work closely with Shoko for the next few months. It was a healing process, both physically and emotionally.

Every day, a small glimmer of a smile graced your lips as you witnessed Satoru and Megumi more frequently. Being able to contribute at the school provided a sense of normalcy. It was a gradual journey of recovery, slowly mending the wounds left by the past.

Satoru grinned as he held his phone to his ear. "No coming home until you've recovered the curse object, okay?" he told Megumi, his voice full of amusement. Megumi's response was less than pleased as he quickly hung up.

You watched this exchange and couldn't help but tease. "You sent him to look for a curse object, and it didn't end up being there, so now he's looking for what appears to be a needle in a haystack, am I correct, my love?" you questioned, a playful glint in your eyes as he returned to cuddle with you on the couch.

With a soft chuckle, Satoru gently pulled you into his embrace. "Correct, my darling," he replied, his arms encircling you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead before continuing, "But it's all part of the job. Megumi needs to learn the ropes, and sometimes that means a bit of a wild goose chase." He grinned, his eyes filled with love and mischief. "Besides, it gives us some alone time."

You playfully rolled your eyes and then swiftly stole a kiss from his lips, a sweet, affectionate peck that spoke volumes of your feelings for him. You relaxed further into his warm embrace. "He's a bright kid; he'll be fine," you whispered, your voice carrying an undercurrent of love and trust.

As you rested your head against his chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The comforting sound, like a lullaby, eased your worries and lulled you toward peaceful sleep. In Satoru's arms, you felt safe and loved, a sense of tranquility washing over you.

Your husband's voice gently pulled you from your slumber, and as you opened your eyes, his beaming smile met you. He was clearly excited to share something. He began explaining why he had woken up so suddenly, and his enthusiasm was unmistakable.

"The higher-ups are being hard asses because a special-grade curse object is missing, and they want me to go look. But, I managed to get us enough time to see the sights while we're there," he happily informed you. Even in the midst of his busy schedule and responsibilities, his affection for you shone through brightly.

You groggily smiled at him, appreciating the love and thoughtfulness that remained unwavering. In this moment, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world to have a husband who cherished and cared for you so deeply.

And that's how you found yourselves at Sugisawa High School.

With a playful grin, Gojo couldn't help but poke fun at Megumi. "Well, well, Megumi, it looks like someone had a rough day, huh?" he quipped as he transported the two of you to the school. His tone was teasing and filled with friendly banter.

The moment you both landed at Sugisawa High School, your concern was solely for Megumi. You rushed to his side, the sight of the wound on his head making your stomach churn as blood trickled down.

You used your healing technique, and in no time, his injuries were mended. While Gojo and Megumi conversed, you couldn't help but notice the presence of the pink-haired boy.

"Uhhh, Gumi, who's this? And did you find—" you began to ask, but the pink-haired boy calmly interrupted.

"I ate it," he said.

The mystery of the missing special grade object and the peculiar pink haired boy had taken an unexpected turn, and you couldn't contain your laughter when your husband confirmed that he had in fact merged with Sukuna.

"So, can you switch?" Satoru inquired with genuine curiosity, his eyes keenly observing the boy through his blindfold. It was a peculiar situation, and you both were eager to hear the answer.

Clearly perplexed by the question, you gently clarified, "Can you switch between Sukuna? He's the cursed object you ate." You took a seat beside Megumi, trying to provide some reassurance.

The pink-haired boy seemed to grasp the concept. "Oh, yeah," he answered.

Satoru's eyes sparkled as he grinned. "Ten seconds. Take control back after ten seconds, got it?"

The kid hesitated, but you were quick to soothe his doubts. "Don't worry about it. He's the strongest there is," you joyfully reassured, blowing a kiss towards your husband. “That's right, darling," he said with confidence as he playfully threw the treats bag toward Megumi, who skillfully caught it.

"Those treats are for your mom and me on the bullet train home," Satoru instructed Megumi just before Sukuna's chilling presence materialized right behind him.

Giggling at the spirited fight, you watched as Satrou skillfully dodged each of Sukuna's attempts. While you indulged in a mochi, you offered one to Megumi, who was fully absorbed in the spectacle.

A soft smile graced your lips as the pink-haired kid regained control over Sukuna. "What a surprise, I guess you really can control it," your husband happily noted as he approached him, effortlessly knocking him out with just two fingers. He then gently slung him over his shoulder.

With a warm and supportive smile, you asked, "So what's the plan, babe?" You stood up, gracefully dusting off your dress, and walked over to your husband's side. With a gentle touch, you healed any injuries the kid had sustained.

As the silence hung in the air, it was Megumi who broke it, his voice tinged with concern. "What's going to happen to him?" he asked, his curiosity mixed with empathy.

"Well, if he wakes up and isn't possessed, he might have a chance at becoming a vessel," Satoru explained, turning toward Megumi. Then, he posed a question, "Question for you, though. What should I do with him?"

You pulled your hair into a loose bun, with a few stray strands framing your face perfectly. You sent a supportive smile to Megumi, not only encouraging him to do the right thing but to follow his heart in this difficult decision.

Finally, he spoke, his voice reflecting his inner struggle, and you remained by his side, a symbol of unwavering support. "Even if he ends up becoming a vessel... Under Jujutsu regulations, he should be executed. But, I don’t want him to die."

"Hmm, is that a personal request?" Satoru's voice held a playful note as a smile began to pull at his lips.

Megumi's eyes were filled with earnest emotion as he responded, "Yes, I’m asking you to do something about it."

A tender warmth enveloped Satoru's features, as he softly cupped his face. "My precious student and son asking for assistance?" he mused, his smile growing. "Of course, I'll do it!" He ruffled Megumi's dark locks, his heart filled with love and pride.

In that poignant moment, your heart swelled with overwhelming pride at your son's actions. His unwavering determination to save a friend spoke to the core of your beliefs about his character and his potential.

Tears of admiration welled up in your eyes, and you couldn't help but be deeply moved by Megumi's display of empathy and kindness. You knew, in the depths of your being, that your son was not just destined for greatness as a sorcerer, but also for greatness as a compassionate and caring human being.

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Walking hand in hand towards the crematorium, your steps were filled with a sense of both hope and apprehension. "He told us to meet him here?" you questioned, the building before you seeming like a place of important decisions.

Satoru's response carried a bit of optimism. "Yeah, so, do you think he's going to say yes? I'll bet you 700,000¥ he does.."

His playful bet lightened the mood, and you couldn't help but smile. "You're no better than Mei-Mei," you playfully chided, while inside, you couldn't deny the concern that Megumi's request held. As you safely crossed the street together, it was clear that the outcome of this meeting would weigh heavily on all of you.

Sitting on a bench outside the crematorium, Yuji Itadori, the boy whose fate had now become intertwined with yours and your husband's, sat between you two. The looming smoke clouds added to the heavy atmosphere, and you knew this wasn't just about a funeral, but the beginning of something much bigger.

Satoru couldn't contain his curiosity and asked the question that was on his mind, "Who died?" With a hint of sorrow in his eyes, Yuji replied, "My grandpa, but he was more like my dad."

The weight of those words settled upon you like a heavy shroud. You knew all too well the depth of that loss, having experienced it yourself when your parents had been taken from you. In that shared moment of sorrow, you couldn't help but empathize with Yuji's pain.

Maternally, your fingers traced soothing patterns on Yuji's back, knowing that words often weren't enough to ease the pain. Your husband, ever sensitive to the emotions of those around him, gently continued the conversation.

"I'm sorry we're bothering you at a time like this," he began, crossing his long legs as he sat beside him. "So, have you made your decision?" Satoru inquired, his voice filled with empathy, understanding the depth of Yuji's sorrow.

Yuji paused, his eyes reflecting a mix of uncertainty and curiosity as he considered the question. "Are there a lot of deaths with curses like this?" he softly inquired.

Satoru leaned forward, his voice steady as he began to explain, "Well, this is a truly unusual circumstance, but if you're talking about potential damage, then yes. To be honest, you're lucky if you can die a normal death after running into a curse. Even if they find you torn up limb from limb, it still might be considered alright."

He let his words linger, allowing Yuji a moment to absorb the weight of what he was saying. "If you're going to start investigating Sukuna's remains, you're going to bear witness to the horrors of the Jujutsu world. Grotesque scenes will become an increasing occurrence... I also can't promise you that you won't become a victim one day," Satoru finished, underlining the grim reality of their work.

You knew that Satoru's words were a necessary warning, a glimpse into the potential dangers that lay ahead. "But," you added, your voice gentle and reassuring, "Satoru and I will be there to help you along the way." Your words were infused with a sense of maternal warmth, letting Yuji know that he wouldn't be alone in this perilous journey.

As Yuji beamed with gratitude and posed his next question, the gleam of determination in his eyes was unmistakable. It was apparent that he was approaching this with a level of maturity and consideration that belied his age. "If Sukuna is eliminated, will there be fewer people killed by curses?" he inquired, his gaze unwavering.

Satoru responded to his question, confirming that eliminating Sukuna would indeed reduce the number of casualties inflicted by curses. Yuji's next query, though, caught you off guard. He asked if you still had the cursed finger, and before anyone could react, Satoru handed it to him.

“This thing so disgusting now that I really look at it”

You were just about to agree with Yuji, finding the finger quite disgusting, when he suddenly took you all by surprise by devouring it in a single, swift motion. Horror etched across your face as you watched this seemingly irrational act. It was a powerful reminder of the dangerous path that Yuji had chosen, one where he would face the grotesque and the unimaginable horrors of the Jujutsu world, all for the sake of saving others.

A chill ran up your spine, and every fiber in your being alerted you to the danger that sat between you and your husband. But as quickly as it came, it left, replaced by something astonishing.

"Gross, it tastes so bad it's making me laugh," Yuji chuckled, his laughter echoing with a unique blend of bravery and innocence. You joined in, your laughter filled with relief. Your husband's blindfold-covered eyes met yours, and in that exchange, you both recognized the extraordinary spirit this boy possessed. There was something undeniably remarkable about him, a rare combination of courage and purity that warmed your hearts.

