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𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 | satoru gojō

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : The start of the spring semester is supposed to be fresh and new, not be cramped up in a closet with your frenemy at a party! And what's worse: you actually like the feeling of his lips on yours!?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - implied that reader is a virgin - first kiss - awakening feelings - virginity loss - kissing/making out in a closet - thigh riding - grinding/humping - sex in shared rooms; college dorms (empty) - breast fondling + sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - orgasm denial- clitoral play (sucking, pinching and swiping) - missionary position - protected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - pet names (baby, cutie, gorgeous, pretty, princess, sweetie) - cameos: Utahime, Geto, Shoko and Mei Mei - humor bc I'm [not] funny - mention of vaginal pain, spit and tears.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.3k (i'm so sick...)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: yessirrrr let's get this party started, shall we? >:333 plz enjoy the first part of this series!! and tysm for 5.3k !!! y'all are too kind && happy bday to my gal, jazzy!! hope you enjoyed your special day, jazzy jam c:

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“GO FUCK YOURSELF, SATORU GOJO!”

“BETTER THAN FUCKING YOU, Y/N L/N!”

“They’re at it again already, huh?”

“Yeah, man, it’s going to two o’clock. Might as well enjoy the show.”

College is hard enough as is. The fact that you’re now back for the spring semester is tiring enough, wanting to get these classes over with and wrap this up. Spring, Easter, and Summer break are just right around the corner, the cherry on top for this exhausting second half of your junior year. Those are the end goals!

But alas, the semester just started. The students scramble around buying their textbooks and switching courses around, struggling to make final move-in decisions and already stressing over seasonal depression at this time of year. Spring semester, huh? Same old, same old.

Although there are negatives that make it nerve-racking, there are still good things that come with this junior year. Finally over with winter break, you’re excited to be back to living with your roommates, Utahime, Mei Mei, and Shoko! They’re your girlfriends for a reason; missing hanging and stressing with them as they made your college experience much better than you expected.

And it doesn’t end there, either! You missed study sessions at the campus café with your second-year peers, Yu Haibara and Kento Nanami. The two best friends always help with your studies whenever you need it. And, of course, you can’t forget about their roommate and your friend, Geto. The tall, raven-haired Biology major is always looking out for you and paying visits to study with Shoko. There was even a time he helped with a mouse situation in your dorm! Poor Utahime that day – saw the rodent when she came out of the shower.

However, you’re not exactly thrilled to see everyone after coming back. You throwing a middle finger at someone on the opposite side of the pathway should be evidence of such. “Oh, go jump off a cliff, Gojo!”

“Hah! I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction!” Satoru Gojo was the direct roommate of Suguru Geto, best friend of his and Shoko, and was the star player of the campus basketball team. But most of all, he’s the kid you despise with every fiber of your being. “I’d be more entertained with you slipping on some ice.”

“Oh, you wish! I saw you slip on some ice yesterday on your way to Professor Yaga’s class.” You puff your chest with pride when you see the white-haired guy suck his teeth in annoyance. “Made my whole day, what a fucking moron. How about slowing down next time? You were late anyway!”

Snowy brows furrow with a scoff. “God, you really are a perfect roommate for Utahime; the both of you are so tiny and angry at the world around you for no reason.”

Utahime, standing beside you during this yelling competition, decides to chip in after that remark. She almost popped a vein, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY, SATORU!?”

“You heard me!” He barks a laugh at the two of you, turning around to go on his way. “Heard it’s gonna snow later tonight. Be sure to find a nice, big, puffy jacket and some boots so the storm doesn’t sweep you away, Y/n~.”

“I’ll be sure to shove an icicle up your ass before that, you fucker!” You turn on your heel and stomp your way out of the scene, Utahime following your move. “Hmph! Hate his ass so much…”

“Tch, right there with you.” Your roommate sighs heavily to exude the aggression. “But damn, the way you two go at it is worse than mine.”

She is not wrong; it’s true – everyone within the campus grounds knows how much you and Gojo can’t stand each other. It’s no secret; at least you two make that apparent everywhere you go. This little feud between you started freshman year with you two in the same first-year engagement program. Tiny disagreements turned into narrowed glares, which then pivoted into prominent arguments, and now here we are.

You hoped that freshman year would be the last you’d ever see of that snow-haired prude. Unfortunately, you were wrong. The year after, you were unhappy to discover he’s best buds and roomies with Geto. And what’s worse is that you were ill-fated to share a class with him every semester — especially this one with Professor Naga for Contemporary Issues. Is this the universe’s way of punishing you for something? For what!??

You’ve been a good kid, doing what you can and getting the grades that brought you merit and accolades. So, you don’t get how this one guy with his stupid round sunglasses is getting under your skin. So fucking annoying…

You hate him. You hate everything about him. From the way he immediately gives you a smug look when you walk into the room and take your seat right in front of him. The way he surprises you from behind because he finds your reactions amusing. The way he relentlessly calls your name to get your attention when you’re obviously ignoring him, even when he doesn’t need you for something.

It all makes you heated. You hate Satoru Gojo. I hate him so much!

“…hear me?…Y/n?”

You blink, realizing you were too deep in thought for your ears to pick up Utahime calling out for you. “Hmm? What’s up?”

She pulls out the keys to the dorm from her coat. “So? You coming along?”

Huh? “Where are you going?”

“To Haibara’s get-together?”

Oh, hell no! “No, Uta. I think I’ll stay here.”

The dark-haired girl watches you walk past her when she opens the door. “Why?? It’s the first Friday night of the semester; it’s not gonna be a big party or anything. Just close friends.”

“What are we talking about?” Shoko chimes in after leaving the bathroom, brushing her teeth with sleepy eyes. “Haibara’s thing tonight?”

Utahime nods hurriedly at the drowsy nursing student. “I’m trying to convince Y/n to come!”

The brunette shrugs at the comment, following you two to your room. “Well, it’s not like I’m going either.” She snickers when the eldest dark-haired roommate turns to her with a hurt expression. “Sorry. I already have notes I need to get behind on. You can tell the guys I said hi, though.”

Another sigh leaves Utahime as she puts her bag on her desk. “…Mei Meiiiii,”

“Yesss~?” The fourth roommate calls out from the hallway.

“Are you going?”

“Mmmm, not sure.” Mei Mei comes to the doorframe, her long silverish-blue hair done in pigtails with a green skin-care mask covering her face. “Got a meeting for my club to head to later. And even then, it might still be a while for me to join, depending on if people are hanging out afterward.”

Now is when the Utahime whines to her hands before she turns back to you, sitting on your bed. “Y/n, please, come with me!”

You don’t give in to her cries. “No, think I’ll stay and keep Shoko company.”

But she doesn’t give up. “Please! It’s just a small group of friends and maybe a few classmates Haibara’s familiar with. No biggie!”

“Small group of friends, huh?”

“Yes!”

“You know who else are his friends?” You lift a brow when she does the same. “His roommates: Nanami, Geto, and—“

“Gojo…” Utahime completes your sentence in defeat, understanding why your reluctance is present.

“Sorry, Uta. Maybe next time.”

Now, you’re not saying you’ve never been to the guys’ place before; they reside on the other side of campus where senior housing is (Nanami’s pick because he’s an RA). However, it’s the first Friday night of the semester. Meaning it’s the first free weekend for most students. And you’re going to ruin everyone’s fun by being in the same place as Gojo? Yeah, no thanks.

That is until Mei Mei says, “Actually, I heard from a friend that the basketball team are planning on going out somewhere tonight.”

Shoko adds on while taking out her toothbrush to appropriately speak to her friends. “Yeah, now that you mention it, Gojo told me he probably won’t be at the place in the first place. Something about meeting up with a group for one of his classes.”

All separate reasons from different accounts, yet that only fuels Utahime to beam out of her mini-depression and face you once more. “See? Gojo won’t be there by the time we get there! He’ll be busy with a group project – or whatever – and will hang with his sports buddies. So, you up for it now?”

Your brows trench down. “I…I don’t know—“

If there’s one thing the oldest roommate is good at, it’s not giving up. And it’s because she bats her pretty brown eyes and gives you the most grandiose pleading puppy face she can. It’s the oldest manipulation tactic in the book, yet it works by making your heart cringe.

Of all things to be dragged into now, it was a party? The semester just started, and you haven’t even touched a single piece of reading yet. Is this a good idea? You can’t really go based on the perspective of your roommates because what’ll happen on the off-chance you do see Gojo? The thought of it is already headache-inducing.

Then again, it’s the first time since last semester that you’ll be able to see the other guys. You didn’t say goodbye to Geto and Haibara before break because they were swarmed with finals, and Nanami was gone the moment he found out all his exams were take-home. You’re not much for parties, to be quite honest. Regardless, it would be nice to catch up on the gang and see how they’re doing before we all revert to non-stress-free college life.

You release a sigh through your nostrils before making your decision begrudgingly. “...Don’t make me regret this.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

I regret this so fucking much…

Well, this night was going to be quite a drag. Why? Let’s go over the reasons, shall we?

The party that was supposedly at Haibara’s dorm? So, it turns out, there was a change of plans, and to be relocated somewhere else — like outside campus grounds. Screw walking, you and Utahime had to go by car with Geto to go to the party, following down the main street into this big, beautiful neighborhood and parking by a big house. Perfect for housing an event for many people to drink, dance, and vibe.

Oh yeah, that was another thing, too; the many that were attending this fucking party. Word got out about the get-together, so, of course, lots of people wanted to come and celebrate the first weekend. So, not only are you outside campus grounds, but now you’re forced to interact with a crowd rather than a small group of people. You practically have been to every corner of the place to disassociate with people you didn’t know.

So, where are you now? Upstairs in one of the bedrooms, where the bass of the speakers downstairs can be heard. You’re not alone — sitting in a circle with Utahime, Geto, and a couple of other kids who’re present at your university. What’s happening in the room? Just a chill game of truth, drink, or seven minutes in heaven; either you answer truthfully to a question, drink to avoid it, or go to the closet and do what you want with the person who spun the bottle on you.

But, there was nothing chill about the game, and the players would agree to that notion apprehensively. Because you most definitely silently dreaded every second of this entire night. Why? How about asking the person across you that you’ve been glaring at since you opened the bedroom door and saw his face?

Apparently, as word got out about the party, the college basketball team heard about it and decided to come and celebrate. Meaning the whole team is at this party. Let’s say that again: the entire basketball team – all the players – are here to enjoy the party.

The person who stood across from you sat criss-cross with long, jean-covered legs, leaning with his hands behind him, a navy blue sweatshirt, and dark round shades that cover his eyes that you know are looking dead at you. And a smug grin that patronizes you to the core.

You peer to your night, giving Utahime the nastiest look you can. And the eldest could only meekly mumble an “I’m sorry…” with twiddled thumbs.

Satoru Gojo looked at you, and you frowned right back at him. The tense atmosphere between you two was enough to suffocate the other players. Some would try to break the tension by playing the game. But even then, it was still strenuous. One girl rolled the bottle on Geto, to which he picked “truth” and answered her question: “How did you and Gojo meet?”

Even though he didn’t pick the option, he’d take a small swig of his beer. “Satoru and I have been friends since middle school — same with my other bud, Shoko. We’ve been inseparable since, and now we’re here. He can be an asshole, though, so watch out.”

A guy spun the bottle on Utahime and asked, “Were you ever interested in Gojo?” The raven-haired girl clicked her teeth and took a chug, drinking the whole thing in one sig.

“Hmph! I’d rather drink sweat from Professor Gakunaji’s crusty beard and eyebrows!” She’d admit after a burp.

“Ahaha! That’s a sight I’d like to see,” Gojo would chuckle at her insult, prompting a few around him to laugh. “Bet you’d get more satisfaction from it than being with me anyway.”

The senior rolls her eyes before opening another bottle. “Fucking bastard…”

Another spin to the bottle after a couple comes out of the closet all close and giggly. This time, it lands on you. Some bubbly girl who had her eyes all up on Gojo, her nipple piercings able to be seen from her crop tee, was the one who spun it. She asks you, “Y/n, could you please tell me why you hate Satoru so much?”

You couldn’t fight the twitch of your eye. Of fucking course. You’re in no mood to drink, and you barely know this girl to think of being in the closet with her. You exhale through your nostrils, “….We’re friends, to an extent.”

“To an extent?” She asked more questions with a naive tone. “But Satoru's so nice, no?”

Oh, drop it, will you? And why are you referring to him by his first name like you know him? “We’re—“

“They mean that we’re kinda friends, kinda not.” Of course, nothing can be to yourself because the white-haired nuisance went ahead and answered your question. “They’re friends with my roomies, and my friends are their roomies. So, I guess that makes us friends by association. At least that’s the only way to see it since we nearly argued our heads off freshman year.”

You scoff with narrowed eyes, “By association, huh.”

He quirks a brow up. “Mhmm.”

Good God, the more you two throw invisible daggers at each other, the more uncomfortable people feel being in this room. Oh, but don’t worry; the night gets even worse. Three turns later, it was your turn to spin the bottle. And – sit with me here – just guess who it lands on? Bingo! Satoru Gojo.

The hushed gasps that filled the room were telling; it was bound to happen, but no one thought it would happen. The star-crossed haters spun the bottle and landed on each other. And since Gojo doesn’t drink (and he finds the questions rather lackluster), he chooses the closet. The gasps were louder that time, and your blood began to boil.

The first time it happened was uneventful; it’s what you preferred. After the door closed, you told him, “Don’t even think about touching me.” It was just pure silence for the entire seven minutes. You sat on one side of the emptied closet while Gojo was on the other. There were the occasional sniffles of your nose and his loud yawns. But other than that, you two stayed at your respective sides of the closet. Seven minutes of no words, just keeping to yourself and watching the lava lamp in your corner be your light.

You two survived the first set of seven minutes, not a scratch on either of you, to everyone’s thankful stars. Keywords: first set. Because why wouldn’t there be more?

When it got to Gojo’s turn, he spun the bottle and got you! So, here you are, walking into the closet again with your notorious opp. You swore to God this had to be the universe’s way of toying with you as if the start of this semester wouldn’t be a handful to deal with already.

You’re back on your side of the closet, groaning at your hands. It’s okay, Y/n, calm down. You can sit through another seven minutes. You got this! Don’t even act like he’s there…

And so you compose yourself, watching the heated, yellow wax of the purple lava lamp prompt up to the top to cool and sink back down. Six minutes…Five…Four—

“So, let’s say, hypothetically,” your eyelids closed shut for your eyes to roll freely. “I asked for a little something-—“

“I guess I should’ve added no talking, too. Thought that was rather self-explanatory to you.” You shut him down quickly. “And I thought I said don’t even think of touching me.”

“Well, you’re not in control of my brain,” you don’t have to turn your head to know that the fucker is looking at you. “Besides, I did say hypothetically.”

This motherfucker… ”Well, then, I’d, hypothetically, break every single one of your fingers and give them to Mei Mei so she can sell them to all your fangirls.”

“Hah! Nice to know you see me of high value.” He shifts his feet around from their crisscrossed position. “Bet you’d keep one of them.”

You scoff. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself! I’m annoyed just from not looking at you; what the fuck would I need your stupid finger for.”

“Hmmm, I can think of many, like—“

“Do not finish that sentence, Gojo.” Your tone dialed lower; a warning. He notices it, bringing his hands up defensively.

“Jeez, lighten up, Y/n.” He says while leaning against the back wall. “With an attitude like that, no other guy or gal in that room will ever want to be in a closet with you.”

Oh, you don’t say, fuckface! “I barely want to be in this closet with you. Hell, I didn’t even want to be here! I only came for Utahime, assuming it would be a small party…How the hell did you even get here? I thought the basketball team was going out somewhere.“

“Awww, you spying on me, Y/n?” Oh, you hate his fucking snicker, shoving a middle finger in his direction. “We were supposed to be at some restaurant joint, but a few of the crew flunked out on us and said they’d go to some ‘big party,’ then everyone wanted to go, and now we’re here. You know I don’t like alcohol, but I just tagged along because Suguru was here. I didn’t know about you, though.”

You bring your hands to your face to sigh in private. “We gotta stop meeting like this…It’s like I can never escape you.”

“…Is that a bad thing?”

You open your mouth to refute, but no words leave….Huh?

