#the perfect surprise party for an introvert

[theeviltriplet-fromao3]

Patton: thanks for helping me find that thing I was looking for!

Virgil: it was no problem, don’t really see why you needed my help tho

Virgil: *remembers it’s his birthday*

Virgil: you weren’t getting me out of my room for a surprise were you?

Patton: askdfg what!? Nooooo

Virgil: *returns to his room skeptical*

Virgil: *finds a gift basket* Patton…

Patton: *isn’t there*

Card from gift basket: it’s your day! Why not cake some you time? <3 from: Patton :3 Thomas :) Logan. Roman ✨ Janus (:|D & Remus >:)

Virgil: :)

[lovetei]

Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call

Versions: The Brothers, Side characters

Warnings: Gender neutral pronouns for MC, Cussing, Slight yandere themes (Belphegor, Asmodeus)

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

This demon likes sticking to rules

Running on hallways? Detention

Eating during class? Detention

Not paying attention to class? Detention

No one is safe...

Except for one person.

The cafeteria if filled with loud noises, your voice shouting profanities to another demon specifically.

Everyone listening to the argument feels like they're stomach is about to burst out of nervousness because "What if Lucifer randomly comes in and put all of us is detention because we just stood by and didn't do anything to stop the fight?!"

And he did.

But what surprised them is that he didn't shout or anything, he just stood there for a few second and scanned the crowd looking for one of his brothers.

Spotted Mammon and came close to him before whispering something among themselves.

And then he just stood there

Doing nothing

As if it's just fucking okay to let a human, the exchange student at that, to scream and curse a demon because he won't cooperate into this project.

And when the demon started cursing back at you, the rules are suddenly so strict as if cussing will cause the end of the 8 rings of hell.

The demon is sent to detention, removed from the group, suspended, and many more.

And who knows? Maybe you pulled just a few strings to have that demon expelled.

But what the citizens sure know is that they never saw anyone again after talking to MC like that.

MAMMON

It was cute

Mammon would do anything for you, no matter how big or small it is.

One day, Mammon was spotted running around the halls of RAD.

Looking like he's getting chased by Lucifer, again.

But surprisingly, he's not.

He's just running around the school fetching your fan, notebooks, bag, pens, water or some snacks.

One time, you two were put in a group for this project and were talking about it with your other group mates.

Then you hit him with a "Mammon, I left my notebook on my desk in the potions class, can you fetch it for me?"

With just a blink of an eye, Mammon who was leaning on your shoulder just a few minutes ago is gone.

And with another blink of an eye he's there again with your notebook on his hands then he's back to leaning on your shoulder again as if he didn't just go to the other side of the school for a notebook.

LEVIATHAN

He's introverted

He won't go out his room if it's just for some lame party

I also headcanons for him to be the most unseen brother

Or like him having the smallest amount of photo and information online because he just won't go out.

Yeah, he won't go out if it's just some small, lame party but if Diavolo hosts it, what exactly can he do?

"Do you think the avatar of envy will attend this party?"

"Ha! No way... Lord Leviathan won't attend small parties or gatherings like these unless Lord Diavolo hosts it himself."

"Lord Leviathan really has a high standard when it comes to gatherings..."

And then poof

He's there

Beside you

A happy go lucky sheep beside a gloomy snake

What a match

And if you ask him why he would attend such gatherings when it's totally not even his style he would just go like "MC."

"What can I do? MC really wants to see the fireworks display."

"MC wants me to escort them."

So they got the hint on how to make Levi attend gatherings, either have Diavolo host it or invite MC too.

SATAN

He's angry

But not angry enough to yell when MC is around

Man's can go from 👹 to ☺️ real quick as soon as he felt MC's prescense

He doesn't know why too, but whenever he yell while you're around he thinks he'll fall out of favor

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU'RE SO PERFECT THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO AROUND WHILE YOU HAVE YOUR HEAD FAR UP YOUR ASS- Oh, Hi MC? How are you?"

He'll talk so sweet in front you and then when you turn around you can see some veins popping out of his neck and forehead.

And if he can't really handle it and went berserk in your prescense another scary yet amazing thing you can is to put your hand on his body.

Shoulder, head, neck, wrist, arm, wherever it is.

Just pat him or link your arms with him and he will start to calm down.

ASMODEUS

People headcanon him to like it when you're obsessed with him but I think he's more obsessed to you.

Like he's down bad

You can do anything and he'll literally fawn all over it

"Look at the way they run their hands through their hair!"

"Look at how they work!"

"The way they hold that fork is so graceful~"

Literally, you're the only person that comes to his mind when someone said pretty

Except for himself of course

But I swear, whenever someone caught him staring at you the atmosphere gets so thick

You don't even know why but the atmosphere is heavy and the air suddenly smells so sweet

And those heart in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate

Yeah, you have this man worshipping you alongside himself

BEELZEBUB

Other than the fact that he's actually willing to share his food with you

He's willing to help you in any physical works

Like lifting up things, carrying your stuffs and sometimes even running errands for you

I mean, he actually doesn't do it a lot because Lucifer actually asks Mammon for this stuff because the things Lucifer needs to be done is a little...

Shady?

And he doesn't want to taint Beel's innocence.

So now since you're already a part of the student council when Lucifer needs to have something important finished but it requires physical work.

You and Beel will be partnered

And he doesn't have anything against it either

He likes it so much when you command him to do something actually

I mean, he's tall and buff but Lucifer won't ask him to do anything that includes hard labor except taking care of Belphegor

So you actually helping him make use of all those muscles made him feel a tinge of happiness

He feels like he's actually of use :)

BELPHEGOR

This little brat

He would kill for you and he means it

He's not scared to spill blood on broad daylight as long as it's for you

Someone bothered you? Dead

Oh this person annoyed you? Taken care of

Aw~ He told you you're cute and asked you out on a date? That's sweet! Dead.

He's just like that

He won't tolerate anyone who dared disrespect you

And Lucifer won't even put a stop into this

"I mean, Devildom is quite overpopulated and we don't want anyone disrespecting Lord Diavolo's plan on bringing the three realms together now." Is what he reasons everytime.

Oh, he also wakes up on command as long as it's you.

Lucifer and his brothers could be shaking him like he's dead and he won't even bother to open his eyes

But if you just pulled a "Belphie? Good morning..." Oh dear, he's wide awake and clinging to you.

[kanekisfavoritegf]

PERFECT LOVER: The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin

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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.

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CHAPTER SIX:

Kento’s bathroom was nice, and it was also nice the last time you sat on the edge of his bathtub, hungover. 

You stared at the drying white patch on the bottom of your dress and fought the urge to break out into uncontrollable laughter. 

It was hilarious, it shouldn’t have been, but it was. This whole situation was starting to dawn on you; Kento Nanami, no matter how tall and how stoic and sneakily flirty he was, was a virgin—a virgin who was trusting you to be the calm and collected one. Running to the bathroom after having him release on you isn’t painting the image of a calm and collected person.

Opting for a calmer approach, you changed out of your dress first and threw on his shirt. It was black and oversized, with the words “Metallica” written in big white letters.

Metallica? He didn’t seem like the type.

When you opened your door, you were half surprised not to see Kento standing at your door waiting to usher you back into the kitchen, but he was nowhere to be seen. Walking down the dimly lit hallway and back into the living room, it was empty, with no sign of the blonde anywhere. You made sure to step over the rug and look over the couch to see Kento setting up the dinner table.

Candles lit and food already set down, Kento walked around the table, fussing over every last detail. It was cute to watch from a distance. You approached slowly and quietly, stopping once you were close enough to watch but far enough not to be detected. He hummed along to some jazz song that played in the background.

���Can I sit down, or should I keep watching you shift the cutlery to the right and then the left again?” You smiled at him, stepping into the warm yellowish candlelight. Its soft scent hugged your body and filled your nose.

“I don’t know…” Kento looked up at you, “I quite like my view right now. Maybe I’ll make you stand here for the rest of the night as I eat.”

“You wouldn’t be so cruel, Mr. Nanami.”

“I just might.”

Kento took your hand and led you to your spot. You were across from each other at the ends of the table. 

“So Metallica?”

“Don’t seem like the type, do I?”

“Not in the slightest.” You laughed.

“Was very antisocial in high school.”

“More so than now?” Kento nodded before continuing,

“It was comical how bad it was. Anyways, my lack of want to socialize, along with wired earphones and a lock on my door, I found solace in music, loud, loud music.

Long story short, he was a big emo kid who swore that his life was not just a phase.”

“Awe. I was a big Orchestra nerd, Cello first chair, Always.”

“Of course you were.”

“I look like an Orchestra kid?”

“No, you look like the type to be perfect at everything.”

“You flatter me, Mr. Nanami.”

“Don’t let it go to your pretty head.”

“You think I am pretty?” you asked, taking another bite of the food, holding back the urge to moan at the taste.

Nanami didn’t answer immediately, taking a slow sip at his wine as he held your stare. 

“You have no idea what I think about you.” You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to; it was like he dared you to break it first to give in. Kento was pulling you in each direction. Did he want you to take the lead, or did he want you to give in? Something in his eyes, a glimmer of defiance. 

Take the lead, it is.

“Eat your food, Kento.” You said, a small smile painted on your face as it was your turn to take a long swig at your drink. The red wine slipped down your throat and warmed your stomach.  

“I think you should do the same, Y/N. I can’t have you drinking on an empty stomach.” You laughed under your breath, taking a bite out of your food, watching as he followed along, only eating when you did.

Soon, nothing was on your plate and an almost empty wine cup.

“Come to the couch and bring the bottle with you, Kento.” Standing up, you didn’t wait to see if he had followed your order; you heard the quiet sound of his steps tracking behind you.

Sitting across from you, Nanami Kento looked on, a proud man. 

“What do you want from me, Mr. Nanami?” Fear tightened its grip on your heart, uncertainty casting a shadow over your thoughts. You were both grown adults; there was no need to beat around the bush. Casual relationships were a familiar territory for you, but they always left someone hurt. Was Kento looking to be serious, or were you just a pawn in his game of manhood? A person must satisfy his desires and boast about them to Satoru. No matter how much you wanted to belive he wasn’t like that, he could be that type. 

“I am a virgin.”

“As we have previously established.”

“I like you, but I am a virgin.” He took a deep breath before continuing. His eyes not on you fully. “I want to please you. I want to give you what others also could. But I— I don’t know how.”

“Kento… We don’t have to jump straight into the sex. It can wait.”

“I don’t want to wait. I want you to teach me.”

“Teach you?” 

“Yes. So tell me what you want, and teach me how to do it. I’ll be good for you; I’ll be so so good if you give me time to learn.”

“You want me to teach you?”

His head nodded rapidly as he inched closer to you, and now on your thigh, ghosting over your damp-clothed cunt.

“Fuck.” You whispered under your breath.

“Is that what you want? Me to fuck you?” His head fell into your neck, panting as his hand pressed against your pussy. 

You shook your heads at his words. You did want him to fuck you, but your head became less and less there as his fingers rubbed you over your panties. 

“No? you don’t want me to fuck you?” He was teasing you. Mocking you.

“Kento.” You warned him as you pressed yourself into his hand more.

“Y/N.” He mirrored.

 “I want you to make me cum.”

“Teach me.” He whispered against your skin. Hands tugging at your panties until they ripped. He discarded the wet fabric on his rug and kept his attention on you. More so, your aching cunt. With one thick finger now inside you, you writhed against him.

“Tell me what to do, Y/N.” He demanded.

“Pump in and out.” He nodded, watching your face as you let yourself be taken by the pleasure. 

“Oh fuck, Kento. More. More Please More now.” You grasped his hair, tugging it back slightly as you moved your hips in time with his digit. 

“Another one?”

“Yes, God Y-Yes.” 

With another finger in you now, your whines and moans became more consistent as he forced them out of you.

“Curl your fingers up. Kento.”

He didn’t even verbally respond. He was too busy moaning at you, moaning as if your pleasure was just as much his as it was yours.

His head was already nuzzled in your neck. He took a long stripe at your jugular as his fingers made a come here motion inside you. 

You were a mess, moaning and panting. It was like he was pulling pleasure from you on a string. His breath felt hot against you, and in between the groans of pleasure he received, grinding into your words so high pitched, so whiney they couldn’t have possibly been from him. But they were.

“Teach me.” A bite to your neck and a groan followed. You could barely breathe, let alone process his words to you.

“I am teaching you.” You slurred through a honeyed tongue. 

“Teach me”, He repeated, licking over his previous bite. “Please, Y/N. Show me how to make you cum,”

“Y-You, are already doing– Fuck!” It was too much; you tried, but the words failed you. Your sentences became nothing but incoherent babbles, 

“I thought you said you wanted me to make you cum,” Kento removed his fingers, taking them to his mouth, “So Teach me, Y/N.”

He raised your hips until your legs sat over his shoulders and mouth hovering outside of your wet entrance. He took a greedy stripe at your cunt; slowly, with so much pressure, a broken sob escaped you. It was a single lick, and he pulled away immediately, not before moaning at your taste.

“Please,” he begged over and over as he continued to force your hips against him.

“Teach me.” He licked again. This time, no moan left you. Despite your mouth being wide open in the shape of an “O”, You didn’t make a single sound. Your body convulsed, and you came all over his chin.

“Teach me,” Kento demanded one last time. And you nodded mindlessly along to his words, and Kento had cum again, just from the sight of you.

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“Bend over and be a good girl.”

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[intuitively-her]

You've been through many trials and tribulations that have only made you stronger! I'm getting specifically that you don't look like the things you've been through. From the outside, you actually look perfect, or your lifestyle does. People would never know the sacrifices it took for you to get here though. Most people wouldn't have even made it through some of the obstacles that you've faced. I also get the vibe that you're very reserved with your energy. Kinda like you don't speak unless spoken to. Not in a bad way though. You could be an ambivert. ENTJ? INFJ? You don't have to do the most to get attention, it comes natural to you. You know how to stand alone. Never been a "follow the leader" type. Your balance and stability are surprising as well. It could be because of your age. Or maybe you used to live a reckless lifestyle but managed to pull yourself out of it. I feel like you have a tendency to go ghost for awhile, but then randomly pop out on some new sh*t. People can never keep up with you. You're an enigma. It kinda frustrates people tbh.😂 On the flip side, you are very loving to those closest to you. You always trust yourself and follow your heart to wherever it leads you. You are your top priority and will always make sure your cup is full before giving to someone else. If your love is not being reciprocated, then you will simply leave. Your love is intense.❤️‍🔥 You could be a gift-giver or you enjoy doing acts of kindness. You always know what to do/say at the right moment. Lastly, your star qualities are VERY attractive to others.🤩 You're so humble about it too. You could be an influencer or have an active presence on social media. You have a lot of copycats and people that try to emulate your energy. It never really sticks though.

Confirmations: Confident, Intellectual, 777, Sarcastic, Smart-ass, Mixed signals, Intimidating, 1010, Charming, Promiscuous, Friendly, Competitive, Creative

You always find a way to turn your pain into power! It doesn't matter how many hardships you face, you never let it keep you down. You're always onto the next best thing. Always looking towards the future. Someone here likes to take solo-trips often or you enjoy hiking/being in nature. You often come up creative ideas or new ways to make money. Always willing to learn something new. That trait of yours is highly admired by your bosses/higher-ups. You work very well with others. When people work with you, it quite literally increases their luck and money flow. So be mindful of who you share that energy with. You are such a kind and loving individual, even at your lowest. Give yourself more credit boo!❤️ You're very committed to your self-improvement and personal goals no matter what you go through. That's something to be proud of.

Confirmations: Famous, Sexy voice, 111, Friendly, Funny, Someone here has a cat that is very clingy, 444, Pretty skin, Hermoine from Harry Potter, Elusive, Life of the party, Genuine, Beautiful, Seeing 8's everywhere, Someone here owns an exotic animal or you want one

You know how to transmute any negative energy/situation that is sent your way. You are an alchemist. This is my witchy pile.🔮 You like to play fair and see both sides in situations. Very unbiased. However, you'll also put a b*tch in their place if needed. Cause I'm getting that people like to come into your energy to test/bully you for some reason. But you shut that sh*t down real quick.✅ You may be very introverted, or you have this innocent/naive vibe to you. A lot of people blindly trust you. They know you would never try to cross them. You're a big risk taker. You might do something unconventional for work. People love how you march to the beat of your drum always. You might spend a lot of time alone or you keep a close-knit group of friends. You're not afraid to stand alone whatsoever. Nobody can steal your happiness. That is what's most powerful about you.⭐

Confirmations: Genuine, 911, 818, Mysterious, Intoxicating, 717, Witch, Self-absorbed, Pretty eyes, 737, 777, Uptight, Predator, Intellectual, Elusive

You're more than what meets the eye. From the outside, you seem very shy or monotonous even. But you're a true gem baby.💎Your charisma and charm is one of a kind. You stand out without even realizing it. Your wit and sarcasm is very attractive. You have a very unbothered vibe to you. In your own lane, and outta the mix. It makes me think of "Daria". You might go ghost pretty often. You're very big on self-care and your alone time. On the go a lot. ✈️People feel like they can't get ahold of you anymore. You're very focused on self these days. Me vs. me kinda energy. You're a natural creator. Very artistic and out of the box. You might've been this way since childhood. You're often the topic of discussion to those around you. People really enjoy having you around, whether you know this or not. You're a sweetheart once you truly open up. People feel lucky that they took the time to get to know you. You're a true friend.🩷

Confirmations: Clingy, 111, Wife, Light skin tone, 222, One night stand, Player, 999, Mixed signals, Addict, Psychic, Lazy, Outgoing, Eccentric

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[therealcocoshady]

Ahhhh!! I love your stuff, you're so talented !!!

Could you write a Marshall x bookworm!female!reader oneshot abt reader always just having her head in books and Marshall wanting some attention please??

Thank youuu xx

More than me ?

Eminem X Bookworm!Female!Reader

Author’s Note : Hey ❤️. Thank you so much for your request ! I had some fun writing it ☺️. I hope you enjoy it !

No one expected a bookworm like you to end up with a rapper. On paper, it didn’t make much sense and yet, everyone around you agreed that Marshall was the perfect match for you. The two of you were somewhat nerdy, introverts who’d rather spend time in your house than go to a party with tons of people. And even if he didn’t read a ton of books, he made up for it by fully supporting your passion for literature. When you moved into his house, he let you transform one of the guest rooms into a library and he often surprised you with books on your wishlist. On special occasions, he would go the extra mile and gift you beautiful editions, sometimes first ones, much to your delight. And even though he politely refused your many offers to let him borrow some books, he was always happy to let you talk his ear off about books you liked.

- You should really read it, you said excitedly.

- Yeah but if I read it, there would be no point in you telling me about it, he said with a grin. I’d miss the best part.

- Sorry, you giggled. Is that too much ?

- Never, he said before pressing a kiss to your temple. I love that you’re passionate. I like listening to you. It’s like a podcast.

- You know, Shelly at the library keeps telling me to start one, you chuckled.

- Maybe you should give it a try, he replied. No one talks about books like you.

- Maybe I’ll ask Hailie for pointers, you shrugged.