As Yuji stood in front of you and your husband, the gravity of his decision weighed on the atmosphere. Satoru shifted closer to you, and the two of you occupied the bench, creating a united front. His arm extended around your shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"Well, Yuji, are you genuinely prepared for the road ahead?" Satoru's voice held a blend of curiosity and encouragement.

In a moment of contemplation, Yuji paused, his hands slipping into his pockets. He peered into the unknown, pondering the path he was about to tread. "Not really," he confessed, his voice carrying the raw honesty of someone who felt the weight of destiny on their shoulders. "I don't understand why it had to be me, but I can't simply stand by and let this curse continue."

His resolve strengthened with each word. "I've made up my mind. I'm going to consume the rest of Sukuna. I'm already certain that this is how I'll meet my end."

A soft, understanding smile graced your lips as you regarded Yuji. The unwavering determination in his eyes made Megumi's insistence on saving him all the more evident. In that moment, you silently pledged to make the most out of Yuji's life, adding him to the ever-growing list of children you vowed to protect and support.

Your husband chuckled, a genuine warmth in his voice. "You're already growing on me, kid," he said with an approving grin. He glanced your way, knowing you shared his sentiment. "And I'm pretty sure I can say the same for my wife," he added, his hand extended to help you to your feet. With his assistance, you rose, offering a reassuring smile to Yuji.

"Alright kiddo, grab your belongings and have everything ready by the end of the day," your husband instructed, his fingers entwined with yours.

"Uh, are we going somewhere?" Yuji questioned, curiosity in his eyes. You were about to answer, but your son Megumi had finally arrived.

"To Tokyo," Megumi replied as he walked up to Yuji, the anticipation of the new journey evident in his tone.

"Wow, Fushiguro, you look so much better," Yuji exclaimed as he noticed Megumi behind him. Megumi nodded, saying, "Yeah, our teacher over there patched me up," gesturing towards you.

A warm smile graced your lips as you walked over to the two boys, extending a hand to Yuji. "I help out when I'm not on missions. You can call me [Surname] if it makes things easier," you warmly offered as you shook his hand, welcoming him into your expanding circle of care.

"Wow, there must be a bunch of students if there's two of you," Yuji marveled, clearly impressed. Your laughter bubbled out in response, and Satoru chimed in, "Actually, there are only three students in our first-year class," offering a bit of clarification.

"Only three?" Yuji exclaimed in genuine surprise, his eyes widening. Satoru couldn't help but tease a bit, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yep, it's like a personal training session," he remarked, adding to the humor.

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Yuji's excitement was palpable as he took in the beauty of the prestigious school, the two of you escorting him through the campus. As the three of you passed by the gardens, he suddenly inquired, "Where's Fushiguro?"

"Oh, he's sleeping. If he wants my technique to fully help him, he needs to sleep it off," you explained. You eventually reached an impasse. "Well, I've got to get back to Shoko. I'll see you for lunch, right, baby?" you asked.

"Of course, my darling," Satoru affirmed before swiftly planting a kiss on your lips. Your cheeks flushed red as you turned away and said, "Do your best at your interview, Yuji!" before rushing off towards the medical sector.

“Interview?” Yuji began as he glanced over at Satrou,

“yeah about that..”

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"Yo, kids!" Satoru's voice boomed, drawing the attention of both Megumi and Yuji. "Hey!" Yuji greeted with a grin as he stood up, his new uniform fitting him nicely.

"You look fresh. I like the hoodie, nice touch," you complimented, nodding approvingly at his attire.

"I didn't add it," Yuji admitted sheepishly, playing with the material."Gojo did that; he's quirky that way," Megumi explained with a small smile as the four of you continued your walk down the vibrant streets of Harajuku.

As the four of you rounded the corner, the sound of a teenage girl loudly talking with a talent agent caught your attention. You couldn't stop laughing, even with Megumi's comment.

"Are we gonna talk to her?" he questioned with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "How embarrassing," Yuji added, looking like a true tourist with his New Year's glasses, a crepe in one hand, and popcorn in the other.

"Look who's talking," Megumi playfully chided, as your laughter continued.

"I like her spirit. I think she'd go pretty far in New York," you commented, still amused by the whole situation. Satoru called her over, waving to draw her attention.

"Hey! Over here!" he exclaimed, effectively drawing her towards your bandage-wearing husband.

After a quick exchange of greetings, Nobara couldn't help but comment, "Wow, you're so beautiful," as she approached you. Your curls and golden hoops shined brightly under the sun. She then turned her attention to Satoru and asked, "How the hell did you end up marrying this bandage-wearing weirdo?"

Your laughter filled the air as you found her feisty and straightforward nature quite refreshing. It was clear that she wouldn't let anything stand in her way. Once your laughter subsided, you pulled her into a warm hug, expressing, "I'm thrilled to have a girl in the group, and a straightforward one at that." With a smile, you released her from the embrace.

"Alright, baby, want to tell the kids where we're going today?" you posed, excitement in your voice as the group eagerly turned their attention to Satoru. "We're going on a tour of... TOKYO!" he exclaimed with infectious enthusiasm. The enthusiasm was contagious, and Yuji and Nobara immediately tackled the two of you with hugs, their excitement bubbling over into joyful squeals.

Their once palpable excitement had dissipated by the time the five of you arrived at an abandoned building in Roppongi. The bright enthusiasm from the prospect of a tour had given way to a sense of foreboding as Satoru explained the grim situation.

"You said we were going on a tour," Nobara and Yuji both whined, a mix of disappointment and anxiety coloring their voices. Satoru's face grew serious as he revealed the presence of curses and the strange disappearances in the area. He instructed the two young Jujutsu sorcerers to enter the building and eliminate any curses they found.

Megumi, on the other hand, stood up to join them, but Gojo swiftly intervened, instructing him to stay behind. The sense of unease deepened, and the reality of their duties as sorcerers hung heavily in the air.

Once the two were out of sight, Satoru plopped right down next to Megumi. He flashed a playful grin as he began, "I can feel you staring." He continued, "Your mom and I have noticed something too. Yuji probably isn't completely sane, considering he used to be a regular high schooler who hadn't had any interactions with curses whatsoever."

Satoru shifted his gaze, his expression growing more thoughtful. "And Nobara, well, despite her experience, the curses she's dealt with in the countryside are nothing compared to the ones here in the city." He leaned back, the weight of their duty and the unpredictability of the curses heavy on his mind.

You turned toward your husband, a sweet smile on your lips. "Could you give me two hair ties, baby?" His eyes softened as he reached into his pocket, retrieving two hair ties. It was a habit he had developed once you two started training together on a daily basis, always prepared to help you.

You took one from him, your fingers gently brushing against his, a silent connection that spoke of your shared journey. With his support, you pulled your hair into low space buns, two stray strands framing your face. It was a small gesture, but it held the depth of your bond and your shared experiences.

As Nobara and Yuji emerged from the building with a small boy in tow, your eyes lit up with pride. You couldn't help but shower them with praise for a job well done. Your warm smiles and heartfelt congratulations showed how proud you were of their achievement.

The joy in Nobara and Yuji's eyes was unmistakable as they basked in your praise. Your words of encouragement and pride had a profound impact on them, and their smiles widened in response. Their success and your support had made this experience even more rewarding, creating a sense of camaraderie and fulfillment among the five of you.

Meanwhile, Satoru took on the responsibility of looking after the child they had rescued, showing his caring and responsible side as well. It was a moment of success and compassion that warmed your heart.

As the day's events began to wind down, and the five of you strolled through the city, Satrou's voice held a note of pride. "Alright, kids, good job today," he praised. "Dinner's on me tonight." His hand intertwined with yours, and you chuckled at Yuji and Nobara's immediate excitement as they asked Megumi about the best places to eat in the city, considering his urban upbringing.

Your husband leaned in, his breath brushing your ear as he whispered, "Things are getting exciting, don't you think?" You gazed at the three young sorcerers conversing, witnessing the bonds forming and the adventures awaiting them. Your heart warmed, and you found yourself in agreement with Satrou, embracing the joy and challenges of this new chapter, your son making friends and your family growing closer.

Dinner was a lively affair. The five of you gathered at a cozy izakaya in Tokyo, each of you with your own distinct tastes in food. Yuji and Nobara excitedly ordered a variety of dishes they'd never tried before, while you and Megumi appreciated the familiar flavors of the city you had grown up in. Satoru, as always, had his unique preferences, which never ceased to amuse and entertain everyone.

Amidst shared laughter and stories, you all began to bond. The young sorcerers learned more about their teachers and vice versa. Satoru was an endless source of entertaining anecdotes, and his dynamic personality filled the room with a palpable energy.

As the evening progressed, your heart swelled with a sense of happiness and fulfillment. These moments, where the five of you felt like a true family, were what made the trials of the Jujutsu world worth it.

Your phone rang, and you excused yourself from the table, stepping outside to take the call in private. The voice on the other end was stern and unyielding, sending shivers down your spine.

"[Name], in the next 72 hours, you will be sent on a mission to Mexico. Before you depart, you must become fluent in Spanish," the official stated firmly. The impossible demand seemed to hang in the air like a storm cloud, casting a shadow on the night.

You felt a bead of sweat form on your forehead as your mind raced with the enormity of the task. Fluent in three days? It was an almost insurmountable challenge, and you couldn't help but express your disbelief and frustration.

"Fluent in three days?" you questioned, your voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of frustration. The weight of this demand threatened to crush your spirits, especially given the limited time frame.

"Mrs. Gojo, when you first came to Japan, you were quite adept in learning Japanese before your arrival. We have complete faith you'll be able to do it again," the official responded, their words cold and unforgiving. The urgency in their tone only added to the mounting tension.

As the call ended, you couldn't help but feel the pressure building around you. The demands from the special counsel were relentless, and you couldn't ignore the toll it was taking on your body and mind. The burden of your unique abilities and the constant expectations weighed heavily on your shoulders, and it didn't go unnoticed by Satoru, who observed your struggle with growing concern. The weight of the world rested on your shoulders, and the countdown to your next mission had begun.