That was…..odd. Why did he ask that question like that: you couldn’t detect a remnant of childish malice he’d been throwing at you back and forth. Even when you faced him, his face was straight ahead. But when you don’t answer, his left eye goes to his peripheral to glimpse at you.

What the…Is he being genuine right now?

You gaze at him briefly before turning away, “I….I don’t know.” He hums to your response. “….Do you think so?”

Gojo shrugs. “Can’t say so either.” You hum back, and the silence takes over once again.

Okay, now things are even more awkward. You came into this closet with irritation, yet somehow, it vanished into thin air. It was the one thing that’s been constant throughout this evening. Now that it’s gone, you can only replay the moment from a few seconds ago in your head.

Is it a bad thing? Why would he ask that? Of course, it’s a bad thing! Has he forgotten how much hostility we have for each other? Jesus Christ….Wait, why did he say he didn’t know either? What does that even mean!!??

“You look nice.”

You—……I’m sorry, what???

The way you snapped your head back to him, you could’ve sworn you heard your neck crack. Holy fuck, why the hell was he looking at you right now? His round glasses shine from the lava lamp, so you can’t see his eyes.

“Wh….What?” It was cold; the weather app said it would snow later tonight. Therefore, the temperatures and winds were unforgiving after sunset. So you took it upon yourself to dress warmly. It was all simple, just a white, long-sleeved halter blouse that matched your black skirt – it was the only nice thing you had outside of regular leggings. And you covered your legs with black pantyhoses but decorated with cute white knitted leg warmers.

He repeated in a singing tune. “You look nice.”

When it came to the white-haired guy in this closet with you, there were rare moments where you felt as though you were shocked by him. This was beyond astounding, the comment continuing to ring throughout your ears.

You blinked at him before averting your eyes down to your hands, trying to distract the increase of heat on your cheeks by intertwining your fingers together. “….Thank you, Gojo.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he’d shrug again, chuckling to himself before adding on. “It’s way better than your other outfits. Baggy old sweatshirts, bags under your eyes even if you’re wearing glasses, sweatpants with stains. You look like a homeless librarian.”

Annnnnd just like that, with the drop of your quivering lip, all the warm feelings you felt for a minute evaporated in seconds. The anger returned with the twitch of a brow. “…Tch, gee, thanks. I can’t say the same for you.”

“Oh, you know you look cute when you’re jealous~.”

You almost busted a nerve. Who the hell are you calling, cute? “As if. From the sound of it, you must be jealous of me; who told you to be looking and criticizing what I wear? Must be rough not being able to wear comfortable clothes all the time, huh?”

“Shut the hell up,” he finally snaps, and you stick your tongue out in victory.

“No, I’ll keep going! I’m sorry, Mr. Perfect, but not everyone wants to put on their best outfits to impress you, not like your fangirls who get their best bras to push up their breasts for you to notice.”

“Huh, you lookin’ at other girls' boobies? Wow, Y/n, never took you as a pervert.” He laughs at your stare of pure anger. “You are jealous, huh? That I’m talking at other girls and not you? Awww, don’t be so selfish; there’s plenty of me to go around!”

You snarl at him. “Ugh, you’re so gross! I don’t want anything to deal with you. So all those girls can have you and rip you to shreds for all I care. Let them know how much of a big fucking baby the wonderful, amazing Satoru Gojo is when he drops his ice cream on the floor and cries on Geto’s shoulders. Or that you’re such a lightweight that you accidentally vomited in Nanami’s cup one time, which he threw at you...Or maybe I should tell them.”

His brows furrow, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would, and then some.” You sneer. “In fact, I’ll go downstairs, grab that red punch, and spill it right on you in front of that girl next to you. I’ll make your hair look like strawberry shaved ice.”

He leans his cheek against his fist with a huff. “I take it back; you don’t look nice at all. So uncute.”

You gasped with trenched brows. “Excuse me!?”

“You heard me, you’re uncute!” Yup, today was the day: you’re going to choke the hell out of this motherfucker. “I feel bad for any guy who'd wound up in this closet with you, dealing with such a little devil.”

“You’re one to talk, dickhead! I’d much rather be stuck in this closet with anyone else — even Geto!”

“Taah, as if! I bet you never even had your first kiss with such an attitude like that.”

Again, you open your mouth to say something, yet words evade you at that very moment. And Gojo catches it quickly. Because his brows raise, lifting his head back up, eyes scanning your face.

Oh fuck.

“...”

Don’t.

“….Y/n,”

Don’t say it.

“You never had your first ki—“

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!

He couldn’t finish that sentence, thank God, because the phone alarm from the outside rang. Seven minutes are up — this session is up, so you quickly stood up and opened the closet door.

With swift feet, you sit back next to Utahime, your eyes downcast to the bottle, avoiding Gojo’s feet coming around and taking his spot across from you. Your roommate perks at your silence, “You okay, Y/n?”

A nod is offered to her, “Yeah, I’m fine.” No, you weren’t. Your heart was pounding like crazy, your skin dropping in color. And you can feel the eyeballs from across boring into your being. “Let’s just keep playing.”

And so the game carried on from Gojo’s turn. Your eyes could only ever look at the bottle, hoping it would never land on you from there on out. But that would be the easy way out, and – as life is – nothing goes your way when you want it to be.

Because when it gets to your turn, you watch with patient eyes as the glass spins on the cold hardwood floor. One spin goes by, and another swings around. Finally, it stops, the neck of the bottle pointing vertically from you, and your whole figure washes in apprehension with the hushed sounds of exclamation of the other people in the room.

Alas, the bottle pointed to Gojo. It was inevitable – you couldn’t avoid his presence since the last session anymore. You look at him, your brows scrunched with mercy. But he points to the closet with his chin, and you follow his lead to the small space with anxiousness at every step.

Back to your respective stations in the closet. You can only use the mesmerizing wax of the lava lamp as a sort of comfort – a distraction for your nerves that are at an all-time high. Why were you so nervous? All he did was ask if you ever had your first kiss taken.

Yeah, that’s the problem! Why did he have to know that!? Ughhhh, I should’ve just lied or something…Now what? Will he make fun of me for not having my first kiss taken yet? What is this, middle school!?? The thoughts in your head were a battle to deal with, one personal worry after another.

But all that washes away when the silver-haired guy finally breaks the quiet after a minute. “…Wanna kiss me?”

It felt like your heart dropped at that abrupt question; the warm circulation coursing through your body transitioned to an ice-cold sensation. Your breathing stops, and your eyes shoot wide at the person you’re with. “….Wha….What did you say?”

He doesn’t hesitate at your request. “Wanna kiss?”

Have….Have you lost—“your mind!? Why would you ask me that??” You whisper yelled at him so the people outside don’t hear you.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Why not?”

Why not?!? “Gojo, you can’t be serious. Just because I never had my first kiss doesn’t mean I need it to happen this instant! Are you that much of a horndog that you’d ask—“

“Let me explain, alright!?” He yells in whispers back with a hand raised to stop your rambling, and you hold your tongue. “Listen, I’m not asking to be a dick, okay? I just thought that…ya know, being in a place full of strangers, someone’s bound to be in this closet with you and ask you for a kiss.”

Your face screws to a magnificent expression of confusion you could ever contour. “Why are you concerned about who I kiss? It’s not like I’d agree or—“

“Yeah, but like, what if they did, huh?” His sky-blue eyes peek from above his sunglasses. The sharpness they carried told you he was serious about this — like he was serious about you. That…That was so off of him. “What if some weirdo forces themselves on you, and me and Suguru can’t help you in time, huh? I can think of two guys in this room who’d probably do that.”

It takes a few seconds for you to soak in his words, “….So? What are you getting at?” He opens his mouth but stops from saying something, his pointer finger up but back to a fist. You could tell; whatever he was thinking had him in mental turbulence.

He releases a deep sigh before saying, “I’m just…I’m saying, wouldn’t it be better to have your first kiss with someone you know, at least?”

You couldn’t believe he was saying such things to you. “And…you think you’re the one I should….kiss?”

“….I don’t hear a no.”

You wanted to refute that statement — challenge him or prove him wrong! You looked at his face, examining every feature to find an indication that whatever he was saying was just a way to get under your skin. He loves to poke fun at you, so why wouldn’t he use this as a perfect opportunity?

However, you couldn’t find anything. His eyes were sincere, stationed right back on yours. You saw his Adam’s apple move from a gulp, letting you know that he was a little nervous, too. And your gaze drifted to his mouth, the thought of his lips being on yours staining your brain for the first time. It was scary to think about, your heart racing to no end.

“Y/n,” he said your name so quietly that you almost missed it. “Do you trust me?”

What an odd question to ask in this awkward atmosphere. Do you trust Satoru Gojo, the boy you would smack with a given chance? He’s undoubtedly the most annoying person you’ve ever bumped into — a thorn in your side since freshman year. He is such a tactless fool, doing and saying whatever he thinks comes to mind, picking on you like you were a child, and not taking you seriously when you wanted him to. You could list many things that you saw wrong with this guy.

Yet, he wasn’t the worst. There hasn’t been an instance where you felt uncomfortable around him, only annoyance. He was friends with Geto and Shoko; that alone should be enough to tell you he’s someone worth depending on. And even when you two would be tasked to do something together, you’d surely click your tongue and bicker until the cows came home. But at the end of the day, you still knew how to work with one another and get the job done.

In all things considered, Satoru Gojo was an irritant. Even so, he was an irritant you could depend on — to trust.

Breathing was a hard thing to do, taking in air and exhaling excruciatingly slow. You chew on your bottom lip and give him a curt nod. “I…I trust you, Gojo.”

He lets your answer sink in for a bit before he moves his position, his back to the wall while facing you, legs straight down to the ground. He pats on a thigh, “C’mere.”

Hesitance was there for a split second, but you followed his command and quietly maneuvered your way toward his direction, situating on top of his legs. Of course, you were anxious as hell; your ears and cheeks shared a warmth unbearable to host. Your figure being so close to his, you had to be dreaming.

But you weren’t. The hands he placed on your waist prove so, earning a gasp to leave you. His voice is low for just the two of you to hear. “Put your hands on my shoulders…Ya scared?” A slow nod is what you give him, and he chuckles lightly. “It’s okay. Try closing your eyes for me. Relax, I’m not gonna do anything dumb.”

He only said that because of that look you gave him. He is going to do something to you — just nothing too rash.

“Trust me, pretty.”

Pretty? Yes, he just called you pretty. You were used to him calling you dumb names to get you riled up, yet none nearly sweet and fitting the mood like this one. It made your heart skip a beat.

With that, you held back reluctance when closing your eyelids. It made you a little uneasy, unable to see him in front of you, what he was doing, what he looked like while having you on him like this.

Suddenly, you squeak when something softly presses down to your clavicle. It was his lips.

He snickers, “Ya know, I gotta admit.” He brings his mouth up your neck with kisses, your breath shaking with every peck, and your hands clinging onto his sweatshirt. “It’s kinda nice seeing you be all shy on top of me like this.”

“Go..jo...” you flinch at his soft kiss on your forehead, his hands rubbing your sides.

“Don’t do that. Call me by my first name.” You can feel him bringing a hand to your cheek, caressing your bottom lip gently with his thumb. “I know you know it. I wanna hear it with your voice.”

Holy fuck, this got intense way too fast. He brings his nose close to yours, and you shiver at the contact. It only means he’s mere centimeters away. Thank God your eyes were closed now because you swear you’d turn to stone if you snuck a peek.

“S..Sa…Toru—Mmmph!?“

And there it was, the inexorable. Gojo’s lips fleshed with yours softly, nothing too explicit or unpleasant for you. It was a simple kiss, yet it felt so foreign to you. Your first kiss had been with Satoru Gojo. What a momentous day.

It lasted a few seconds, your body stiff and hands balled to fists nonetheless. He removes from you with a soft noise between your lips, the heat from his face taken with him now that you have space to breathe. You open your eyes for him.

“There ya go,” he says with a small smile, stroking your cheek with his thumb while his forefinger plays with your earlobe. “Was it so bad?”You huffed, shaking your head no. Gojo hums, the hand on your waist gripping your flesh faintly. “….Can I kiss you again?”

Your breath hitched. It was a tiny request. One more wouldn’t hurt, right? You nod, closing your eyes again and awaiting his move.

Gojo leans in and claims your lips again, a soft hum from him when his face is back on yours. The next one was a little more risqué than the last, your bottom lip being taken by his playfully. The third kiss was where the mood dialed to a more wanton plane, him nibbling on your lip to allow him access. It’s here that Gojo can’t contain the reins, removing his glasses, “Come here, cutie.”

And you can’t help yourself either, succumbing to these smooches while wrapping your arms around his neck. Gojo’s no better, snaking his hand to the back of your neck and his other sneaking down to your butt.

You break the kiss to inquire, “Hahhh—…you pervert,” your eyes half-lidded.

He puffs a laugh, “Whaaat? I thought you’d like me to be touchy.”

You don’t admit anything to him, just slamming your face to his again. You decided to be a little adventurous and lick his lips. Gojo senses the initiative and takes your tongue to suck on. The whimper you let out was too cute, egging him on to suck and tease the muscle more.

It makes you dwell in the moment more, your limbs no longer stiff, yet your hips subtly move voluntarily. The friction from your groin rubbing on his jean-covered thigh was strangely enticing, your restraint becoming lesser the more you moved. And it gets worse after both Gojo’s hands creep into your skirt and tease your ass with squeezes.

“Ahhh, mmmm, Satoru..” you wailed.

“Relax, baby,” there it goes again, another cute pet name to call you. He really knew how to get you going. “Let me take care of you….Mmmm”

He shoves his tongue into your mouth – not too forceful to scare you, but enough to get that he is impatient. You moan to his mouth, a hand grabbing tuffs of his snowy hair.

His nose is pressed to your cheek like yours, and it’s getting harder to breathe now that things are getting intimate. But it all felt good, and the mood was just right. You rub your chasm onto his leg, which he lifts just a bit to make grazing your groin a little better. And God, the way his hands groped your butt, it turned you on even more.

Ohh fuck, tongues swirl around each other, your head begins to pound, and your ears ring from the heat on your face.. Oh, God, you could feel a hand come up to the top of your stocking, teasing its way down your skin and to the hem of your underwear. Please, please—

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!

Even so, everything freezes in time, and both you and Gojo stop whatever you’re doing. Lips still on lips, your ass on his lap, and his middle and forefinger barely grazing the crack of your ass. It’s here that everything hits you all at once: you are not the only one here — you’re not even in your room! You’re still at the party you were dragged into, in some stranger’s bedroom closet, smooching with your supposed most hated person.

You immediately withdraw from him, Gojo removing his hands from you to put up defensively. Your hands rush to cover your lips, which are wet from spit. A thousand thoughts run around your head. Holy shit, what the hell was I doing!? Did I really just kiss Gojo? Satoru Gojo!? What was I thinking!!?

And Gojo didn’t say anything, only gauging your reaction to see what goes from here. The light from the lava lamp behind you is sheltered, your silhouette drawn to cover the guy in front of you.

I need to leave. That’s your final thought, taking an immediate stand and storming out of the closet. Utahime noticed you make a beeline to the door, and the roommate pursues right behind you down the stairs. She moves past drunk dudes to grab your wrist, “Y/n! What’s wrong – are you okay?”

It’s time to lie. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just tired, you know.” You lead her to the broom closet where all the initial guests’ jackets were stored. You grab for yours and put it on, “I think I’m just gonna call an Uber and head back to campus before the snowfall.”

Her face contorts to an expression of worry. “Are you sure? I’ll come with you; this place bugs any—“

“No, no. You don’t have to worry, Uta.” You place a hand on her shoulder before she can move another step.

“When you say it like that, I can’t help but worry.”

Your lips twinge to a smile to display faux comfort. “It’s okay, really. You don’t have to ruin your fun for me. Besides, I saw some underclassmen waiting to speak with you all night somewhere down here.”

Utahime doesn’t buy it, and you knew she doesn’t. But thankfully, she doesn’t try to fight with you and gives you the okay. She watches you open the door before leaving, “Make sure you call or text me when you get to our dorm!”

It made you laugh; the girl can be such an older sister. “Don’t worry, Shoko’s still there, remember? Cya later, have fun!”

“Bye, be careful!” A final warning to you before the roommate closes the door for you.

You spoke too soon. Now outside, snow was already falling to the ground, probably a few minutes earlier since it wasn’t sticking to the ground yet. The little cold flakes touching the skin of your face were almost remedial, evening out the warmth of your cheeks.