This was the start of a crazy adventure for you. A year later, you were able to quit your job, relying on your podcast and advertisement to make a comfortable living. Advertisers were constantly soliciting you, willing to take advantage of your massive following. You had managed to gather a big community of bookworms such as yourself, who enjoyed hearing about your latest reads. It was your safe space and you simply loved it. Another perk was that publishing houses sent you tons of books for free, hoping you’d talk about them in an episode. Marshall’s house was big but you now had books in every room and always more books you needed to read. Your boyfriend was already used to always seeing you with a book but now, you had more time to read and were doing this full time. It wasn’t always sunshine and candy, though and, sometimes, you were on a schedule to finish reviewing a book before recording your next episode. At some point, you had decided to review a whole series that had been sent to you a week ago, and reading those eight books definitely took most of your time.

- Are you coming to bed ? Marshall asked.

- I have to read a couple more chapters, you said apologetically. Sorry, my love.

- You’ve spent the whole day reading, babe, he pointed out. How about you rest your eyes a little ? I could make them roll back into your skull…

- Are you propositioning me ? You asked with a grin.

- Absolutely, he replied with a smile. What do you think ?

- That’s tempting, you admitted.

Before you had even finished your sentence, he was grabbing your book, placing your bookmark, closing it and taking you to the bedroom. As soon as you reached the bed, he pinned you to the mattress and whispered in your ear.

- Been waiting for this all day, he said.

- All day ? You giggled. You were at work…

- And yet, you were the only thing on my mind, he grinned. Couldn’t think of anything else.

He made sure to show you exactly what had been on his mind, ravishing you in all sorts of positions, making you cry from pleasure, until you were both panting and exhausted.

- I love you, he said as he caught his breath. God, I missed you this week.

- I missed you too, you cooed. You’ve been working so hard, lately.

- So have you, he pointed out.

- I have to keep busy while you’re finishing your album, don’t I ? You giggled.

- Well, you have me to yourself for the next two days, he said. Told the team not to bother me unless someone dies. I’m all yours. And we’re not leaving this room.

- Interesting, you giggled. I have some work, though.

- You can read chapters in between rounds, he shrugged before burying his head in your neck.

You smiled and enjoyed his touch, the warmth of his breath on your skin. You ran your hands in his back and stroked his head. Moments later, he was asleep. His soft snores brought a smile to your face and you figured he needed the rest. Lately, he had been waking up extra early and coming home later than usual, occasionally going to California to work with Dre. You gently made him roll to his side of the bed and wrapped yourself in your silk robe before going back to your reading room and resuming your reading. Hours later, a grumpy boyfriend came to get you.

- You left, he groaned sleepily.

- You were sleeping, you said with a smile.

- Well, not anymore, he said. Come back ?

- I just have to finish this-

- Later, woman, he groaned.

- Ten minutes, you pleaded.

- Babe, he sighed. It’s 11PM.

- Yeah but-

- I need you, he said with puppy eyes. You don’t want me to get all lonely in bed, now, do you ?

You smiled at him, yet made a point of shaking your head in disapproval. He knew full well his lost puppy act would get him anywhere with you. You closed your book and went back to the bedroom. As soon as you got back in bed, he wrapped you in his arms, in a possessive stance. You chuckled and whispered sweet nothings before drifting off to sleep.

You woke up the next day to the sound of Marshall entering the room with a breakfast tray in his hands.

- Breakfast in bed ? You yawned with a smile. What’s the occasion.

- I thought we might enjoy a lazy day in bed, he said with a smile. You, me, food and movies ?

- Sounds good, you nodded.

He settled in bed next to you and you ate the copious amount of food he had prepared. You spent a few hours in each other’s arms, watching movies and cuddling. Marshall seemed exceptionally clingy, which made you smile. Physical touch had always been one of his love languages, but it was rare for him to spend hours on end cuddling. After a while, though, you decided to get back to reading. However, you didn’t find your book where you had left it.

- Babe, have you seen the book I had yesterday ? You asked. It’s blue, with flowers on the cover.

- I haven’t, he shrugged. Come here, you’ll find it later.

- I really have to finish, you said. I’ll go and search…

- Babe, he groaned, can’t we just have a few hours together ? I’ll help you search for it. Later.

- Ok, you shrugged. But it’s important.

He sighed and gestured for you to come back in his arms. He didn’t pay a lot of attention to the movie, though, and just enjoyed your presence until he fell asleep. Or so you thought. Because as soon as you moved, he let out a grunt.

- What ? He asked.

- Just going to search for my-, you began.

- Screw it, he groaned. Here’s your damn book.

He reached for his nightstand and handed it to you. You looked at him in disbelief.

- You realized I’ve searched for it for half an hour ? You asked.

- Yeah well here it it, he groaned.

- Why did you take it ?

- Because I want you to be with me, he sighed. It’s all about your books, these days.

- I’m working, you said defensively. It’s my passion !

- Yeah well why don’t you move into your reading room then ? He suggested. You like these books more than me anyway.

You sighed and then put the book down before taking his hand.

- What’s with you today ? You asked.

- Nothing, he shrugged with a frown.

- Marsh, you said tentatively. You’re short-tempered and clingy. Clearly, something’s wrong.

- I miss you, he sighed. That’s all.

- I’m right here, you pointed out. I even work from home. I’m literally always here.

- I like that you’re having fun but… you work too much, he said.

- I do work a lot, but it’s because I want to be successful, you said. And you’re one to talk. You’re a literal workaholic.

- Yeah well I’m tired of all this work and I want to hug my girl, he said. I’m stressed out and I need you.

You smiled and kissed his cheek before putting your book away.

- You know you could just have told me you needed me, right ?

- I guess, he said grumpily. I guess I didn’t want to sound like a total simp.

- I like it, you said. It’s cute.

- So you’re staying, this time ? He asked.

- Of course, babe, you replied. If you need me, that’s my priority. But… is there something wrong ?

- Nothing, he said. I guess I’m just under pressure. I just need you. You’re my safe space. I miss you, lately. And now that you have this shit ton of followers, you don’t even tell me about your books. I miss that too.

You nodded and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

- I’m sorry, my love, you said. I just got really into all of it. But you’re my priority, you know ?

- Am I ? He asked.

- Of course, you replied.

- I love you, he said. Sorry I stole your book.

- Next time you try that, I’m messing up with your cassette wall, you threatened.

- You wouldn’t ! He gasped.

- Try me, you said with a raised eyebrow. Who knows ? Maybe all of them are in the wrong case. Maybe I’ve already done it.

He looked at you nervously and you gave him a threatening smirk. Knowing how much he cherished that cassette collection it was enough of a threat and a sure fire way to mess with his head. He groaned and got up.

- Where are you going ? You asked.

- To check my cassettes, he said.

- What ? You asked in a falsely offended voice. If you go, it means you love them more than me !

- Babe… of course I love them more, he said with a grin. Know your place, woman !

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[hearts4golbach]

The Sink. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.)

warning: smut.

request from @lifeisrealdeath !

I walked up to the party in the sluttiest dress I own and my boyfriend, johnnie, by my side. the air around me was heavy with the stench of weed and alcohol.

johnnie scrunched his nose, "oh, God. are you ready?"

"always." I smirked. "are you ready?" I giggled.

"obviously. this shit just seems intense." he replied, wrapping his arm around my waist.

the party wasn't as crazy inside as it seemed outside. it was the perfect amount of people, not too crowded. But, there was tons of alcohol.

"I don't think I'm drinking today." I told him, grabbing a coke out of the fridge.

"yeah, me neither." he shrugged.

"are jake and Tara still coming?"

he pulled out his phone and opened a text from Jake. "he said they're going to be a little late."

we went to sit on the couch while we waited for them. Tara and Jake always livened up a party. me and johnnie were more introverted compared to them.

johnnie had his hand on my thigh, rubbing it gently as we looked around the room.

on the other side of the couch, a couple was sucking face.

I rolled my eyes and turned to johnnie. "get a room, God damn." I whispered in his ear.

he giggled. "I feel like you've said that at least twice at every party we've gone to."

I rolled my eyes for the millionth time. "I wouldn't be surprised." I laughed and began to talk about something else. "traffic was actually fucking crazy earlier, when I was trying to meet you at the house."

"tell me about it." he said, slowly moving his hand up my thigh. he gently squeezed my inner thigh.

"i- uh-" I cleared my throat, trying to hide the fact that I was clearly turned on. "some old lady flipped me off, that shit was funny as fuck."

he moved his hand further up, fingers grazing over my clothed heat, making me flinch. "johnnie." I whispered.

"what?" he whispered back.

I widened my eyes at him. "there are like 50 people in the room."

he leaned in and kissed my neck. "then let's go somewhere else."

"bathroom break?" I smirked.

he immediately got up, grabbing my hand and dragging me up the stairs.  I shut the door behind us and locked it, turning to johnnie.

"I love it when you wear this dress,"  his fingers dug into my hips.

I pulled him in, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. he smashed his lips against mine desperately. I smiled into the kiss, running my hands through his rough hair. his tongue swiped my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I opened my mouth slightly, poking my tongue out to meet his. his hands moved down to my ass, squeezing it gently. I let out a small moan. he pulled away, lightly kissing from my neck down to my exposed cleavage. he sucked and bit, pulling me closer. he left a couple of dark hickeys scattered across my neck and chest.

"Jake isn't going to shut up about this." I gestured down to my chest.

"let him talk." johnnie responded. I laughed and nodded, signaling for him to keep going. "hop up on the counter."

I widened my eyes. "oh? that's a little freaky." I teased. a darker blush spread across his face. I did as he said, sitting on the edge of the counter.

he kissed me softly one last time before getting on his knees in front of me. his hands gripped my calfs as he kissed my thighs. he made his way up my thighs agonizingly slow, leaving more very noticeable hickeys. he pulled up my dress, making it gather around my waist. he looked up at me and let his eyes trail over my whole body.

johnnie spread my legs further, allowing him better access. he slowly licked my clothed pussy, making me shudder. "johnnie, please-" I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.

he pulled my underwear down and took them off completely, putting them in his pocket. "you're so wet already." johnnie said softly, teasing my entrance with his tongue.

I moaned quietly, running my fingers through his hair. he moved his hands up to my hips, gripping them tightly as his tongue circled my clit. I bit down on my bottom lip hard, trying not to attract attention to the bathroom. he looked up at me through his eyelashes. he licked in between my folds, making a chill run down my spine.

"fuck, johnnie." I whimpered quietly.

he thrusted his tongue inside of me. my jaw dropped and I let out a low moan.

"you taste so good." he commented. "do you want more?"

I nodded quickly. "please-" he quickened his pace, hitting all of my sensitive spots. "you're driving me crazy."

he moved his hand, using his thumb to rub my clit. I arched my back, pushing him deeper inside of me. he sped up his pace, going faster. he pulled his tongue out and began to suck on my clit, sending me over the edge.

"I can feel you're so close." johnnie looked up at me with a seductive smile on his face.

"don't stop." I replied, gripping his hair as he dove back inside of me. his hands moved to my ass, pulling me closer to him. one hand stayed in his hair while the other gripped onto the ledge of the sink for stability.

his thumb went to my clit again as he sped up, going as fast as he could possibly go. I felt my stomach twist and turn before knotting. "johnnie, I'm going to cum." I said breathlessly.

he nodded, sending more sensations all over my body. he rubbed my clit faster, sending me over the edge. I released all over his tongue, my body wanting to go limp. he helped me rife out my high, slowing down his movements.

he stood up, leaning in to kiss me more. without pulling away, he pulled my underwear out from his pocket and helped me put them on. I made sure to leave my own couple hickeys on his neck before we exited the bathroom.

we found Jake and Tara in the kitchen taking shots.

Jake snorted, looking between the two of us. "did you two have fun?"

[nysrage]

College Daze, Connie Springer.

college days were hard. you hadn’t quite found your footing around campus, not making any friends, and often times too homesick to even get out of bed. being the quiet introvert didn’t help with any functions going on campus either. but nonetheless, it was that college daze. days were especially hard when you were hours away from everything you knew, your town, family, one friend, and boyfriend. all the things that made your heart so full.

the only thing keeping you sane were the phone calls you’d share with them. parents giving you encouraging words to keep you going and motivated. your friend who remind you of the vision you had for yourself when you felt low enough to quit and come home. Connie, who’d stay up with you on those long night where you’d study for upcoming exams, and fill that lonely hole with warmth during those overnight calls. It’d been months since you been face to face with any of them and you couldn’t help the feeling of loneliness clouding your heart.

that was until there’d been a knock at your front door, pulling you not only from your thoughts but also your bed. annoyed that your roommate most likely left her keycard in her room for the umpteenth time since you’ve settled on campus. “ girl you’ve got to learn to—” swinging the door open to be met with your boyfriend, “surprise mamí” flashy smile on display as he engulfed you into his arms. “connie?” you mind barely processing all of this until you were burying your face into his neck. opening up to that safe, warm, and familiar scent that you’d missed for so long, taking in as much of it as you could not knowing how long it’d last. “c’mon lemme see that pretty face.” pushing those soft natural coils out of your face, taking you all in. “how… when did you even find the time..?”

“like i told you princesa..” connie smiled, giving you a small peck in the cheek. “i’d be outside your dorm for you one of these days.” you giggled, quickly wiping away any tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “you know i can’t be away from you too long.” nuzzling your face into that warm hand of his that rested against your cheek. basking in that feeling of home and happiness.

the next few days were spent on some much needed catching up, quality time, and acts of service. showing connie around campus and enjoying a few parties, along with a nice stress free day at the salon. connie paying for all those self care needs that you’d neglected in the past few months, getting you back to that bubbly personality he’d grown to love. those beautiful smiles returning back to your face. the next day was spent in sweetheart circle in the center of campus, full of beautiful land that was perfect for a picnic. which connie made sure to pack all of your favorite fruits, wraps, and drinks into your basket. Along with three small canvases to draw whatever your heart desires.

the gentle breeze, warm sun on your skin, and connie’s arm wrapped around your waist made everything feel so much better. like this journey isn’t as lonely as it seemed, not when the people surrounding you did everything in their power to keep you happy along the way. It’d been the most you smiled since the first week of school and you didn’t think it’d fade anytime soon. the two of you sharing your paintings when you were done, connie’s canvas colored with doodles of you and him beneath the sun. while your gave a more realistic and detailed portrait, one your sure he’d be hanging up somewhere in his room to keep your close to him. A third canvas of your painted hands on either side, and the date that the two of you became official in between.

ending the day with a walk around the trail, a known legend at your university for couples that visit sweetheart circle. “you know legend says, if you walk sweetheart circle the right way three times.. you’ll be married.” connie chuckled, “oh yeah?” playfully biting down on his lip. “right or wrong, you’ll end up as mrs. springer regardless” pulling you close his side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “we work too hard at this relationship for us not to work.” his words were sweet and sincere, eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. your body whirling around in front of him to stop his tracks, taking his strong hands in yours. “i’m really glad you surprised me for the weekend baby.�� a bright smile of your face as you looked up at the towering form of your boyfriend. his smile just as wide as yours, placing a delicate kiss on your intertwined hands. “I know this big city was a lot for you and you really needed some piece of home..” shrugging his shoulders as he looked out at this distant fountain. “so i thought i’d bring home to you.”

squeezing his hand as his eyes met yours, those golden brown orbs holding so many emotions. “I love you..” his reaction to your words always the same, small curve in his lips along with that brightening of his eyes.

“i love you more princesa.”

[aayakashii]

Helloo Aya love your content as always and I have a request if you want to do it😊

Could you write "how would the Vagastrom and Jabberwock ghouls(+jin cause he's the only one I care about from frostheim lmao😭) propose to you/mc"😩

Anyways either way I love your fics and headcanons pls never die❤️

I love when ppl say "pls never die" to someone and now I feel elated that I'm on the receiving end of that too LMAO thank you for enjoying what I write <3 and thank you for helping me get out of my writing slump holy crap 😭

Warnings: none. Just tooth-rotting fluff, I might need a shot of insulin after writing this.

proposal headcanons

Jin

It depends on you, first and foremost.

If you're introverted, he'll make sure it'll be just the two of you, in the dim light of candles, with a dinner catered entirely to you.

Gentle music will be playing in the background as you two talk, and he tries to calm down his nerves by holding your hand tightly throughout the night.

You barely feel when he slips the ring into your finger, only noticing it when a precious gemstone glints brightly as he kisses your ring finger and murmurs the question into your trembling hand.

If you're extroverted, he'll throw a party just for the occasion. Whatever theme you like, you can consider it done.

You'll have the prettiest dress, the tastiest foods, the most delicious drinks with all the people you love surrounding you, despite you not knowing what warranted such a grand celebration.

Laughter and happy conversation suddenly quiet down as Jin brings you to the center of the room and gets down on one knee and the guests swoon over your fairytale romance.

Either way you prefer will be more than perfect for him, as long as your answer to his question is "yes".

Alan

Oh, he's so nervous. Almost can't look at you in the eye for an entire week before he gets the ring ready.

However, Alan isn't the type of guy who would prepare a special event for the proposal (but if you love him, you know this would never be his type of thing).

He does, however, want privacy to say whatever he needs to, if his heart finally decides to pour out of his mouth.

So, he takes you to a small hike.

Once you two can't hear anything besides the sound of leaves crunching under your feet and birds singing, he holds your hand tightly and turns towards you.

It's quick but soft and brimming with emotion: Alan only needs to tell you, through stutters and endearing mumbles, that you mean everything to him and that he wants to spend a lifetime with you.

He doesn't even need to ask whether or not you'd marry him. You're already hugging him so tight that you vanquish all of his anxieties in a fell swoop.

His heart thumps loudly in his chest, right under your ear, and he buries his face in your hair. You stay like this for a while, grounded and almost merged into each other.

You two only let go only when he finally remembers to slip the ring in your finger.

Leo

It's a show for the ages. It's not surprising at all that Leo would plan the fanciest, flashiest, trendiest proposal.

It will all be going straight to his TikTok right away.

But you already knew that. You know all the things that come with dating Leo. You know that his online career is way too important for him. You're fine with letting millions of fans ogle at him as he winks and vlogs and dances for them.

Because they will never see what you see.

They'll never really see how Leo's eyes look brimming with tears, nor how his hands tremble a little bit as he puts a ring on your finger.

They can't hear the little crack on his voice as he rests his forehead on yours and quietly asks you to marry him.

And when he turns to the camera, internet persona covering the tender little parts of him that he only lets you see, a smug smile on his face after you said yes, you know that you're the only one who truly knows him.

You're the only one who will marry him.

Sho

You're in for a ride, quite literally.

You don't suspect anything when he invites you to ride his motorcycle with him – Bonnie is his baby and you're his favorite person, it's more than common for him to get the two of you together.

Sho, however, can barely hide his anxiety. The dark blue band in the ring box feels like it weighs a ton, tucked deep in his pockets.

You notice his uneasiness. Of course you do. Your mind races with awful thoughts, and, as you two get off Bonnie, you immediately hold his hands, begging him to please let you know if you did anything to make him upset.

Sho feels like a dumbass. He thought he was hiding his emotions well, but it was silly of him to expect that you, of all people, wouldn't see straight into him.

But it's such a pretty day, and the air feels crisp, and the sunset paints you with orange rays of sunlight, and you look prettier than ever in his eyes.

He sighs and pulls the ring box out his pocket, putting it on your hand. His face burns with embarrassment as he says the words out loud, squashing any doubt you could ever have about the strength of your relationship with him.

You say yes as tears of relief escape your eyes, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, a small laugh bubbling out of your mouth as you feel how warm his skin is.

Haru

From the moment he saw you holding Peekaboo in your arms, Haru knew what he wanted.