While your students and husband tried to hide their disappointment, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the special counsel's constant control over your every movement, dictating your life as a jujutsu sorcerer.

Satoru, ever the master of creating memorable moments, suggested karaoke after dinner as a send-off before you'd have to plunge back into the murky waters of your next mission. The idea was met with enthusiasm from the students, particularly Yuji and Nobara, who were eager to showcase their singing skills. The karaoke room became a brief refuge from the constant control of the counsel, where you could be yourself.

As the karaoke room filled with music, laughter, and the joy of the moment, it was a profound experience. Gojo's choice to play your favorite song, "Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears, wasn't lost on anyone. You had an infectious enthusiasm that made the otherwise stern environment of Jujutsu High feel like home.

Megumi, who had spent most of his formative years under your loving care, shared a knowing look with his mentor, Gojo. He knew the significance of that song. You had a knack for playing it during your daily household routines – cooking, cleaning, or even just goofing around. It was a symbol of your free spirit and your ability to find joy in the ordinary.

Megumi nodded his approval, acknowledging your lively spirit with a hint of pride in his eyes. He watched as you took the microphone, and the room filled with applause and encouragement. This was a rare moment of carefree enjoyment, a glimpse of your vibrant personality that the Special Counsel often suppressed.

After your heartfelt performance, you and Nobara took the stage one more time, further amplifying the joy and camaraderie in the room.

As the final song faded away, Yuji, with his kind heart and curious nature, couldn't help but notice the difference in appearance between you and Megumi. His question was genuine, as he asked Megumi if you were his mother. Megumi, deeply moved by the question and the significance of family, recalled your teachings.

With a gentle smile, he turned to Yuji and shared a profound truth, "Yes, she is." He continued, "Family isn't just about blood; it's about love, care, and the bonds we create." This sentiment resonated with everyone in the room, transcending the confines of blood relations. It was a powerful testament to the love, acceptance, and wisdom that had bound you and Megumi as family. Your students admired you not just as a mentor but as a person whose love had forged an unbreakable and unique bond.

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In the span of 48 hours, a remarkable transformation occurred as you devoted yourself to mastering the Spanish language. It was an astonishing display of your intelligence and determination. But for Satoru, this incredible feat brought not only amazement but also deep concern.

As he observed your relentless pursuit of fluency, he couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that had settled in his heart. He was well aware of your extraordinary talents, particularly your remarkable Reverse Cursed Technique. You had the power to mend your body and mind, a gift that appeared almost effortless, but like all things there was toll it took on your body.

You were pushing yourself to the limit, the exhaustion etched in the lines on your face and the weariness that clung to your every movement. While your Reverse Cursed Technique could mend your body when needed, he knew that it couldn't erase the effects of the relentless effort you were putting in. You weren't invulnerable, and this rapid learning process was testing your physical and mental limits.

Deep down, he wanted to see you step away from this life, away from the control of the higher-ups. But the harsh reality was that the shackles ran deep, and no amount of healing could mend the unseen wounds you carried. Your battle was not only with curses but also with the forces that sought to dominate your very existence.

A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he noticed your eyelids growing heavy during the drive to the private airfield. It was a stark reminder of how relentless your efforts had been. As he pulled you gently into his arms, it was impossible not to notice the utter exhaustion etched on your face. The lines of weariness were more pronounced, and the weight of your responsibilities had taken its toll.

Although your abilities were undoubtedly remarkable, but they concealed a deeply troubled history.

You weren't born into the world of sorcerers; rather, you were thrust into it by the cruel hand of fate. Your powers were not a gift but a means of survival, a response to Toji's unanticipated, twisted, and merciless attack on your family. From that tragic night, your life spiraled into a relentless chain of dangers, unforeseen horrors, and the heavy burden of protecting those around you. It was a life marked by countless untold horrors, a journey you never asked for but were forced to endure.

Satoru understood that your story, woven with suffering and resilience, had an indelible influence on his perception of the world. He realized that the cruelty of the world extended beyond the boundaries of being just a Jujutsu sorcerer. Sorcerer or not, the world could be an incredibly harsh place, and your experiences had left a lasting mark on his heart.

Yet, the higher-ups held true control not only over you but over him as well, a realization that weighed heavily on his shoulders.

In his heart, he wished, more fervently than he could express, for your freedom from this life. But the intricacies of your situation, the dark forces pulling the strings from the shadows, made it a challenge unlike any other.

The hum of the engine provided a soothing backdrop as the two of you neared the airfield. Satoru couldn't bear to wake you from your much-needed rest. He cherished these moments when he could hold you close and shield you from the unforgiving world you both navigated.

With a soft, affectionate smile, he whispered, "Darling, it's time to wake up." You let out a gentle groan as you reluctantly opened your eyes. The early morning light filtered into the car, making you squint as you slowly stirred, seeking comfort in the warmth of his embrace before facing another challenging mission.

With your groggy yawns and sleepy eyes, you managed to muster enough energy to step out of the car, and Satoru quickly followed suit. He took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, as he led you towards the staircase that would take you to the private jet.

As you made your way towards the stairs, his grip on your hand was firm but gentle, a silent reassurance that he would always be there for you. The love he felt for you was evident in his eyes, and even though he didn't say it, the lingering embrace before you stepped onto the plane spoke volumes. He would miss you more than he could express, and he couldn't wait for the moment when you'd be back in his arms.

"Be safe, my love," Satoru whispered, his warm breath caressing your ear before passionately capturing your lips. Despite being married for nearly a decade, your cheeks still grew warm at his unparalleled affection. You held onto him for a lingering moment, savoring the love and connection you shared.

"I will, I love you," you softly stated as you hugged him tight, your heart heavy with the weight of your unspoken worries. "I love you more," he replied with a playful grin, but you could see the deep affection in his eyes, a mixture of love and concern.

Then, you hesitantly continued, "Toru... this feels wrong, it’s just like last time." Your voice carried the weight of your concern, and the heavy sigh that followed revealed your unease, exposing the vulnerabilities that had been haunting your heart.

Satoru's touch was gentle as he cupped your face, his eyes locked onto yours, radiating sincerity. "My love, I promise you, everything will be fine," he reassured you, his voice filled with tenderness. "Today, is the only day I'll be away because of my meeting with the higher-ups, but I have Ijichi working with them. You know how dependable he is."

His words were like a soothing balm, easing your anxiety, and you nodded, feeling the weight of your concerns gradually lifting. "I trust you," you whispered, a small, genuine smile forming on your lips. In Satoru's embrace, you found the strength to face any uncertainty, and a sense of security enveloped you.

With a deep breath, you reluctantly released yourself from Satoru's embrace. "I'll be careful," you promised, your eyes still locked onto his, not wanting to part but knowing your duty called.

Satoru nodded, a mixture of pride and worry in his eyes. "I know you will, my love. You're strong and capable. Just come back to me safely."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them back. You leaned in for one last lingering kiss, pouring all your love and longing into that moment. Then, you turned and headed off towards your next mission, carrying Satoru's love and encouragement with you, knowing that he was always by your side in spirit.

Touching down in Oaxaca, you eagerly disembarked the plane, relishing the sensation of solid ground beneath your feet. Stretching, you discreetly employed a minuscule amount of your reverse curse technique, restoring your body to its optimal state.

Awaiting you was an older, single-cab pickup truck, its worn exterior hinting at the challenges it had weathered. Armed with the rough coordinates of one of Sukana’s fingers, you set out on a winding journey through the beautifully lush Sierra Juárez forest.

As the dense foliage enveloped the road, a sense of unease crept over you. The mission seemed oddly intricate – the special counsel sending you to confront a cartel attempting to enter the Jujutsu black market with one of Sukana’s fingers. The intricate web of motives and alliances left you pondering the true depths of the occult underworld you navigated.

Exiting the pickup, you found yourself in the very last village on the outskirts, surrounded by the perpetual Sierra Juárez forest. The mountain ranges stretched majestically, adorned with a tapestry of lush trees and flourishing forestry. The air carried the distinct fragrance of nature's symphony, a harmonious blend that spoke of centuries-old stories etched into the landscape.

As you strolled through the village, a tangible quiet descended. Each residence responded to your presence with a subtle retreat – blinds closed, windows sealed shut. It was a community guarding its secrets, the stillness revealing a shared apprehension.

However, amidst this guarded atmosphere, a resilient spirit emerged. In the front yard of an elderly woman's home, a subtle defiance of the prevailing silence was evident. Her warm smile and welcoming demeanor cut through the tension. "Come in, Mija," she beckoned, her words laced with a mixture of hospitality and understanding. "You've come a long way." Crossing her threshold, you sensed that her home held not only shelter but also the untold tales of a village intricately connected to the vast expanse of the Sierra Juárez forest.

Once inside, the older woman wasted no time cutting right to the chase, her eyes piercing through the air of secrecy that surrounded the village. "Why have you sought out our humble village?" she inquired, her gaze a mix of curiosity and caution.

Seated at her kitchen table, you explained the mission assigned by the special counsel – the cartel's sinister designs on the Jujutsu black market involving one of Sukana’s fingers. Her eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and understanding, as if the ancient spirits dwelling in the forest had whispered secrets that resonated with her.

As you detailed the potential consequences of the cartel's actions, a shared sense of purpose began to unfold. The older woman nodded knowingly, her expression shifting from skepticism to a subtle determination. "We may be a small village, but we have guarded our traditions for generations. I will help you, Mija, for the sake of the forest and the legacy it holds." And with those words, a tentative alliance was forged, linking the fate of the village to the enigmatic tapestry of the Sierra Juárez forest.

Although her pure heart couldn’t help but worry for your life.

Mija," she began, her weathered hands gently cradling your left, "do not tread into a world from which you can never escape," she warned, her eyes reflecting both concern and a deep understanding of the shadows that lurked within the mission you had undertaken. She spoke not out of skepticism but as a guardian, trying to impart the weight of the dangers that awaited.