You use this moment to recuperate from what transpired in that house. It was so out of the ordinary and was completely weirding you out, but not in a terrible way. It was more like odd-ish, strange, downright out of the norm. The more you think about it, visiting back to the senses of your hands in his hair, his slender fingers teasing the flesh of your butt, and the pillowy sensation of his lips glued to yours while whispering sweet things…..

….Nope, the cold was not helping at all. There goes the warmness creeping back on your cheeks and ears. Let me hurry and get the fuck out of here, grabbing for your phone and unlocking it to find the Uber app.

“Y/n!”

But before your thumb could press on the application, you instinctively turned around to see the door was open again. And the person who called out to you had your breath come to a complete stop.

Gojo closed the door behind him, coming down the driveway while hurriedly putting on his grey Chesterfield coat. “Fuuuuuck, it got cold quick!”

“G–Gojo!” You stuttered when out by the time he could make it to you. “What’s up? What are you—“

“I saw you weren’t in the bedroom, and Suguru told me you headed downstairs. You could’ve told me you were leaving; that fox with bangs was giving me an earful,” he stuffs his hands in his pockets and then curses. “Fuck, I should’ve checked for my gloves before I left….Anyway, where are you heading off to?”

You were a little taken aback. “Uhhh, back to the dorms?”

“Great!” He wraps an arm around your shoulders and walks with you down the road. “My car’s over there; let’s hurry before we freeze to death.”

Huh? “Hurry where??”

“Huh? We’re going back to campus, no?”

We!? “Together!?”

“Yeah?”

“Gojo, please!” You promptly removed yourself away from Gojo, standing in front of him. “Why are you doing this? Why are you being all nice now?”

He shrugged “Ehhhh? Are friends not supposed to give friends rides back home?”

“No, not us! We aren’t friends; we’re friends to an extent, remember!?”

“Ahhh, stop being a baby. You act as if you’ve never been in my car before.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Yeah, but not when I’m alone with you, dummy! “C’mon, it’s gonna get colder with this snow.”

“Okay, just—Stop!” Your hands go up to prevent him from getting any closer to you. He stops, the fallen flakes camouflaging with his hair. “Gojo….you understand what just happened back there, right?”

He doesn’t say anything, only a single nod.

“So, you know that my mind is going at like a hundred miles per hour right now.”

“….Yeah.”

“Okay….So, just please…I need a minute.” Your face goes to your feet to divert your thoughts elsewhere because you don’t know if you could handle looking at the white-haired man for a mere second.

Gojo looks at you mumble to yourself, avoiding him. He releases a deep sigh, walking towards you and lifting a side of his coat to shield you two from the windows of the house party. “…You’re doing it again.”

His shoes come to your direct line of sight, your heart pounding even more. “…Doing what?”

“The thing where you push people out whenever you feel overwhelmed.” You flinch when his finger grazes the back of your palm. “Don’t do that, not right now. I want you to talk to me.”

What is there to talk about? You could’ve said that to throw him off — be avoidant to this whole conversation. But it’s futile after he brings your chin up to face him.

“Did I make you uncomfortable back there?”

“….No.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I….I don’t know.” Honestly, you did not know. Your mind had too much to go through; so many memories and phrases from moments ago hit you all at once. You’re fighting the urge to tremble — not from the cold, but from overstimulation of brain power and senses.

His eyes are still fixed on you, noting you chewing on your lip. “Come with me.” The sudden revelation quirked your eyebrows up. “Whatever’s going on with you is obviously because of me. So, I’d feel like a dick if I just let you leave because of me. Plus, there’s no way you’re getting an Uber from here. Shit is like $20, I checked.”

“Gojo, I—“ he silences you with a kiss on your forehead. The feel of his lips on your skin again almost made you shut down.

“Sorry,” he whispered while placing his forehead on yours. You never really noticed how tall he was until he did that, your heart skipping again. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

Picture it: you are out in the cold with Gojo, snow falling down silently onto your figures, him bringing his coat up to shield you from the world. If you were naive enough, you’d mistake this as a scene from a fairy tale. And how he was looking at you, too; his sunglasses were back on, but you could make out the blue orbs that lingered on yours. It’s as if he didn’t want to look at anything else. Just you and only you.

You don’t know where the hell this side of confidence came from, but you lifted your hands to cup his cheeks and bring him in for another kiss. Cold lips instantaneously warm up at each other’s contact, Gojo leaning into your touch more.

Snow continues to fall and stick, and the music from the house can still be heard from the outside. Yet it doesn’t bother you because it all drowns out in this moment you feel with him. Whatever these feelings you are experiencing are something new — scary, but new. And for some reason, it felt right to have them for him.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A sheet of white cascades over the university grasses, students’ cars topped with sprinkles of snowflakes, and the lampposts emit a glow that fits the dark, cloudy weather.

You were back on campus but not in your dorm where you told Utahime you’d be. You did text her when you arrived, so she doesn’t have to worry too much for you. In turn, she texted back that something had come up and is going to another event with Haibara and some other friends. She said she wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning; it sounds like she’s having a good time.

The same thing goes for Geto, only that the raven-haired boy called Gojo to say he’d be home in the morning because he was getting “private” with someone he met at the party. “Will be back in the morning. Don’t cause a fire alarm like last time, you dork."

Haibara is supposedly with your roommate, meaning he won’t be back until the morning, either. The only person left to account for would be Nanami, who is currently away for the weekend because he had to visit home to grab last-minute things from break.

That leaves only you inside their apartment – in Gojo’s room on top of his bed with your top and bra down on the carpeted floor, along with Gojo’s sweatshirt and jeans. His bed is like any other twin bed for college dorms, a little impossible to move around for two people and limited positions. Nonetheless, to start things off slow, you lie comfortably on his bed with your head to his pillow as he crawls above you and works from above.

Gojo is straddled on top of you, kissing your lips and sucking on your tongue, evoking the prettiest wails he’s ever heard. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders while his are busy roaming your body.

The kiss is broken when you gasp at the contact of his pinkie grazing a nipple on your breast. “Ahhnn, Satoru, don’t touch…Mmmph!”

“Hmmm, what, gorgeous?” He places his lips from your chin down to your neck, sucking on your skin and leaving ticklish nibbles. “Don’t touch what?”

“M–My ni—Ohhoo!” He gives the hardened bud a tweeze, and your cry results from the sudden action.

He chuckles, “So cute.” Kisses travel down from your collarbone, your breasts, and finally, your other unattended nipple. A whimper leaves your lips at the wet sensation of his tongue swirling around the sensitive nob, and you shriek when he takes it into his mouth. The frequent grazes of his teeth and the tongue pushing your nipple to the roof of his mouth — it all felt surreal.

Yet, it wasn’t as surreal as the next thing he was about to do. Sucking on your tit was the perfect distraction for him to sneak a hand down into your pantyhose, sinking it to the lower regions of your underwear. You gasp at the feeling of a digit pressing on the wet spot of your underwear.

“W–Mmmph…’toru, wait…” you pat him on his shoulder to get his attention, yet he doesn’t lift from your breast yet. “Don’t—Stop, it’s embarrassing—Khhmm!“ Shivers shoot up your spine after Gojo uses his middle and forefinger to go in between your panty-covered folds. Your wetness sticks onto him the more he rubs.

Gojo lets go of your nipple with one last suck, the cool air chilling the wet bud. “Awww, is my lil’ princess shy?” You could only answer in pants and puffs, his blue eyes surveying your entire body laid out for him. “Heh, shit, you look so good...Hmm? Hey, you got a tear down here.”

“Huh?” You follow his eyes down to your tights, bringing your attention to a worn-down incision where Gojo’s hand is between the material and your underwear. It must’ve been from when I was grinding on him earlier today…

The snow-haired boy removes his hand from inside your tights and uses both to make the rip bigger. Your eyes shot wide, “Wha—What are you doing?”

“Making it easier to see your pussy.” He continues to tear a hole big enough for the damp spot of your pussy to be prevalent.

Your face dials up in warmth at the vulgar word. “You could’ve just taken them off, you idiot…”

“Pssh, that’s no fun. Besides,” Gojo uses a thumb to remove the panty barrier to reveal what he’s wanted to see the moment you crawled up on his bed. Your bare cunt, wet substance glistening the pretty folds of your labia. He bites his lip. “I’ve been dying to see this pretty thing you’ve been hiding from me.”

Your hands rush to cover up your vagina, “D-Don’t say such embarrassing things, Gojo!”

“Hey, hey, let me see it,” his hands are used to pull yours aside, your slit throbbing from his gaze without your control. “And what did I say about calling me by my last name?”

It was a force of habit, dummy. “...Just be gentle, okay, Satoru?”

He beams a smile at you, the dimples on his cheek prevalent with his childish manner. “I will, princess! Now, what’s goin’ on here…”

He ditches his head down to your chasm, giving the inviting genitalia a slow lick up to your clitoris. You bucked your hips in shock, jerking at the sudden intrusion of his tongue situating between your slit. He uses his hands to keep your legs still while he sucks and teases your vagina.

You grab for his hair, “—Khhaa!! Ohhh, ohhfuckkk, Satoru, no—Ohhh!!” Your eyes screw shut, mouth open to let your cries fly out.

It only pushes Gojo to keep going, his tongue ravaging your folds as if he’s going to lick you clean. And when he sucks on clit? Holy fuck, you could’ve sworn your soul left your body right there and then.

“Satoruuu!! Ohhhshit, ohhhh…Mmmph,” the noises that come from the commotion below of Gojo’s tongue lapping and slurping your essence were so pornographic to the ears as if they’d melt on the spot. “Oh, God, I’m gonna cum, I think I’m gonna…Nnmmph!”

Gojo hears you; that’s why he removes his mouth from your clit before you can experience your orgasm. You throw an unsatisfied whine at him, a shit-eating grin apparent on his face. “Sorry, cutie. But I wanna have a feel for you first.” He straightens his posture and spreads your legs for him. You follow his hands that land at the hem of his boxer briefs, where a tent protrudes until his erection is sprung out with one fell swoop.

The erect limb you gawked at was definitely something you weren’t mentally prepared enough to see. Your eyes take in every single detail you can: from his pink tip, where precum exudes from the urethra down to the underside of his cock, to the long body curved slightly to the left. A whole living a breathing dick — and it’s Gojo’s dick, of all things. It was oddly pretty, you had to admit.

“Ya ready?” You snap back to reality when Gojo calls out to you as he scoots forward to you after putting the condom on, the cockhead aligning with your labia. You hold your breath at the proximity, “Listen to me, Y/n. Since this is your first time, I need you to take deep breaths and try to relax for me. Think you can do that for me?” You sigh through your nostrils, but you nod. “Heh, good. Now stay still, and let me know if it hurts, okay, princess?”

He lightly pushes his glans to your labia, swirling it around to warm you up before kissing the entrance of your vagina. He begins to propel into you, and you begin to brace yourself for the pain that accompanies his insertion. You grab the pillowcase, your teeth clinging to your bottom lip as tears well up. But you remind yourself to breathe, drawing out as much of an exhale for Gojo to shove the tip in.

And when it does get in, you release the loudest gasp you’ve ever expressed that night! Your body froze stiffly as Gojo plunged more of his length into you; the curve scraping your side caused such an exhilarating spike in your nerves that your walls immediately began clenching around him.

Oh fuck, It’s coming, I’m gon— “Ahhhh!”

And just like that, your orgasm that was avoided before came back in seconds., the walls of your slit fluttering on Gojo’s cock like crazy, electric shocks climbing up to your head and pulling you in for a haze.

The sudden contraction of you makes Gojo hiss, “—Fuuuck, you’re gripping me like crazy…! Damn, you feel so fucking good…” He continues to push himself onto you until the base rises your southern lips and grinds his pelvis, which only fuels your screams even more with the overstimulation. “—Khhh! D-Damn…did you cum, baby?”

You can’t even form a proper sentence, your lower half feeling too full to speak, and your figure trembling from the crescendo.

Your expression has Gojo bend down to laugh. “Never had that happened before. Heh, glad I could make you cum for the first time. Congrats, pretty…” Pillowy lips claim yours again, taking your whines and whimpers as he roughly grinds his hips to you.

Gojo begins moving his hips at a slow pace, letting you adjust to his size and shape. However, the peak has made your entire lower body dial-up in sensitivity, your back arching to him every time your clit is barely touched. Tears have long fallen since he successfully entered inside you.

Jesus, the fucking curve of his shaft was so fucking dangerous! Not only was the feeling of his veins coming to and fro with your inner walls had you twitching, but the way the tip of his cock was scratching and poking every spot that had you humming was so unfair. Especially now, when he changes the rhythm to a faster cadence, you’re bound to come again!

“Ohooo, ahahhh, Sa-‘toru…! Ughhh, Jesus, it feels so….Hooohhh!!” Your words slurred in between kisses, almost choking on your tongue with the slap of his balls hitting your taint.

“Yeah, baby…—Ohhh, shit, shit, shiiiit…!” You feel so good to Gojo; he can’t help but slam onto you with all his might. Your nails were causing eclipses on the skin of his shoulders. He didn’t mind; he knew it was because you were feeling good, too. “Hnngh…How’re you feelin’, Y/n? Hmm?”

“—Eeshh!! I–I…don’t know…” Your brain was too mushy to think adequately, too distracted by what was between your legs.

But Gojo wasn’t buying that mess. “Ohoho, I think you do know, sweetie.” The tall silver-haired boy creeps a hand down to your clit to give it a pinch. You scream, your legs wrapping around his hips involuntarily. “How’re you feeling?”

“—Fuuuhucck!! It feels good,” There, you finally said it. “It feels soo good…Hic–pleaseeee, make me feel good, ‘toruuuu!!”

He puts his forehead to yours before kissing it. “God, you’re so fucking, cute…”

Gojo increases his tempo to an erratic fashion, your howls bouncing off the walls with every plunge of his dick inside you. Your gummy walls clamp onto him while his fingers swipe around your clitoris, and more tears strike down your wet cheeks.

The familiar tingling sensation from before begins to climb up. Oh, God, it’s happening again. “Ahhooo—OhmyfuckingGooood!! I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna cummm…! Aiiishh, ahhhhh!!”

And there it goes, your second crescendo hitting you like a wall. Your walls twitch around Gojo’s length again, prompting the man above you to impetuously thrust in a harsh motion, evoking more choked sobs from your puffy lips. And when he dwells into a finish of his own, you can feel his limb pulsate along with your contractions withering away.

The two of you heave and pant close to each other before Gojo slumps his body on your nude figure, allowing him to rest while he pumps his load into your stimulated cunt. The sheets beneath you stick to your sweaty skin, the air of Gojo’s huffs tickling your neck.

When you feel your body subsided from the excitement, you two turn to each other. Noses touching each other, eyes locked into each other’s stares.

“….So,” he’s the first to speak in a whisper. “…What does this make us?”

His eyes were so alluring to look at, like looking at the most beautiful azure gems in your adjacency. “…I’ll punch you if you say I’m your girlfriend.”

That has him chuckling in shaky breathes. “Fair enough, but it’d be dumb if we didn't talk after this.”

A curt nod in agreement, “…Is there a thing called frenemies-with-benefits?”

“Pfft, I don’t know, but why not? I wouldn’t mind.” Gojo then decides to get up and finally remove himself from you, slowly taking out his cock with the condom. The bed creaks when he leaves to remove the plastic and wrap it to discard it. “You okay?”

You ponder for a few seconds before coming to an honest answer. “I think so…My pantyhose isn’t fine, though, you fiend.”

He flashes another smile at you, his dimples taking your heart away. “Yeah, yeah, sorry about that. I’ll get you another pair.”

“You better.”

BZZZT!! BZZZT!! BZZZT!!

Before you could get off the bed, a vibration came from Gojo’s dresser top. It was his phone, the caller ID reading as “punk-boy bangy wannabe”

You blink and give the phone to Gojo after he puts his sweatshirt back on. With raised brows, he says, “It’s Suguru?” His thumb presses the green button before bringing the device to his ear while he puts his limp dick back in his boxers. “Yo. Wassup?”

“Okay, good, you picked up. I’m getting in the elevator right now to grab something from the room real quick. Open the door for me, will ya?”

The white-haired roommate couldn’t express his shock in time because Geto ended the call before he could have the chance. He turns to you slowly, and you can tell whatever he’s going to say isn’t good based on that dumb look on his face. “Suguru's coming up…now.”