He waited and waited, wondering when it could be considered socially acceptable to ask you to marry him.

Oh, if only Bahnti could make him run fast through time as well.

He tells you so once he finally decides to propose, holding the ring box he had bought right after meeting you. It was now old and muddied after all those long, agonizing months in which he kept it hidden inside his pockets.

He tells you of all the times he thought of buying other rings, one exponentially different than the other, because it was so hard not to think of you whenever he saw anything bright and pretty.

It's easy for him to see his future with you, and he promises to also make it easy for you to live with him.

He doesn't expect you to tend to his wounds nor work like he does. No, he would never even think of having you break a sweat for him.

Haru only wishes to be on the receiving end of your caring hands as well.

When you accept his proposal, you pull him onto your lap, fingers threading into his hair, and he sleeps, knowing he would wait it out all over again if it always meant you'd be his.

Towa

It doesn't take long for Towa to propose. In fact, he probably proposes every single day ever since you two got together.

But it's always light-hearted, like another way for him to say "I love you" without actually saying it.

He's given you countless rings made of flower stems, which you keep tucked safely inside a box, despite all of them withering way too soon.

When he's serious about it, however, you know.

There's not playfulness nor mirth in his eyes – just deep, infinite adoration. A seriousness on his face that shakes you to your core.

When he slips yet another ring in your finger, you notice: this one was made to look like a flower stem, but it was made of a silvery, hard band.

"This one will never wither," he says under the night sky you two had been watching. "It's a proof that I want to be with you forever".

His proposal is more of a statement than a question. You will marry him, he knows and you know as well.

And you couldn't be happier.

Ren

He hates the idea of proposals. Hates how much attention is drawn to a couple during marriage, hates the huge parties, the self-importance of couples who think the world should clap for them for just being together.

Therefore, he really doesn't expect to have marriage popping up in his mind every time he looks at you, a little into your relationship with him.

It's more of a reassurance than a romantic gesture to him.

Whenever you laugh at his jokes, spend time watching his awful horror movies, listen to his ramblings about games–

Whenever you look at him, kiss him and say his name–

Whenever you exist next to him, he wants, needs the reassurance that you won't simply go away in the blink of an eye. You won't leave him behind, back into a solitude he doesn't think he can handle anymore. Not after you.

So when he asks you after a binge of awful movies, if you'd like to spend the rest of your life with him, he does it out of desperation.

If he likes it, he needs to put a ring on it, right? Or whatever it is that someone said some time ago.

Your smile when you say you do is almost blinding. He nods and looks away, noticing his reflection on his notebook's screen seems awfully flustered.

"We'll go out to buy rings tomorrow, then." He murmurs. You lean onto his shoulder, agreeing and he sighs.

It will definitely feel good to see the proof that you're his right there, glinting on your finger.

[twstreverie]

sun and moon — 🌙 ☀️

sun/moon like s/o (kalim, jamil, rook, malleus) 🫶🏼

this idea kinda just happened, also because “o sol e a lua” is stuck in my head… I might do others with this <3

requests are open!

kalim al-asim

he adores you, to simply put it. he doesn’t mind one bit that you have more of an introverted nature — he balances that out. even if you don’t have the energy to go to one of his dorms feasts and parties he wouldn’t care. kalim is content with just you and him if that’s what you really wanted. he’ll take you on a carpet ride any night!

it’s a little funny to watch, but he’s sometimes you’re voice — since you’re quieter or don’t speak up and talk loud as much. you’ll hear him at least once or twice a day being like “oh they said—!”

the victories and celebrations that go off in his mind during the earlier parts of your relationship like when you started to laugh loudly around him or even when he hears you excitedly sharing something you like to him. he loves it all!

jamil viper

he hates to admit it but you sometimes make him feel so flustered and overwhelmed (in the best way) when it comes to your loud boasting of how much you love him or that instant “hey!!!” he hears the moment you see him. he has to pull down his hood a little sometimes jamil cant fight the warmth spreading on his cheeks. he’ll sigh and try telling you there’s no need for the energy (right in the middle of the school hallways ahaha) but does he actually want you to stop?

jamil tends to just let you ramble a lot, he’s a silent listener, giving once in a while a thought or two. not that he’s ignoring you he just doesn’t have the energy to talk sometimes — he’s content just doing work or even cooking and just listening to you go on.

has caught multiple times both overhearing and being told by others of your praise and talking highly of him — jamil was caught totally off guard when he had heard the first time. however by this point he isn’t surprised at all. I would be lying though if I said there wasn’t a smug grin after hearing.

rook hunt

rook is obsessed with you. sorry but he will be telling you an earful of his swooning and how much he is simply enamored by you. though you have no magic he claims that you’ve bewitched him.

I can just imagine you could just be sitting there reading and eating something during lunch silently. you could be doing basically nothing and look over and see rook with his head on his hand looking at you with heart eyes.

though he does most of the talking at times, he doesn’t mind. but I have to say at first it might’ve been a bit overwhelming with his nature for someone like you. at the same time, he can be very quiet when he wants to be, so you get both haha. he’ll even do stuff like write you letters and poetry (they’ve gotten pretty long), flowers, and from what I believe he is artistic you better believe he paints and draws you. you’re his muse.

malleus draconia

he utterly loves your affection, though he was initially surprised by your boldness but he could only lightly chuckle at you and your behavior. he indulges it anyway, he wants you to do this stuff. sebek definitely had a hard time having to deal with seeing you happily hug and kiss him whenever — even touching his horns! (he could’ve passed OUT)

not gonna lie malleus wants your attention and stuff anyway so like this is perfect for him — that both before your relationship and now that you’re so eager to be with him and such. because trust me, you’re his first and only, he just wants to spend his time with you. he is simply content basking in it, obviously.

he kinda just lets you drag him wherever and do what you want, he’ll follow you. but he would love something more quiet at times to, like during your nightly strolls when he sees you trying to follow and see some pretty creature or even small fairies you see time to time.

[unabashegirl]

Different 11 - college hs

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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Harry was profoundly infatuated with her. He liked everything about her. He was fascinated by all her little actions, like how she fiddled with the pendant on her necklace when she was analyzing something or how she would stick the tip of her tongue out when she was carefully focused on a task.

Because of this, he wasn’t bothered when Ganesh scolded him upon arrival, nor did he care that he had to stay up later than usual to finish his work for the next day. It was all worth it because he’d gotten to spend time with her.

“Do you understand where I’m coming from?” Ganesh stressed, pacing around the dorm room. He had stayed up just to tell him off.

“Yeah.” Harry honestly had no excuse. He had gotten so distracted with Y/N that he’d forgotten about all the work he needed to catch up on. “Sorry,” he muttered, just wanting to get Ganesh off his back. Harry was only interested in texting Y/N and letting her know what a wonderful time he had spent with her. He also wanted some time alone to process everything and savor it.

“How was it?” Ganesh asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Good.” Harry wasn’t one to share too much about his private life.

“That’s nice. Maybe we should go out for coffee with her sometime.” Ganesh had been raised by extremely strict parents who demanded nothing short of perfection. He didn’t understand his roommate's obsession with the girl. Ganesh could tell Harry had a promising future, and to him, Y/N was just a distraction.

“I’ll let her know,” Harry nodded, turning on his laptop and settling at the desk. He checked his phone as soon as he noticed Ganesh getting into bed.

Y/N let him know she was home and safe and that it had taken her a while to respond because she’d taken a bath. She fell asleep before he finished his work, holding her phone in the middle of sending a text, even after she had reassured Harry she wasn’t tired.

Harry couldn’t blame her. It had been a long day. He was tired too, but his thoughts about her kept him entertained. He couldn’t forget the way she looked at him, the way she touched him. It drove him crazy. In the middle of his organic chemistry homework, his pants were once again uncomfortably tight. Harry shifted around, but it was impossible to get comfortable. So, after much sighing, he decided to take a cold shower.

The water cooled him down; it wasn’t relaxing, especially since the temperature outside was almost below zero, but it was soothing. He shut off the water once he had calmed down, just in time to hear his phone ring.

“Where have you been?!” Mitch yelled loudly. He had been surprised not to see Harry in class.

“With Y/N,” Harry answered truthfully as he took some clean clothes from his drawer. He was drained and just wanted to end the call, but Mitch was his closest friend. However, Harry was exhausted, needed sleep, and had an entire day of class ahead.

“How was it?” Mitch asked with curiosity. He still couldn’t believe that his quirky, introverted friend was hanging out with one of the most desirable girls in college.

“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow,” Harry sighed as he got into bed and turned off the lights. “I’m exhausted.”

“Deal.” Harry hung up and cuddled into his pillows and blankets.

People were chatting loudly, and the clinking of utensils against plates made the atmosphere even more chaotic. Harry was the first to sit at their usual spot and start eating. He was having carbonara pasta with some bread that wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. He just hoped his stomach wouldn’t disagree later.

“I just had the worst class ever,” Sarah sighed as she sat down at the table. “What are you reading?” She noticed Harry reading some printed copies.

“An article about a new medicine the FDA is trying out. It’s for my research class.”

“For next week? You’re really getting ahead.”

“It was due yesterday. I have to send my thoughts to the professor via email.” He had written to everyone, saying he had a family emergency, and because Harry was such a good student, all his professors had given him an extra day.

“You didn’t go to class? Where were you?” She asked as she stuffed her face with her favorite salad.

“With Y/N. We went out.”

“Where?”

“North Shore. To a drive-in.”

“That’s cute.” Sarah smiled, glancing over his shoulder as she spotted Mitch making his way to the table with a big tray filled with all types of food. “Did you tell her how you feel about her?” she asked just as Mitch sat down. “She’s not going to wait around.”

“It’s official,” he said casually as he annotated the corners of the article. Just as they were talking about her, he received a text from Y/N.

I’ve got a test to study for. Want to meet me at the library after lunch? I’ll see you in a few hours.

“Who are you texting, and why are you so smiley?” Vanessa had been Y/N’s closest friend since freshman year. They had met during pre-season. They weren’t as close as some other friends, but Y/N felt she could genuinely trust her, unlike the other girls she had met.

“Harry,” she replied, trying not to blush in the middle of class.

“When am I going to get the chance to meet him?” Vanessa had heard from others that her friend had started seeing someone on campus. “I hate this class,” she mumbled, typing something quickly on her laptop from the professor’s lecture.

“Are you going to the party?” Y/N whispered back as she tried to keep up with her notes.

“Of course. Is he going?”

“I think so. I’ll introduce you then.” Vanessa nodded as they quieted down and turned their attention back to class.

Y/N waved goodbye to Vanessa and the other girls as class was dismissed. She was excited to meet Harry and spend time with him, even if they didn’t speak much. She just wanted to be close to him. So, she headed toward the library, stopping at the coffee shop to pick up two lattes and a snack.

Y/N had some tedious neurology homework to do and needed to prepare for an upcoming test.

“What do you want?” she asked after settling at one of the tables closest to the door. Her laptop and planner, with its highly organized schedule, were out. She had started reading her neurology assignment when Brian rudely interrupted her. Y/N stared at the screen in front of her, not bothering to look at him after that night.

“I came to do homework, just like you.” He pulled a chair out and sat down. “What’s with the attitude?” Brian played college football and was an exceptional athlete. People worshiped him, especially this season, after he came close to winning a championship for the university. With great popularity came a big ego, keeping most people at a distance. In the beginning, his boldness and confidence had drawn Y/N to him, but that was before she saw his ugly side.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied, playing dumb and trying not to feel intimidated by him. “I’m just doing work.” His hand came down hard on her laptop, shutting it closed.

“We need to talk. Hear me out,” he hissed, his patience wearing thin.

Brian Hill was a man who always got what he wanted, and he was willing to go to great lengths. And he wanted Y/N back.

chapter 12

[roosterbruiser]

A blurb about Jake with an introverted SO who surprises him with lingerie. Jake teases her, but is super feral!

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐮𝐩 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

Jake has always been more outgoing than you. It's part of the reason you're together: you were the shy girl at The Hard Deck just trying to survive a night of socialization with her friends and he was the life of the party that was beating everyone in darts. And for some reason, as soon as he saw you meekly standing in the corner nursing a lukewarm beer, he decided to set his sights on you.

It happened easier than you thought it would, honestly. He charmed you from the get-go, seemingly understanding right away that what you wanted was a breather. That night, after buying you and your friends drinks (a swoon-worthy Southern gentleman) and indulging in some friendly games of darts, Jake had asked if you wanted to take a walk down the shoreline.

He was enamored with you from the get-go. Even just the way your cheeks flooded with warmth when he asked and that little pathetic excuse for a nod made his heart race. And once he got you comfortable enough to have a conversation--ones where you laughed that big, throaty laugh and ranted about the importance of the Oxford comma--he knew he was done for.

Honestly, when you first saw Jake, you were certain that he was not the settling down type. And honestly, he didn't think he was either. But then he felt himself yearning for your touch first thing in the morning, before he even opened his eyes. He was thinking about you all day--Hell, he sent you so many songs and instagram memes that you'd have eons of notifications to check. He'd always just say reminded me of you or simply you lol.

Things were just easy between the two of you. Three (perfect) dates in and you were officially a couple. After a year together, he asked you to move in with him. A year after that, the two of you adopted the most pitiful pug in the pound. And now you have settled into a most ardent domesticity.

You're sitting on the kitchen counter now, waiting for him to come back from the gym. It should be any minute now, really, and you hope so because with every passing second that you sit on this marble countertop in this piece of clothing that hardly passes as clothing at all--you're losing your nerve. You've never worn lingerie for anyone before, but Jake isn't just anyone. He's your Jake. He's the only man in the world that could sway you to slip yourself into a mess of strap and lace.

Honestly, you're not even sure you have it on right. There were so many straps and moving parts and you didn't know how much was too much and the lady at the store wasn't here earlier to help adjust you. But when you looked in the mirror, when you saw all the hills and valleys of your body, you were taken back slightly. You looked good--not even just good. Sexy. You looked sexy.

But you're losing your nerve because you're worried he'll be too tired when he gets back from the gym. That and he'll want to take a shower. Maybe he'll even be hungry and you're sitting your almost-bare ass on the counter and, really, he makes sandwiches here so maybe he's gonna be pissed--

"Well, well, well," Jake's voice is suddenly echoing in the kitchen. "And what do we have here? If it ain't my little angel herself."

It startles you enough to jump and clutch your near-naked chest. He's standing in the doorway, dressed in athletic shorts and his running shoes, and he's positively dripping sweat. It's matting his hair and casting a sheen across his smooth skin. His chest is still heaving--probably because he likes to run on the treadmill to cool down, the fucking weirdo--and there is something wild in his eyes.

"Shit," you whispered sheepishly, straightening your spine and awkwardly poking your cleavage out towards him. "Didn't hear you come in."

Jake is all grins, eyes not-so-subtly raking across your seated form. He nods to your pug, who's resting stupidly peacefully on his dog bed without a care in the world.

"Maybe we need a better guard dog," Jake laughs.

You pout, shoulders deflating as your cheeks flood. You cross your arms over your chest, blowing a piece of teased hair from your eyes with a humph.

"I was supposed to be waiting for you. I had a line and everything."

There's a teasing dazzle in his eye when he quips back at you. "Want me to walk in again, angel?"

You shake your head, frowning.

"Won't be the same," you breathe.

He's taking a few steps closer to you, eyes lingering on the sinful line of cleavage that's just begging for his tongue to outline. But you're being sore about the whole ordeal, your vision of sexiness and allure shattered by being so lost in your own thoughts that you missed your cue.

"C'mon," Jake tries. "Tell me the line."

You're embarrassed now.

He stands between your legs, eyelashes fluttering slightly when he catches a whiff of that perfume you've doused yourself in; he bought it for you on your second anniversary and you wear it on special (and sexy) occasions. Nonetheless, he lets his hands come to rest on your thighs--they're soft and warm beneath his calloused hands. But dammit if you don't grow wet at just the feel of those fingers, at just the closeness between the two of you right now. He smells like he's been working hard--not outwardly bad, but odorous. You love it, frankly, and it's something he chides you for. And right now, as his thumbs rub little circles in the meat of your thighs, you're downright dizzy from being in such close proximity to him.

"Well--well, I was gonna be waiting in the kitchen, right?"

His hands are inching up, up, up your thighs. Delicately, he swipes his index fingers along the flowered edge of your lace. You shiver--God, does he know how to tease you.

"Accomplished," he teases, a bead of sweat rolling off his forehead and onto your knee as he leans forward to press a careful kiss to your nose. "Go on."

Now he's holding the bend of your hips, kissing a sweet line down your throat and trying not to moan at just the feeling of your skin beneath his lips. He hasn't shaved today, so his face is scratching you just right--it's tingling your fingers and toes, drawing heat to your core.

After another moment, as he's kissing your shoulders and carefully nipping at the complicated strap situation there, you swallow hard and push forward.

"Don't make me say it," you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck and curling your fingers in the damp hair at the base of his neck. "It's stupid, baby."

Jake laughs softly, sucking a bruise on your collarbone, digging his thumbs into your hips.

"You can do it, baby," he whispers, hot breath fanning out over your goosed skin. "Do it for me--say it."

You're overwhelmed, so turned on that your mind is practically swimming in a pool of something thick and viscous. He's consuming you already and he's hardly even touched you.

"Iwasgonnaaskifyou'reintofitnessandthensayfitnesspussyinyourmouth," you usher out before you lose your nerve.

He freezes, processing everything you just said. His hands were just beginning to rise to the swell of your breasts, he was just beginning to grind his hard cock against the countertop in a desperate grab for friction, but now he's laughing.

And if anyone else were to laugh at you, you'd have been mortified. Hell, you'd be gone before they could even tone it down and wipe the tears from their cheeks. But it's Jake--he loves you. Hell, he adores you. And you get the distinct sense that he's not so much laughing at you than at your line interpretation.

His grinning face is pressed into your cleavage as he laughs and before you know it, laughter is bubbling up from your throat too.

"Oh, fuck, angel," he grins, pressing open-mouth kisses to your breasts. "I love you so much. You're my fuckin' dream girl."

You grin--entirely dithered.

"Is that why my legs are so tired?" You ask, biting your lip hard.

He raises his eyebrow at you, searching your face. The realization of what's coming next dawns on him and he shakes his head, eyes widening.

"Don't--!"

"--Cause I've been running through your dreams all night?"

He wrinkles his nose at you, but you're already doing a little victory dance, kissing his parted lips as he looks down at you in something between shock and utter surprise.

"Did you Google, like, the shittiest pickup lines and just run with it?"

You laugh again, shrugging.

"More or less," you say.

He sighs in content, nipping at your collarbone again. You gasp and he keens, coming up to just ghost his fingers over your hardened nipples.

Fuck--you love this softness. The way you two are able to seamlessly go between fits of laughter and raunchy sex is something you've never even come close to with anyone else.

"Want another?" You ask breathlessly.

He nods fervently against you, grinning into your sloppy kisses ad you hold his cheeks.

"So bad, angel," he moans.

You moan outwardly when he slips his fingers beneath the lace and pulls it down far enough to take your nipple in his warm mouth, carelessly stretching the lace as he wedges his hand into the other cup to pinch softly.

"I hope you're into yoga," you start breathlessly as he continues his ruthless assault on your sensitive buds, "cause--ah, baby--you're gonna get a good stretch tonight."

"That doesn't even make sense," he mutters against you, nipple still in his mouth as you thread your fingers through his locks and pull softly. "I'm the guy."