Touched by her genuine care, you couldn't help but feel a swell of gratitude toward this stranger who had opened her home and heart. Her cautionary words lingered in the air, a solemn reminder of the perils you were about to face. Yet, you had long resigned yourself to this life, the sacrifices and risks embedded in your duty.

With a tearful smile, you reassured her, "Don't worry, abuelita. I'll be okay. I have my husband and kids to go home to." Confidently, you wrapped your right hand atop hers, allowing the comforting flow of reverse curse energy to ease the pain in her shaking, arthritic hands.

In that moment, a silent exchange occurred – a connection between generations, bridged by a shared understanding of duty, sacrifice, and the profound strength that family provided. As you prepared to face the shadows that awaited in the world beyond, the echo of the Sierra Juárez forest seemed to resonate within the warmth of that kitchen, a sanctuary in the midst of a tangled web of mystique.

Navigating the dense foliage, you stumbled upon an inconspicuous path leading to an unexpected concrete safe house. The verdant surroundings masked its existence like a well-guarded secret. Approaching cautiously, a sense of foreboding intensified, amplified by securely locked windows and doors that seemed to hold secrets within.

The creaking of the entrance echoed through the silent forest as you stepped inside, greeted by a chilling tableau – two lifeless bodies sprawled on the floor, a gruesome aftermath of a recent, violent struggle. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air, weaving a tapestry of dread that clung to the walls.

As you treaded carefully through the building, the oppressive stillness heightened your senses. The safe house unveiled its haunting secrets with each step, the floor bearing the weight of unspeakable horrors. It was then that you stumbled upon a dimly lit room, where an innocuous bouquet of flowers stood as a macabre centerpiece.

A shiver ran down your spine as the sinister curse energy around the flowers manifested, casting an otherworldly glow that painted the room in eerie hues. Fear gripped your body, and your heart raced as you absorbed the malevolence that lingered, an unseen force weaving through the air.

The room seemed to pulsate with a malevolent energy, urging you to uncover the mysteries that lurked within the shadows of the Sierra Juárez forest. The thrill of the unknown gripped you, as the line between the natural and supernatural blurred, leaving you standing at the precipice of a chilling revelation.

Cautiously taking the bouquet into your hands, an unexpected surge of energy coursed through you. In that fleeting moment, the flowers became a conduit to visions – a chilling glimpse of the curse you had faced in Minnesota and another, a sinister figure with a head eerily resembling Mount Fuji. The images unfolded like haunting scenes from a dark tapestry, etching themselves into your consciousness.

The weight of realization struck you as the visions played out – the cursed energy, the ruthless brutality, and the theft of Sukuna's finger. Shocked and enraged, you dropped the bouquet as if it burned your very soul. The once-innocent flowers now held a malevolence that transcended the physical, leaving you grappling with the horrors that had unfolded in this seemingly clandestine safe house.

The room echoed with the consequences of a nefarious plan set into motion. The alliance of malevolent forces, each more insidious than the last, had left behind a trail of destruction. As you stood amidst the aftermath, the air seemed to crackle with an impending storm, a convergence of curses and sinister intentions that threatened to unleash chaos upon the Sierra Juárez forest.

Determined to unravel the depth of this ominous conspiracy, you steeled yourself for the challenges that lay ahead. The stolen finger of Sukuna had unleashed a chain of events that would test your strength, skill, and resilience against an enigmatic darkness that now enveloped the very heart of the forest.

After burying the two men, a solemn task that weighed heavy on your heart, you rushed back to the village. With practiced precision, you invoked a protective barrier, weaving your Jujutsu skills to shield the community from the impending malevolence that lurked in the shadows.

Swiftly getting into your truck, you drove away from the village, the engine's roar echoing the urgency in your heart.

As you sped through the winding roads, you fumbled with your phone, desperately trying to call Satoru. Each unanswered ring heightened the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest. The Sierra Juárez forest blurred by, a green tapestry of urgency and apprehension. The need to warn Satoru, to alert him to the looming threat, fueled your determination.

Finally, a connection established, and Satoru's voice echoed through the phone. However, his usually confident tone sounded slightly broken as he greeted you, sending a chilling shiver down your spine. Your heart plummeted into your stomach, a knot of worry tightening with each strained word he spoke. The weight of concern hung in the air, transforming the urgency of your mission into an unspoken understanding that something was profoundly wrong.

The air in the truck suddenly felt thick, suffocating, as you tenderly questioned, "What's wrong, baby?" A dejected sigh escaped past Satoru's lips, his struggle evident as he tried to find the right words to break the news to you.

Yuji's dead," he confessed, and in that moment, everything seemed to fade away. Numbness gripped you as you pulled over to the side of the road, the weight of the revelation sinking in. "How?" you whispered in utter disbelief, tears welling up in your eyes as reality threatened to crumble around you.

"Sukuna had taken over his body and killed him," Satoru solemnly explained, his voice carrying the weight of a truth too painful to bear. "I know that the higher-ups are behind this. There's no way I would've sent first years on a mission dealing with a special grade."

The revelation sent shockwaves through your soul. Anguish and anger intermingled as you muttered, "They planned this..." Tears streamed down your face, a silent testament to the depth of your grief and the searing pain of loss.

Desperation tinged your voice as you softly questioned, "How's Megumi and Nobara holding up?" The fate of the remaining members of your students now rested heavily on you and Satoru’s shoulders, their well-being becoming a lifeline in the face of this unimaginable tragedy.

“They're handling it as well as they can," Satoru said, his voice carrying the weight of shared sorrow. As he ran his fingers through his white locks, you responded with a muted acknowledgment, "I see," allowing the heavy silence to linger between the lines.

"I didn't find Sukuna's finger," you confessed, the truth hanging in the air like an unspoken failure. Water droplets began to pelt your windshield, mirroring the storm of emotions brewing within.

"It's okay, baby," Satoru began, his attempt at reassurance cut off by your resolute voice. "No... that curse I faced in Minnesota is the one who took it." The words hung in the air, each syllable etched with a sense of responsibility and a haunting realization of the malevolent forces at play.

A shared understanding passed between you, transcending the distance of the phone call. The Sierra Juárez forest and its secrets, the stolen finger, and the loss of a dear comrade were now threads in a tapestry of darkness that demanded resolution.

As the rain intensified outside, a storm both literal and metaphorical, you found solace in the connection with Satoru, a lifeline anchoring you in the midst of the tempest that had become your reality.

“You don't think the special counsel is behind this, do you?" you softly questioned, the weight of suspicion casting a somber tone over your words. As raindrops continued their rhythmic dance on the roof of your truck, you rested your head against the steering wheel, feeling the cold metal against your skin.

Satoru's exhale resonated through the phone, a heavy acknowledgment of the gravity of your inquiry. "I can't be certain, but it wouldn't surprise me," he admitted, his voice a low murmur, mirroring the unsettled atmosphere that surrounded both of you.

The rain outside seemed to intensify, a reflection of the storm within. Satoru's words lingered, leaving you with a chilling realization that the intricate web of deceit extended even to those who were meant to uphold justice. As you sat in the dimly lit car, the Sierra Juárez forest whispered secrets, and the shadows deepened, obscuring the path forward into a darkness that held the keys to unraveling the mysteries that now gripped your world.

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A weary and trusted sigh escaped Satoru's lips once he hung up the phone, the heaviness of the situation etched into the lines of his face. Glancing at Ijichi before beginning, he confessed, "You know... I have a real lousy personality, and despite that, [Name] still decided to marry me." He leaned back, crossing his arms and legs, a vulnerability coloring his words that belied the bravado.

"I still don’t understand why she chose you of all people," Ijichi muttered, his words carrying a tinge of genuine curiosity. Satoru, however, met the comment with a quick retort, injecting a hint of playful defensiveness into the conversation. "You're in for a serious slap to the face later, Ijichi," he quipped, a glint of humor surfacing as they navigated the complexities of personal dynamics amidst the weight of the unfolding events.

"I have a dream," Satoru began, his voice carrying not just frustration but a profound sense of determination and pain. "What happened with Yuji, and what they've been putting [Name] through since she got here, the higher-ups are nothing but scum. Stubborn, selfish, bloodline-proud idiots who refuse to change with the times." His words held the weight of experiences witnessed and scars endured, each syllable etched with the searing injustice he sought to challenge.

Pausing, he could feel his blood begin to boil, a mixture of anger and sorrow swirling within. "I want to reset the Jujutsu world," he declared, the dream in his heart eclipsed by the harsh reality he faced. The echoes of Yuji's fate and [Name]'s struggles hung heavy in the air, the dream not just a vision of change but a desperate plea for a world where justice and compassion triumph over the entrenched flaws of the current system.

"It'd be easy for me to just kill all of them, but new people would just take their place, and nothing would change. People also don’t take too kindly to massacres, and I know [Name] wouldn’t approve of it either, so… that’s why I'm here teaching," Satoru confessed, his voice carrying the weight of a profound struggle against the injustices he faced. He rested his elbows on his thighs, exhaustion etched into the lines of his face.

"If I’m going to have strong, intelligent, and honest allies, who better to foster them than [Name] and I," he mused, the words holding a poignant truth that transcended the turmoil of the present. The depth of his commitment to shaping a better world resonated through the quiet sincerity of his tone.

As he reflected on this purpose, a memory transported him back to a night that felt like a distant echo in time. Two years had passed since the arrival of Tsumiki and Megumi. On this particular night, Satoru, burdened by the weight of numerous missions, trudged through the front door, completely burnt out.

Lying his head against the couch's armrest, you softly spoke, "I know." The tenderness in your voice and actions spoke volumes as you slid off the bandages that covered his brilliant blue eyes. "But they're the next generation; they will stand on our shoulders and create a better world, jujutsu or not. Our hard work, love, nurture, and dedication to them will be worth it. Just watch."

With those words, a profound sense of hope and purpose infused the air. The intimate moment became more than a declaration; it became a shared commitment to forge a legacy that transcended the struggles of the present, anchoring both of you in the unwavering belief that your sacrifices and love would pave the way for a brighter future.