Panic spiked up as it rightfully should. You were still braless and topless, for Christ’s sake! And wearing torn tights!? Something you did not want Geto to see in the likes of his and Gojo’s room. “W–What should I do?!”

Gojp quickly scans the room for a plan, immediately pointing to a door to his right. “Hide in my closet!” He hurries to grab the door open. “Quick, grab your clothes and get in here!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…!” You grab for everything in your direct line of sight, making a straight beeline to the closet when you’ve got everything. “Don’t forget my shoes at the front; just quickly hide them somewhere!”

“Okay, okay—“

“I’m serious, Gojo! Do not do anything stupid!”

“I heard you, jeez.” He watches you move around the closet, moving his shoes to one side while trying to hide behind one of his suits. Jesus, you looked real cute even when you were scared. “…Hey.”

You peer up at him, moving his blazer so he could see your complete face. “What?”

“Be careful not to leave your panties here ‘cause I might not give them back.”

The last thing Gojo saw within that second was one of his dress shoes thrown dead at his face. His hands come to his stinging nose and cheek, exclaiming at the pain with a loud groan. “Fucking pervert, quit playing dumb games and get my shoes!”

I take it fucking back. He slams the closet door closed. “So uncute…”

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sonicenvy · 2 years ago

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ruewritesoccasionally · 3 months ago

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Playing with Fire | Aaron Pierre

pairing: aaron pierre x plus size!black!reader

warnings: heavy smut 18+, bratty behaviour, teasing, impact play (consensual ofc), power dynamics (dom!aaron + sub!reader) oral (m receiving), praise + degradation kink, dirty talk, & use of names (daddy, slut, princess, baby, mama)

summary: when a night of hosting their friends turns into a game of control and temptation, YN's bratty teasing pushes aaron to his limits. once the guests are gone, he makes sure she learns exactly why it's never wise to play with fire.

word count: 3.2K

a/n: you guys seem to be loving the aaron content, i'm lowkey tempted to come out of retirement

The kitchen buzzed with activity as Aaron worked his culinary magic, the scents of rosemary and thyme mingling in the air. The music played low, a jazzy playlist that matched the intimate vibe of the evening. It was their turn to host the couple's dinner, a tradition among their tight-knit circle of friends that had lasted years. Aaron had looked forward to the night—catching up with friends, sharing good food—but YN clearly had other plans.

Her plans, as far as Aaron could tell, didn’t involve entertaining guests at all.

She was stunning, as always. Her rich, deep brown skin glowed against the soft knit dress she’d chosen, the snug fabric hugging her curves in ways that made Aaron’s chest tighten. Her thick thighs brushed together as she moved, the sway of her hips almost hypnotic. She knew what she was doing—she always did.

“Everything okay over there, Chef?” she teased, her voice honeyed as she leaned against the counter, holding a wine glass in her hand.

Aaron glanced up from the pot he was stirring, his dark eyes locking on her. “Fine,” he muttered, though his grip on the wooden spoon tightened.

“Good,” she purred, taking a slow sip from her glass. The motion drew his attention to her lips, full and glossed, before his gaze slipped lower—to the way her breasts pressed against the dress.

She caught him staring and smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips that sent heat pooling low in his stomach. He turned back to the stove with a muttered curse, but the damage was done.

As she moved around the kitchen, she made a show of brushing past him. Her fingers grazed his arm here, her hip bumped his there, and every time she leaned over, her dress rose just enough to reveal the smooth, bare expanse of her thighs.

“YN,” he warned at one point, his voice low and strained as she reached for a glass on the top shelf, the movement arching her back in a way that had him gripping the edge of the counter.

“Yes, baby?” she replied innocently, glancing at him over her shoulder.

His jaw ticked. “Keep playing with me.”

By the time the first guests arrived, Aaron was already on edge, his self-control hanging by a thread. He greeted their friends with a warm smile, his deep voice steady, but YN’s presence beside him was a constant distraction.

As they settled into the evening, she didn’t let up. If anything, her teasing became bolder.

She sat across from him at the dining table, her dress riding up slightly as she crossed one leg over the other. The motion drew his eyes, and when he looked back up, she was watching him with a sly smile, her chin resting on her hand.

“What?” he asked, his voice low enough that the others couldn’t hear.

“Nothing,” she replied, the word laced with mischief.

Her foot brushed his under the table, a light, teasing touch that made his breath hitch. She kept the conversation going with their friends, her laugh rich and warm, but her foot remained there, sliding up his calf and lingering just high enough to make him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

He clenched his fists under the table, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to keep his composure.

As the laughter and conversation flowed in the living room, Aaron’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He frowned, slipping it out and glancing at the screen. A message from YN.

“For your eyes only.”

His brow furrowed, but the second he opened the attachment, his breath caught in his throat.

She’d taken the picture in the bathroom, angling her phone just so. Tilting her neck in a way that showcased the delicate curve of her jawline and the smooth expanse of her rich skin, her collarbone and chest gleamed with her favourite body oil. The neckline of her dress was tugged down ever so slightly, revealing the swell of her full breast—and just the barest hint of her sweet, dark areola.

Aaron’s grip tightened on his phone as a wave of heat surged through him, leaving him momentarily speechless. He swore under his breath, locking the screen and shoving the phone back into his pocket, but the image was seared into his mind.

His gaze darted to her across the room. She was laughing at something one of their friends had said, her smile wide and carefree, as if she hadn’t just sent him a picture designed to ruin his composure.

Aaron clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists as he fought to keep his cool. She was going to pay for this later.

The real test came later, as the night wore on.

YN excused herself to fetch dessert from the kitchen, and Aaron followed her with his eyes. Her dress swayed with each step, the fabric clinging to her curves in ways that made his throat go dry.

She returned a moment later, balancing plates of cake in her hands, but when she bent to place one in front of a guest, her dress inched up again. Aaron’s sharp eyes caught the briefest glimpse of smooth, bare skin beneath it.

No panties.

He froze, his entire body going rigid as a wave of heat surged through him. His jaw clenched, and his knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the table.

When she straightened, she met his eyes, a flicker of challenge dancing in hers.

He was done.

Aaron stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice tight, though his tone remained polite. He turned to YN, his gaze dark and dangerous. “Can you help me with something upstairs?”

She blinked, feigning confusion. “Of course, babe,” she replied, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her excitement.

Not that YN much cared—her focus was elsewhere—but their guests could feel the shift in the air. The sexual tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife, and Aaron’s not-so-subtle announcement had sent an unspoken message.

Recognising the situation for what it was, the group exchanged quick glances. One by one, they politely let themselves out, sparing YN and Aaron the embarrassment of any lingering.

“Thanks for the lovely evening,” one friend said with a warm smile, though there was a knowing gleam in their eyes.

“Food was amazing, as always,” another added.

Aaron stood at the door with YN by his side, his hand resting firmly on her waist. His fingers tightened in a warning grip, silently reminding her that he was still in control—even if she’d spent the entire evening testing him.

“Glad you all enjoyed it,” he said, his deep voice steady, though there was a rough edge to it now.

With a chorus of goodbyes and promises to catch up soon, their friends made their way out, leaving Aaron and YN alone in the now-empty house.

The door clicked shut, and for a moment, silence hung heavy in the air.

Then Aaron turned to her, his jaw tight, his dark eyes blazing with unrestrained hunger.

“You’ve got exactly five seconds to get upstairs,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

With Aaron’s words still echoing in her ears, YN dashed up the stairs, her laughter spilling out in breathless giggles. The thrill of anticipation coiled in her stomach, making her pulse quicken. She loved this—the push and pull, the game they played, and most of all, the way she could unravel him, bring a man like him to the brink of control.

Aaron was one hell of a man. Tall and broad, with muscles that flexed beneath his fitted clothes. Every move he made was deliberate, like a predator sizing up his prey. And his face—oh, his face. Those piercing eyes that could make her knees weak with a single look. That beard, perfectly shaped, framing lips that were equal parts soft and sinful.

What those lips were going to do to her tonight, what they’d say to her… She trembled at the thought, her body already buzzing with need. Her excitement got the better of her as she missed a step on the staircase, her balance slipping for just a moment.

Before she could fall, strong hands caught her waist, steadying her with ease. She gasped as Aaron’s body pressed up against hers, his chest firm against her back.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he murmured against her ear, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. His grip tightened, possessive and grounding all at once.

Her heart raced as she turned her head slightly to catch his gaze. There was that fire in his eyes, a look that made her feel equal parts powerful and utterly at his mercy.

“Go on, princess,” he said lowly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Aaron turned YN around, pressing her back against the door. His broad frame loomed over her, dark eyes burning with the kind of intensity that made her thighs clench together. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating off his body, his hands already gripping her waist like he couldn’t wait another second.

“You got what you wanted, didn’t you?” he growled, his voice low and rough, vibrating in her chest. His hand slipped down to grip her ass firmly, pulling her flush against him, letting her feel the hard evidence of her earlier teasing.

“Daddy all alone, all to yourself,” he continued, his tone laced with both frustration and hunger. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot and teasing. “Pulling those little stunts earlier… making your dirty little comments, bending over like that. You got me so fucking hard in front of our friends.”

Her breath hitched, her body tingling with equal parts anticipation and nervous excitement.

“You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over the table and tear your ass up right there,” he growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. “Should’ve shown them what a real slut looks like. My slut.”

The word sent a jolt through her, her knees threatening to buckle under the weight of his dominance. She whimpered softly, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt as she looked up at him through wide, needy eyes.

“You wanted this, princess,” Aaron continued, his hand moving up to cup her face, forcing her to look at him. “You think you’re ready for everything you’ve been begging for?”

“On your knees for me, baby. You know the game already—time to deal with the problem you made.”

Aaron’s voice was low, steady, but carried an edge of command that sent a thrill racing through her. She sank to the floor without hesitation, her breath quickening as she looked up at him. The view above was dizzying—his broad chest rising and falling, his dark, muscular arms flexing as he worked the buttons of his trousers at an agonisingly slow pace.

He radiated power, pure and unrestrained, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away as he pulled himself free, his thick, glistening length standing proud. A bead of liquid pooled at the tip, threatening to spill, and she moved without thought, her lips parting as she surged forward to catch it before it was wasted.

“Greedy little thing,” he chuckled darkly, the sound rough and pleased as he widened his stance. His fingers slid into her curls, tangling there, as he guided her to him. “That’s it, princess. Take Daddy’s dick like the good girl I know you are.”

The warmth of her mouth wrapped around him, hot and eager, and Aaron groaned, his head falling back as a shiver ran through his body. She worked him with precision and desperation, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head before taking him deeper, the sheer weight of him on her tongue making her core tighten.

Her nails gripped his thighs for support as she bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks with every pull. He hissed at the sensation, his free hand curling into a fist at his side as her pace quickened, her determination to please evident in every movement.

“Fuck, mama,” he growled, his voice strained, his body trembling slightly as her lips worked magic. “That mouth of yours… you’re going to make me lose it.”

“Are you ready for me to make you feel good?” he asked, his voice low, a dark promise in the words. She mumbled a garbled ‘yes’ around him, the vibration sending a jolt through him.

He smirked, his hand coming up to slap her cheek with a quick, sharp motion. “Don’t you know it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?” he teased, a smug smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

With a sudden pull, he withdrew himself from her mouth, the sound of the pop echoing in the charged air between them.

“Bed. Now,” he commanded, his tone cold and authoritative. Without even sparing her another glance, he turned away, pulling off the rest of his clothing with slow, deliberate movements, his eyes set on the bed.

The mirror was conveniently positioned for moments like this—face down, ass up, legs spread just enough, and eyes locked in. That’s how Aaron liked her: presented, prepared, and ready to take everything he gave. Y/N’s perfect arch highlighted the curve of her back, every inch of her body a work of art meant to be admired and claimed.

She began to regret ditching her panties earlier in the night. Maybe she could have used those extra seconds of slipping them off to brace herself for what was coming. The cool air brushed against her bare skin, adding to her anticipation, her slick thighs betraying how much she wanted him.

The bed dipped behind her, signaling Aaron’s presence. His movements were slow and deliberate, his towering figure closing in on her reflection in the mirror. She followed his every step, every calculated motion that made her nerves alight with electricity.

"God, just look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, eyes burning with intent.

Then came the first smack—a sharp sting across her ass that echoed in the room and had her gasping, her body jolting forward slightly. The force left her speechless for a moment, the pain a shock to her system, but her pussy clenched in response, desperate for more.

His laughing bearing no humour filled the room as he smoothed a large hand over the reddened spot. "You’re gonna count to ten for me, Princess. Loud and clear. Got it?"

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, her voice laced with desire and submission.

With each strike, her voice grew shakier, but she obediently counted, the mixture of pain and pleasure building to a maddening crescendo. By the final number, tears streaked her makeup, her lips swollen from biting back moans, her chest heaving with shallow breaths.

Aaron’s gaze softened as he took her in—flustered and utterly perfect, his Princess. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, his voice like velvet as he bent down to kiss the marks his hands left behind. His touch shifted to something gentler, soothing the stinging skin as he whispered against her. “You were so patient for me. I’ll make it all better now, baby. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

Aaron’s grip on her hips was punishing, his fingers digging into her flesh, holding her in place as if she’d dare to escape—not that she could even if she tried. Each stroke was deliberate, deep, and devastating, his hips snapping with a rhythm that left her crying out into the sheets.

“Are you gonna tease me again, huh?” His voice was rough, a low growl vibrating through her. Each word was punctuated by a thrust that knocked the air from her lungs. “Or are you finally gonna use your words like a big girl?”

Her head lolled forward, barely able to hold herself up as the relentless pounding scrambled her thoughts. She opened her mouth, but nothing coherent came out—just desperate, breathless gasps that only seemed to amuse him.

“Uh uh,” Aaron rasped, slowing his movements just enough to make her whimper in frustration. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back as his breath fanned over her ear. “Closed mouths don’t get fed, baby. Talk to Daddy.”

“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, her voice trembling as she clung to the sheets. “I won’t—won’t tease you again—oh God, Daddy, please—”

“Please what?” His hips stilled entirely, his thick length buried to the hilt and throbbing inside her. “You don’t seem so confident now, do you? Where’s all that energy from earlier, huh?”

“Please don’t stop!” she begged, tears of desperation pooling in her eyes as she tried to push back against him, but his grip on her hips was unyielding.

He chuckled darkly, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh, don’t worry, princess. Stopping was never an option. But I will make sure you remember who’s in charge.”

And with that, he resumed his brutal pace, his thrusts merciless as her cries of pleasure filled the room. The obscene sound of their bodies colliding only spurred him on, and when she tried to muffle her screams by burying her face in the pillow, Aaron wasn’t having it.

“Let me hear you,” he commanded, yanking her head back by her hair. “Let the whole damn block know who’s fucking you like this.”

Her response was an unintelligible mix of moans and cries as her body tensed, trembling on the edge of release. Sensing how close she was, Aaron reached around to find her swollen clit, his rough fingers circling the sensitive nub with just enough pressure to send her hurtling over the edge.

Her climax hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She screamed his name, her nails clawing at the sheets, and Aaron didn’t let up, riding her through it with a feral intensity.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, his tone softening for a brief moment as he kissed the back of her neck. “Taking everything I give you like the good little slut you are.”

But before she could catch her breath, he flipped her onto her back, her legs thrown over his broad shoulders as he leaned down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. “We’re not done yet, mama,” he murmured against her lips. “Not until I’m satisfied.”

He thrust back into her, deeper this time, and her overstimulated body arched off the bed as the sensation bordered on too much. “Daddy, I—” she tried, but the words were lost as another scream ripped from her throat.

“That’s it,” Aaron groaned, his pace quickening as he chased his own release. “Take it all. Take every last fucking drop.”

When he finally came, it was with a guttural moan that sent shivers down her spine. He buried himself deep, his warmth spilling inside her as his body trembled against hers. For a moment, the room was silent except for their ragged breathing, their bodies tangled together in the aftermath.

Aaron leaned down to kiss her forehead, his thumb brushing away the tears that streaked her cheeks. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. “But don’t think for a second I’m letting you off easy next time.”