"Fuck, I don't know," you whimper, moving your hips towards him and settling your fingers in the waistband of his shorts. "Too wet to think straight."

"Then let's slide 'n' slide to the bedroom," he says.

You two promptly break out in laughter--tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, mouths wide open, chests aching. But then it resumes right after that, like it always does, when his hands come down over your ass to pull you to him.

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PERFECT LOVER: The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin

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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.

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Part 2 1/2 was added to the beginning! So if you have already read it, skip to where it says “TWO DAYS LATER.”

CHAPTER THREE:

The drive from Kento’s apartment was short enough to make you consider walking next time. If there was ever another situation in which you’d be leaving Kento’s apartment in the morning.

“And where the hell have you been?” You practically jumped out of your skin at the sound of Yuki’s voice. You turned around to meet her smug face from across the hall, smirking like she knew something you didn’t.

“Such a warm welcome from my favorite neighbor,” You quipped, unlocking your door.

“You were at Kenny’s, right?” 

“Kenny? Who i– Oh! Kento. Yeah.”

Yuki followed in after you, her eyes lingering on the clothes you threw into the washer. It was only then that she realized you were wearing her university’s graphic tee. This might have been an ordinary occurrence any other day, but not when you spent the night at her old university friend and coworker’s house, especially not Nanami’s.

“You didn’t sleep with him, right?”

“No, of course not.”

“Good.” Yuki sighed.

“Good? Is he dating someone?” You felt your breath hold as you wondered aloud, only releasing it once answered.

“No, he doesn’t date.”

“Like at all?”

“Nope.”

“Is there a reason?” 

“It's not my story to tell.” Yuki shook her head. “He is touchy about the subject.”

You only nodded.

“Not even casual hookups?”

“Hey! No.” You would have been offended at the harshness of Yuki’s voice if her expression of horror had not been so amusing, “He is off limits.”

“What do you mean?”

“He is the lonely virgin; one hookup with you, and you will ruin him.” It was a little surprising to hear Kento was still a virgin, but not because of his age, but his demeanour. The way he carried himself. Indeed, he must have had someone he wanted to be with that intimately; surely someone would want him so intimately, but then again, you only knew him for a few hours; who knows what he is actually like.

“You make it seem like I am some succubus.”

“You might as well be Y/N.”You only rolled your eyes at her. “Listen to me, Y/N,” Yuki’s hands cupped your face like a child needing grave warning. “You can not deflower poor Kento.”

“He isn’t a child.”

“I know, but–” Yuki lost the words on her tongue, knowing no explanation would do it justice. “Just don’t. He isn’t Satoru or Suguru. He is a decent man, and if you slept with him, hell, if you kissed him, it would lead to places I don’t think you’d want to go to.”

“You hummed a sound of agreement and went to your bedroom to change. Thoughts of Kento are still in your mind; the more Yuki speaks about him, the more you want to pull back each layer of him to see what exactly makes him the way he is. 

Yuki’s words still echoed in your head as you showered “hell if you kissed him, it would lead to places I don’t think you’d want to go to.” But it was already too late. Kento Nanami was undeniably curious about you, just as much as you to him.

TWO DAYS LATER

“Hello, Mr. Nanami! If I read my email correctly, you are supposed to be showing me around today.” 

This was the first time Nanami had been caught off guard. For some reason, you stood in front of him in business attire, a skirt cut just above the knee, black stockings and a white dress shirt hidden beneath a black cardigan.

 He stared down at you as you stood before him, a nervous smile painted on your face as he did so. His expression was even more blank than he had given you three days ago. It almost seemed like he was angry, but the more he stared at you quietly, you couldn’t help but feel as though he may have just forgotten you. And the very idea of Nanami forgetting you made you slightly (very much so) annoyed. 

Was kissing strangers after housing them in his very nice, very clean apartment a common occurrence for him? Was walking around in shirts too tight around women clearly captivated by him an everyday experience for him???

Okay, you understood it wasn’t technically a kiss to be written in the history books and that it was you who kissed him. But that didn’t take away the feeling of aggravation snaking its way up your spine.

“I’m Y/N.” You stated.

“I know.” Was all he said in return, turning to his desk and logging into the company computer, leaving you standing there awkwardly as he faced his display screen.

You peered over his shoulder, letting a few braids dip down and lay across his chest as you watched him. 

Nanami only let out a shaky breath as you did so, doing his best to ignore the heat that came off of your body as you pressed into him from behind. It didn’t help that you smelled like vanilla and chocolate; whatever perfume you wore was slowly snaking its way around his neck and choking him.

Choosing not to acknowledge your closeness, he focused on your name, typing it in slowly as he waited for an email mentioning you. When it failed, he then searched the word intern, and sure enough, it popped up. In his spam, a place where all emails specifically from Satoru Gojo were sent.

NANAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, I need a huge favor: babysit the new hires and show them around the office. I missed the flight yesterday, so I’ll be back next week.

Thanks!! 

Satoru.

“How does one miss a flight and choose to return in a week, not the next day?” You asked, a small giggle escaping you. Kento only shook his head, huffing slightly, before turning back around to face you.

“I’m Kento Nanami.”

“I knew that.” You replied shortly, and if Kento could kick himself in the knee, he would ten times over.

“Yes.” 

“Yes?”

“Yes,” he repeated bluntly. Stay here one moment. When I return, I will give you a tour of this department. I shouldn’t be over ten minutes.”

Before you could even respond, he had vanished, disappearing down a corridor and around a corner, leaving you standing there, slightly bewildered.

Kento silently cursed himself in the supply closet. 

He was hiding.

 In a closet.

 Kento Nanami, the 35-year-old virgin, was hiding in a closet because a pretty woman smelled nice. It didn’t help that you had said his name the way you did. 

Smooth and slow and utterly… normal. Kento knew he couldn’t blame all his perverted problems on the object of his desire, no matter how much he wished to.

He sighed heavily, knocking his head into the door in front of him before opening it and emerging once again into reality. 

All he needed to do was keep himself calm and composed, not let his eyes drift to your lips, preferably avoid all eye contact, and not mention last weekend under any circumstances.

When he approached his desk again, you weren’t alone. Suguru stood over you as you leaned against his desk for support.

“Oh, it’s Mr. Nanami!” You pointed out, bringing Suguru’s attention to Kento as he approached you.

“Mr. Nanami?” Suguru smirked at you with a tilted head. 

“Should I not call him that?” You panicked for all of 3 seconds before Nanami cut in.

“No, no. It is fine.” Letting out a shuddered breath, “Call me whatever you want.” A weak smile went with his words as he twisted to meet the other man.

“Don’t you have a meeting to be in? Where is Yuki?”

“She is already in there stalling. I thought I’d welcome the new hire once again since Satoru has decided to skip his duties. Geto shook his head at the thought of Satoru sipping on mimosas and eating fresh fruit instead of doing his job, his very well-paying job.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you anymore. We can grab lunch or something later!” You suggested before sliding your way to the blonde man. “And you.” Nanami held his breath as you pointed his way, “You owe me a tour.”

“That I do.” Kento said, throwing a tight smile at Geto, trying to mask the ridiculous feeling of jealousy that began blooming in his chest. All Geto gave back was a knowing smile, a smile that you and Kento alike mistook for one given to yourselves, adding to the tension in the room.

***

Walking through the office was probably one of the most awkward experiences of your life.

Whenever you tried to open a conversation, Kento quickly shut it down or stirred it toward work. 

This would have been fine had he looked you in the eye at least once as he showed off every inch of the new environment.

“This is our break/rest room. A couch, blankets, pillows and noise-canceling earphones are stored away for when you need to sleep.”

“Ooo, that sounds amazing.” You peered inside since no one was currently rested. 

“Yup. All you need to do is flip the card to the red side, lock the door, and then, for at least forty minutes, peace is yours.”

“We pull many all-nighters here as the marketing team; with such a small group, taking forty minutes to one-hour breaks is pretty common.”

“Do you often sleep here?”

“No,” was all he said as he glanced over you, making his way to the kitchen, assuming you’d be following behind him promptly.

With each passing second, your patience wore thinner, and you couldn’t help but huff in annoyance.

As you stood in the final room of the floor, Nanami continued to drone on about the new kettle and fridge space, practically facing the wall opposite you.

“What is your problem?” You snapped at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Why aren’t you looking at me.”

“I am looking at you.”

“I am not talking about now; I am talking about this whole tour, or better yet since I approached you this morning.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You won’t look at me.”

“Y/N–” Kento started.

“You can call me Miss L/N,” You corrected, “I was nervous at the idea of starting a new job in a higher position than before, especially with all of you guys, who already know each other so well, so to be shown around by someone I “knew” it gave me a little bit of comfort. But if this is a problem for Mr. Nanami, then I can wait for Sugu- Mr. Geto, or Yuki to show me around after their meeting. “

“No.”

“No?” You repeated back at him.

“I am sorry.”

“Okay???”

“I struggle talking with women.”

“And looking them in the eye?” 

“Yes. To women I am attracted to, I struggle.” He now faced you fully, the tips of his ears burned bright red. You would have found this cute, had it not been utterly shocking.

Oh.

“It is ridiculous, I know, but I am trying to get it under control, so don’t worry about me. I am sorry if I have made you uncomfortable in any way.” And before you could respond, Nanami was back at his desk. Leaving you gobsmacked in the middle of the office Kitchen.

“Oh.” You whispered to no one, hand reaching out and touching your lips.

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[horoscope1078]

Gavi boyfriend headcanon based on his Leo nature 😊

❤️ Gavi is known for his fiery and passionate demeanour on the pitch, and you can bet that this energy would carry over into his personal life. If you’re out together and he senses something’s off, he would instinctively stand a little closer, subtly shielding you, like he does for his teammates during heated moments in a match.

❤️ Gavi’s playful side, often seen when joking around with teammates, means he’d be the type of boyfriend who loves to tease you, always with a smirk. He’d poke fun at your little quirks, but in a way that makes you laugh. Maybe he’d pretend to nutmeg you while walking, just for a laugh, like the playful footballer he is with his teammates.

❤️ Although he’s known to be a bit shy and introverted in public, especially in interviews, Gavi would express his affection through meaningful actions. He’s the type to leave surprise notes in your bag or bring you your favorite snack after a hard day; small gestures that show he’s been thinking of you even when he’s too shy to say it.

❤️ Gavi is incredibly competitive, and it would spill over into fun moments in your relationship. Whether it’s a video game or even something silly like a game of cards, he would always try to win, and the teasing would go up a notch if he did. But when you beat him? He’d pretend to be grumpy, but secretly love how much you challenge him.

❤️ Being a bit of an introvert, Gavi wouldn’t be the guy for flashy dates or loud parties. Instead, he’d prefer cosy nights in, where you watch movies or cook together. A perfect date for him would likely involve ordering in food, chilling on the couch, and just enjoying each other’s company in a laid-back setting.

❤️ Gavi’s loyalty to his team and country suggests he would be incredibly dedicated in a relationship. He’s not the type to flit around; once he’s in, he’s in. You could always count on him to stand by your side, whether you’re going through good times or bad.

❤️ While Gavi might keep things subtle in public, respecting your privacy and not being overly showy, when you’re alone, he’d be much more affectionate. He’d wrap his arm around you while watching TV or give you a forehead kiss before you go to sleep, small actions that show how much he cares without needing to make it a public display.

❤️ Gavi’s reserved nature means he would be a great listener. When you’re talking about your day or venting, he would sit quietly, absorbing every word, offering advice only when necessary. He’d be the boyfriend who remembers all the little details about your life because he truly listens, even when you don’t realise it.

❤️ Whether you’re pursuing a new project or going through a tough time, Gavi would always be there to support you, much like how he supports his teammates on the field. He’d give you that determined look he’s known for, telling you to never give up, and he’d always believe in you, even when you might not believe in yourself.

❤️ Gavi might not be the most vocal about his feelings, but he’d show his love in the way he gives small, thoughtful gifts. Maybe it’s a bracelet he saw you admiring once, or something that reminds him of an inside joke between you two. It wouldn’t be about the price, but about the thought behind it; he notices the little things.

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Omg your MBTI relationship with the jjk characters is so cool I love the concept !! If possible can you do an ENTP personality?

Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 4

ENTP – ISFP

a/n: Thank you Anon and @darkangeloftartaraus for requesting entp, I've received a lot of requests for this mbti type. Also @djskimpleshanks thanks for requesting isfp <33 I hope you enjoy these 🫶🏻💖💖💖

ENTP:

Gojo Satoru = Boyfriend.

You fit perfectlyin each and every way possible. Humor is the central aspect of your relationship. Your relationship is full of teasing, playful nicknames and witty ironic remarks. Sarcasm is basically your love language and how you flirt with each other. No one can get Gojo's sarcasm, they either get offended or confused, except for you. Both of you can handle each other. You have your own world, you'd be laughing your asses off while others are staring at you in confusion wondering what they did miss. You have a lot of inside jokes. Both you and Gojo are high intellectuals, you have a lot of ideas, theories and interesting topics to discuss. You're quick and naturally gifted at finding solutions to complex challenges.Your skills combined make you a powerful due. Spontaneous surprise skinship, so expect a lot of random cuddles , kisses and hugs. Despite him being narcissistic and sees himself as perfect, he considers you as his other half, you complete him. Your dates are spontaneous, Gojo always comes up with fun and innovative ideas to hang out. He spoils you a lot and always buys you gifts to show his appreciation for you. When you argue, you literally argue like an old married couple. Trusts you a lot, but he's very protective of you. He's the strongest sorcerer after all.

Ryomen Sukuna = Enemy.

You're a free independent spirit, so your values clash with Sukuna's overly authoritarian approach. Sukuna keeps on forcing rigid rules, and expects you to submit. So when you disagree and rebel it created an enmity between both of you. You throw at each other, ironic comments. You show him that you're autonomous and can't be controlled or restrained by him. Sukuna tries to tame you into his liking, to make you bow in front of him and completely surrender. But as an ENTP, you both mentally and physically resist him and try to sto him from controlling others as well. Given your nature, you also like to challenge him and break his ego. You make fun of his old stiff mentality, totally provoking him.

Kugisaki Nobara = Roommate.

Your shared apartment is a chaotic space. Always blasting music, room filled with your laughers, getting over your neighbors nerves ( Megumi ). When you're together you can't be serious, cuz you're always cracking jokes, talking about mutual friends and gossiping about your exes. It also helps that both of you share the same interests, you both like shopping. You spend hours jumping from one store to another buying new clothes and new house decorations. You always like to change the interior design of your living space. You're not good at taking important house hold decisions, so you always end up in friendly debates. Both of you are social butterflies, so you always throw small parties and small gatherings. Often inviting your friends over allowing everyone to enjoy their time and have fun. You'd force your introverted friends to join, literally dragging them. Despite your extroverted nature, you always make sure to comfort each other and “try” to give each other personal space, if needed.

Aoi Todo = Has a massive crush on you.

You hang out a lot since you have mutual friends. Poor baby couldn't help falling head over heals for you. You're not just physically attractive but also charismatic. He finds you interesting and captivating. Whenever you're around, your radiant energy transfers to him, it uplifts his mood and motivates him. He feels fully charged around you. Your presence is his personal source of joy. Todo dislikes boring people woth boring mindsets, that's why he finds himself falling for you because your opinions and ideas are unique. You're the complete opposite of boring, you don't approve of basic traditional ideas, you have a rebellious mindset that made tou break out of the ordinary. You made the mood brighter and more fun. He always looks at you with heart eyes. He's so obvious about his feelings for you, and everyone knows. He'd definitely shed tears if you invite him to hang out or compliment him.

ISFP:

Yuta Okkotsu = Boyfriend.

Warm kind of love. As someone who struggles to vocalize his feelings, Yuta found himself attracted to your understanding nature and how you empathize with other's emotions. He finds himself effortlessly understood and heard by you. And that what he appreciates the most about you. You are like his safe space. Your love language is almost the same; you express your love through actions and gentle gestures rather than words, this way is more appealing for both of you. ISFP and Yuta are both non-judgmental, you accept each other's pasts, traumas, fears and struggles. You love each other for the way you are without sugarcoating anything. At the same time you push each other to become a better version of yourselves. You have a deep meaningful connection, which serves as a source if strength. Your love for him pushes him forward to work on his strengths and become a better person for you ( he is perfect), to be able to protect you from everything that could possibly harm you. Quiet, intimate moments are sacred between both of you. He's blown away by the fact that you find beauty in the smallest things, you may appear as a simple person for others but Yuta managed to know you on a personal level, revealing that you're an artistic, aesthetic person.

Yuji Itadori = Soulmate.

He's an extrovert you're an introvert yet you managed to establish a powerful bond ✨Soulmates✨ . From the first glance, he somehow knew you're an interesting artistic person. On the other hand, you found his enthusiasm inspiring. He often encourages you to share your ideas and art more openly to the world. He wants everyone to see how talented his soulmate is. He respects your boundaries, if your social energy is low then he gives you your space to enjoy your solitude. He keeps you company, he sits quietly on his phone while you do your thing, totally respecting your peace. Yuji is always so vocal, he compliments you a lot, you always receive words of encouragement from him. Both of you can be vulnerable around each other, especially him. He isn't afraid to cry in front of you. You were hesitant to show thay side to him at first, but with his help he proved to you that's it's okay to let it out in front of people who truly care about you. And he cares a lot. He's so good at comforting, you don't ask for comfort but he always provides it for you. His arms are your safe place. Both of you protect and prioritize each other's well being.

Gojo Satoru = tension.

ISFPs are gentle, empathetic and humble and this conflicts with Gojo's narcissistic nature. It's not a hate relationship it's just you can't stand him while all of you are gathered and he starts overshadowing others, by bragging about being the strongest in the world. You admire his abilities but you hate the way he shows them off. You are empathetic towards people who are weak, but Gojo is apathetic towards them. So it makes you see him as careless and neglecting others' feelings. On the other hand, Gojo might find you confusing. He knows your supportive nature woth others, so he would be perplexed that you're not treating him the same, but instead, you're avoiding him. He is egocentric and thrives to be the center of attention of everyone, especially you. He doesn't need validation but he craves praising, so he pushes too hard to get your attention.

Megumi Fushiguro = Colleague.

If one of the higher ups wants to get work done, problems solved, everything into place.. they assign you and Megumi to get done with it. Minimalistic chats. All work, less talk. You work in harmony. Both of you are so quiet and focused. You understand and respect each other's approaches, which allows you ti combine your knowledge and make it affective, depending on the task. Megumi is good at critical thinking so it complements your strengths since you depend more in your senses and feelings.

[theunsinkableship1]

DID WE MISS THIS?

⚠️DISCLAIMER: This is LUKOLALAND only. Skip this if you're not a shipper.

This is only my point of view and it is written with the following assumptions: 1 L and A are done or almost done, 2 L and N are endgame. Skip if you don't believe.

No harm intended.

I can’t remember the days when I was just living my own life; they seem so far away now that my thoughts are consumed by Lukola. Every now and then, a random thought pops up, today’s subject is Wordle. And here I am, overanalyzing everything about Lukola.

Nicola wrote this after her noticeable absence from the Emmys after-party: "I came, I presented one, I got too tired to go to the after-party, got into bed, and did the Wordle. Perfect day!"

Sounds interesting!