“In the end, I'll be able to hand off some of my missions to them, and with enough of us, I'll make sure that [Name] never steps foot in the field again," Satoru states, his voice carrying a mix of determination and a profound sense of protective commitment that extends beyond the realm of sorcery.

"I thought she loved being a sorcerer?" Ijichi questions, his curiosity met with a reflective gaze from Satoru. "She does, but she's witnessed enough—" Satoru stops mid-sentence, the weight of unspoken memories and the toll of the battles etched in the lines of his face. The depth of his concern for [Name] becomes palpable in that moment.

As Yuji sudden sits up, his once-bleeding wound now completely healed, Satoru's eyes widen with a mix of relief and genuine joy. The weight of the moment is palpable, and Gojo's typically composed demeanor gives way to an unguarded expression, revealing the depth of his care for the young sorcerer.

Satoru walks over and extends a hand towards Yuji, his brilliant blue eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions — relief, pride, and a shared triumph over the shadows that threatened to claim another life. In that moment, the mentor-student relationship transforms into a bond that transcends the supernatural battles they face.

"Welcome back, Yuji," Satoru says, his voice holding a warmth that defies the dangers they navigate. There's an unspoken understanding in the grip of the handshake, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges faced and the strength it took to rise again. It's a welcome back not just to the world of the living but to a community forged in the crucible of shared struggles, where each victory, no matter how small, resonates with the echoes of resilience and camaraderie.

As Satoru strolled down the hallways with Shoko, a palpable sense of urgency colored the conversation. Abruptly, he turned to her, his request infused with both concern and a determined resolve. "Could you leave Yuji as deceased in your report for the higher-ups? I need to train him so he can at least defend himself before he's targeted again."

Shoko, ever pragmatic, sighed as she pulled out a cigarette. The tendrils of smoke curled around her like a contemplative shroud as she considered the weight of the decision. "Fine, but the kid will probably have to go into hiding forever," she conceded, her voice carrying the burden of the choices they were making.

"Have you told [Name] what happened?" she questioned, the exhale of her cigarette punctuating the gravity of the situation.

"Yes and no. She doesn't know that he's alive, so I'll keep it a secret until she gets home and helps him with training," Satoru casually explained, his words revealing a strategic foresight tempered with an underlying concern for [Name]'s emotional well-being.

Shoko, her gaze penetrating through the wisps of smoke, continued to express her reservations. "Your wife thinks one of her students is dead, and you think that's a good surprise?" Her sigh echoed with a mixture of exasperation and concern, emphasizing the emotional toll of the decisions being made.

"I know it's not ideal, but keeping [Name] in the dark for a little while is necessary. It's for her safety and Yuji's," Satoru responded, a flicker of conflict in his eyes. The weight of leadership and the burdensome nature of safeguarding those they cared for hung in the air.

Shoko extinguished her cigarette, her gaze steady on Satoru. "Just be careful, Satrou. Secrets have a way of unraveling, and [Name] won't take kindly to being kept in the dark about something like this." Her words carried a weight of wisdom born from experience, underlining the potential consequences of their chosen path.

As they continued down the hallway, the echoes of their conversation lingered, mingling with the shadows that clung to the corridors. The delicate dance of secrecy and protection unfolded, leaving both Shoko and Satoru to navigate the intricate web of relationships and responsibilities that defined their world.

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Restlessness gripped you as you anxiously bounced your leg upon landing back in Japan. The fatigue of nearly twenty-four hours spent in transit hung on your shoulders, but the weight of the unresolved issues and the looming influence of the higher-ups eclipsed any possibility of finding solace in sleep. Satrou had provided the location of a Gojo family safe house, a temporary respite in the ever-expanding storm.

As you watched the world rush by outside the window, the question lingered, refusing to be ignored: "What now?" The higher-ups' control over your life, intertwined with their tightening grip on the Jujutsu world, painted an uncertain tableau for the road ahead. The complexities and challenges that unfolded demanded a resilience beyond the physical fatigue you felt, delving into the emotional and intellectual realms.

As you arrived and opened the door, the scene unfolding before you felt like a dream, almost too good to be true. "Welcome back, teacher!" Yuji beamed with an innocence that mirrored the qualities you cherished in Haibara and your little brother. The echoes of their essence danced in his gestures—maturity, kindness, and an unwavering determination.

Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you walked over, and with a mix of motherly affection and sheer relief, you enveloped Yuji in a warm hug. "I'm glad you're okay, kiddo," you tearfully stated, the weight of worry and uncertainty lifting in that moment.

As you tenderly wiped away the traces of your emotional reunion, the atmosphere shifted when you spotted your husband cheekily doing jazz hands from behind Yuji. Reacting swiftly, a mix of surprise and mild irritation fueled your instinct to elbow Satrou squarely in the side of his ribs.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You couldn't tell me he was okay?" you fumed, standing over his crumpled form, a cocktail of concern and playful reproach etched on your face.

"Sorry, my darling. Won't happen again," he mumbled, the mischievous glint in his eyes giving way to genuine contrition in his voice. Satrou's intentional decision to turn off his infinity, allowing the blow to land, revealed that although his actions were driven by a protective instinct, the trust between the two of you held a paramount importance.

The room, for a fleeting moment, delicately balanced between the joyous reunion and the light tension of this unexpected, playful exchange, revealing the intricate dance of understanding and humor that defined your marriage.

As Yuji observed you scolding your husband, two realizations dawned on him. Firstly, the profound strength that both you and Satoru embodied struck him, and a deep sense of gratitude welled up within him for the opportunity to learn from such formidable mentors. Secondly, a valuable lesson etched itself into his awareness—to never find himself on your bad side, an insight he vowed to carry with him as he navigated the intricate world of sorcery and life.

As Satrou regained his composure, he was quick to articulate the purpose behind bringing both of you to this particular place. "My lovely wife will be assisting you in mastering the control of your curse energy," he happily declared, a sense of pride underlying his words.

Yuji's face lit up with excitement as you readjusted your bun, a silent cue for him to join Satrou and you at the table. Eagerly, he followed, curious about the impending demonstration of curse energy versus curse technique.

"Alright, Yuji," you began, your voice a gentle blend of encouragement and guidance. "Controlling your curse energy is not just about raw power; it's an art that requires finesse and precision." Your hands gracefully gestured towards a carefully arranged set of objects on the table, each item poised for the unfolding lesson.

As Gojo demonstrated the intricate dance of curse technique versus the sheer force of curse energy, a spark of amazement flickered across Yuji's face. The room held a hushed anticipation, a collective breath drawn in as the supernatural forces were revealed.

"So you guys are gonna teach me how to use a super cool curse technique?" Yuji beamed, his enthusiasm tangible. However, the brightness in his expression dimmed as Satrou gently corrected him, "Curse technique is an innate ability," a thoughtful pause accompanying his glance towards you. "Though there are special circumstances, like my wife."

Yuji's face portrayed a mix of curiosity and confusion, prompting Satrou to delve deeper into the lesson. "You're already crazy strong," he addressed Yuji directly, a hint of admiration in his voice. "So, she's going to help you control it, allowing you to channel that strength into your close combat abilities."

Grasping the bear-like doll, adorned with boxing gloves on each hand, from its position leaning against the side of the couch, you hugged it to your chest. The soft material yielded under your touch, triggering a wave of nostalgic warmth evident in your expression. "I haven't seen this one in a long time," you giggled, savoring the familiarity of the plush companion. The doll continued to peacefully sleep in your arms as you settled on one end of the couch, creating a cocoon of memories around yourself, eagerly awaiting Satrou and Yuji.

"Alright, pick out a movie," Satrou suggested to Yuji as the two of them approached the couch. Confusion and a tinge of disappointment colored Yuji's voice as he responded, "Huh? Movie? I thought we were training."

"We are. Come and have a seat on the other end, and Satrou will explain the rest," you happily instructed, passing the bear-like doll over to Satrou with a gentle exchange. The plush companion seamlessly transformed into a symbolic prop, marking the commencement of the upcoming training session. Satrou, now holding the doll, embarked on an explanation for Yuji, the transition of the plush companion from your arms to his creating a tangible link in the lesson about to unfold.

"Now, Yuji, you're going to focus your curse energy into this doll while the two of you watch movies. Curse energy can also spike due to one's emotions," Satrou explained, his voice a steady guide in the magical tutorial. With a deliberate motion, he handed the doll off to Yuji, who received it with a mix of curiosity and determination.

Yuji's gaze shifted between Satrou and the bear-like doll in his hands, prompting him to ask, "So, I'm putting my curse energy into this thing while watching movies? How's that gonna help me?"

Satrou chuckled, recognizing the skepticism in Yuji's expression. "It's about control, Yuji. Sorcery isn't just about raw power. By channeling your curse energy into the doll, you'll learn to regulate and focus it. Think of it like refining a skill while enjoying a good movie—killing two birds with one stone."

As Yuji nodded in understanding, he took hold of the bear-like doll. In a surprising twist, the plush companion suddenly jerked and delivered a full-force punch to Yuji. The room echoed with a combination of startled gasps and laughter as Yuji grappled with the unexpected impact, the bear-like doll now proving to be an animated partner in this magical lesson. Satrou's eyes twinkled with amusement as he added, "And that, Yuji, is the importance of focus and control." The training had begun, infused with the unexpected charm of a sorcerer's unconventional teaching methods.

Over the course of a couple of hours, surrounded by the glow of the screen and the aroma of snacks, you had the chance to get to know Yuji a little better. As the night unfolded, you couldn't help but be amazed by his ability to learn and adapt so quickly.

"Hey, teacher," he suddenly began, setting his soda down. The movie you had been watching faded into background noise, creating a comfortable atmosphere for conversation. "How were you able to develop a curse technique without having any innate ability?" he innocently questioned.

The weight of your past settled in the room as you confessed, "My parents and I were attacked at home one night. They died from their injuries, but in a desperate attempt at survival, my body manifested my reverse curse technique, and I was able to live." In the blink of an eye, Yuji lost control, the doll swiftly delivering an uppercut as a laugh escaped past your lips.