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aventurineswife · 1 month ago

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hello! can i request aventurine, jing yuan, sunday, moze, boothill (separately) going to a bar with the reader, and the reader getting so drunk they forget they already are in a stablished relationship with them, so the reader starts flirtling with them. how would each one of them react? and then, their reaction to the reader getting absolutely shocked and happy when they reveal they already are in a relationship with the reader

Drunken Confessions and Sweet Surprises

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Drunken Confessions, Established Relationship, Romantic Humor, Lighthearted Banter, Unintentional Flirting, Affection

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Mild language (slurring), Slightly suggestive content (in a humorous context)

The bar was alive with laughter and clinking glasses, the low hum of a jazzy tune weaving through the air. Aventurine leaned against the bar counter, his eyes glinting in amusement as he swirled the ice in his glass. He had been watching you for the better part of the night, your cheeks flushed and words tumbling over each other as you tipped back yet another cocktail.

“Can I help you with something, darling?” he asked, voice smooth and teasing as you stumbled closer to him. You squinted at him, your drunken mind struggling to piece together the familiarity of his smirk.

“Wow,” you slurred, propping yourself on the bar next to him. “You’re… really handsome, you know that? Like… dangerously handsome.”

Aventurine chuckled, tilting his head. “Dangerously, you say? That’s a new one. Do go on.”

“I mean it!” You jabbed a finger toward his chest, almost tipping over in the process. He steadied you with one hand on your waist, his touch firm yet gentle. “You look like someone out of a movie, or… or a dream. Are you single? ‘Cause if you are, I’m totally available.”

His grin widened, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes. “Oh? You’re available, are you? That’s quite the bold proposition. What would your partner say?”

You blinked at him, utterly perplexed. “Partner? No way I’d have a partner as hot as you. That’d be… that’d be too good to be true.”

Aventurine’s laughter spilled out, warm and rich as he leaned in close. “Darling, you’re absolutely delightful when you’re drunk. But I must admit, you’ve already hit the jackpot. You’re speaking to your partner.”

Your jaw dropped, your wide-eyed expression almost comical. “Wait… what? No way. You’re serious?”

“Completely,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “We’ve been together for quite some time, love. And might I say, your flirting is as charming now as it was when we first met.”

A stunned silence fell over you before a brilliant smile broke across your face. “Oh my god. That’s amazing. You mean I actually landed someone like you? I’m awesome.”

Aventurine chuckled, pulling you closer. “Yes, you are. And don’t you forget it.”

The bar was unusually lively, the hum of conversations and clinking glasses filling the air. Jing Yuan leaned back in his chair, one hand resting lightly on his drink while his eyes followed your every move. You were a few drinks in, your usual composure slipping into something more chaotic and endearing.

“Hey,” you said, plopping down into the seat beside him and pointing a finger at his face. “You’re really good-looking, you know that? Like… unfairly good-looking.”

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a soft smile. “Is that so? Thank you for the compliment.”

“I’m serious,” you continued, leaning closer. “You’re like… some kind of god or something. Are you single? Because if you are, I think we’d make a great couple.”

The general chuckled, his deep voice laced with amusement. “I’m flattered, truly. But are you sure you don’t already have someone in your life?”

You frowned, your tipsy brain struggling to process his words. “Nope. If I had someone as gorgeous as you, I’d definitely remember. So… how about it? Wanna give us a shot?”

Jing Yuan let out a low laugh, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “My dear, I hate to disappoint, but we’re already together. Have been for quite a while.”

Your eyes widened, a mix of shock and delight washing over your face. “Wait… really? No way. I’m dating you?”

He nodded, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You are. And I must say, it’s quite entertaining watching you rediscover it.”

A goofy grin spread across your face as you leaned against his shoulder. “This is the best day of my life. I’m dating Jing Yuan. I should get drunk more often.”

Jing Yuan laughed, wrapping an arm around you. “Perhaps. But let’s save that for special occasions, shall we?”

The bar was a little rough around the edges, much like Boothill himself. He sat at a corner table, his mechanical fingers tapping rhythmically against his glass. His eyes never strayed far from you as you wove through the crowd, your drunken laughter cutting through the noise.

You finally stumbled over to him, plopping into the seat across from him with a dramatic sigh. “You’re… really cool, you know that?” you slurred, propping your chin on your hand. “Like… mysterious and badass. Are you single?”

Boothill raised an eyebrow, his sharp teeth flashing in an amused grin. “Ain’t this somethin’. You’re hittin’ on me now?”

“Duh,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “You’re, like, the coolest person here. I’d be stupid not to.”

He chuckled, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. “And what if I told ya you already got me?”

You blinked at him, your alcohol-addled brain struggling to catch up. “What do you mean?”

Boothill smirked, tilting his hat back. “You and me? We’re already a thing. Have been for a while now.”

Your jaw dropped, and for a moment, you were speechless. Then, a wide grin spread across your face. “No way. That’s awesome. I’m dating you? That’s, like, the best thing ever.”

“Glad you think so,” he said, his grin softening into something more genuine. “You’re somethin’ else, y’know that?”

You reached across the table, grabbing his hand with both of yours. “I can’t believe I got so lucky. I’m never letting you go.”

Boothill chuckled, squeezing your hand. “Don’t reckon I’d let you if you tried.”

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 2 years ago

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The Look of Love.

Synopsis - You, Buck and Eddie are absolutely, undeniably, head over heels in love with each other. It seems like everyone can see it except for the three of you.

Pairing - Evan Buckley x Female Reader x Eddie Diaz

Warnings - none!! just idiots in love.

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - oh my buddie heart was bursting while writing this. whenever I watch 911, I always think about how easy it'd be to be friends (or more than) with eddie and buck. and then this was born!! hope you enjoy reading this sweetness as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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Buck twirls you around, strong arms circling your waist. Your feet don't touch the ground as he spins you, the skirt of your dress billowing in the breeze. You lean back in his hold, and catch sight of Eddie throwing Christopher up in the air, both of them laughing.

Buck puts you down and grins at you, Cheshire cat smile bright and blinding. You smooth your hands across his chest, flattening out his crisp white dress shirt where you've crinkled it. You tug at his bow tie, straightening it gently. Your gaze meets his, and you beam at him.

"Have I told you how handsome you look tonight, Evan Buckley?" you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck to sway with him. There's a smooth, jazzy melody echoing through the huge backyard, illuminated by golden, twinkling lights.

He quirks a brow at you cheekily before answering.

"I wouldn't mind hearing it again."

"I'm sure you wouldn't," you laugh, shrieking as he dips you backwards quickly.

"Well, you look very handsome. I like you in a tux."

You swear you see him blush slightly, heat creeping across his cheeks. He finds his confidence again, sliding his hands across the exposed skin of your back slowly.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," he tells you sincerely, eyes never leaving yours. "I should tell you that more often."

"Yes, you should," you tease, grinning at him.

You take notice of his smile, his relaxed shoulders, the way he's swaying with you effortlessly.

"You love weddings, don't you?"

"Hell yeah I do!" he replies delightedly. "Everyone I love all in one place, dancing, music... what more could you want?"

You can't wipe the smile off your face. He's right. The entire 118 is here, together as a family. Everyone is happy, excited to be celebrating Bobby and Athena's vow renewal. It's not often you all get to leave work at work and enjoy yourselves completely. You plan to make the most of every single second.

You feel two warm hands find your hips from behind, instantly leaning back into the broad chest behind you, knowing who it is immediately.

"Hola, Mr Diaz."

"Hola, hermosa."

"You gonna keep her all to yourself all night, Buckley?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you, over the top of where Bucks are already resting. You're sandwiched between the two of them, completely content.

"We were avoiding you and your terrible dance moves," Buck jokes, the three of you swaying together now.

"Are you hearing this?" Eddie asks incredulously, chuckling into your ear. "My terrible dance moves?"

"Don't listen to him, Eds. His ego lies to him."

"It's called confidence! Sorry if I have faith in my dance moves!"

The three of you laugh, bodies and souls tangled and intertwined on the dance floor.

Across the backyard, Chimney and Hen are sat at their table, watching you, Buck and Eddie move to the music, arms wrapped around one another.

"They really love each other, don't they?"

"Oh, yeah," Hen laughs. "Wish they'd all just admit it."

Chimney looks at his best friend in confusion, brows quirked and face crumpled.

"... What?"

"Oh, come on, Chim," Hen chuckles. "It's twenty twenty three. Get with the program."

"You mean, like, love love," Chim confirms, still puzzled.

"Yes, Howie. Love love. In love. The three of them are completely in love."

Chimney processes for a moment, before a light bulb goes off in his head.

"Oh, shit!" he laughs. "They totally are!"

"Damn, men are oblivious. How am I the only one that's noticed?"

"You aren't," Bobby and Athena say in unison, pulling out chairs to sit at the table.

"But we can't rush them. Good things like this take time," Athena offers.

Bobby glances over at the dance floor. You're holding Buck and Eddie's hands, and Chris is too, the four of you dancing and laughing. He smiles for moment, before speaking.

"You know they basically live together?"

When he's met with confused faces, he continues.

"They all crash at Eddie's place with Christopher so often, they've practically moved in. Buck hasn't slept in his own apartment in months."

"I mean, how do you even... navigate something like that? The three of them? It's so complicated," Chimney asks genuinely.

"They'll figure it out," Bobby assures. "They always do."

With that, he rises from his chair and across the yard. He scoops Christopher up into his arms, promising him cake and soda, much to Eddie's dismay. He winks at Buck before carrying Chris away, leaving the three of you alone.

Eddie surprises you by grabbing your hand and then Bucks, pulling you both away from the crowd.

"Come on. I wanna show you something."

He leads you up and into the guest bathroom of the house, rolling his eyes at you and Bucks suggestive comments. He's first to climb out the window and onto the roof, making sure you get through safely in your dress.

The three of you sit and watch your friends in the yard below, quietly reflecting. You're suddenly aware of the way you're sandwiched in between them again, thighs pressed together. You lean left and rest your head on Eddie's shoulder, interlinking your right hand with Bucks.

"How lucky am I?" you breathe. "To be surrounded by so much love."

Eddie rests his head atop of yours, smiling as he watches Buck lean in to rest his on your shoulder. The three of you exhale.

"We're the lucky ones," Buck murmurs. "I never thought I'd have this."

"Well you do," Eddie reassures. "And we're not going anywhere, Buckley."

"He's right, Buck. We're not going anywhere. Ever."

Evan sits up to kiss you on the cheek, before leaning over you and doing the same to Eddie.

The three of you sit on the roof, bodies and souls intertwined, illuminated by the moonlight. How lucky you are, to be surrounded by so much love.

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Prompt Idea: Danny has plot armor.

To start off, Danny’s whole family knows he’s Phantom, and they had to run from Amity because of the GIW. They wind up in Gotham because that’s the one place that The Government doesn’t really mess with.

The reason behind Danny’s plot armor is that in this world, Danny became incredibly overprotective of his friends and family in order to make sure he doesn’t wind up as Dan, ironically making the chance of that happening much greater than before.

In order to prevent this, Clockwork gives Danny and his family a blessing. It works like this.

Imagine you rolled a dice. To Clockwork, there are now 6+ possible alternate timelines that can ensue. Clockwork’s blessing allows those possible timelines to be restricted to only one or two, all of them good for the Fenton family.

In effect, it was like plot armor. Scarecrow attacks a library with Jazz inside? Oh, looks like her parents need her to pick up Danny early, or she drank too much water and needs to go to the bathroom, which just so happens to have a window just in reach that she can escape from.

Maddy needs to get a job? Well, Jazz’s university needs a new chemistry professor (last one was kidnapped by a rogue) and they’re in a bit of a rush so they’ll skip looking for a teaching certificate. No one cares anyways, it’s Gotham.

Jack needs something to do? Well, besides hunting ghosts, he’d always wanted to open a food truck! With Jazzy making sure nothings contaminated and some (slightly modified) recipes from the Ghost Zone, he can finally chase his dream in a big city with his Phantom Food Vehicle! He wonders what some of those shady men came up to him for, or that odd stout fella in the tux.

(The Phantom Food Truck has become a recent cryptid in Gotham. Except it’s not a cryptid, because everyone’s seen the video of the truck hurtling down the street like it’s chasing down the devil, cop cars and vigilantes alike on its tail. And yet, no one could find it. Not even the Bats. That’s about when everyone gave up. When they learned that you don’t find it, the Phantom Food Truck finds you.)

As for Danny? He’s entirely unaware of this, to focused on keeping his head down. It works, for a while. Before fate came knocking in the form of a wicked smile, as if there solely to ruin his day.

The Joker wasn’t having a good day either. He started out having a jolly old time, joker toxin gassing a small high school, making sure to leave macabre presents for his dear Batsy, and then what happens? This random kid just starts running around, helping students, saving teachers, what’s he gonna do next huh? Save a cat from a tree?

What’s worse, his useless henchmen couldn’t even land a hit on the kid! He swears, Bill doesn’t even seem to be trying.

Whatever, they managed to corner the brat, looked like he was standing in front of some other children. So Joker lines the shot, and he fires.

The gun jams.

Alrighty, he takes one from a random mook, and he shoots again.

The gun jams.

No one’s moving at this point. Where there was once dread and tension in the air, there’s just confusion. So Joker points the gun at a goon, pulls the trigger, the shot goes off.

He turns back to the Robin-ish looking twink, and he pulls the trigger.

The gun jams.

And as he starts walking towards the kid to just kill it himself, he wakes up in the Arkham hospital wing with his last memory of the encounter being him slipping on the glowing green contents of some weird looking thermos that the kid had thrown earlier in the fight. What the FUCK was that.

Clockwork doesn’t even care how pissed the Observers are any more, this is hilarious.

it's to the point of ridiculousness that the Bats have an entire file on Danny and they think he's a meta with a luck ability and nothing else.

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urcoolgf · 22 days ago

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could we get more singer reader n drew, i loveee them

OF COURSE! i love them as well, such a healthy dynamic. i figured the best way to go about this would be to just continue where the last one left off! hope you enjoy :)

p.s. i can definitely do like a progression of drew and reader’s relationship in accordance with some ariana albums just lmk! i would love to do stuff with dangerous woman, positions, and eternal sunshine as well

your soul is the same inside

pairing. bf¡drew && singer¡reader

content. fluff

summary. ever since you and drew started dating, you've been more inspired than ever, so– before your newest album drops– you wanna give your boyfriend a sneak peak (based on 'blazed’ by ariana grande)

more bf¡drew && singer¡reader

“so…,” a breathless laugh escaped you before continuing, “wanna hear some more?”

“c’mon baby, you already know my answer,” drew smirked, moving back to put his arm around your shoulders to listen to the next track you played.

track 2. title: ‘blazed’.

—

your relationship with drew hadn’t been accepted by the public at first. you had both received odd ‘threats’ from crazy fans who believed neither of you deserved the other. it was weird, but luckily you and drew were used to the spotlight, and it hadn’t really phased either of you. you were happy, and that’s what was important.

as you pressed play on the next song you wanted drew to listen to, you felt a slight pride. this album was basically your baby, and the fact drew reacted so positively about the first song made you optimistic for the rest of your songs.

an upbeat tempo followed by a man’s voice began banging through the speakers of the studio. drew immediately started bopping his head to the rhythm.

i can’t believe that you’re here

i can’t believe it’s happening

what are the odds that you’d appear?

the universe, so vast to me

seven billion is on the earth

coulda been anywhere, but you’re here with me

should i play lotto? what’s it worth?

i must be on, so clear to me

drew’s eyes narrowed as he took in all the details, a slight smirk on his face. this was a different vibe from the song you previously played, but had the same message. the jazzy beat almost distracted drew from the lyrics– almost.

like the last time, drew didn’t speak. you had to go off of facial expressions to try and read his thoughts. although based on his grin, it seemed the reaction was positive once again. you were just staring at him again, not wanting to miss even the slightest change in demeanor from him.

as the song continued, he looked at you more frequently. his normal position was to stare at the ground, as if he couldn’t have any other distractions long factors present while he listened. there were just certain parts he couldn’t help but turn to you just to show the love behind his eyes.

look at you, love, you are the same

you have a light you cannot hide

yes, you may have a different face

but your soul is the same inside

i don’t care who is listening

‘cause they be makin’ fun of this on tv

they wouldn’t laugh if they were inside my past life

with you, and they were me

drew couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped his lips. the fact you wrote about the criticism with such a humorous tone made him love you even more. you didn’t care what people thought– you just cared about him, and it was evident in the music you created.

his fingers began tapping along with the beat against your shoulder. his warm touch comforting, and encouraging– you could tell he actually liked it. the chorus came in one last time to close out the song. drew even began mouthing the words– that he had apparently already memorized– and your heart swelled. he was your world, and the fact he was just as proud of your work as you were made you feel like the luckiest girl ever.

once i have you

i will never let you, never let you

once i have you

i will never let you, never let you go (shawty, you can get blazed, blazed)

ah-ha, never let you, never let you go away, bae

never let you, never let you go, aye

never let you, never let you go, hey

never let you…

the instrumentals faded out, along with your adlibs, and drew was officially excited for this album. the level of mastery behind everything you created never failed to blow his mind. this is exactly what you were meant to do, and he thought it was beautiful that you could share it– not only with him– but with the world.

just thinking of it made drew’s eyes well– just a bit, okay– as he turned to face you once again. his hands found the sides of your arms and just shook you in excitement, your giggles filling the space.