I was surprised by her absence, but I can understand it. She worked really hard before attending the Emmys, and she was at the pre-party. She might have felt overwhelmed by everything. As an introvert myself, I get that you need to recharge your social battery. Still, it surprised me. It was her biggest night yet, and I’m used to seeing her go all the way. But she’s human, and we all need to rest at some point. And she loves Wordle!

I’m not too familiar with the game, but I remember that she had posted something about it before. Today, I went back to look for it.

Wordle is a daily word game. Every day, the internet is greeted with a fresh word puzzle that can only be solved using a series of process-of-elimination clues. You get six attempts. Green means the letter is correct and in the right spot, and yellow means the letter is correct but in the wrong spot.

Let’s break it down:

Aloud: This could signify that something needs to be brought into the open, spoken out loud, or revealed perhaps Luke’s emotional turmoil or the unresolved feelings between him and Nicola. The fact that this word appeared as the first guess could suggest that Nicola, in this metaphor, already had an intuitive grasp of what was happening perhaps aware of Luke’s feelings for her that hadn't yet been vocalized or fully expressed.

Anvil: With the interpretation that “anvil” means something still being worked on, not fully matured, it could reflect Luke’s state of mind regarding his relationship with A and Nicola. Luke was likely still in the process of emotionally separating from A, and the relationship with Nicola had not yet fully formed, existing in a state of emotional tension, waiting to be shaped. It represents both the emotional weight of Luke’s decisions and the idea that something between Luke and Nicola was being forged but wasn’t yet ready. It’s an acknowledgement of the emotional process Luke was undergoing.

The yellow "L”: The fact that the "L" (Luke’s initial) is yellow further implies that while Luke was part of the equation, he was not yet in the "right place" for Nicola emotionally. It reflects his hesitation, his distance, and the fact that he had not yet made a full commitment or aligned himself with her, as he was still disentangling himself from his relationship with A.

Green "A" and "L" (A and Luke): The fact that A and Luke’s initials are "correct" in the Wordle puzzle could symbolize the public perception that their relationship was still intact or "correct" in the eyes of those watching. However, Nicola may be subtly suggesting that despite appearances, their relationship wasn’t right for Luke emotionally he was in the process of distancing himself from A.

"Solving in two guesses": This could be Nicola’s way of saying she quickly understood the real situation between Luke, A, and herself. It took only "two guesses" for her to see through the dynamics, possibly referencing how fast she came to realize that Luke's relationship with A was in the process of breaking down and that her own bond with Luke was growing stronger, even though it was still unspoken and unresolved.

In this light, Nicola’s Wordle post could be a clever metaphor for the emotional and relational dynamics at play: Luke’s distancing from A ("Anvil"), their unresolved and unspoken connection ("Aloud"), and how despite the appearance of "correct" relationships in public view, there was much more going on beneath the surface. It speaks to the emotional complexity of Luke's situation and Nicola's awareness of it.

In Nicola's point of view, "Wordle" could be a metaphor for how she interprets her relationship with Luke a puzzle she’s constantly trying to solve, where each guess brings her closer to clarity, yet requires careful thought and reflection. Just like in Wordle, she may feel like she’s navigating through uncertainties, making choices based on instinct or incomplete information, hoping for alignment. Each interaction, post, or moment together might represent one of her attempts to get the "right answer," revealing more about her feelings and connection with Luke.

Now I have a few questions for you:

Did Nicola ever mention that she solved a wordle in two guesses?

Was this before or did it start the chaos week?

Could wordle be a metaphor for something /someone during the Emmys?

We know that Nicola has a good game, and she knows that we love to play.

[friedbaekhyunandeggso]

found you - ch. 5 (part II)

pairing: gojo satoru x female oc (ara natsuna)

tropes: psycho! rival! athlete! yandere! gojo x introvert! booksmart! sheltered! rbf! oc

warnings: 18+ only babes, stalking/possessive themes, profanity, coercion, pet names (kitten, baby, my sweet, cupcake), underage drinking, w33d, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm denial, rough sex, overstimulation, dub/non-consented sex, drunk sex, handjob (if i missed any jus tell me but pls fr don't read this unless ur an adult)

word count/plot: [15.1k!] ara catches gojo's attention when news breaks that she is the top academically ranked student in their grade. he is ranked second. he tries to befriend her but she ignores him. despite her obvious disinterest, his obsession begins..

a/n: here's part 2, i thought it would take 3 posts to post this chapter but it seems its about to take four smh. more content for u guys tho!! woot woot!! happy reading

ch. 1 , ch. 2 [ part 1 | part 2 ] , ch. 3 , ch. 4 , chapter 5 [ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 ]

Shoko sat her down in front of a vanity.

“Alright, now that hair is done we can do makeup.”

Ara stared as Shoko opened all the drawers of the extravagant vanity before her, revealing a countless amount of high-end makeup. Most of it barely touched.

“Shoko!!” a girl yelled from downstairs.

“What!” Shoko yelled back only for silence to follow.

She rolled her eyes as she mumbled to herself, “What does Arden want now,” she gestured toward the makeup, “Knock yourself out, I’ll be back.”

“Wait—“

Shoko turned around, eyes alert.

Ara hesitated before admitting, “I don’t know how to do my makeup.”

Her eyes widened, “Forreal?” She then crossed her arms, “Actually I can’t even blame you, I only started doing my makeup like a year ago.”

“Would your Mom do it for you?” she asked, considering the fact that the vanity before them was hers.

“Nah, I had a makeup artist.” Shoko appeared to be in thought before she said, “Hold on.”

She walked out of the room and yelled, “Anybody here good at makeup??!”

A ton of feminine voices arose, answering her. Ara wasn’t the least bit surprised since half of their school’s female population was here.

She heard Shoko yell something before peeking her head back in the room, “Alright, we got help for makeup. Do you want anything to drink?”

Ara hesitated. She’d told herself that she wouldn’t drink after the last party but—

“SHOKO!!”

“IM COMING IDIOT!” Shoko yelled back before saying, “I’ll be back.”

She left within a blink of an eye, only for someone else to enter the room a second later. Karina.

Ara stared as Karina walked closer, looking insanely perfect as usual. She also had a bottle of Pink Whitney in her hand.

She set the bottle down on the vanity, “You need help with your makeup?”

Ara waited for the random bout of laughter erupting from somewhere downstairs to pass before answering, “Yeah..”

“I got you,” she murmured before looking through the drawers for something. She seemed to find it and asked, “You already washed your face right?”

“Yes.”

Karina quietly applied the primer to her face before suddenly asking, “Why didn’t you come to my party that time?” she paused in her actions, “I was expecting you..”

Fuck. It’d been months, Ara had hoped she’d forgotten. Besides, that night had probably been one of the worst moments of her life. She wanted to laugh—to think all of it started simply because she wanted to go to her party.

“Yeahh, I wasn’t able to make it.” she muttered vaguely.

“Why?”

“I think I was too tired.” she lied.

“Hmm,” Karina picked up another product and swatched it on her wrist, “I see you got back with him.”

Ara glanced at her but was unable to gauge anything from her countenance, “I- I did.“

Suddenly Karina sighed, “Ugh, I don’t blame you. He eats pussy so damn good.”

Ara’s eyes widened as she continued, “And his dick-why'd it have to be so big? I miss it so damn bad sometimes.”

She shook her head, “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t be saying that to his girlfriend but—“ she paused, as if considering something, “He really does like you, y’know.” she muttered begrudgingly.

Ara had a lot to say but settled on, “What makes you say that?”

She paused, masking her hesitation by pretending to look extra focused while dabbing the beauty blender against her skin, “He doesn't answer my texts. Even when you guys broke up he didn’t.”

“You texted him?” Ara asked incredulously.

Karina blushed, “Well—yeah.”

Ara glanced away, she supposed that answered all of her questions.

She then added, as if guilty, “Well, you guys were obviously over then but-like-before we always used to hook up. Like, it didn’t matter who else he fucked he’d always come back to me.”

Ara thought she sensed an undercurrent of possessiveness until she cleared her throat, “But ever since you got into the picture.. he’s different, I guess.”

“Loyal, you mean.” Ara replied flatly.

Karina stopped using the beauty blender, “How’d you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Lock him down?”

Ara shifted in her seat, “..I honestly don’t know.”

Karina didn’t meet her eyes, merely playing with the concealer in her hand, “I mean.. I see it, you-” she cut herself off as if it hurt to admit, “you are pretty, in that black cat kinda way. I just- I’ve never seen him like that,” her voice faded out slightly, “He’s obsessed with you. I can see it in his face-“

“Trust, it’s not something you want.” she answered instinctively.

“Really?” she asked curiously, “Why not?”

She saw the thoughts brewing within Ara’s mind as she slowly asked, “Has he.. ever done anything.. that scared you?”

“Scared me?” she questioned before appearing to contemplate it, “No?-wait, there was this one time where he freaked me the fuck out cuz I thought I was home alone and he kept moving things around, making me think an intruder or some shit was in the house but-“ she rolled her eyes, “it was just him.”

Ara blinked. The scariest thing he’d done to her was show her he was capable of committing murder without a scratch, while she was talking about a prank.

Karina chuckled to herself, as if it were a fond memory before meeting her gaze, “How’d he scare you?” she asked lightly.

It was clear to Ara then, that Karina had gotten a different Gojo than she had. The side of Gojo she seemed to have was specifically curated just for her, apparently.

Ara tilted her head, deciding to say something partially true, “He scares me when he jokes about baby trapping me.”

Karina laughed before tilting her head back to pour her drink down her throat. She made a face as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

“Fuck, my lipstick-“ she quickly turned around, looking in the mirror to make sure it was right.

In the midst of re-applying some lip gloss, Karina asked, “Who went back to who?”

“Huh?”

“I mean after the breakup,” her voice wavered, as if aware she was prying but couldn’t help it, “Who went back to who. I can imagine him begging you to take him bac-“

“I went to him.”

“Oh?” she raised a brow before turning away from the mirror to look her in the eye.

Ara knew that the whole school knew she broke up with him. She didn’t know how but she assumed it had something to do with Gojo telling his friends or everyone catching onto his lingering stares and moody demeanor during their breakup.

Karina sighed, “you missed him didn’t you.”

“no.” Ara replied a little too fast.

Karina gave her a pointed look.

She suddenly glared, “No, you don’t understand.” her words came out sharp, “He’s not who everybody thinks he is. At all. I shouldn’t miss him, need him, or even think about him honestly but I-“

She placed her head down on the vanity before her. Her arms around her head covering her face, “I’m a mess.” she whispered.

Never in a million years would Karina ever think she’d want to console someone-especially her-and yet, she did. Something about her was oddly compelling, in a way she couldn’t understand but she almost… wanted to.

Karina found her hand resting on Ara’s shoulder, she honestly didn’t know how it got there.

“Look,” Karina spoke calmly, “I don’t know what’s going on with you two but.. i’m pretty sure it’s not illegal to like someone. Sure, issues happen and it feels like the end of the fucking world each time but we’re just in high school. Is it ever that deep?”

Ara wanted to laugh at how trivial she made high school sound. As if it were just a kids playground and not the sole stepping stone to her ideal future.

Karina couldn’t tell if she was truly hopeful or being sarcastic when she overheard her murmur, “High school.. just high school.”

Ara was squished between Shoko’s friends on the couch, whom she was slowly starting to recognize.

“Karina really popped off with your makeup,” Mina said, “I’m gonna need her to do mine next.”

Ara believed her, especially from the way she was staring. She smiled halfheartedly, “Thanks.”

“Ara!”

She turned her head to see where the voice was coming from. It was hard to focus with the music blasting, girls chatting and cameras flashing in every corner of the house, The scent of weed and expensive perfume hung in the air… and Ara-surprisingly-didn’t hate it.

“Yo,” A hand suddenly snapped in front of her. It was Shoko.

Ara liked the way she’d pin-straightened her short hair. It suited her, she could almost imagine how she would look when she was older.

“You need to stop lookin’ moody and be happy. Midterms are over.”

Ara raised a brow, “I’m not moody.”

“Yes, you are. You look like you want to kill someone.”

“What-“

“Oh my god!” Leah suddenly yelled before pointing at the tray before them, “Did you make those?”

Ara hadn’t noticed but it seemed a tray of ombré yellow-orange drinks in cute clear glasses was on the table now. The drinks were topped with ice, cherries and a piece of pineapple. It looked delicious.

“Duh, why do you think I was in the kitchen for so long?” Shoko then bent down to pick up a cup, gesturing that they all do the same.

Arden-who sat on the other side of her-took a sniff of the drink, “How much rum did you put in this?”

Shoko smiled, “Don’t worry about it.”

Arden laughed and Ara couldn’t help but stare at her. How could she tell from one sniff?

Leah stuffed a drink in her hands and Ara looked down at the glass, at her blurry reflection in the ice. She didn’t need to sniff to smell the pineapple and orange juice within the drink.

“What is this?” she asked.

Arden turned to look at her, as if in shock.

Mina chuckled, “It’s a Mai Tai.”

Leah randomly babbled, “Yeah, it’s actually the first drink I had when I was eight.”

“Wait-“ Shoko suddenly deadpanned, “This is your first time drinking this?”

Ara blinked, “..i haven’t drank it yet but, yes.”

“No way.” Arden gasped.

Shoko beamed, “I am so honored. I’ll make you more whenever you want it.”

Mina rolled her eyes, “It’s not that good.”

“Then why don’t you give it back-“

She stared down at the drink once more, tuning out their bickering until she blurted, “Am I gonna die?”

Arden was cracking up, maybe she was naive but she didn’t care. She’d made a vow to herself to never drink but.. she actually wanted to this time. And that scared her.

It scared her because she wasn’t the type to break her own promises. And yet, all she could think about was that blind happiness she felt the last time she was drunk. That comfortable lightness that took over her thoughts and body, letting her tongue run loose and her mind go bye bye.

It was nice, so nice. Until it wasn’t. Until her memories came b-

Suddenly Shoko’s hand was on her chin, “We’re all gonna die one day, right.”

“Cornball.” Mina joked.

Shoko stuck her tongue out before raising her glass towards them, “Shut up and drink.”

And they did. With a clink of glasses, her vow was broken.

There she is.

A grin split across his lips when he spotted her. His bright eyes looked her up and down before groaning internally. She wore a sleeveless maroon mini-dress that ended just a little under her hips. The dress was skin-tight, barely hanging onto her sensuous tits-which sat so fucking nicely cuz she was braless. Fuck. He loved when she was braless.

She was mid conversation, running a hand through her thick locks when he came up behind her.

“Hey sexy~” he smiled into her temple when he felt her jump. His arms instinctively went around her, his hands sliding up her waist-her ribs-about to cup her b–

She stopped his hands right at her underboobs, merely placing her hands over his and keeping them there. He whined slightly.

“Toru,” she admonished before turning around. She looked up at him with the sweetest of smiles, it was always so subtle-just a little curve to the right end of her pouty lips. God, he wanted to devour her.

She tilted her head, “You’re finally here.”

She looked more stunning up-close, if that was even possible. His hand went to her hips, drawing her closer. He hadn’t noticed her lips moving until she cupped his chin and shook his face-

“Satoru, can you hear me?”

He pretended to bite her fingers, chasing her hand away from his chin.

Her hands came to rest on his chest, “Can you stop checking me out and answer my question.”

He shook his head, smiling boyishly, “I can’t. You look too good. Too good.”

He licked his lips and she shoved him, laughing, “Shut up.”

He grabbed her by the hips again, tugging her close, “Never, never, never~” He buried his face into her neck making her giggle slightly. 

She attempted to shove his shoulders as he began to nip at the crook in her neck, “Toru–”

“Let's find a room.”

She finally managed to push his shoulders back, “No.”

Her eyes searched his face as he pouted, “Why?”

“Cuz..” her gaze dropped from his eyes to his chest, then back up again, “not here.”

His pout deepened, “I missed you.”

Her eyes narrowed, but a tiny smile managed to find its way to her lips anyway, “Even though you saw me in school a few hours ago?”

He nodded, his white hair flopping slightly, “Too long.”

Her hands interlocked behind his neck, his mind going haywire when her chest pressed into him as she leaned closer. She tilted her head, “You just want to be in my skin.”

“I do. I do. I do. I do.”

She smiled lazily–as if she already knew. He leaned down to kiss her and she let him. His lips moved against hers while she stayed firm, kissing him back steadily–slowly. Always pacing him, wasn’t she? She broke the kiss, giving him one last peck before leaning back. 

He leaned towards her, as if chasing her lips but she quickly placed her finger over his mouth.

“Noo.” she chided him as if he were a puppy.

He smirked before sighing, “Fine. Fine.”

He moved a piece of her hair behind her ear, “What was your question?”

“I asked what took you so long.”

“I went over to Suguru’s cuz they were pre-gaming at his,” He suddenly broke out into a smile, “Haibara broke his TV.”

Her eyes widened, “What–how?”

“He was flying the remote control helicopter and-BOOM! TV cracked. I think he hit the wrong button or something but I was dying.” He chuckled.

She shook her head, “Of course you were. How did Geto react?”

“Oh he was mad. Haibara said sorry a million times but I know he’s still mad.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, “He probably needs a drink.”

He grinned, “Forsure,” He slipped his hand into hers, “Let's go bother him.”

She smiled faintly, “Lets.”

“So that's why-“ Suguru suddenly cut himself off when the song switched, his gaze cut to Satoru.

Satoru's eyes widened before backing up a bit to dance slightly, “Yoo this song.”

Satoru began to get a bit of a groove on while Geto nodded his head in sync with the beat. Ara glanced around to see others on the patio doing the same–dancing.

Suddenly Satoru took her wrist, tugging her towards himself, “Dance with me, Ara.”

She tilted her face up to meet his eyes, “No way.”

Just as she stepped away he pulled her back. His arms slipping around her waist, “C’monnn~”

“i can’t dance—like at all.”

“Who cares,” he whined, “just dance.”

She stepped away from him, raising her hands, “That’s all you, buddy.”

“C’monn, don’t do this to me!” he pouted as she walked off.

The music thumped around them as people hollered the lyrics.

Mina lowered the mascara wand and held onto the sink, “Goddamn, the whole house is shaking,” she sucked her teeth, “Can’t a girl fix her mascara in peace.”

Ara ran a hand through her hair, removing a random piece of glitter with a frown.

“Should we get more shots?”

Ara glanced over to see Mina looking at her expectantly.

It didn’t sound like a bad idea.. Ara smiled somewhat shyly, “Sure.”

Mina’s face brightened, “Bet. Let's go.”

The girls giggled as they ran out of the bathroom.

Shoko was dancing in front of her, singing the lyrics word for word. Her hands on Ara’s shoulders as they moved with the beat. Arden, Leah and Mina surrounded them. The patio was so crowded it seemed like everyone was outside.

“Somebody come get herrr,” everyone sang along, “She dancing like a stripper.” (a/n: song - come get her by rae sremmurd)

Ara swayed her hips, unaware of the bottle getting passed around until Shoko made a mischievous expression. Ara noticed her arm was raised and glanced up, only to see a bottle getting tilted over her.

Ara instinctively tilt her head back, opening her mouth to take in the liquor. She felt some of it trickle past her lips as Shoko jumped along to the music.

Everyone sang the lines, “somebody come get herr, she’s feelin’ all the liquor.”

Gojo was mid-conversation when a tiny bundle bustled into him and sat on his lap. He glanced over to see Ara.