The tension in the room dissolved with your laughter, lightening the mood. Yuji returned to the couch, and you softly placed your hand atop his head, activating your technique. The healing energy flowed, mending the bruise that had already begun to form. As the warmth of your touch enveloped him, a shared understanding lingered in the air—a connection forged through the tales of survival and the gentle touch of sorcery.

"I went through the foster care system for a while in the United States, and things weren't always the best. But it led me to being adopted by Yaga," you tenderly shared, the memories of your past etched in the undertones of your voice. With care, your hand, which had been healing the bruise on Yuji's cheek, gently withdrew.

"Huh? The principal was the one who adopted you?" Yuji's eyes widened with curiosity, prompting a soft smile from you as you nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and because of him, I was able to meet Satrou. He always looked out for me since the minute I got here. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be as strong as I am now," you softly confessed, a testament to the profound impact these figures had on shaping your life. Your love and admiration for your husband lingered in the air, a quiet melody beneath your words.

"Be patient, Yuji," you began, turning towards him, your eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and encouragement. "I know that you'll be strong like Satrou too one day," you reassured him, the weight of your experiences adding depth to your words.

Surprisingly enough, the door swung open, and Satoru returned, his eyes alight with excitement. "Why watch from the sidelines when we can learn up close?" he declared, his grip on Yuji reflecting the infectious energy that radiated from him. The scene echoed the echoes of your first mission together—the rush of anticipation and the thrill of learning in the field.

Wishing them luck, you couldn't help but smile as Satoru swiftly kissed you, his touch a reassuring blend of familiarity. "Go home and rest," he advised, his voice carrying a mix of affection and concern. "Before the higher-ups decide to send you back."

Your eyes met his, and a soft chuckle escaped him. "I'll make sure this one doesn't get too carried away," he added, a playful glint in his eye. Yuji grinned in agreement, ready for the adventure ahead.

As they ventured into the night, the door closed behind them, leaving you with a mix of emotions. The quiet promise of their return lingered in the air, accompanied by the echoes of shared memories and the unspoken understanding that every mission brought its own unique challenges and lessons

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You luxuriated in the soothing embrace of a familiar shower, the warm water a comforting cascade in the sanctuary of your own home. Having relished the flavors of the takeout acquired on your way back, the essence of Satoru's natural scent lingered in the fabric of the bedding, creating a cocoon of familiarity as you sank into the plush mattress. Finally home, a subtle yearning lingered—one that only your husband could fulfill.

As you nestled into the soft comfort of the bed, the day's exhaustion momentarily forgotten, your senses heightened at the familiar creak of the front door opening. The subtle symphony of daily life hushed as Satoru stepped through the bedroom door, a palpable shift in the atmosphere. The room seemed to exhale, your weariness dissipating in the presence of the person who transformed any space into a haven.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Satoru softly inquired, his eyes filled with genuine concern, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss.

"You know I can't sleep without you," you responded with a sleepy coo, a faint smile playing on your lips. The room held a quiet intimacy, punctuated by the reassuring melody of his chuckle.

Satoru's brows furrowed with genuine concern as he observed your weary countenance. "You look exhausted," he remarked, his voice laced with worry, his six eyes reflecting the weight of his unease.

In response, you offered a tired smile and a dismissive wave, attempting to downplay the evident fatigue. "Just need a good night's rest before the New York mission in two days," you reassured him, unveiling your plans for a two-month break with a conviction that you could endure a bit more.

Satoru, however, couldn't shake off his worry. "You shouldn't have to bear such burdens," he argued passionately, his role as the head of the Gojo clan giving weight to his words. Yet, in a gesture that spoke volumes, you gently seized his hand, the warmth of your touch carrying a reassurance that transcended titles.

"Titles don't mean much to them," you sleepily conveyed, acknowledging the challenges your foreign status presented in the jujutsu world. Despite this recognition, your assurance cut through the fatigue, affirming that the love you shared surpassed any and all hardships.

As sleep beckoned you, Satoru watched your peaceful form, his six eyes picking up on the subtle signs of strain. "If the special counsel keeps pushing you like this," he confessed, his voice filled with a quiet resolve, "you might crumble through my fingers."

The room held the weight of shared concern and an unspoken promise—a promise to weather the storm together, regardless of the challenges ahead.

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[mimisfortress]

Guess who lost her diary key and is now turning to Tumblr to blog my feelings (me) 🦄🌈

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💞💌Really long VENT post coming your way ❤️‍🩹🪽

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Currently going through an emotional rut.

I feel pretty unsure of myself. I lost a couple of friends and I am having a hard time knowing whether it was my fault or if they had it coming.

These weren't just normal friends, they were family at that point. We witnessed unspeakable things together at a fairly young age and I really, really, really thought that our friendship was forever. I thought our friendship was different from everyone else's in a sense that growing older wouldn't impact us the way adults warned us it would. I thought trauma made us special and I thought change wouldn't find us.

To these friends, I was their baby sister and they treated me as such, too. They dogged on who I loved and did not trust me to make my own choices. They grilled someone who I had genuine love for after not batting an eye at the unhappy abusive relationship I was in for three years.

As I grew older, I grew distant because I was too scared to express that the way they treated me upset me. I figured that since they already have so much to worry about in their lives, my fragile feelings would burden them.

I am aware of the importance of communication, but I simply just felt like I couldn't communicate my feelings to them in any way.

During the past month, our friendship of 9 years came to an end. It crashed and burned when I couldn't make it to a big hang out that costed a lot of money. It was only supposed to be my friend and I, just us two. Luckily, this former friend of mine got a refund and another friend was able to take my place.

I don't know why they wanted me so bad. They had a lot to say about how bad of a friend I was and not much good to say about me, and yet they wanted me so bad. I didn't feel appreciated as a person and they didn't celebrate me as a friend. Yet, if they told me they needed me I'd come in and do what I could to the best of my ability even after they told me they hated me or told me my desperate attempts to help after they begged for my help was "inappropriate". I still stayed because if I'm the one in the wrong, I can also make it into a right if I really tried.

I hate to say it, but I feel anger when I think about these friends of mine. What I hate even more is that I keep wanting to go back. I keep wanting to say "yes! You're right, I am a terrible and awful person and I will change myself just for you guys!" just to hear their laughter again, see their funny smiles, and . . . inevitably get sent large paragraphs of text telling me I did something wrong again. And then the cycle repeats where I think that I'm wrong and they're right because I'm the little sister who's immature and doesn't know anything and they're the older, wiser sisters who parent me.

I was really sure that I was the failure. I was the one that failed to hold it together. I mean, come on! I didn't communicate my feelings, I told a big lie to them, and I grew distant without explanation.

But then I had invited a friend of mine into my home who has hurt more times than anyone I've ever known. We didn't have to experience a terribly traumatic event together at a young age to be best friends, she just loved me. She loved me and she told me why.

She liked that I didn't yell or curse when she had moments of frustration and impatience, she appreciated my high level of patience, and she tells me that she thinks I have emotional intelligence.

My other friends never told me anything like that. They think I suck at supporting them, they don't think I can be trusted to make good decisions, that I'm an inconvenience and blah, blah, blah, blah.

At my house, my friend looked over the texts shared between me and these other friends. Maybe it's pushing their privacy, but I felt like it was detrimental for my mental health for eyes other than mine to view these text messages and tell me if I'm allowed to be upset or not.

This friend of mine looked at these text messages with complete and utter disgust. I watched her make faces viewing the messages. She visibly cringed upon reading them and it shocked me. I thought she was going to be able to find something I said, point at it, and tell me "here's what I think made her mad. I can help you write an apology if you want!"

But no, reading the exchange of text messages angered her so much that she couldn't bare to read the rest, which disappointed me. What if she's missing the part where I say something I need to apologize for?

What she told me was this :

• You need to stop letting them walk all over you, you need to write a long message to them but not out of empathy or kindness, but to give yourself closure. You need to do more for yourself. I just don't want you to sit here and let them bully you.

• They are simply just choosing to believe that you are a bad friend. You don't talk bad about them to me at all, and yet they claim that's all you've been doing.

• Why is it okay for them to discuss what they don't like about you behind your back and not you?

And stuff like that. We never ended up sending a long text for me to express my emotions because knowing these friends, they'd blow up on me even more and tell me how a lot of it is actually my fault.

It's been a hard 3 months. I'm worried about becoming exactly what these friends of mine chose to believe I was; an unempathetic, emotionally unintelligent, mentally-unstable, coldhearted, and immature creature.

This is because often times things are believed into existence. Therefore, I'm going to work on kindness without the expectation of something in return, generosity, mental clarity, and patience to prevent their beliefs from becoming reality. I'm not going to give anyone a reason to treat me like they did ever again.

This situation has impacted my mental health pretty negatively, and so I'll be posting updates on my mental health!

[a-fools-circus]

happy October aka Kinktober !! all drabbles will be from the Ghostober prompt list by @kroas-adtam. and hopefully i won't lose motivation after the first week. enjoy !

Ghostober Day 1: High Sex

Pairing: Papa IV/f!Reader Word Count: 1.5k Tags/Warnings: drug use (obviously), high sex (obviously), f receiving oral, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, use of the word 'cunt'

NSFW under the cut/Minors DNI

You weren’t sure what you expected to happen when you brought weed to Copia’s dressing room after tonight’s ritual. Maybe it would calm him down and prevent him from obsessing over minute details. Maybe he’d get tired and finally get a good amount of sleep tonight—something that never happened on tour. 

You certainly didn’t expect him to drop to his knees and bury his face between your legs. 

It took a little while before he got this desperate. At first, the only thing that changed was his humor. Meaning he found everything absolutely hilarious. He was definitely calmer than he typically is; he focused on the red sequins of his jacket instead of the possible mishaps of his performance. It didn't help that you found the fascination with his clothes hilarious, which only prompted him to laugh with you.

It was almost sweet how you sat together, limbs entangled, sharing a joint, as your laughter and slurred speech filled the room. The rest of the world faded away completely.