“baby! it’s amazing– literally so good. the fact you wrote these masterpieces about me?! i mean– it honored. it’s incredible, i feel so lucky,”

“well, that’s what happens when you treat a popstar right,” you laughed. you were obviously joking, but he really did treat you better than anyone before. you didn’t think anyone could ever treat you better than drew. the thought quickly escaped you once you felt drew’s warm lips against yours. he crashed into you with a passion you’d never quite felt before.

you leaned into the kiss, manicured nails finding their way to his neck. when you finally pulled back, he looked like a puppy– eyes wide, looking at you like you held the key to the universe, like you could do anything, and he would think it was everything.

his love was all-consuming, you didn’t even know how to express it. the songs didn’t even do justice, but of course they were as close as you were gonna get. you didn’t think he could even imagine how much you loved him. it startled you– how much you had let him in over just six months, but you couldn’t imagine not loving him. it was like a second nature, it came as naturally to you as the notes you sang.

“‘m gonna marry you one day, y’know that?,” he smiled, a boyish smile that made it feel real. his hands on either side of your face, making you face him so you really heard him.

“really?,” your eyes pricked with tears, but they were happy tears– something you didn’t experience a lot before drew.

“mark my words, y/n. gonna make you my wife, gonna spend the rest of my life with you. whether you like it, or not, you’re stuck with me,” his laugh was inspiration enough– you could write a whole other album right then and there just based on his laugh alone.

“oh, don’t worry. i’m gonna absolutely love being stuck with you,” you said before giving him a quick kiss.

an: slightly shorter one, but i think we all know where this is heading next…

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selfshippinglover2222 · 4 months ago

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Hazbin Boys And Their Partners modern Music Taste

Alastors partner listens to Hozier, always humming and singing to his music. Alastor prefers jazz, so he was not to impressed by Hoziers more alternative songs. But sooner or later he’d get an earworm, especially after hearing you singing and humming the song. He catches you on the kitchen one night, singing a song from his new album, and he decided to join in, grabbing your hand and spinning you around as he softly joins you in your song. “You’re too sweet for me~”

Lucifer has not kept up with music at all. But he is very open and loves sharing music with you. He loves it when you sit next to him singing songs, showing him your favorite albums. Billie Eilish is your favorite artist so you share her music a lot with him. By proxy she becomes his favorite artist, her songs all reminding him of you and your happiness when you share her music with him. Now he sits making a new rubber duck singing his personal favorite song by her. “Birds of a feather, we should stick together~”

Husk always preferred jazzy songs, a song you would play in a casino. But he is open to any music you want to listen to. Mainly because he loves spoiling you, and when you’re talking about your favorite artist you just light up. So when you bring up Mitski with that look in your eyes, Husk listens in and even learns the lyrics just for you and the smile you give him for it. He learns to appreciate Mitsuki and her songs, even outside of you. “Domi Ti~Why not me?~”

Angeldust loves pop music to his core and you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s a pop girly and when you tell him your love for Taylor Swift, He immediately geeks out with you. You guys bond over the albums and which ones you like the best (he’s a Avid Reputation Stan), you guys will sing to her lyrics to your hearts content, just laughing and sometimes crying together. So now you guys are outside in the streets humming and singing to her songs like nobody else is watching. “The more that you say the less I know~”

Vox doesn’t have much time to listen to music, and he wasn’t big on it when he was alive either. It was just not really something he connected with personally. But he does find it pleasant when you sing or hum along to Chappel Roan. It’s a nice change from the chaos that Valentino brings, or the stern lectures Velvette dishes out. He’d never admit it but he looked into Chappels album after you started to get into it, just so he could feel closer to you. He found he didn’t really care much for it, however he liked the way you moved to her songs. It made his heart swell. So maybe while he was on his keyboard typing away, he started to absentmindedly sing a song or two. “H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me hot to go~”

Valentino likes all music, there isn’t a type he likes or dislikes more. He likes music you can cry to, Music you can move to, Music you can fuck to-Just all kinds. So when you start talking about Sabrina Carpenter he is instantly curious and ready to learn about it. He immediately falls In love with her and her style, dancing and singing along with you as he learns the lyrics. He swings yo around the living room, hands on your hips as he grins and laughs with you. He adds her to his playlists immediately, intent on learning more. Now it isn’t uncommon for his to start singing her songs at random. “Have you ever tried this one?”

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seospicybin · 20 days ago

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SEOSPICY PREVIEW.

COCKY: CHAPTER III

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: As a researcher developing a specialized condom in extra large sizes, you never expected the company’s product manager, Chris, to volunteer as a test subject—let alone for things to get this complicated. Balancing professionalism with undeniable chemistry, you must navigate a partnership that’s strictly business… or so you keep telling yourself.

Preview under the cut!

...

“Be honest,” Han says, adjusting a pair of oversized sunglasses on his nose. “I look hot, don’t I?”

You snort. “I need a drink to find you attractive.”

He gasps, clutching his chest as if you’ve wounded him. “Wow. Brutal.” Then, his expression turns thoughtful. “Well, bars aren’t open yet… but I do have drinks at my place.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Oh, so that’s your plan? Get me drunk in your apartment?”

Han doesn’t even try to deny it. “Absolutely,” he says with a cheeky grin.

You burst out laughing, shaking your head at his shamelessness. “Fine. Lead the way, Casanova.”

Han grins, tossing an arm around your shoulders as he steers you toward his place. “Now this is what I call quality product testing.”

Han’s apartment is surprisingly neat, with a warm and lived-in feel. The shelves are stacked with comic books and figurines, and a collection of vinyl records sits beside a turntable in the living room. You wander over, scanning the titles while Han disappears into the kitchen.

“You actually listen to these, or are they just for decoration to make you seem cool?” you tease with a sly smile, running a finger along the spines of the records.

He returns from the kitchen with two glasses of hard liquor, handing one to you. “I’ll have you know, I’m a man of taste,” he says, feigning offense. He picks a record and slides it onto the turntable, the soft crackle of vinyl filling the air before smooth, jazzy notes spill from the speakers.

You take a sip of your drink, letting the warmth spread through you as the two of you start moving to the rhythm. Han, being Han, doesn’t keep it simple for long—he breaks into a ridiculous routine, wiggling his arms and shaking his hips like he’s auditioning for a variety show.

You burst out laughing. “What the hell are you doing?”

He grins. “Enjoying myself.”

Still chuckling, you play along, mirroring his moves in exaggerated fashion until you’re both breathless from laughter. Then, suddenly, he takes your hand, pulls you close, and spins you into a slow dance.

Your bodies sway together, the mood shifting effortlessly. His arms wrap loosely around your waist, his touch warm and steady. His eyes lock onto yours, playful but unreadable. And then, just as easily as he jokes, he leans in and presses a kiss to your lips.

It’s light, fleeting—like he’s testing the waters. But the second it happens, an image of Chris flashes through your mind. His voice, his touch, the way he looked at you in his office just the other day. Your body stiffens, your grip on Han’s shirt loosening.

You slowly pull away from Han, your fingers slipping from his shirt as you take a step back. “I—uh, I need a minute,” you mutter, avoiding his eyes. “Bathroom?”

Han blinks, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, but he nods and gestures toward the hallway. “Bathroom’s down there. First door on the left.”

You don’t waste time, slipping inside and locking the door behind you. Pressing your palms against the cool sink, you take a deep breath, your mind racing. Why did I think of Chris? The kiss had nothing to do with him, yet his face, his touch, his words—all of it came rushing in, uninvited.

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. Your gaze drifts around the bathroom to find something to distract you, your eyes land on the slightly open drawer beneath the mirror. Idly, you tug it open, rummaging through the contents without much thought—until your fingers brush against something familiar.

The box of condoms you had given Han for testing sits there, three packs still untouched. You pick it up, flipping it over in your hands, your mind now shifting gears. Without thinking too hard about it, you grab the box and head back to the living room.

Han is crouched by the record player, swapping out the vinyl, but when he sees you standing there, he pauses, his brows furrowing in mild concern. “Hey, you okay?”

Instead of answering, you flash him a sly smile and ask, “You know what time is it?”

He smiles but curiosity filled his dark brown eyes. “What?”

You lift the box of condoms slightly, letting it dangle between your fingers as you say, “It’s time for the hands-on research.”

...

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tayraedoll · 3 months ago

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Relax Dear

Had the urge to write how a bath with the Hazbin men would go. Enjoy these little blurbs for Alastor, Lucifer, and Vox!

PS- First ever attempt to write Vox!

MDNI 18+

TW- Suggestive themes, P in V intercourse, swearing, degradation kink, fluff.

Alastor-

You scowled, eyes squinting at the page in front of you as you attempted to read the same paragraph for the third time. A hefty sigh escapes your lips as you place your book on the side table, your hands coming up to rub your temples as you clench your eyes shut. It had been a rough day, you had gotten in between Vaggie and Angel during an argument and your head was pounding from enduring all the yelling that went back and forth. You were hoping that a good book would help you relax but reading only served to make your headache worse.

You feel a hand gently grasp your shoulder, "Are you alright Sha?"

A small smile graces your lips as you turn to your partner, Alastor. He was tucked into his own chair beside you, reading together was a nightly ritual you both enjoyed; you learned to make the most of these peaceful moments together and bask in each other's presence. A contented, close-lipped grin adorned his face, but you could see the concern in his eyes as he looked you over.

"Yea, I'm fine; just have a headache and- unfortunately- trying to read did not help relieve it at all. I actually think I will go take a bath for a bit", you squeeze his hand before getting up to make your way to your shared en suite.

Alastor places his own book down, "Excellent idea My Dear!", before following you into the bathroom. You raise an eyebrow at him; Alastor was not one for baths, he preferred showers claiming that a bath forced you to sit in your own filth.

"Do you plan to join me in the tub?", you ask incredulously, although you would not mind at all if he did.

"Ha! No Dear, absolutely not. But I'd rather not starve myself of your company, so I feel inclined to sit with you outside the tub if you'll allow me to."

You beam at him, delighted that he was willing to sit with you no matter what you did just so he could be near you. You go about gathering everything you need for your bath- lighting the candles, grabbing a towel, and pinning up your hair. You are finally able to add the finishing touch by adding your favorite bath bomb called Feeling Jazzy; you inhale a deep breath as the notes of spice and citrus envelope the water, the stress of the day already slipping away.

As you disrobe and climb into the tub, Alastor's cane begins playing soft jazz music. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the wall while you concentrate on relaxing every taut muscle in your body.

Your eyes fly open again when you feel warm hands gently grasp your shoulders and begin rubbing. You crane your neck around and peer up at Alastor as he smiles down at you, claws gently raking across your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

"Just relax Dear", his hand moves up to the nape of your neck and you let out a groan as his claws gently dig into your pressure points like makeshift acupuncture needles. Every limb turns to jelly as you relax in Alastor's hold, headache completely forgotten.

Lucifer-

You tilt your head at the sound of the bathroom door opening; even with the cool washcloth obstructing your view you knew exactly who had entered, his Angelic aura would give him away every time. Your skin prickled in goosebumps, your mind subconsciously reacting to the cosmically powerful being closing in on you.

Soft lips gently press to your forehead, "How's the bath Love?"

You remove the cloth from your eyes to find The King of Hell sweetly smiling down at you. Your eyes rake over his appearance, his blonde hair sticking out at odd angles like he kept running his hands through it, his eyes-though shining brightly- bore deep purple bags underneath, and his clothing was full of wrinkles. He looked absolutely exhausted, his duties keeping him holed up in his office all day.

You smile back at him before sighing, looking up at him from beneath your lashes, "It would be better if you joined me." Lucifer was not good at self-care, but you were hoping you could entice him into relaxing in the bath with you for just a little while.

A low chuckle echoes through the room; Lucifer knows exactly what you are doing, finding it endearing that you worry about his well-being. Though it was ridiculous for you to fret over a being as powerful as he, it was nice to know you cared so much about him. Why not indulge you every now and then?

You watched as the king stripped, eyes greedily roaming over every contour and dip of lean muscle exposed. When he got into the tub, he moved to the side opposite you so you were facing each other, legs tangled together.

A low groan of relief escaped his lips as the hot water enveloped his frame causing you to bite your lip as your thighs clenched at the sound. Perhaps there were other ways you could get your king to relax. You pointed your toes on one foot and began to slowly push them up the inside of one of his legs, watching with glee as the action caused him to shiver.

Just before your toes could reach their goal he swiftly grabbed your wandering limb. "Was there something else you wanted to do Love?", Lucifer smiled at you devilishly as he pressed his thumbs into the ball of your foot, one claw raking down into the arch. A strangled noise halfway between a gasp and a moan hissed between your teeth, your thighs clenching together again. Damn this man and his talented hands.

You bat your eyes at him, leaning forward just enough that your breasts break above the water and you do not miss the way his eyes dart down to your chest immediately. "Do you like the smell of the bath bomb Luci?", you ask as your hands grip his legs at the knees, using them to pull yourself closer to him.

Lucifer's face is flushed, he is trying hard and utterly failing at not staring at your bare chest, "Uh-what? Smell? Oh yes! It smells lovely!" his voice is higher than usual and he tries to cough to cover his embarrassment.

You slowly crawl up his body, your hand trailing up his torso and causing his abs and pecs to twitch. Leaning down, you softly whisper in his ear, "The scent is called 'All Hail the Queen'", and nip his earlobe. A whimper escapes the man below you as his hands wrap around your hips, his erection pressing against your core.

You lean back, taking his face in your hands as you smile at his wide eyes and golden cheeks. "Relax Dear", you purr as you sink down on him.

Vox-

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!", you cry out, your thighs burning from impaling yourself on Vox's cock over and over again. The water sloshed around in the tub, some of it escaping onto the bathroom floor. You knew what was in store for you as soon as Vox whispered "Bath time" into your ear; bathes with the TV host often left you dirtier than you were before you got in the bath.

The Overlord's large hands pushed you forward slightly so your hands were braced on the tub floor, the angle letting him hit deeper inside of you as he gripped your hips and took control of the speed.

"Fuck Baby just like that; such a flithy little slut!", Vox growled behind you.

His ruthless pace had you seeing stars, momentarily you mused over how fitting that was. Vox often called you his Star, the one possession he was completely unwilling to share- not even with the other Vees. Even the bath bomb he always used before fucking you in the tub was called Hollywood Star. The man encompassed everything that was Hollywood glamour, and he would always be the star of your own heart.

One hand fisted into your hair as the other slid around the front of you to swirl tight circles around your clit. Your thighs quaked as your body went taut, your orgasm crashing over you with a scream of his name.

"I love it when you scream my name! FUUUUCK!", Vox spilled into you, your releases mixing together in the water. He pulled you back into his chest, a hand combing through the mess your hair turned into. You let his warmth seep into you, your head lolled over to his shoulder.

Before long, you felt his member beginning to harden again within you. Vox was rarely finished after just one round, but it always surprised you how fast he was ready to go again. A small whimper escaped your lips, hips squirming uncomfortably as he filled you again.

"Relax Dear, we are only getting started."

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pepperonijem · 4 months ago

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v. you know i got a soft spot for you || to.you

"but I'm up all night, thinkin' 'bout how it could be you to change my heart."

summary: Levi's always been good at keeping his distance, but he realizes he wants more. He wants to be by your side. It's time to tell you how he feels. pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn!reader content: cursing songs mentioned: soft spot - keshi

A/N: Consider this not just the finale, but also the to.you christmas special. Enjoy, and thank you for everyone who's read and commented! You have made my holidays so merry. Sorry this took so long. I'm depressed lol. I might do a short epilogue, since I found one more song I want to write about >:)

comments and rb's are appreciated :)

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Jean Kirstein was annoying, Levi decided.