“Ara.” he stated in surprise before giving her a onceover. She looked flushed. Her thick hair was wavier-probably due to the humidity-and her eye makeup had smudged slightly, making the color of her eyes pop. His eyes dropped down to her freshly coated, glossy lips.

Goddamn. He placed his hand low on her stomach as she leaned her head against his slightly, “Hey.”

He smirked, “Hey.”

“Hey.” Choso interjected flatly.

He’d completely forgotten Choso was there. Ara’s eyes brightened as she greeted, “Choso!”

Choso froze-as if starstruck, “H-hello.”

She moved as if to give him a hug but Gojo used his hand on her stomach to keep her close. He raised a brow in surprise, she was not a hugger and he didn’t want her to start being one now.

A soft laugh left him, “Are you drunk?”

She blinked, “No.” She looked between him and Choso before adding, “I just want to sit.”

Gojo smiled subtly, “‘Kay.” He kissed her temple before facing Choso, “What were you saying?”

“Right, so…” and they drifted off into a conversation that Ara could care less about. She truly did need to sit. Her legs hurt from all that dancing. Damn heels.

She shifted on his lap and shifted again, trying to sit comfortably until his hand tightened around her side. “Ara-” he murmured but it was too late, she’d already discovered his hard-on. Her ass was directly on it.

“Right?” Choso suddenly asked.

Gojo blinked, “Uh-yeah.” Not having a damn clue what he was agreeing to.

“Exactly so..” Choso went on.

Gojo had completely lost interest in the conversation when a fierce blush appeared on her cheeks. She’d gone completely still, except for her hand on his knee. Her fingers seemed to flit slightly.

“-I’m telling you, seeing him live is different,” Choso sighed before asking, “Do you think you're gonna go this year?”

“This year..” Gojo faintly repeated the last words he heard, attempting to focus, “It depends..”

“Oh but listen the third time I saw him it was crazy cuz—“

Suddenly her ass-ever so subtly-pressed against his erection, making his eyes widen. He glanced down at her, only then noticing that her hand had tightened around his knee. It was dark enough in the room that no one could see her rubbing her ass against him, especially with how slow she was moving.

His mouth parted in shock, almost wishing the flickering lights could hit them so he could see her ass move on him. He quickly closed his mouth before Choso noticed, he honestly didn’t know how the guy was still going.

He grit his teeth, trying not to groan as her ass cheeks grinded on him. The way her ass pressed against his length was something else—it was only making him stiffer by the second.

She felt so soft against his cock, moving at that agnizing pace.. The last thing he wanted to do was be still, he was gonna lose it.

He wanted to see her face but she wasn’t facing him. He bit his lower lip, hiding his grin. Fuck—he didn’t know she could be like this.

Her ass started to slowly move up and down and he nearly lost it. He hissed, his fingers digging into her hip-but she didn’t stop.

His arms slipped around her torso, tugging her against him as he spoke into her hair-breathless, “Ara..”

She finally faced him, her eyes radiating with mischief.

Oh that’s it. He didn’t have to think when he scooped her up in his arms and stood.

Choso raised a brow, midst speech, “Yo?”

Gojo didn’t spare him a glance, “I’ll be back.”

“Satoru!” she shrieked as she was tossed onto the bed.

He climbed atop her and her hands loosely cupped his neck, “Satoruu..” she whined while shaking her head, “What are you doing? I was just playing.”

“I know, cupcake,” he leaned down to press a heady kiss to her lips. The kind of kiss that rushed through her veins, making her body liquify with fervor until her cloudy thoughts grew clear–crystalizing his want, his need. 

He broke the kiss, leaving a string of saliva between them until he spoke, “I know,” He looked her up and down, “But I don’t wanna play anymore.”

His hand ran down her side, “I wanna have all of you,” He nipped the end of her jaw, “Here, now.”

“Toru..” she whined softly. Her head was spinning. She was too drunk to move on her own. Her fingers twitched over his neck, “Toru, we can’t.. not here.”

“Yes here.”

“Toru-

He easily hoisted her legs over his shoulders, sliding her further up the bed. He then pulled the bottom of her dress up to her waist. The second he glanced between her legs, he groaned. He never got tired of the sight of her cunt adorned in lace panties. It was like a gift wrapped just for him.

She cupped his face, tugging him closer, “Toru please-” Why’d she have to sound so sweet and needy? “Please.. Not here,” She searched his face, “Home, only at home.”

He stared into her dazed eyes for a moment before groaning. He pressed his forehead into hers, “Kitten you can’t just wear this sexy lil dress, grind on me and expect me not to fuck the shit outta you,” He shook his head, “S’not fair.”

His hand slid up her side, hooking under the fabric of her dress to tug it lower–until her chest spilled out the top, “Where’d you learn how to move like that anyway..”

His eyes drank in the sight of her bare tits before meeting her gaze, “You do that to anyone else?”

Color rose to her cheeks as she stared up at him in silence.

She cried out when he began to grind himself against her cunt. She could feel every inch of him–how hard he was. Each stroke against her fast and purposeful, ringing with desperation.

His forehead pressed into her temple, forcing her face aside as he panted, “Answer me.”

She mewled as his grinding picked up, “N-no-ngh! you know this–I’ve never been with an-anyone bu-unnhh-but you.”

He smirked against her cheek before slightly raising his head. His smirk was handsome enough to make her forget how to breathe. It didn’t help that his vibrant eyes seemed to simmer with lust. He knew the answer; he just liked to hear her say it.

He slowed his hips down to drop his face into her neck. His lips instantly finding that sweet spot in the crook of her shoulder and nipped at it. He licked up the dessert-like, mocha perfume on her skin–fuck, he couldn’t get enough. He tasted makeup as well. It seemed Shoko had covered his baby’s love bites. How dare she..

Suddenly the corner of his lip curled deviously. I’ll just decorate her all over again.

He tilted his head, allowing his lips and teeth to mark her as he pleased. His fingers sank into her tits as he palmed her areola, urging her cute perky nipples out. She was moaning and whining so sweetly underneath him—god, he needed to fuck her bad.

“T-toru, not now,” she whimpered, inadvertently rubbing her cunt against his bulge as she churned underneath him.

He groaned into her neck. The pressure of her rowdy hips against his clothed cock—Oh, she had to be dying for it.

“Please-not here. Only at home, Toru, at home.” she whined, her small hands pushing at his chest uselessly.

Suddenly he drew his face back-his voice completely haggard, “Fine, fine. At home.”

His bedazzling eyes fixed themselves on hers, “I’ll have all of you at home..but.. you have to let me do one thing here.”

She spoke through uneven breaths, “W-what is it?”

His eyes lingered on the way her tits moved with each ragged inhale. He felt himself grow tighter inside his pants. Fuck, he really wanted take all of her here.

His eyes swam with lust and mischief as he leaned into her, his cock pressing against her warm cunt, “I wanna taste you.”

“Where’s Gojo?” Toji asked over the blaring music. “He’ll def wanna go. He loves that shit.”

Nanami shrugged.

He glanced over and punched Geto’s shoulder, “yo-you know where he is?”

“Who?”

“Your boyfriend, who else.”

Geto was about to make a snarky retort only to hesitate when he realized he truly didn’t know where he’d gone.

“What are you looking so confused for?” Shoko sauntered before them, joint in hand.

“You know where Gojo is?” Toji asked.

“Satoru? He’s busy.”

Geto raised a brow, “With what?”

“You didn’t see him throw Ara on his shoulder? He took her upstairs,” she took a hit from her joint, shaking her head, “Thank God it's not my house.”

“Damn, already?” Toji grinned, “Can’t blame him though, did ya see her dress?”

Nanami instantly glared at him, “Stop that.”

She was lost. Lost in the abyss of pleasure that made her lose any and all sense—if she had any in the first place. His tongue was so unfair.

The tip of his tongue flicked her clit–making her jerk as she moaned. His hands on her spread thighs the only thing keeping her legs open and body semi-still.

She threw her head back, breathless, as she shook her head side to side, “Satoru.. Satoru!”

His tongue was suddenly gone, his lips still on her most sensitive part. He backed away slightly, lightly kissing her throbbing clit, “You close, kitten?”

Her body twitched, “Toru–stop, stop teasing me.”

Even through her drunkenness she could hear how helpless she sounded. He always knew how to make her so weak.

He chuckled, the faint exhale against her cunt making her inner thighs tremble. She could feel the sensation of her orgasm suspended within her, waiting to spill given the right touch. His touch.

He stared up at her, his eyes gleaming with hunger and a tinge of that typical demeaning playfulness. But she knew he was far from unaffected by this–if anything, playing with her always seemed to get him on to a different degree.

“That’s how it feels like, kitten,” he blew on her tense nub, making her twitch once-more.

“Toru!” she cried.

“--that’s how it feels when you put this pretty pussy on me and tell me not to fuck you.”

His lips found her clit again, sucking it oh so delicately—not nearly enough friction as she needed. She whined helplessly.

He lightly kissed her clit once more, “You wanna cum, kitten?”

She was too out of it to respond. His fingers dug into her soft thighs, making her gasp.

“Let me fuck you here,” his voice was low and eager, desperate, “ ‘Kay?”

She squeezed her eyelids shut, her bent legs wavering in the air. “Toru.. I can’t–can’t think-”

He chuckled faintly, “Then don’t, my sweet, don’t.” His lips were terribly close to her nub again, “I’ll think for you.”

He was instantly lapping her clit up—the pace so consistent that she was easily driven insane. Her breath hitched and suddenly his mouth cupped her clit just right, his tongue probing her most reactive spot.

She cried out as her body bucked. She didn’t see the amount of liquid she squirted out but she felt it pour out of her. The feeling of euphoria that pulsed through her cunt made her thighs shake from its force. Her moan was so loud and defenseless, she couldn’t help but judge herself for how desperate she sounded.

His hands tightened around her thighs to keep her legs spread as he drank in the sight. He loved this–every single bit of her. Her shattered expression down to the taste of her silky juices. She always had so much to give him..

and he knew how to hunt it out of her.

His cock sank into her and he immediately groaned. Her cunt wrapped around him so viscerally tight. She was so fucking hot inside he might as well have dipped himself in warmed honey.

He couldn’t stand it–how perfect she was. Her arched body raised at the hips to let him press into her this deep. Her waist twisting as she lay face down, making the sexiest little sounds as her hands fisted the sheets. He needed all of her. Now.

He squeezed her ass before fucking her exactly the way he wanted to the second his eyes landed on her in that slutty little dress. Her pussy was only his to use and tear apart like this.

The squelching sound of his cock delivering fuck after fuck to her sweet core was music to his ears. He whimpered at the feeling of her walls gripping the sides of his cock like it craved his seed–like it needed him to stay inside.

He bent over her, keeping his forehead to the crown of her head as he gripped her waist. His hands large enough that his fingertips met on either side of her.

He didn’t stop–his cock bullying into her boundlessly.

“I’ll give you what you want, Ara..” his rugged voice trailed down her spine, “I’ll always give you what you want.”

He shoved his cock deep into her and she screamed. He buried his face into her nape as he emptied his balls within her. Cum spewing endlessly from his tip as it filled the condom to its brim. Pleasure consuming every cell in his body.

“Ara..” he groaned against her back, eyes squeezed shut as he retracted his hips slightly and shoved his cock back in. She cried out as he groaned again. His cock felt so fucking good inside her.

“Never have enough of you..” his low voice was filled with such unrestrained desire– “never.”

She gasped, loud enough to make his eyes flutter open.

He reached out, his arm easily wrapping around her waist before he shifted in bed to face her, “What is it?” he mumbled sleepily.

She glanced at him with wide eyes, “Sorr-”

Suddenly he snatched the phone from her hands, quickly turning over in bed so she couldn’t snatch it back if she tried.

His brows scrunched together, “Nails?” On her phone was a picture of hands, hands with very pretty detailed fake nails on Pinterest. He looked over at her, “You want these?”

She jumped over him, snatching the phone from his hand, “Yes, but I didn’t want to wake you up.”

His eyes widened when he felt her bare tits press into his chest as she partially laid over him. Her eyes widened a second later and she quickly turned over, taking majority of the sheets with her. Her back was facing him.

He grinned, scooting closer to her before tugging the blanket slightly, draping more of it over himself. He propped himself on an elbow before sliding his free hand under the sheets. He touched her waist before sliding his hand under her arm around her chest. He sighed when he felt her bare tits against his forearm.

He tugged her close and she squirmed slightly, “Toru-”

He kissed underneath her ear-where several hickeys remained, “Last night was fun.”

She blushed, “For you. I’m sore as hell right now.”

He grinned as she pushed at his arm, “I can’t believe you did that. I was drunk, y’know.”

“You said you weren’t-”

“You knew I was.”

He stuffed his face into her shoulder as his arm tightened around her, “It’s your fault tho, you tempted me.” he whined.

“I didn’t tempt you-”

“Grinding on me?”

She blushed furiously, “I was drunk.”

“You're so hot when you're drunk.”

She reached over and smacked his head at her shoulder. She felt him chuckle into her neck as he yelled, “aH!”

“Gojo I’m serious,” her voice wavered, “I’m really sore. It hurts. You should.. really let me be when I’m like that.”

He was still for a moment before rubbing her hip under the blanket, “I’m sorry, baby–kay? I’m sorry,” He raised his head to lightly kiss her cheek, “I’ll try to do better next time,” He kissed her jaw, “--even though it’s hard–” he lightly squeezed her ass, “--especially when you rub this cute ass on me.”

“Satoru–”

He buried his face into her shoulder again, his arm winding around her chest once-more, “I know, I know,”

She felt him sigh into her neck, “I can’t think when I wanna fuck you y’know. I jus have to be inside..”

She closed her eyes, “I know.”

“..it’s a miracle we even got home.” he mumbled to her neck.

“When did we get home?” Ara asked, suddenly curious since she didn’t remember a second of it.

“Around three. You were passed out by then.”

“Hmm..” 

He kissed her shoulder, “You talked to Millie?”

Her eyes shot open, as if surprised–but he’d overheard Millie’s familiar voice when she’d gone to the bathroom earlier.

“Yeah, she called,” she muttered, “She wanted to know all the tea from last night.”

“She’s still grounded?”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, it’s killing her.”

He smiled slightly, “I bet it is.”

“Andd you’re all set.” The nail lady backed up with a smile.

Ara glanced down at her nails in shock. They looked just like the picture, maybe even better. She outstretched her fingers slightly, looking at both sides of her hands. She felt oddly… empowered. Despite it being the first time getting her nails done, she immediately saw the appeal.

She stood up, still staring at her nails, “Wow, these are… amazing, thank you.”

The nail lady’s smile widened, “Of course.”

She faltered at giving her a smile back before walking out of the beauty room–which she didn’t even know she had. She’d only been joking when she’d told Satoru she was too lazy to get out the house but it didn’t matter–he’d brought the nail salon to her. In mere minutes he was able to book an at-home session with a celebrity nail technician. It was baffling. 

And yet, her stomach bubbled with excitement.. excitement that she inexplicably had to share. She walked into their bedroom, only to find no one there.

She walked further into the room, only to find the attached balcony doors open. He was leaning against the railing, talking on the phone. The closer she approached she noticed a few notebooks and his laptop open on one of the tables outside.

He ended the call, tossing his phone up in the air and catching it precariously before sauntering towards his books.

Just as he sat and leaned back in his chair, she asked, “You're studying?”

He immediately glanced up, his big blue eyes instantly brightening once they landed on her, “Ara!”

His eyes dropped to her hands and she quickly hid them behind herself with a small smile.

He squinted playfully, “Lemme seee-“

To his surprise she fast-walked over, holding out her hands for him to see, “Look-look, it looks just like the picture. The almond shape, colors, everything—“ he stared at her, mesmerized by the look of child-like fascination on her countenance as she continued, “I can’t believe it. She even made the stone on my middle finger smaller because I asked. It’s so sparkly too. And the butterfly??” she shook her head, smiling, “-insanity.”

She outstretched her new talons, her smile widening unknowingly, “I love them.”

He tugged her closer, despite her already standing in front of him. Her hand rested on his shoulder as she was drawn in between his long legs. His arms slipped around her waist as he stared up at her, “You love them, kitten?”

She nodded before glancing down at him, “What do you think?”

“I think I need to tip her well for making you smile like that.”

She rolled her eyes-blushing, “Stop flirting.”

“No really-“ he picked up her hand, finally looking at the nails for the first time, “If getting these little fingers dolled up makes my baby happy i’ll have her here every week.”

“Not every week. They’re supposed to last two to three weeks.” she informed him.

“Hmm,” His thumb suddenly brushed the skin underneath the knuckle of her ring finger. His blue eyes flashed with something before he met her gaze with a smirk, “Can’t wait to put something here.”

She snatched her hand away, “You’re so annoying.”

His smirk widened, “You’d love it if I proposed-”

“I’d literally reject you.”

“WHAT?!—you would?”

“I would.”

“Whyyyy~you meanie. Do you even care about me.” he pouted.

Suddenly her hands slid into his hair and she was kissing him. The rest of his whines swept up by her tongue as she bent over him, deepening the kiss invasively. Her nails raked through his thick, white hair as she tugged his face close as if she needed him closer. He nearly groaned.

She broke the kiss, her thumb brushing over his bottom lip as she asked, “Still think I don't care?”

His eyes widened at her quietly spoken words. The flush that bloomed across his cheeks couldn’t be helped. For once, he was speechless.

He held her gaze for a short moment before leaning towards her. Before his lips could connect with hers, she scurried off of him—backing up several steps.

“No, no, no, satoru. You need to study and so do I.”

He was already whining again, “Whyyy~”

“Because,” she shrugged as she walked backwards, “we have to.”

He stood up and she immediately bolted inside the house. He chased after her, giggles and laughter following their wake.

She stared up at the stars and he stared at her. He wondered if she had a morsel of a clue of how much she meant to him.

Loving her was easy for him, as easy as breathing, as easy as the sharp exhale that escaped him when she first turned her back on him.

Sure, it started as a challenge then. A game that only she and him could understand but, he saw her now. He knew why she was the way she was and he liked it. all of it.

He learned her skin, her mind, her voice, her loneliness and he wanted all of it. all of it for himself.

She didn’t know how much he loved her unpredictably. her brattiness, her anger, her kindness, her tears. She gave him her everything and he’d take it every time. It didn’t matter where they were, what universe they were in, he’d find her. He’d always find her.

She turned her head on the grass and looked at him, “Are you even looking at the stars?”

“I am.”

He saw her freeze for a moment. He anticipated her witty response, something like ‘how many times have you used that line’ or ‘aren’t you smooth’ but she held his gaze.

He saw her look between his eyes before her gaze dropped to his lips. He watched as she slowly drew herself up next to him, balancing herself on one elbow as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

He forced himself to stay still, despite his heart racing in anticipation. His eyes stayed on her as her hand came to rest on his cheek, his jaw. She gently pressed her lips to his and he nearly groaned. His hand slid up her side, squeezing her ribs as he tilted his face up–craving more of her.

Her hand on his jaw held him back, instead she lowered herself into him. Her lips prolonging the tenderness of the kiss before she backed away. He closed his eyes, refraining from chasing her lips.

He felt her fingers on his panting lips and opened his eyes. She was completely expressionless–which only made him more keen on knowing her thoughts.

“What do you want to be?” she suddenly asked, before adding, “-when you grow up.”

She expected an unserious response at first-maybe even something flirty. Something like ‘your husband’ or ‘a garbage man’ but-for once-he answered seriously.