However, with your intoxicated states came increased sensitivity, meaning you both felt every slight brush as your bodies shifted. You didn't intend for your legs to rub against his hips, but when he stopped laughing and started grunting, you couldn't stop yourself from continuing. All that mattered was enticing him to keep making those noises.

But playing with fire had its consequences. It took only a few more teasing rubs—including one "accidental" brush of your hand—for Copia's restraint to break. Whether it was the lingering adrenaline from the show or the marijuana in his system (or, perhaps, a mixture of both), you couldn't tell, but something in him needed more.

You could barely register his movements when they happened. He pushes your legs off of his lap as he scoots to the edge of the sofa, the sudden movement nearly causing you to drop the blunt in your hand. He drops to his knees before you with an audible thud. 

A weak giggle leaves your lips, looking down at him as he parts your legs. “Copia, what are you—” His sudden tug on your hips cuts you off, dragging you to the edge of the cushion and bringing your body closer to his eager form. 

“I need to taste you, cara,” you can barely hear him mutter. He tugs firmly at your clothing, practically tearing away every piece of fabric that adorns your lower half until only your panties remain. There’s a fierce determination in his eyes, visible even in the low light of the room. “I need to feel your cunt throb against my tongue.”

Copia parts your thighs, his hands grasping firmly as he delves into the tempting space between them. He kisses the drenched fabric of your panties before licking across the wet stain of your arousal. Gloved hands claw at your clothing, pushing it to the side, too impatient to bother taking it off. 

You can barely see him pull his gloves off below you. Now freed from the restricting fabric, his hand brushes over your soaked and sensitive skin. He hardly applies any pressure as he savors the wetness that seeps onto his fingers. He curses under his breath, smiling raggedly as you twitch and whine at his fleeting touches. 

“Look at you, tesoro…Already dripping wet for me. So needy and willing. So desperate for your Papa, eh?” His eyes lock onto yours, bloodshot with pupils dilated with lust. You groan as his thumb swirls over your clit. “You’re aching for it, yeah? To feel Papa’s mouth on your needy cunt?”

The hunger in his movements and words is unlike anything you’ve witnessed in him before. He can get desperate—especially if you deprive him of what he wants—but he’s never been like this. 

It really turns you on.

You sigh breathlessly as you nod at his words. “Yes, Copia. I want your mouth on—”

His movements stop entirely, his hands moving to your thighs as a disappointed “tsk” leaves his mouth. “Ah, ah. Papa.”

You whine and roll your hips toward him. Your thighs tremble under his firm grasp. “Y-yes, Papa,” you pant. “Yes, I want your mouth on me. Please, please put your mouth on me.”

“There’s my good girl.”

Copia’s hands stay firmly on your thighs as he finally gives in to your desire. His tongue darts out, licking one long, slow wet stripe over your aching heat. The sensation makes you shudder—every nerve feels alight in your intoxicated state. 

Before you can even open your mouth to react, his lips latch onto you, his tongue exploring every inch of your wet flesh. His eyes flutter shut as he focuses on your taste, your texture, and the sounds that spill from your lips. His tongue slides over your clit to swirl delicious circles around it. Every point of contact makes you squirm and whine.

Your hips instinctively arch towards him. Your head falls back against the sofa, lips parting as his mouth makes you moan and sigh. One hand glides through the strands of his hair while the other brings the nearly-forgotten blunt to your mouth. You take a hit, sighing as the smoke fills your lungs. 

“Hai un sapore così buono, cara.” Copia’s voice is muffled against your sensitive skin, but you feel every syllable as his words vibrate against you. 

He pulls back slightly and the air against your wet skin makes you shiver. You can hear the faint sound of him spitting as he sits before you. Two of his fingers run over your slit, swirling his saliva with your arousal as he teases your entrance. The sensation makes you whine. 

A groan rumbles in his throat as his fingers move daringly closer to your core. Then, in a sudden move that catches you off-guard, two digits slide effortlessly inside. Copia immediately curls his fingers upwards, knowing exactly where to direct his touch to coax every ounce of pleasure out of you. You can almost feel him smile against you when he presses a kiss to your thigh as you groan and twitch. 

Copia’s determination only swells as he hears your reactions. His tongue laps at the escaping droplets of your arousal as they cascade over your skin. “So good for Papa…Cazzo.” He mutters into the meat of your thigh as his fingers pump into you. Filthy praise and desire spill from his lips, breathless words that tell you just how lost in his lust he is.

“Fuck, Papa…” You mewl as your body thrums with incessant need. One leg moves to rest on his shoulder, pulling him in and keeping him close. He growls and a string of affirmations falls from his lips. You couldn’t get a word in edgewise if you wanted to.

“So good…your cunt is so fucking good, cara.” His words only amplify your desire as the friction makes you jerk your hips against his movements. “Yeah, fucking grind that pussy against me. Prendilo, dolcezza, prendilo.”

His movements pick up speed, his fingers pounding into you as his tongue finds its way back to your clit. You can’t even form words; your mind is too focused on the sensations to do anything other than moan and whine. Your grip tightens in his hair for silent encouragement. 

The familiar tension in your abdomen coils with each flick of his tongue and curl of his fingers. “Papa, ‘m gonna…you’re gonna make me cum,” you sigh, your words slurring together. 

Copia groans against your clit, the sensation vibrating deep within your core. “Mm, such a pretty pussy deserves to cum on my face, yes?” You whine in response, nearly clamping your thighs around his head. His free hand latches onto your thigh to hold you open as his mouth laps and sucks. 

A final pump of his fingers has you crying out, your orgasm hitting you in powerful waves. The feeling is intense—far more intense than when you’re sober. Copia groans against you as you tug his hair to keep him in place. His tongue licks slowly over your sensitive skin, working you through the high. 

You barely have the energy to move, lying on the sofa panting for air and throbbing around his fingers. You whine when he slides out, the loss of contact leaving you empty. It takes every ounce of restraint not to clamp your thighs around him when you feel him lap at your entrance to lick up the wet remnants of your climax. 

Copia places a small kiss on your thigh before rising from his knelt position. He’s beyond disheveled; his hair is tousled from your grip and the paint on the lower half of his face is smudged or completely wiped off. You can only imagine what the inside of your thighs looks like. 

He takes the blunt out of your hand, knowing you’ve completely forgotten about it. You watch with half-lidded eyes as he takes a hit from it and sits on the empty cushion next to you. The sequins on his jacket glimmer despite the low light of the room. Placing a hand on your thigh, he squeezes playfully. 

You smile weakly at him, your mind swimming with a mixture of intoxication and a post-orgasm haze. “I’ve gotta get you high more often.”

[crooked-haven]

Surprise! | Angst

➭ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x (F) Reader

➭ Genre: Angst & Fluff

➭ Warnings/Tags: Cursing, Sad, Betrayal, 2 Author Povs, 1 Y/n Pov.

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my story so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Crooked-haven

Word count: 0.9k

-Author's POV-

Jungkook and y/n had been together for two years. They were high school sweethearts, but now they were both in college, living together and deeply in love. Or so it seemed.

One day, after a particularly long day of classes, y/n came home to find Jungkook sitting on the couch with a funny look on his face, nose deep into his phone, clearly smiling about something.

"Hey, babe." he said. "I have something I want to show you."

Y/n, always eager to see what her boyfriend was up to, walked over and leaned in to look at his phone, before she could see what was on the screen, Jungkook quickly pulled it away and locked it.

"What's going on?" she asked, confused but not completely oblivious to the glimpse of a heart next to a girls name she saw. "I have a surprise for you." Jungkook said, grinning.

Y/n didn't know what to make of this. She had never been one for surprises, but Jungkook was always full of them. So she sat down next to him and waited. After a moment, Jungkook stood up and said, "Follow me."

Y/n trailed behind him up their carpeted stairs, wondering what he had planned, smiling at all the possibilities. He led her into their shared bedroom and closed the door gently. "Okay, close your eyes." he said in an eager tone.

Finally what seemed like hours, he spoke in almost a teasing manner. "Okay, open your eyes."

-Your POV-

I slowly opened my eyes, and what I saw made my heart instantly sink. Jungkook was standing there, holding hands with another girl.

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach and could feel the lump growing in my throat. I can't believe that Jungkook would do this to me, and the worst part was the way the other girl was staring at me, smug and self-satisfied.

Jungkook broke out into a grin as my eyes slowly started tearing up, I had no idea he was ever capable of something so heinous.

"Gotcha!" he said, breaking out into a fit of laughter. I was stunned. I have never seen Jungkook act like this. I have no idea what to say or do. Finally, I say in a shaky voice, tears rolling down my cheeks. "What's g-going on?"

"It's a prank!" Jungkook said, still grinning yet still holding hands with the unknown girl. "I wanted to see how you'd react if you thought I was cheating on you." He stepped forward as I stepped backwards. He let the girls hand go.

I couldn't believe it. I had been so scared and hurt, and now Jungkook was just laughing it off like it was no big deal. I took a deep breath, sniffing as I watch the female awkwardly leave. "That's not funny." I said, getting up from the bed. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry baby." he pouted, still smiling. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to see how you'd react."

"Well, I reacted pretty badly." I said, crossing my arms, suddenly feeling insecure. "Why would you ever think that's okay?" I wiped my tears away with the sleeves of my, well his hoodie.

"I don't know.." he said in a low tone, his smile fading, and looking down at his feet. "I guess I just wanted to have a little fun..." he mumbled out, clearly feeling guilty of what he's done.

I sighed. I don't know how to feel about this. I am hurt and confused, but part of me also understands that Jungkook had meant no harm, yet the burning in my chest at the thought of no longer having him, made it hurt worse.

"I think I need some time to myself." I said, walking towards the door of our shared room. "Wait baby!" He said in rather a whisper than a yell, following behind me, only stopping at the top of the stairs. "Don't leave please, we can talk about this." I shake my head no and walk to the living room.