Levi’s eyes were glued to the dance floor where Jean had just twirled you for the second time in this song. You laughed as you spun around and wobbled back to him, dizzy. Levi was annoyed at the first twirl, but a second one? It’s a jazzy rendition of Jingle Bell Rock, not Dancing With the Stars. It was excessive… but it wasn’t – it shouldn’t be — offensive. That was what annoyed him the most. Jean wasn’t overstepping or crossing any lines. He was just… there. Dancing with you. Making you laugh.

Jean’s arms reached out to your shoulders to help you keep your balance and Levi felt his fingers tighten around the rim of his glass. He leaned in to say something to you and Levi’s jaw clenched.

“I don’t get it,” Levi muttered aloud.

“Get what?” Levi didn’t even bother to turn around as he heard Eren sidle up beside him, leaning his elbows back on the wood of the bar.

“What the hell can be so fun about dancing?” Levi took a sip of his drink. “To jazz, nonetheless.”

Eren shrugged in response. “Usually the company. It can be fun with the right people.”

“That horse-faced brat’s not graceful enough to be a dancer.”

Levi turned to glare at Eren, who laughed at his jab. “True,” he conceded. “But you don’t need to be a good dancer to be a good dance partner. You just have to be there.” Eren raised a smug eyebrow at Levi.

The glare on Levi’s face remained fixed even as he turned away from Eren. It’s true. He didn’t really have a reason to be upset. You wanted to dance, and Levi didn’t, but Jean did. It was simple. It was just a dance, nothing more. And it wasn’t like Levi hadn’t seen you dance with Jean before. Friends dance together. Levi knew all this, but years of writing cliches reminded him that love (is that what this is?) is not rational.

Eren spoke again. “You could always cut in, you know?”

“They’re fine where they are.”

“Are you?”

As if things couldn’t get more annoying, Levi watched as Eren did just that. He sauntered up to you and offered his hand out, sneaking a smug glance over to Levi as he replaced Jean on the dance floor. Levi huffed at the brat’s audacity.

The song didn’t last too long after Eren cut in. Levi took it as a consolation prize from the universe. He watched as you spoke to Eren and gestured over to the bar. Eren nodded with a grin and followed you as you made your way toward him. The second you got close enough to spot him, he felt his chest tighten as he watched your eyes light up. “Levi!” He loved the way his name sounded in your voice. “You made it!”

Levi huffed, but he couldn’t stop his lips from quirking up at your excitement. “I told you I’d be here.” “So you did. You didn’t want to dance?” you asked with furrowed brows. His heart seemed to skip a beat. Did you want him to dance with you?

“Levi doesn’t dance,” Eren interjected with a laugh. Levi rolled his eyes and shot him a glare.

“It seemed like you already had a line of partners,” he attempted to correct. He didn’t miss the way Eren’s eyebrows raised with an amused smirk.

You waved your hand dismissively. “It was just Jean and Eren,” you rolled your eyes. He felt something like relief, suddenly, as if his previous worries dissipated. Did you have any idea how much power you held over him?

It wasn’t really jealousy he felt—at least, not entirely. It was something harder to name, something deeper. Watching you with Jean, with Eren, felt like staring at a world he couldn’t quite step into. They were comfortable with you in a way he wasn’t. Where Jean was effortlessly charming and Eren was boldly confident, Levi was quiet, reserved. He wasn’t particularly outgoing, and he wasn’t good at being vulnerable.

But now that he’d had glimpses of what it could feel like—those fleeting moments when your smile was just for him, or when your laughter rang out at something he’d said—it was harder to ignore how much he wanted more. The realization was terrifying, heavier than admitting he had a crush on you. That was simple. He could like you from a distance and that was enough. But this… this quiet longing for something deeper, for the kind of familiarity you so easily shared with others… it felt out of his reach.

“Oh yeah,” your voice cut through his thoughts. Your eyes lit up again as you turned to look at Eren. ”Eren was telling me about the band. I didn’t know you wrote most of the songs.”

Levi’s eyebrow raised as his gaze flickered to Eren. “I… write some. But so does Eren.” He wasn’t sure why he was downplaying his contribution to the band, but he felt his cheeks flush at the idea of you finding out he’d written two songs about you in the span of a little over a month.

“Please,” Eren rolled his eyes. “Not nearly as much as stone cold Mozart, over here.” The nickname earned a laugh from you, and Levi found that he didn’t really mind it.

“Mozart?” Levi scoffed. “I don’t think he’d make it through one of our band rehearsals.”

Eren groaned and grimaced at the mention of No Name’s rehearsals. “One time Levi had us rehearsing in Hange’s apartment for 6 hours because one chord felt off.”

“Six hours is an exaggeration,” Levi assured you as your jaw dropped in shock. “It was Hange really, who was dissatisfied with the chord. But we eventually got it right. Just had to tweak some things.”

Eren scoffed. “It paid off,” he gestured over to Levi, who took another sip of his drink. “All thanks to Levi. You wouldn’t believe how serious he gets when we’re working on a song.”

Levi shrugged. “That’s because someone has to take it seriously.” He sighed internally. This wasn’t helping his case.

“Well, lucky you’re here,” you said with a grin, your tone softening just slightly. Levi felt something like warmth in the way you said it, and for a moment, the sounds of the party began to quiet. He mirrored your grin with a soft smile of his own and only managed to tear his eyes from you when he heard Eren clear his throat.

“I think Mikasa and Armin are looking for me, so I’ll let you two talk” he smirked as he tipped his glass to the two of them before walking away. The two of you watched him walk away to where his girlfriend and friend and Jean were. Jean raised a thumb up to him and when Eren mirrored it, Jean clapped him on the back. A wave of silence washed between the two of you.

Levi listened as the beginnings of a new song, the Christmas Waltz, filled the silence. “Sitting this one out?” he nodded towards the dance floor where couples were beginning to form. Jean and Connie, Eren and Mikasa, and Armin and Annie.

“I think I’m fine here for now.” His heart did a flip. A part of him knew that you wanted to be out there. You looked like you were having so much fun on the dance floor with your friends. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep you all to himself all night – well he did, kind of. But not if it meant you were giving something up just to appease him. You made it seem so easy, to meet him in his comfort zone and he wished he could do the same for you. But Eren was right. So he chose to take a step too. To meet you in the middle. His gaze fell back on you gently and before he could overthink it, his hand stretched out to you.

“Come on,” he said simply, his voice steady but lower than it was before.

Your brows lifted in surprise, but a smile quickly found its way to your features. “I thought you didn’t dance, Ackerman.”

“I don’t,” he admitted, still waiting for you to slip your hand in his. “But I will with you.”

You stared at him for a second longer, your eyes searching his before you tugged your bottom lip into your teeth and slipped your hand into his. “Well how can I say no to that?”

The warmth of your hand in his sent a jolt through him, and he couldn’t suppress the smile on his face as he led you to the dance floor. He found a space for the two of you and felt his cheeks blush as you dropped his hands to rest them on his shoulders. His hands found your waist and he fought his anxiety and forced himself to relax. He allowed his senses to fill themselves with nothing but you, and the soft waltz playing in the background.

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” you noted, your voice soft.

Levi’s lips twitched into a small smile. “I have a good partner.”

He let silence sit between you for a moment. His movements were simple and he kept his hands on your waist steady, but loose enough to let you lead him around the dance floor with ease. You were right, it wasn’t so bad. He followed your lead with just a bit more grace than a newborn deer, but it wasn’t bad at all. Even if his steps were clumsy, there was something about you that invited the messiness, the chaos, that he tries so hard to sweep away. You were here, inches away from him, and he wondered if your heart was beating as fast as his.

“For someone who doesn’t dance, you’re not bad at all,” you complimented him with a smile.

Levi felt his eyebrows raise in amusement. “Your bar is too low,” he scoffed. “I just haven’t stepped on your feet yet.” He looked down at his own feet, making sure to avoid yours. He hoped you couldn’t tell how hard he was trying to not look clumsy. It wasn’t until he heard your voice again that he finally looked up.

“Hey,” you prodded. “Don’t overthink it.” You smiled at him softly and Levi let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He nodded simply and tried again to focus on you.

“You’re…” he paused and took another breath before continuing. “You look like you’re having fun.”

“I am,” you replied quietly with a small smile. If Levi was any further from you, it would have been lost in the swells of jazz behind you. “Thanks to you.”

Before he could speak again, you leaned in slightly, lowering your voice as if sharing a secret. “You know, I didn’t think you’d actually say yes to dancing.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

You shrugged, your smile turning playful. “You seem more like the ‘watch and judge’ type.”

“Maybe I am,” he admitted, his voice steady but softer than usual. “But sometimes it’s better to… try.”

Your grin widened, and you slid a hand down to take one of his from your waist. His own eyes widened as you raised your now entwined hands above your head and twirled away from him. He let out a quiet huff of surprise, his other hand coming to rest back on your waist to steady you as you came back to him.

“There,” you said, laughing. “Now you’re an official dancer.”

Levi shook his head, but he couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at his lips. “If you say so.”

As the song began to wind down, the two of you slowed your movements, but neither of you made a move to let go. For the first time that night, Levi felt the tension in his chest ease, replaced by a warmth that was equal parts comforting and terrifying.

“Thanks for this,” you said softly, your gaze meeting his. “I’m glad you came tonight.”

He hesitated, his voice catching slightly. “Me too.”

The words hung in the air between you, carrying more weight than either of you acknowledged. The room around you seemed to fade entirely, leaving just the two of you in the moment.

“Do you want to stay for another dance?” you asked, your voice light but hopeful.

Levi glanced toward the bar where Eren and Jean were watching, both pretending to mind their own business but clearly invested. With a soft huff, he looked back at you, his gaze steady.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I think I do.”

How do you do it? he wondered. You make it so easy to invite him into things he’d never had interest in doing before, things he’d find himself doing were it not for you. In the span of only a few months his heart had grown a soft spot in the shape of your hand in his, a feeling that he’d keep chasing far into the unknown no matter how it scared him.

He wasn’t sure how much time actually passed when the band finally announced their final song, but he noticed a slight ache in the balls of his feet that wasn’t there earlier. He let you lead him back towards the bar for one final drink. He wasn’t thirsty, not really. He was much too focused on the way you kept his hand in yours all the way to the bar or the way you let his slip out of yours slowly rather than all at once.

“Are you heading out soon?” He finally managed to tear his attention away from you and towards the doors where your friends were gathering their things. You turned your head towards them as well.

“I think so,” you hesitated, your gaze meeting his. “You?”

“Soon,” he shrugged.

For just a moment, the two of you let the silence linger – something warm and not awkward. Suddenly, your eyes lit up as if just remembering something.

“There’s a holiday market opening near campus tomorrow,” you began to explain. “It’s supposed to be really nice, and I was thinking of checking it out.”

“You’re going alone?” Levi raised an eyebrow. He found himself asking before he could even think the question.

You shrugged, but smiled at him playfully. “I was,” you began, drawing out the last syllable. “But then I remembered I have a psych partner who’s obligated to spend time with me.”

Levi scoffed at the challenging tone of your voice. Right, the psych project that he’d almost completely forgotten about… that was due at the beginning of next week. “What time?”

You grinned and the warmth in your expression was enough to relax him. “I was thinking around 3? Since the sun seems to go down around 5.”

“I’ll see you at 3,” he said simply, not resisting the smile that crept onto his face as you nodded back.

As you turned to finally leave, you hesitated for just a beat before turning to wrap him in a quick hug. Long enough to feel you linger even after you’d let go, but gone too fast for him to be able to return it. “Goodnight, Levi.”

“Goodnight,” he replied as he watched you disappear into the crowd.

He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. Did you know you had him wrapped around your finger?

The next afternoon, the air was crisp and the streets were lined with shoveled snow that muffled the usual hustle and bustle of the city. The sun bounced off the mounds of white and Levi squinted at the glare. He adjusted his scarf as he approached the entrance to the market. The scent of the winter – of warm baked goods and pine – wafted through the air and mixed with the sound of commercial holiday pop songs. He took a deep breath before pulling out his phone.

2:45. He was early. He hoped he didn’t come off as too eager, but if you asked… he’d tell you he likes to be punctual. Which was true, but it didn’t matter to him nearly as much in this situation. He huffed out a breath, watching his breath form into a cloud in front of him.

Thankfully, he didn’t wait long. At 2:53, he spotted you weaving through a crowd of people. When your eyes met his, a smile formed on your face and Levi couldn’t help but feel much warmer than he was before. He smiled back at you as he took in your rosy cheeks, flushed with cold.

“Levi,” you called out as you finally approached him. “You’re already here!”

“You said 3,” he replied simply. His tone was even, but he felt his heart skip at how excited you were to see him.

You shrugged with a smug smile. “It’s 2:55.”

“It’s 2:55,” he echoed as his eyebrow raised in amusement. Guess you were both eager. Levi scoffed as he shook his head to hide the blush that was definitely evident on his cheeks. He felt a tug on his sleeve and looked up to see you nodding towards the market. He followed your lead.

The inside of the market was any child’s holiday fantasy. There were human-sized gingerbread houses with giant-sized gift boxes and plastic candy canes lined around them. The trees were strung with lights that Levi was sure would look warm once the sun set.

“You come to these places often?” Levi asked as he continued to look around the crowded center. If there were less people, he probably would feel much more of the holiday spirit. With one glance over at your giddy face, however, Levi realized the amassed crowd was not a deterrent for you.

You nodded with a grin as you eyed the various stalls, searching for something. “I started coming here after my first semester,” you explained. “Armin had suggested it as a way to get over post-finals depression, and it’s become somewhat of a tradition since then.”

Levi hummed as you spoke. “I think it would be nicer if there were fewer people,” he confessed.

He looked over to you as you chuckled. “Somehow I think you say that often,” you mused. Levi scoffed out a laugh in confirmation. “Ah– there it is.” He looked over to where you were pointing at a rustic looking wooden stand, strung with garlands and ornaments. There was an off center blackboard sign with the words “HOT COCOA” handwritten in red and white chalk marker.

“Two Mexican hot chocolates, please,” you announced to the worker who was dressed in an elf costume and smiling brightly. Before you had even reached for your wallet, Levi had beat you to the punch and placed his card in the machine. You looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

Levi blushed in response and turned away. “You uh, you paid last time.” He was well aware that it had been over a week since the last time you were at the cafe with him, and he was the one who bought the last round of tea, but knowing you… it meant he’d see you again so you could treat him to something else.

“Your two cocoas,” the cashier announced and handed over two to-go cups to you and Levi.

“Now we can look around,” you announced as you took a sip of the cocoa and sighed. The two of you were in front of a shop filled with artisan tree ornaments, but instead of walking in, you paused and turned to him. “Have you tried it yet?”

He was skeptical of the warm beverage in his hands, honestly. He wasn’t big on sugary beverages, much less on those served to him at a place marketed to young children excited for a holiday sugar rush. He looked to see your reaction before taking a sip of his.

As if noticing his apprehension, you let out a chuckle. “Try it,” you pushed. “I promise it’s probably not what you’re expecting.”

Now he was facing a losing battle to his own curiosity. He cautiously took a small sip and immediately understood what you meant. He was expecting something sugary and artificial, but this tasted like it took hours to make. It was sweet, but not saccharine, with a hint of cinnamon and… wait, is it spicy?

Levi must have made a face, because you chuckled as you took another sip. “Good right?”

It honestly was. He took another sip and nodded back to you. “Ready to head in?”

The inside of the ornament shop was just as whimsical as Levi expected. The shelves were lined with glass ornaments of various shapes and colors. It was clear that most, if not all of the ornaments were handmade. Levi reached a hand out as he walked through the small, cramped store, letting his fingers trace over some of the glass baubles.

He turned to you with a soft smile. “These are really nice, huh?” He asked as he held up a clear ornament with a snowman and some styrofoam turned snow, like a mini snow globe. He shook it gently to watch the snow gently fall around the smiling snowman.