He appeared contemplative, “I haven’t decided. I already got an offer from the NBA but I don’t know if I like basketball that much.”

He readjusted his head on his crossed arms, “Obviously, Coach is pushing for that but.. I think following my father’s footsteps would be more interesting.”

He glanced over at her, a small smile spreading across his lips, “As basic as it sounds.”

“Director of National Intelligence.” she stated, “For the US.”

“Yes.” he confirmed, while looking at her curiously. He couldn’t tell how she felt about that.

“Would that make you a politician?”

“Mmm, kind of? I’d obviously have to be a part of the same political party as the president in order to be recommended by him.”

“What else do you have to do?”

“Well, it varies. Some directors have military experience or climb in government service. Some have law degrees or extensive experience in intelligence agencies.”

“Intelligence agencies? Like the FBI?”

“Well, yes and no. It’s more the CIA and NSA-” at her look of confusion, he clarified, “National Security Agency-is experience that they might prefer but I have considered the FBI. It would be different from my Father’s past position but I wouldn’t mind dealing with domestic policy–well, they’re still involved in foreign intelligence threats but-”

He grinned, “Director of the FBI sounds hot doesn’t it?”

She rolled her eyes, “Of course you would say that.”

“It’s that or CEO of Gojo Industries.”

She blinked, having completely forgotten that. She assumed that was the main source of his family’s income. Long ago, another genius in his family found a more efficient way of processing crude oil, which later resulted in the creation of their family’s multi-industry company. Gojo industries is responsible for more than half of the world’s refineries. Despite being widespread on foreign level, they are still a private company.

She blinked in astonishment, “Well, what's stopping you from that?”

“Nothings stopping me but I feel like business is kinda boring,” he shrugged, “I’ll probably have to deal with that regardless.”

“You will?”

“Well I don’t have any siblings, do I?” He smiled slightly, “I guess I could just hire someone but I still wanna be involved, probably as chairman or something but good thing that’s a later problem.”

He poked her cheek, “What about you, kitten? What do you wanna be?”

“... a doctor.”

He squinted at her hesitance, “Do you really?”

She sighed, “No, it’s what my Dad wants me to be. I was kinda set on it but..”

The corner of his lip twitched slightly, “Never mind him, what do you want to be?”

She paused before saying-rather softly, “An artist.”

“Forreal?”

She nodded.

His face instantly brightened, “Can you draw me?”

“No.”

She skeptically watched him pretend to be in pain before adding, “You’re too ugly to draw.”

He immediately cut the act, “Now you're just lying.”

Ara stepped inside the Rolls Royce, closing the door after herself.

Ijichi popped his head from the driver’s seat, a warm smile on his lips, “Hello, Miss Ara.”

She opened her mouth-ready to tell him for the millionth time that he could simply call her Ara but she decided to let it be.  At least he hadn’t stepped out and opened the car door for her. He was learning.

She offered him a small smile in return.

She stared out of the car window, watching the other students buzz about until the car began to move.

“Are you okay, Miss?”

Her eyes flitted to the rear view mirror, meeting Ijichi’s concerned expression.

“Y-you seem.. unlike yourself.”

She supposed that was the nicest way he could say she looked off—which she’d been feeling like the whole day.

“Ijichi, can you do me a favor?”

He adjusted his glasses, “Yes?”

“Can you take me home?”

“I am taking you home, Miss.”

“I mean- my Dad’s home?”

“Of course.”

She stared at the house outside the car window. It should’ve felt familiar but it felt... indescribable really.

Ijichi glanced back at her, unsure of what to do since they’d been sitting out here for a good minute.

He looked between her and the house, “Would you like me to accompany you inside?” he offered unsurely.

“No!” she quickly cut herself off before running a hand through her hair, forcing herself to breathe.

“No,” she repeated, more calmly, “it’s fine. I just.. can we wait a few more minutes?”

It was silent for a beat before he answered, “Of course, miss.”

She could only imagine how confused he was right now but he d—suddenly the front door of the house opened and she immediately straightened in her seat. Thank god the windows were blacked out.

Her Dad stepped out. He was balancing himself on one crutch and there were less bandages on his face. His hair was clean-cut short and he was wearing pajamas-a matching set-something about that made her want to smile.

She watched him half-limp, half-walk towards the mailbox. He hastily pulled it open and grabbed the mail. He eyed it warily, rubbing his scruff as he did so before making his way back inside.

She waited until he closed the door behind himself to speak.

“We can go now, Ijichi.”

A low, soft moan left her until she realized there were lips on hers. Her eyes fluttered open to find Satoru in bed beside her.

“You’re back.”

He smiled subtly, his hand on her clavicle gently pushing her back down—“Yeah.”

Her eyes darted to the clock only for him to catch her chin, refocusing her attention on him.

“You took a nap?” he inquired softly.

“Yeah,” she closed her eyes, sighing when she felt him kiss her cheek, “dunno why.”

She blindly reached out to rest her hand on his chest, “How was practice?”

“S’good,” he slipped his arm underneath her head, sidling up next to her under the sheets, “would’ve been better if I was here with you instead.”

She smiled slightly, still sleepy enough to not want to open her eyes. She felt his long fingers tap her abdomen.

“Ara?”

“Mhm..”

A short silence ensued before he asked, “Why’d you go to your Dad’s house?”

Her eyes flew open to find him staring right at her, not one readable emotion on his face.

“I just.. wanted to see how he was doing.”

“Why?”

For some reason, she struggled to answer that. She thought it was obvious but maybe it wasn’t—to him.

“He’s my Dad.” was all she managed to say.

He was silent for another moment, it was so unlike him that she couldn’t help but get nervous.

“Do you miss him?” he suddenly asked, an odd undercurrent to his tone.

She quietly observed him. His floppy white hair, pale matte skin, long light lashes, spark-less blue eyes, the solemn set to his lips. Something about him seemed poised in a way that seemed to await her answer.

She couldn’t tell what was going on with him and maybe that should’ve scared her but..

She flattened her palm against his chest, “Are you mad at me?”

His eyes seemed to widen slightly before he blazed with color. He averted her gaze, “No.”

She touched his jaw, “Then why does it feel like it?”

He met her eyes, “It’s not—well,” He subtly shook his head, “I don’t like him, your Dad. I don’t like him at all.”

“Neither do I.”

His hand on her stomach slid around her side, drawing her closer, “You can’t live with him,” it was a demand but his voice wavered, his eyes pleading, “I don’t want you to.”

She stared up at him, her throat feeling oddly obstructed, “I don’t want to.”

“No?” he didn’t give her much time to respond, instead suddenly turning himself atop her. The tip of his nose brushing hers, “Good, cause..”

His vivid eyes didn’t leave hers, “I can’t let you leave.”

“You can’t?”

He shook his head, sliding his fingers through hers.

“Whyyyyy are you guys so boring,” Gojo whined.

“Stop yapping, Satoru.” Geto muttered, barely glancing up from his notebook.

Suddenly Ara felt something light knock into her temple and spotted a paper plane on the floor beside her seat. She glanced over to see Satoru staring at her across the table, a wide grin on his lips.

She kicked his seat, “Don’t bug me.”

Just as she faced her textbook again, he threw his arms up and flung back in seat.

“You guys studied yesterdayyy~” he whined.

A second before the paper plane hit his chin he caught it. His grin widened as he met Ara’s narrowed eyes.

“Just because you don’t have to study doesn’t mean everyone else doesn’t have to.”

“Don’t be jealous, baby.”

“No one is jealous.”

“You sure?”

Geto set his pen down, “I'm two seconds away from kicking you both out this study room.”

“Okay nerd.”

She straightened in her seat, “It’s not my fault! He’s distracting me.”

Geto glared at Satoru, “I’m about to kick you out.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Geto stood up and Ara’s eyes widened. Everything that happened next was a blur.

One second Geto’s hands were at Gojo’s collar then the next Geto was face first on the floor. The boys were kicking and hollering at each other, horse playing on the floor.

Ara slammed her textbook shut, easily gathering her things as she stood up.

“I’m out.” She closed the study room door behind her.

“Ara! Help me! Get this ape off me!” Gojo yelled.

She heard several camera snaps and turned around.

She attempted to smack the phone out of his hand but he easily raised it out of her reach.

“Why are you taking pics of me?” she demanded.

He smiled, his arms still upraised as he swiped through the pictures, “Because my kitten looks so pretty.”

“You see?” He said before placing the phone right up to her face.

It was.. admittedly a good picture. It was her from the back, staring off at the amusement park they’d just entered. Her silhouette looked good in her Miu Miu mini skirt and knee-length Naked Wolfe platform boots.

He snatched the phone back before she could even think to grab it from him. He was grinning to himself, swiping through the pictures once more.

“It’s good, right? You look so good.”

She sighed, tugging at his sleeve, “Toru, seriously. We got to. Shoko’s waiting for us.”

“Hold on, hold on. Let me make this my lockscreen.”

She glanced up when she heard him whistle. 

He was shaking Geto’s shoulder playfully before tossing his golf stick in the air–somehow making it land upright in the ground.

He glanced in her direction and jogged over, “Baby did you see my shot? It was such a good shot.”

She lowered her phone in her lap, “No.”

“Aww.” he plopped into the seat beside her, “I told you to watch mee~”

“You are such a kid.”

Suddenly he snatched the phone out of her hand, “Who are we texting?”

She tried to reach for her phone, “I’m not texting anybody-!”

He easily caught both her wrists in one hand and held up her phone in the other, “Ooo you looking at jewelry, baby?”

He swiped down to see her cart. It was all Van Cleef & Arpels–ranging from earrings, rings and dainty bracelets. It was all wildly out of her price range but it wasn’t like she was planning on buying it, she just liked to get inspiration.

“This is a nice bracelet,” he noted.

She glanced down to see the picture, “I know right.”

“I can’t wait to see it on your wrist.” he smirked.

Her eyes widened as she watched him go through with the cart, inputting his credit card details by memory.

“What are–”

“Sh, Sh, Sh-”

“Toru, wait-” but it was too late. The confirmation page of the order was already up on her phone, along with pending delivery details. She couldn’t believe it. Even though she hadn’t added too many jewelry pieces to her cart she knew the total had been about 75k. And he’d just purchased it all.

He handed the phone back to her as she gaped.

“What the fuck..” she muttered, shell-shocked.

He kissed her cheek.

She glanced up at him, “What did you do that for?”

“For you.”

“Satoru, you're up!” Geto called.

He placed a deft kiss on her lips before standing and jogging over to Geto, leaving her stunned in silence.

She squirmed, “Toru, please– I’m still sore.”

He loosened his grip, sighing as he cupped her tits. “This bikini looks too good kitten.”

She pushed his hands away, quickly covering her chest as she swam further into the pool. It was admittedly a very sexy bikini set, the first of its kind that she’d ever worn. She felt very naked.

She turned around, “This is why I don’t like wearing what you want. You just want me naked all the time.”

“I do.”

She splashed him with water, making him laugh.

He swam towards her suddenly, splashing her with thrice the amount of water. She yelled, quickly attempting to swim away only to get cornered.

“Okay, okay! That's enough you fool!”

He quickly popped up from the water, closing in on her, “Quitting already?”

She didn’t hesitate in hitting him with a fierce splash but he quickly dodged it. Suddenly she was chasing him around the pool, sending splash after splash after him. He cackled as he attempted to dodge the bombardment of water.

She kept missing him, only to jump to get some distance on him. She jumped atop his back, nearly making him topple into the water–only for his athlete instincts to kick in and easily make him balanced.

“Ara-” he laughed, turning his face aside as she used her spare arm to splash water in his face. Her other arm wound tightly around his shoulders.

He slipped his arms under her legs around his waist, hoisting her higher on his back. “Hold on tight!”

She didn’t have a second to register his words because he was already swimming. He was swimming so fast she nearly screamed. She clutched his back, feeling his back muscles move against her chest. She felt like she was on a jet boat.

Finally he stopped, holding her knees up once more as he straightened.

“How was that?” he questioned, a bright smile on his face.

At her silence he glanced behind himself, “Ara?”

She dropped her face to his back, “I… I’m dizzy.”

He used his arm under her leg to swiftly maneuver her body in front of himself. His arms slipped around her bum, keeping her legs around his waist.

He rubbed her back, tilting his head, “You okay?”

She blinked several times, “Yeah.” her voice revealed something a bit unsure.

He swam towards the poolside, slipping his hands into the dip of her waist before placing her atop the marble floor. Her legs still dipped in the water.

She ran a hand through her wet hair as she breathed, “I’m fine.” she mumbled.

His eyes were alert, “Sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

A grin split across his lips.

She reached over to splash him with water again but he caught her wrist. She attempted to do the same with her other hand but he caught that one too.

“Ugh!” she grunted in frustration only for him to lean over and peck her lips.

“You’re so cute.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Don’t make me blush baby.”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

His eyes widened, along with his grin, “Ah? Do that again.”

She sharply turned her face aside, “Shut up.”

He chuckled once more, finally releasing her wrists, “Ara..”

Just as she crossed her arms, his index and middle finger turned her chin his way, “I have something to ask you.”

“What now.”

He tilted his head, his bright eyes flickering up and down her face. She thought she saw his adam’s apple bob in his neck.

“So.. SATs are coming up.”

She raised a brow, “And?”

“And college applications are due soon so.. I wanna know your top choice.”

“Top choice?”

“Top choice for university.”

She eyed the faint blush on his cheeks, “Why?”

His hands rested atop the poolside as he drew closer, “I want us to go to college together.”

She tensed.

His intricate eyes scanned her face, unable to read her fixed expression.

“Kitten?” he asked.

She finally moved, her eyes darting up to his. “Are you sure?”

“What?” he asked, completely flabbergasted, “Of course I’m sure.”

He cupped her chin, “You think I can live without you?”

She turned her face a second before he could even think to kiss her.

His nose trailed her cheekbone, “You don’t want to?” he questioned.

She closed her eyes, “I do but.. can we not go far?”

His hand cupped her neck, tilting her face back up, “ ‘course kitten. Stanford then?”

A light laugh slipped out of her, “I know I can get in but can you?”

A grin spread across his lips, “You think you're better than me cuz you're valedictorian?”

“I know I’m better than you.”

His grin widened, “True, but have you checked the ranks?”

“I checked last week.”

“How about this week?”

“No but..” her eyes widened, “Are you saying you’re first again?”

He shrugged.

She shoved him, “Tell me!”

He laughed, loving every second of this, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?!” she barked, “Ugh, give it a week. Once my calc exam is in you’ll be back in your place. Watch.”

Suddenly his arms slipped around her waist and he was burying his face in her neck.

She pushed at his arms, “Toru—“

Suddenly she was pinned to the floor, his hands holding hers down as he bent over her. His tall frame between her legs.

He tilted his head, “Why do you want to stay near here?”

Her eyes lingered on the water droplets falling from his abs before meeting his gaze. Her face flushed.

“Cuz… just cause.”

“Tell me.”

She stared up at him, trying not to get swallowed up whole by the brightness of his blue eyes.

She closed her eyes, “Cuz I want to be near my Dad, okay?”

His jaw clenched as his eyes raked down her body, “You can go to any university in the world.. and that’s what you're gonna choose by?”

Her eyes fluttered open, her expression somewhat somber.

“He doesn’t care y’know.”

Her brows furrowed slightly but he continued anyway, “Does he really matter that much to you?”

“He’s the only family I have.” she answered curtly.

“So? He beat the shit outta you.”

Her expression twisted and she attempted to release herself from his hands pinning hers, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I don’t want you to make another decision based on someone who doesn’t care about you. I care about you. I want the best for you-”

She twisted underneath him, “Toru, let go of me—“

He bent lower over her, “Listen to me.”

She froze, her breath incredibly shaky.

“I am listening. You want to know my top choice? Anything in fucking California. That’s what I want, okay? If you don’t like it then go somewhere else.”

“Go somewhere else?” he repeated quietly.

She swallowed, unable to find any words.

“Without you?” he pressed.

Her heart raced in her chest, “N—no.”

“Hmm,” he hummed approvingly before running a hand down her side, “That’s what I thought.”

“Stanford?” Geto questioned on the other end of the line.

“Yeah Stanford.”

“Why?”

“Cuz,” he hadn’t really thought this through, “Stanford’s.. nice.”

Geto scoffed, “Nice? That’s it?”

“Yes?”

“You couldn’t decide what college you wanted to go for the past two years but suddenly you wake up and decide that Stanford is nice?”

Before he even had the chance to respond, Geto asked, “Does Ara have something to do with this?”

Gojo couldn’t help but chuckle, “Maybe~”

Geto sighed.

“Gojo!” she whined as he lifted her up from the couch. “Gojo, put me down!”

He smacked her ass over his shoulder, “Nah.”

“Gojo!” she yelled while attempting to kick her feet but his other arm quickly held her legs down.

He playfully bit her hip as he walked, “Don’t whine kitten.”

She attempted to twist herself away but it was impossible, “Satoru seriously— I want to finish the movie!”

“Then you shouldn’t have kissed me.”

“You kissed me.”

He merely shook his head, “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Her small fists hit his back and he laughed.

Just as he opened their bedroom door, she raised her head. Her eyes landed on the maid down the hallway, staring right at her. A slight blush on her face.

Before Ara could even think of feeling embarrassed Gojo kicked the door closed behind them.

“Satoru?”

“Hm?” he glanced up from his phone. He was rather comfortable, lounging on one of the several patio chairs.

Ara rubbed the back of her neck as she approached him, “Um.. you remember how i’m supposed to go shopping with Mils today?”

He tossed his phone onto the empty seat beside him and straightened.

“The shopping spree you rudely refuse to let me join? Yes.”

She stood before him, “Baby I need some girl time.”

He pouted, “I can be a girl?”

She cupped his chin and shook it, “Just because you're as pretty as one doesn’t mean you can be one.”

His eyes brightened, “I’m pretty?”

She shoved his face away but he quickly faced her again—a devious grin on his lips.

His white brows wriggled, “Are you gonna talk about me?”

She squinted, “No, why would I talk about trash.”

His arms slipped around her, tugging her close as he rested his chin atop her bosom.

“Meanie~”

Suddenly she was flipped into his arms, fully laying on his lap. She gasped.

He nuzzled her hair before tilting his head to drop a kiss on her lips. Just as his lips connected with hers she gently cupped his chin, pacing him. He pecked her, his eyes fluttering open to peek at her face as she kissed him back. He pecked her again and grinned when he felt her breath hitch.

Just as he drew closer to deepen the kiss, her fingers slipped into his hair–pulling him back.

“Wait–toru, wait–” she fought to catch her breath, “I have to go.”

He whined, “Right now?”

She nodded, “Yeah, Ijichi’s waiting outside but I need your help.”

“What do you need?”

She hesitated a second before admitting, “I-um, I want to shop but I.. I don’t have any money.”

It was true. She’d left the spare cash she had at her Dads and even if she did have the debit card her Dad had given her she wouldn’t feel comfortable using it.

His eyes widened, “Oh!”

He reached into his pocket, fishing out his Bottega Veneta wallet. He took out a credit card and gave it to her.

“Keep it.”

She stared blankly as he put it in her hand.

“It’s yours.” he added further.

She felt her face heat up, “I can give it back after—“

“I just said it’s yours, kitten. Buy whatever you want.”

She continued to stare at him and he stared back—only to cackle a second later.