-Author's POV-

Y/n was hurt, and she didn't want to talk. She wanted to be left alone so she could understand all the feelings attacking one another inside her chest. So with that, he grabbed his jacket and keys, texting his best friend, Taehyung, that he was on the way and left their shared apartment, giving y/n the space she desired.

He messed up big time.

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A/n-

I have been getting back into the quick oneshots, but I hope you enjoyed this one, this was a bit of a cliffhanger and I may add a part 2 to it.

Anyways! If you enjoyed don't forget to comment and give me a ♥️, it's much appreciated!!

Until next time!!~

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⌖ the 12th shot. ┆feminism rocks, actually. [ 1.1k words. ]

you finished cleaning yourself up around 7:20, giving you 10 more minutes to rethink whether all of this is a good decision. you've never played pubg with your mic on. ever. and even though your gut is telling you to trust whoever is on the other side of killstrike's character, you still feel scared.

what if he finds my voice too high? i can't laugh— he might find that annoying too.

you stare at the app's icon on your phone, tapping on the softness of your bedsheet before you slump down beside your phone with a low groan. your mind slowly creeps up to what killstrike's message. "he said he need to do a little work.." you mutter quietly to yourself, eyes staring out the window.

you thought he'd be around the same age as you but maybe he was a working man with an adult job. he probably deals with stress in office work and uses the game as a stress outlet. all of this makes you anxious, him hearing your voice, him hearing your tiny little mannerisms that come out when you play. what if he thinks i'm too childish for him? your head wanders off again to when he called you princess. he could be teasing.. he probably was. and you shouldn't be reading into it too much. but the way he said it so casually made your heart skip a beat. it's then that you realize that you may have a big, unstoppable crush on killstrike.

your gently rotate your wrist and you flinch, remembering that you have to actually meet him. "fuck." you mutter to yourself as you open your app, quietly cursing at the lack of speed of the loading screen. once you're in the lobby, you match with killstrike, anxiously pressing on the mic and speaker button so you could finally speak to him after a month or so of talking strictly though chat.

"hey, princess."

oh, god. his voice. he spoke those two words with so much gentleness, contrasting to the natural deepness and huskiness of his voice. just the sound of it gets blood rushing to your face. you lean away from your phone, trying to clear your throat as quietly as you can before breathing out and whispering. "hello, loverboy."

you hear him let out a little laugh at the other end of the mic and you smile a little. not being arrogant, but you knew you had the same effect on him. you just hope that calling him loverboy gets him as flustered as he did to you. "your voice is pretty cute. thought you'd sound deeper, given your constant threats when we used to chat."

you have to consciously bite back a smile, rolling your eyes. "i only did that because you were being stupid with your big ass head in the way. do you think i've forgotten your whole misogynistic tirade during our first match?"

he lets out an audible gasp which makes you giggle. "i told you, i'm not a misogyist. i- i would've equally flamed a man for doing what you did. feminism rocks, actually." something about the way he said that so seriously makes you burst out laughing and he does the same. after sharing a minute of laughter, both of you eventually decide to start a game on versus ai mode to give your wrist a break.

you come to realize that killstrike is nicer when you guys are on-mic. you think it's because he's too shy to actually scream at you, but it's not.

if this is cloud 9, jay thinks he's riding it because you're so fucking adorable. your voice was soft. if it were anyone calling him an idiot, he knew he'd be popping a nerve just screaming at them. not you though. your voice was smooth, honeyed and very addicting. jay's convinced he can listen to you say anything for days and days on end.

he admits that having his mic on during the game meant committing small errors every now and then. but you were in an entirely different league. you handled stress like a pro. you really are a master at this game. when there were no enemies in sight, you'd run in circles which was, again, fucking adorable. it didn't help that you dressed your character in a cute pink onesie. but the moment you'd see an enemy, jay noticed that you would immediately sprint towards their direction, voice getting just a tad bit deeper, tone laced in seriousness. "hey, enemy at 135 north east. uh.. i think he's with two teammates." shoot. "knocked one down."

jay found everything about you fucking attractive. a woman after his own pubg-playing heart.

down to 3 more squads, he looks at you from the other side of the map's mountain, constantly moving to avoid getting sniped while you continue to shoot. "hey, hey! another sniper just in front of me. um.. coordinates at 340, i think. he has an m24." he hears you murmur. he's positive his bullet didn't even graze the enemy yet because the game flashed that you took them out with a headshot.

there were a few close calls. you got knocked down while being ambushed so jay told you to crawl to a nearby house so he can heal you, looking at the mini-map for footsteps. he lets you heal while covering for you and you whisper a small "thank you, loverboy." so easily that it almost has him reeling in the middle of the game.

in the end, you won with killstrike, top 1 out of 98 players.

"that was fucking sexy. we wiped them out so good! we were on some swat-level shit." you grunt, fist-pumping the air in happiness. "yeah. maybe you're not too bad of a sniper after all." you hear him say, laughing a little with you. as the adrenaline from the game subsides, it sinks in that you just played a game with your summer-long frenemy slash crush on mic. all of this gets you feeling irrationally shy.

"uh.. yeah. not too bad. um.. i a-actually have to go. my friends are calling me to have dinner."

"it's already past 11 pm—"

"uh— f-for a midnight snack. bye!" you lie through your teeth before you tap on the buttons to close your mic again.

"okay, well i had good tim—"

you didn't even let him finish his sentence because you've already closed your phone, tossing it aside. oh my god, what just happened. this whole thing must have crossed an unspoken boundary between you two. what would this mean now? would he expect you to play on-mic? would he ask to meet up?

"lord, y/n. you really outdid yourself this time." you scold yourself out loud, grabbing a pillow before screaming into it in frustration. you look at the clock and it was, indeed, nearing midnight. you have an early class tomorrow, so maybe going back to uni and distracting yourself by finding new friends would help make you feel less embarrassed about geeking out to your little pubg crush tonight.

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summary: park jay lives life as a hot-headed gamer by day and.. well.. still a hot-headed gamer by night— except he secretly goes by the name killstrike. after losing a match, he finds himself trash-talking his teammate notursniper, who happens to be the mysterious classmate he's been admiring for over a year and more.

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permanent taglist [open]: @duolingofanaccount @enhasengene @enhafika

[nocturne-cloud]

Listen Before I Go

Just a little SatoSugu songfic angst because I don't want to be sad alone.

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In a world where sorcery and darkness intertwined, there were two powerful sorcerers named Gojo and Geto. They were once the closest of friends, united by their desire to protect and preserve the balance between the realms of humans and curses. But over time, their paths diverged, and they found themselves on opposite sides of a brewing conflict.

🎵 Take me to the rooftop, I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue

Gojo, with his vibrant blue eyes and charismatic charm, stood tall on the rooftop of the Jujutsu High School, his favorite place to gaze upon the world below. He often wondered about the weight of his responsibilities as the most powerful sorcerer and the pressure to protect those he cared for.

🎵 Tell me, love is endless, Don’t be so pretentious, leave me, like you do

Geto, once Gojo's closest confidant, now felt a growing distance between them. He watched from a distance as Gojo's influence and popularity soared, and jealousy and resentment crept into his heart. He yearned to be close to his old friend once more, but their paths had taken them far apart.

🎵 if you need me, wanna see me, better hurry, cause I’m leaving soon

Gojo's commitment to protecting the innocent and fighting curses was unwavering. He vowed to be the light in the darkest of times, guiding and protecting those who needed it most. But deep down, he sensed a growing darkness in his friend Geto, a darkness he hoped he could reach and bring back into the light.

🎵 Sorry, can’t save me now, Sorry, I don’t know how, Sorry, there’s no way out, But Down

Geto's heart was heavy with bitterness, and he found himself succumbing to the allure of darkness. He longed for Gojo's company once more, but he felt too far gone, like he could never rise to the heights of his former self. His dark desires consumed him, and he craved power above all else.

🎵 The salty tears on my cheek, that’s what a year long headache does to you

The memories of their once unbreakable bond haunted both Gojo and Geto. In their hearts, they knew they would always care for each other, no matter how far apart they drifted. They remembered the days of laughter, shared goals, and dreams of a harmonious world.

🎵 I'm not okay, I feel so scattered

Gojo couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. He sensed the darkness growing within his old friend and the impending conflict that threatened to tear their world apart. He felt torn between his duty to protect and his desire to bring Geto back to the light.

🎵 Don't say I'm all that matters

Geto, now consumed by darkness, whispered sinister promises to himself. He craved power and dominance, willing to sacrifice everything, even his former friendship with Gojo, to achieve his goals.

🎵 Leave me, déjà vu

As the inevitable confrontation between Gojo and Geto approached, memories of their past echoed in their minds. The laughter they once shared, the dreams they pursued together, now felt like a distant memory.

🎵 If you need me, you wanna see me

Gojo knew he had to face Geto, to confront the darkness that consumed his old friend. He hoped that somewhere deep within Geto's heart, a glimmer of their old bond still remained, waiting to be rekindled.

🎵 Better hurry 'cause I'm leaving soon

Time was running out. The world hung in the balance, and Gojo knew he had to act quickly to prevent further tragedy. He felt the weight of his decisions and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

In the final showdown between light and darkness, Gojo and Geto clashed in a battle that shook the very foundations of their world. The echoes of their past friendship reverberated through the air, reminding them of the bond they once shared.

In the end, Gojo's unyielding determination and unwavering love for his old friend shone through. He offered Geto a chance to step away from the darkness and find redemption.

🎵 Sorry, can’t save me now, Sorry, I don’t know how, Sorry, there’s no way out, But Down

But Geto's heart had been consumed by darkness for too long, and he chose a path that led to his downfall.

🎵 Call my friends and tell them that I love them, and I’ll miss them, but I’m not sorry

Gojo stood on the rooftop once again, this time filled with sorrow and grief. He had lost his friend, but he knew that he had done everything he could to save him.

🎵Call my friends and tell them that I love them, and I’ll miss them

As he gazed at the world below, Gojo vowed to carry on his friend's memory, never forgetting the bond they once shared. He would be the light in the darkness, carrying Geto's memory with him as he protected the world from curses and darkness.

🎵 Sorry 🎵