“Yeah,” Levi watched your eyes crinkle as you returned his smile. You picked up another ornament, this one like hand blown glass, a swirl of reds and greens. “I think these ones are really nice…” You continued to talk about your opinion on holiday colors but Levi found himself distracted by a blur of frenzied movement in one corner of the store where Jean and Eren were undoubtedly trying to remain inconspicuous. He let his gaze shift slightly in their direction and he watched as they quickly turned around. Ah, he realized, they’re following us. Levi was impressed by how badly they were failing at this.

Idiots, he thought, though the word carried less bite than usual. Whatever reason they had for not wanting to be seen, Levi didn’t really care. They weren’t planning anything dubious. He knew that much. Eren and Jean were nosy, sure, but there was a kind of clumsy earnestness to their antics that Levi couldn’t entirely begrudge.

Levi turned his attention back to you. “... and that’s the brief history of the art of glass blowing.” You finished and he gave you a sheepish smile. He’ll have to google for himself later whatever you just told him about. You turned to him with a smile. “Anything catch your eye?”

“Not quite yet,” Levi mused. “But we haven’t seen it all.” He continued to push through the crowd further into the store, resting a gentle hand on your back to guide you along with him. He thought back to the night of that party when he held your wrist in his, the buzz that felt electric at the time. This felt like something else entirely, like he’d come to step into something new, something warm and something soft.

He watched as you paused in front of one of the ornaments, another snow globe style ornament. This one had stars mixed in with the snow and in the center of it, a couple. You picked it up in your hands with a smile.

“What do you think about this one?” you asked him softly. The soft smile that spread across your features and the twinkle in your eye made Levi feel that he liked it a lot.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. He hadn’t even really looked at the snow globe, honestly.

A thud behind him interrupted his thoughts, and before he could turn at all, he heard Eren’s voice. “You idiot, they’ll see us.” Levi let himself scoff under his breath. Maybe they’ll fall and knock each other out, Levi thought in amusement.

“A gift for us,” your voice brought Levi’s attention back. He watched as you grabbed two of the ornaments and held them gently in your hand by the strings, careful not to let them fall. His heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him, holding them up by your face with pride, as if you’d discovered a new treasure.

Whatever Jean and Eren were trying to accomplish, Levi decided, wasn’t worth the effort of confrontation. Let them stumble around in the background. This– your quiet smiles, your babbled history about the history of something something, the way your voice cut through all the noise– was what mattered.

Unfortunately for him for the rest of the evening, Levi realized that he wasn’t going to be able to shake the pair of idiots tailing the two of you. Somehow, you hadn’t noticed them.

At a shop selling knitwear, they were there, strangling wrapping each other with various scarves.

At the stand selling snacks, they were there, three people behind Levi in line, arguing about whether to split a cinnamon pretzel or a cup of roasted chestnuts.

At the photo set with Santa, he heard their obnoxious laughter and whispers, “Do you think he’ll tell her while he sits on Santa’s lap? Do you think they’ll mistake him for an elf?”

Finally, Levi had had enough. After the elves guided you out of the set and handed you a card to pick up your picture, you left Levi alone at a quieter section of the market as you went to the restroom. Once you were out of earshot, he let out a loud sigh.

“Come out, idiots one and two,” he called out with a grimace.

Obediently, Jean and Eren left their spot from behind a tree and walked sheepishly to Levi who had his arms crossed, like an annoyed father, catching his kids sneaking back into the house after curfew. Jean ran a hand across the back of his neck and Eren fidgeted with the ponytail holder that sat on his wrist.

“Listen–”

“It was Eren’s idea–”

Levi raised a hand up, cutting them off. “You two suck at this,” he sighed. “Care to explain why I’ve earned a pair of dumbass shadows?”

Jean rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding Levi’s piercing gaze. “We were just, uh, keeping an eye on things. You know, in case you needed backup.”

Levi’s lips twitched, the faintest hint of an amused smile breaking through his otherwise impassive expression. “Backup? From what? A rogue snowman?”

Eren grinned, clearly amused by the jab. “Hey, you never know. Markets can be dangerous places.”

Jean elbowed him in the ribs, shooting him a glare. “Shut up, Jaeger. You’re not helping.”

Levi shook his head, a quiet sigh escaping him. “You’re both idiots. If you’re going to follow someone, at least try not to get caught. This is pathetic and you still haven’t told me why.” His face formed into a stern glare. “You’ve got a few minutes before I stop feeling so generous.”

“This is you being generous?” Eren grumbled, earning another glare from Jean.

“Okay, we… we’ve been trying to see if you… like… if you have feelings for…” Jean trailed off, folding under Levi’s raised eyebrow and unimpressed stare.

“Right… so following us around was the best way to do this?” He remembered that night at the gala too, when Eren seemed to be egging him on, and that day at the cafe where they were muttering nonsense. “You guys have been at this for a while.”

“It was Eren’s idea?” Jean offered with a sheepish smile.

“What? No it wasn’t,” Eren shot back. “For the record, Levi, I was the only one against this idea. I even said you don’t have feelings for them.” He crossed his arms in defense.

Levi’s glare silenced them both, but he felt the edge in his mood soften. A few months ago, he probably would have snapped at Eren and Jean for so blatantly invading his space. He would have murmured a line about not needing their help.

But since that night at the gala, he’d started to see what you saw in them– their relentless loyalty, their ridiculous but genuine attempts to look out for you. It was messy, sure, but it was also… comforting. He didn’t need to force himself into this bubble of yours. You were already inviting him in.

“I do,” he replied simply, taking a metaphorical first step. As expected, Jean and Eren’s eyes went wide.

“I freaking told you,” Jean told Eren smugly.

“Shut up,” Eren shoved Jean before turning back to Levi. “Wait– you’re serious?”

Levi held his hand up again. “I… need your help,” he muttered, quieter now.

“Our help?” Eren echoed as Levi shot him a glare.

“Yeah.” Levi looked away, the flush creeping up his neck betraying his calm tone. “I want to tell them. How I feel.”

Jean blinked. “You… want our help to confess? Like, us?”

Levi’s glare returned, though it lacked its usual sharpness. “Yes. You two idiots clearly can’t keep a secret, and the last thing I need is for them to hear about this from someone else.”

These two idiots, as clumsy as they may be, cared about you. And judging by their terrible, terrible attempts to sneak around today and their readiness to fess up under any minute pressure, Levi did not trust them to hold a secret from you. He paused, his shoulders stiffening slightly as he pushed the words out. “Besides… You’re their friends. You know how to do this kind of thing.”

Eren stared, momentarily stunned. “You’re serious about this.”

Levi nodded, his jaw tightening. He pressed a palm to his forehead. “If I wasn’t, do you think I’d be asking you two for help?”

Jean grinned suddenly, his confidence restored. “Don’t worry, Levi. We’ve got your back.”

Eren smirked, leaning slightly toward Levi. “This is gonna be fun.”

Levi sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is going to be�� interesting.”

That night, Levi found himself on the phone with Hange. He sat on his bed with his guitar in his lap and his phone resting on the bed, Hange’s voice cutting through the otherwise silence of his room. His lyrics notebook was in front of him, propped up against a pillow. He had just finished catching them up on the events of the day, including Eren and Jean’s ideas for how to confess.

“Oh Levi,” Hange squealed. “I knew you had Hallmark-holiday-movie love interest potential.”

He let out a quiet sigh, but a smile crept on his face despite himself. “Do you want to hear the song or not, four-eyes?”

“Duh,” Hange replied. “Go and sing, music man.”

Levi scoffed and cleared his throat, strumming against his guitar gently and beginning the song. He felt almost… giddy, as his fingers strummed the last chord and he sat quietly, waiting for Hange’s reply.

“That was great,” they sighed. “Makes me wish I was in love.”

“Hange you’re in love with a new person every week,” Levi chuckled.

“Yeah, but classes are almost over,” they replied casually. “No more longing stares across the classroom with the blue haired sorority girl in my o-chem class.”

“Glad she’s finally safe from your wild eyes,” Levi huffed. “Anyway, back to the song.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hange continued. “It’s good. It’s honest and I think it’s obvious. But… can I tell you something else?” They asked, their voice softening. Levi’s silence gave them room to continue speaking. “Don’t get too in your head about this, but you’ve changed a lot in the last few months. Not in a bad way, but just… it’s nice to see you like this.”

Levi nodded, even though they wouldn’t be able to see. “Yeah, I see it too. I feel different.”

“I’ve known you for a long time, Levi. I’ve always had a friend in you… I’m glad you’re letting us be your friends now.” Hange cleared their throat before continuing. “You let me know if you want the band playing with you, and I will ditch my lab report and thesis for you.”

He let out a soft chuckle. “That won’t be necessary,” he assured them. “I think I can do this on my own. But thanks for reminding me I don’t have to.”

“Make sure Eren gets a video,” Hange called as they muttered a final goodbye.

The next night, Levi felt his heart in his throat and a slick sheen of sweat on his palms. Maybe he couldn’t do this alone. No, Levi shook his head, then shook his hands. You’re literally a performer, you do this every other night, he reminded himself.

He looked around the cafe. It wasn’t very crowded tonight, but Levi didn’t really care. He was looking for you. Eren and Jean had promised to lure you to the cafe under the promise of free coffee. That was the first part of their plan, which involved Levi confessing his love for you after singing you a song at an open mic at the cafe. It was cheesier and much more public than Levi would have wanted, but they assured him that you would love a grand romantic gesture.

But he was on next, and he still couldn’t see you, and he felt as though he was about to hurl. He’d never experienced stage fright quite like this. What if Jean and Eren couldn’t convince you? What if they tried and you decided not to come? Oh god, what if–

Like a switch turning off in his brain, the jingle of a bell caught Levi’s attention and he found your eyes, and suddenly…things were quiet. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and he let himself smile as you waved at him. He watched as you muttered something to Eren before walking his way, and he felt his heart skip. He was sure he would go into cardiac arrest somehow with the way you seem to have a hold on his heart rate.

“Levi,” you called his name as you approached. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” Levi replied with a soft smile.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” you told him. He watched your gaze fall to his guitar in his hands. “You’re playing?”

He nodded in reply. “I perform here sometimes when I want to test run a song.”

“You have a new song?” you asked him with a smile that made him want to kick everyone out so he could play it only for you.

“Yeah,” he answered. “It’s… I’m really proud of this one.”

“Well I can’t wait to hear it,” you assured him.

Before he could reply, he heard his name called by the emcee, and he turned his gaze to the stage. “I’ll find you after,” he promised and you waved him off with a nod.

From the stage, he could follow your figure as you found Jean and Eren again. The three of you sat at a table near the door. He smiled to himself as he watched Eren pull out his phone to record. He took a seat on the barstool at the center of the platform and tapped on the mic, setting his guitar in his lap.

Any trace of nervousness he felt earlier was gone. He was in his element. Much like how it felt to sing at Erwin’s wedding, he felt as though everyone else seemed to disappear. This was just between him and you, his own version of a love letter. He wanted to laugh at how loud his thoughts seemed to feel earlier.

“Hey everyone,” he called into the microphone. He drew the stand closer to him and adjusted the height to sit right at his lips. “I’m Levi, and this is a new song I wrote about someone special to me.” He caught your eye across the room and let himself smile before taking a deep breath. His fingers, sure and steady, plucked against the strings.

His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the microphone, letting his lips graze the metal as he sang.

I hate to dance, but I'd dance with you 'Cause I'd do anything to feel your touch

He felt himself smile as he lead into the chorus, his hands strumming a bit louder.

It's what you do to me I'm wrapped around your finger and I can't stop You know I got a soft spot for you

He pulled away from the mic as he got ready for the next verse. He let his gaze move from the neck of his guitar and across to you. He bit back a grin as he watched your eyes sparkle in delight as you watched him. You had to know right? That this was all for you? That every song he’s ever written… it was leading to you?

Too late, don't wanna fall, baby, I just Don't need somebody else to throw me aside But I'm up all night, thinkin' 'bout how It could be you to change my heart, but I

Don't like anybody, tell me why it's different with you Don't believe in love, but no one makes me feel like you do

As the song came to a close, Levi pulled away from the microphone and nodded his head to the strums against his guitar. He felt the familiar rush of performing, the anticipation of applause, and his heart thudding in his ears like a metronome. He’d expected to feel exposed, but at the end of it all, he felt his chest was light, as if sharing this song with you was what he needed all along.

The next part of the plan was to declare his feelings from right here on the stage. But as he caught your eye once more… “Thanks for listening.” was all he said.

The room was still buzzing as he walked off the stage. The emcee was moving on to the next act and the audience turned their attention away from him, but Levi was still only thinking about you. He made his way towards your table with his guitar in his hands and his heart pounding in his ears.

You were sitting at the table he’d spotted you earlier, but Jean and Eren were nowhere to be found. He was going off script now. He watched your eyes light up with a familiar gleam as he approached. His footsteps slowed to a stop as he arrived, less than a foot from where you sat, a now empty mug of tea in your hand. His breath hitched as he hesitated, not sure how to bridge the silence that sat between the two of you like a sea of half formed thoughts and things waiting to be said.

He found his fingers fidgeting over his guitar strings, thankful when you took the first step over the metaphorical bridge. “Levi,” you breathed his name out and he felt like melting. “That was…” He’d never allowed himself to be this vulnerable before, but he wasn’t really… scared. “That was beautiful,” you finished.

A smile formed on his lips. He didn’t even know his cheeks could raise that high. “Thanks,” he shook his head sheepishly. “I’m… glad you liked it.”

“Was it… really for me?” you asked softly. Your gaze fixed on Levi with an expression he couldn’t quite name.

He swallowed. “Yeah,” he confirmed. “It was.”

Your lips parted slightly, surprise flickering across your face before your expression softened into something warmer, something brighter. “Levi…”

He watched as you tentatively reached out your hand, crossing the distance between the two of you. His own hand came to meet yours halfway, intertwining your fingers, the bridge crossed.

He took a deep breath as he steadied himself, rubbing circles against your skin as he took a step closer. “I’m not good with words,” he began, letting his gaze drop to your joined hands. “But I needed you to know. You’re important to me. And I care about you, more than I know how to explain.”

The words hung in the air between the two of you as he waited for your response. Each second felt like it went on for minutes and he was worried he didn’t say enough. But then… but then you smiled. Not just a polite smile, or even a joking one that he’d seen before, but something deeper… something just for him.

“I care about you too,” you said softly, and Levi could feel the earnestness in your voice.

Levi felt himself breathe again, like his whole body suddenly remembered how to exist, how to live. He smiled softly at you.

The chattering crowd around the two of you seemed to fade away to the sound of music as he stood there with your hand safe in his as the two of you smiled at each other like idiots. Something had changed, and the air was electric with the warm promise of a new beginning.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Neither of you needed to. The silence no longer felt like a chasm, but rather a warm blanket that covered the both of you in a comfortable embrace.

Finally, a soft laugh escaped your lips as you spoke. “Do you want to get out of here?” you asked, your voice just barely a whisper over the sound of music.

Levi nodded, giving your hand a squeeze. “Yeah,” he replied softly. “I do.”

As the two of you made your way outside, the sharp cold of a December night was a striking contrast to the warmth that lingered between the two of you. His gaze was fixed on you and how you glowed like something ethereal under the lights. Maybe he could come to like the holidays, if it meant he’d see you under the glow of warm string lights. You’d already changed him so much, what’s one more?

He didn’t even notice the snow beginning to fall, the first of the season, until he watched a flake land on your eyelashes. He didn’t notice there was music over the speakers until you laughed. He didn’t notice how cold it was until you reached your gloved hands to tighten his scarf.

And for the first time in a long time, Levi felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

A/N: It's the end!! For those who have made it here, consider this me giving you a big kiss on the forehead. I haven't written in a while, so this story felt like coming home for me. I have absolutely loved writing for Levi, and I think I might continue to do so. If you have any song suggestions, do let me know, and I'll see if I can write it into this universe. But I do have a loose, LOOSE idea for an epilogue based on the song "Songs in my Head."

Also, as it's currently december, I'd like to wish all of you a happy holiday! It's crazy right now, so take this time to have a warm beverage, grab a blanket, and read something cozy.

And per usual, a fun fact: Levi and reader made a 83 on their psych project. Their professor said... "Good first impressions, strong writing skills, but no theories listed. Have the two of you considered writing a holiday rom-com?" (no theories listed is my fault. I didn't even wanna come back to writing the project. Didn't wanna give anyone finals induced trauma at this time of year.)

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