“You can’t take anything normally huh?” he squeezed her cheek, “It’s always somethin’ new. Never a-” suddenly his voice turned saccharine, “‘Thank you, Toru’ ‘You're the best boyfriend ever, Toru-“

She quickly stood up from his lap, “I’m leaving.”

“Nooo~” he whined as he latched onto her, keeping her in his lap. He buried his face into her nape, “You can’t go yet.”

“Stop it-“

“Two minutes, just two minutes.”

“Toru!”

She jolted up from the bed, breathless. Her mouth felt terribly dry and her hands.. her hands were shaking.

She stared at her trembling fingers before registering.. I had a nightmare.

It’d been a terrible one at that, so terrible she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She could feel her scream stuck in her throat.

She blinked, trying to remember the details but the more she tried to think of it, the more it escaped her. She was grasping at straws but something within her felt an almost frantic pressure to remember. Something had happened, something bad-bad enough to feel real. She didn’t want to forget, she couldn’t���

Suddenly a hand slipped into the curve of her waist, “Ara?”

She glanced over to see Gojo propped on an arm behind her, his bright eyes nearly illuminating in the dark. His white hair tousled and disorderly from sleep.

She gently touched his face, her fingers pushing his soft silver-white hair back, “I’m okay.” she attempted to murmur only for her breathlessness to betray her.

His thin brows furrowed subtly, “Bad dream?”

She didn’t answer, merely moving to lay down underneath him, under the crook of his arm. His eyes followed her, never leaving her stoic face. They both knew it wasn’t the first time.

She avoided his gaze for a second, absentmindedly running her fingers over his collar bone before nodding.

He watched her flit about before lowering himself to press a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then another between her brows… on the bridge of her nose… the tip of her nose… then her lips.

Her lips quivered under his, making a heady rush hit his lower abdomen but he forced himself to think past it and be calm. He let his tongue sweep her mouth just once before breaking the kiss.

Her lips were swollen and parted. She was breathless all over again.

He searched her face, trying to find his focus but he didn’t need to when her hands suddenly slipped around his neck and they were kissing once more. It was sloppy, desperate and unexpectedly wanton in every degree.

Her nails dug into his scalp and kept him close. His hand found her tits, squeezing and groping needily. Fuck. He’d already had her tonight but hell he could never help himself when it came to her.

He meant to ask her about the nightmare, how they were coming a bit too often but– “Fuck,” he rasped out raggedly, breaking the kiss.

Her hand was wrapped around his cockhead, her thumb rubbing his tip before running up and down as much of his length she could reach. His hips bucked in response to her touch.

She never touched him there first, especially unprompted. If he ever wanted her to touch his cock he’d have to cup her tiny hand in his and guide her there.

She squeezed his cockhead, making him gasp before bucking into her harder. Her small palm ran along the underside of his length, feeling all his veins and heat. He could feel his cock throb in her hands as she rubbed him.

His forehead pressed into hers as he groaned. He was fully erect now and she knew it too. His cock had grown in size and felt incredibly hot and solid in her fingers. His pre-cum dribbled out the tip, making her palm sticky as her pace quickened.

He yanked the blankets off and flipped himself over her, eyes alert. He took in her frame and his cock twitched at the sight.

She was naked, hair splayed out over the pillow and legs loose around his waist. Hickeys strewn all over her skin, the fresher ones around her tits turning a deeper color.

He leaned lower, aligning his fully stiff cock at her entrance. Just touching her with the tip made his body gripe with lust.

He’d meant to tease her, maybe slide his cock through her folds a little, let his tip tease her clit but the second his cock touched her wetness his thoughts were set aflame. His jaw locked and he drove his cock straight into her pussy in one forceful stroke.

She cried out, her tits jumping as she jolted sensitively. Her hips could only tremble as her cunt squeezed around him. It always hurt when he fit himself inside all at once—but right now it hurt so good. She felt full in a way that she couldn’t think.

He was breathing heavily above her, his hand forming a fist at the crown of her head as he began to move his cock with no mercy. He was determined to show her what it meant to finish what she started.

“Satoru!” she cried while digging her nails into his shoulders.

He thrusted into her, hard and fast. As if they didn’t have any spare time to waste. He was hungry and she could feel it in each buck of his hips.

“Dont worry, baby.” he murmured huskily into her ear as she whined, “I got you.”

He pounded into her, burying his cock impossibly deeper each time. He knew it was a lot for her but he couldn’t help himself. He told himself she wouldn’t either—if she knew how good she felt.

Her insides clutched his cock like he was her lifeline. Fuck, if he wasn’t already, he should be. She was his lifeline as it was.

“ah—ah-aHh! Satoru—Satoru!!” 

Fuck. He couldn’t stop. He kissed her, hard. She was too distracted to kiss him back. He felt her wet tears against his cheek and it made his thrusts get sloppy with heat.

He was close. So close. A few more thrusts—

Suddenly her fingers curled in his hair, her body arching underneath him as her insides gushed with fluid. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her head moving side to side desperately as she begged, “S-satoru—please!”

He exploded, cumming buckets and buckets and buckets into her heat. It didn’t matter that he’d already came inside her earlier in the night, something about her made him cum loads each time. And this time was no different.

He panted as he fell into the crook of her neck. He felt her body tremble oh so delicately underneath his.

He was still for a beat before kissing the skin underneath her ear and lowering his hand to where they were still joined. His thumb found her clit, making her jolt sensitively.

A small grin slid onto the end of his lip when he heard her slight, broken breath turn bated as he rubbed her tiny, slick bud.

“Toru,” she rasped out, unable to successfully twist away due to being pinned under him, “T-toru, what are you doing?”

The gentle pressure of his thumb against her clit picked up, making her shiver.

“What you did to me.” he murmured. “Waking you up.”

“I’m—I’m already awake.” she stuttered out, his thumb was making circles over her clit now.

“Hmm,” he hummed, “You didn’t cum.”

“I-I did.”

He used his thumb and forefinger to lightly squeeze her clit, making her lose all her breath.

“No you didn’t.”

“I did!” she gasped out desperately.

She shoved at his shoulders just as he began to move inside her, his cock slowly thrusting into the mess they’d made inside her. The wet sound echoing promiscuously in the room.

“Then prove it.” he whispered into her neck before licking underneath her jaw, along her several hickies as if sealing them in.

He straightened above her, looking down to see her eyes squinted shut and her lips twisted in unwanted desire. His cock throbbed as he thrusted into her harder.

“Prove it to me and do it again.”

“Millie, where the hell are we?” she asked.

Millie laughed, her tone as lighthearted as ever, “Don’t worry about it, just come.”

Millie took her hand and pulled her out of the car. Before them was one of the most extravagant hotels Ara had ever seen. It was absolutely insane.

She stared at the palm trees surrounded pool in shock. It had to be the biggest pool she’d ever seen in her life. The lights decorating the pathway to hotel doors were lit with real fire as Millie dragged her to the entrance.

Their heels clacked along the marble ground as they walked up to the main doors. They’d spent the entire day together–pointlessly glamming themselves up to the most excessive degree. From massages, to manicures, pedicures, eyebrow threading, hair, makeup, shopping, shopping and more shopping. From clothes, jewelry, shoes, accessories–anything that they liked they picked up. Gojo had said she could use her card on anything she wanted and Millie was more than happy to run it up–she nearly regretted telling Millie that.

But-at the same time-if she couldn’t spend with her best friend then what the hell was the point? Even if they’d blown through more money than she’d ever spent in the last decade in one day, it was admittedly a blast. It felt like something out of a dream.

The only thing she regretted was smoking a little weed in the car because now her head felt fuzzy–very fuzzy.

Ara couldn’t help but notice the security guards lining the walls the second they entered the lobby. Paranoia immediately seeped into her veins.

She turned and sharply faced Millie-only to become momentarily silenced. Millie looked stunning, her hair was pinned in a sexy, undone but not, 90s inspired updo that suited her incredibly well. Her mini-dress and heels matched perfectly and something about her dark brown smokey eye makeup brought out her eyes in the most appealing way. Damn, her best friend was hot.

Millie blinked, “What?”

Ara shook her head-pulling herself out of her reverie, “You’re hot.”

Millie smirked, squeezing her hand, “You’re hotter.”

Ara rolled her eyes before remembering her original task, “Listen,” she tugged her hand, “What are we doing here? We better not be doing something stupid. There’s a shit ton of security here.” she whispered.

Millie giggled, “Why do you always think the worst of me? We’re not sneaking in anywhere, don’t worry.”

“Then what are we doing here?”

Millie shook her head, “Just trust m-”

Ara glared, “What is this? Seriously?”

Millie let go of her hand and motioned for her to stay where she was, “Just hold on a sec.”

Ara stared at Millie in complete aggravation as she watched the girl walk up to the front desk. They were supposed to go to Millie’s place to drop off her shopping bags and then to Gojo’s place to drop off her own stuff. They then planned to just hang out and take pics there–not whatever this was.

She glanced up at the glass ceiling, reveling in the sight of the gorgeous starlit night sky before realizing it was rather late. Gojo was bound to be worried. Fuck.

She flipped open her clutch to find her phone–only to see it wasn’t inside. Oh shit.

Her heart rate skyrocketed–suddenly she felt a hand on her elbow and glanced up to see Millie with two security guards behind her.

Millie smiled, “C’mon lets go.”

Ara stared at the three of them in confusion, unable to speak for a moment. “..Millie..?”

“Just c’mon.” Millie slid her hand around her elbow and began to walk towards the elevator. The security guards followed.

“Wait,” Ara pulled her arm out of hers, “I can’t find my phone. I think I left it in the car. I need to call Ijichi–”

“Just don’t worry about it.” Millie hassled her into the elevator–nearly making Ara trip over her heels.

“What the fuck, Millie?” Ara asked harshly. She swiveled around to notice the security guards follow them inside the elevator and press a button to a floor she couldn’t see due to the guards’ huge stature blocking the way.

“I’m sorry, I just need you to be patient for a sec.”

Ara immediately refocused her attention to her, “Patient? What the fuck is going on? Do you even know where we are going?”

Millie pursed her lips and shrugged.

Ara raised a brow, “Are you good? I need my phone. I need to call Ijichi–or Gojo.”

Millie smacked her teeth, “Gojo? Are you still thinking about him right now? Just quit already–you're like a lovesick girlfriend.”

Ara glared, “What the hell? You know he’s the one on my ass all the time. He’s probably texted you already, asking about me.”

“Doesn’t he have your location?”

“Yeah but if I don’t text him often he gets pissy. You know this.”

Millie giggled, “Is he the girl in the relationship?”

Ara couldn’t help but chuckle, “You still want to date him?”

“Yes, especially if he gives me that credit card.”

Ara didn’t get the chance to respond because suddenly the elevator doors opened to reveal a lavishly adorned rooftop–everything pastel purple and white themed. Her favorite colors..

Suddenly the sound of confetti cannons went off, making her jump.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!”

Ara was pushed out the elevator by Millie to see several of her classmates waiting for her, hooting and hollering like animals. Pastel purple confetti everywhere. Shoko crushed her in a hug first.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” Shoko pulled back, beaming-it wasn’t hard to tell from the flush on her cheeks that she’d already started drinking.

Shoko’s eyes widened, before pinching her cheek, “You look soo good, girl. Damn.”

Ara blushed slightly, “Thank you.”

“No thank you,” Shoko placed a hand on her shoulder, “Seriously. You’re probably…” She paused, as if trying to find the right words, “one of the coolest people I’ve ever met.” she said with a firm nod.

Ara paused, “Really?”

“Yeah, you’re.. you. And you don’t let anyone else around you make you otherwise, I like that. You don’t let Gojo get his way all the time either, which is exactly what he needs. He needs to hear some no’s in his life. And get humbled. Lots of humbling.”

Shoko shook her head, smiling to herself as she continued, “It’s honestly refreshing to hear him complain about you.”

“He complains about me?”

Shoko laughed, “Little things like you refusing to go to an escape room with him or you forcing him to wear a seat belt ever since he nearly totaled that car.”

Ara refrained from rolling her eyes, she’d only seen a video of the 'almost' incident but he’d been two seconds away from smashing the car front first into a bridge and that was all she needed to witness to shut it down. She knew it’d be impossible to stop his chronic speeding but a seatbelt was the least she could do. It hadn’t even been his car either, it was Geto’s.

Shoko continued with a humorous smile, “He gets so upset when you don’t use his gifts.”

Ara’s eyes widened indignantly, “He gives me too many.”

“It’s honestly hilarious,” she chuckled before shrugging, “It’s stupid but like, lots of the girls he’s been with were honestly.. pushovers and it was highkey nauseating. You know how to handle him though.”

Ara opened her mouth slightly, intending to respond but.. 

Is that how it looks like? Stoic, studious Ara keeping fuckboy billionaire Gojo in line? She supposed only Millie knew of his possessiveness but then.. maybe to others it really did look like he was in line. He rarely did things without her, in fact he didn’t even party without her–out of his own accord. He listened to her every whim and desire and was almost desperate to do so—outside of bed.

Shoko patted her cheek, drawing her out of her thoughts, “I just hope he doesn’t do something stupid and lose you.”

She stared at Shoko’s sincere expression for a moment, feeling her heart tighten suddenly. She didn’t have much time to dwell on it though because the second Shoko let go of her shoulder, she went stumbling backwards.

Before Ara could even outstretch her hands Nanami appeared and caught Shoko a second before she truly toppled over. His arms slipped around her waist and she melted into him. Shoko mumbled something incoherent in his neck and a warm smile immediately bloomed on his face.

He glanced towards Ara, his kind smile widening, “She’s fine, I promise.”

She watched his hand caress Shoko’s short hair as he continued, “Happy birthday. I hope you like our gift. Ieiri went through a lot to make sure you liked it.”

Shoko placed her index finger on his lips, still keeping her face buried in his shoulder as she did this, “Don’t tell her what it is.”

“I didn’t!” he exclaimed.

Ara laughed only to suddenly be pulled into another hug. Then another and another. All of Shoko’s friends. Arden. Mina. Leah, they all wished her and updated her on random tea about their classmates that she could’ve lived without hearing but she didn’t mind. When the conversation turned to her outfit they showered her with such compliments she couldn’t help but feel bubbly inside–until Arden spoke.

“Listen, I don’t know about you guys but the second she stepped out that elevator my g-string got soaked.”

A short silence ensued and she added, “Just saying.”

Mina spoke, “Girl what.”

“It’s the bi in me.”

Leah laughed as Mina playfully shoved Arden. Ara shook her head, giggling under her breath as she turned around–only to run into Toji and Haibara.

Haibara beamed the second he saw her, “Birthday girl!!!!”

He outstretched his arms but quickly looked past her, seeming to notice something-or someone-and pretended to run his hand through his hair. Ara was too in her own head to notice. She hadn’t exactly been mentally prepared to see so many people.

Regardless, Haibara’s smile offered her a semblance of reassurance. He had that sort of aura-of a human teddy bear.

She returned his smile, “That’s me~”

He suddenly whipped out his phone, “Your reaction was so funny, look look. You really looked around trying to find out who’s birthday it was.”

Ara watched the video on his phone to see he was right. When everyone shouted happy birthday, she’d broken her neck to look everywhere and behind herself like a fool.

She moved his arm away to get the video out of her sight before she could over-analyze herself further. She hated being photographed, videoed or any of the like.

“That’s cuz I forgot it was my birthday.”

“You really forgot?” he asked.

“Yeah.” she shrugged. Her family never did anything on the day so-aside from a happy birthday text from Millie-it was just a regular day to her.

“Well,” Toji’s deep voice rumbled, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded, his dark hair swaying subtly as he did so. It should be illegal for his narrow green eyes to look as seductive as they did while merely maintaining eye contact.

“You look pretty.” he complimented. The words were simple, truly straightforward and yet his sensual voice made it feel like something more. No wonder women dropped like flies around his feet.

She raised her chin imperceptibly, “Thanks Toji.”

Out of all of Gojo’s friends, he was the one she least got along with. Maybe because they were both somewhat the quiet type but it was also because she wasn’t a fool.

She knew-given the chance-he’d rip her clothes off without a second's delay if she asked. He wouldn’t even care if Gojo came after him. He was just that sort of person. But even he with all his lingering stares and subtle seductive tactics wasn’t aware of Gojo’s limits—or moreso, the lack thereof.

She was forced to break their little staring contest when a hand suddenly grabbed her elbow and twirled her around. She was met with Millie’s sly grin and Geto standing a slight bit behind her. He greeted her with a small smile.

“Having fun?” Millie teased.

Ara tilted her head, “Did you set all this up?”

“I’m rich but not that rich,” she jutted her chin somewhere to her right, “That’s all him right there.”

Ara glanced over to see Gojo leaning against a railing, somewhat excluded from the others for a change. He looked like something straight out of a romance movie. His silky white hair had been pushed back, minus for the few unruly strands that hung over his forehead. He’d grown his hair out a bit-at her request-but she liked the way it looked more weighted at his nape, like a little mane.

He wore a simple black dress-shirt, untucked from his matching pants. The outfit was simple and yet the subtle contours of his tautly muscular frame made it all the more appealing. He was unbuttoning the top few buttons at his collar when he caught her gaze. The corner of his glossy lips immediately lifting upwards.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“He’s waiting for youuu.” Millie sang into her ear.

Ara was suddenly forced forward by Millie’s not-so-subtle push.

She walked towards him, feeling her breath grow shallow with each step. His eyes remained transfixed on her. She didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped to take her in from head to toe. When his eyes found hers again, a pale pink hue decorated his cheeks.

He straightened off the railing, “Hi kitten.”

She stopped right before him. A tiny smile finding its way to her lips, “Hey.”

He brought his arm around from behind himself to reveal a bouquet of white hibiscus flowers. Her favorite flower. She didn’t meet his eyes as he handed it to her.

“Satoru..”

“Don’t be mad at me,” he rushed out, “please.”

She glanced up at him.

“I know you don’t like people. That’s why I kept it small. I just.. had to do something. I had to. Especially after you told me you never did anything for your birthday before-I didn’t like it. You deserve to be celebrated-”

A small laugh left her lips, “I deserve to be celebrated?”

“Yes.” he replied indignantly.

She shook her head, “You worry about the oddest things.”

He blinked slowly, “..you hate this.”

“I would’ve been happy even if it was just us, y’know.” she replied gently.

His eyes widened for a moment before he hung his head, “I’m sorry.”

She set the flowers down on a nearby table before touching his arm, “I didn’t say I wasn’t happy now though.”

He lifted his head slightly, a hint of that boyish spark returning to his eyes. He searched her face, “..really?”

She nodded, “This is all.. really nice actually. No one’s ever surprised me before.”

The corner of his lip lifted tantalizingly, “You like it?”

She slipped her arms around his shoulders, “Only this once.”

His devilishly handsome smile returned in full force before he crushed her to himself. His strong arms tightening around her waist to lift her up as he kissed her. Her hands wound themselves in his hair as they kissed. She felt his heartbeat through his shirt and couldn’t help but smile against his lips. He’d been nervous and she couldn’t help but find it undeniably cute.

He lowered her to her feet but didn’t let her go, showering her face with kisses as she laughed.

She gently shoved his firm shoulders, “Toru, stop.”

He kissed her temple, still keeping her close as he whined, “I can’ttttt.”

One of his hands around her waist slid low to her ass, giving it a squeeze.

She glared up at him, “Satoru.”

He grinned.

“Alright lovebirds,” Millie’s familiar voice rang out from their left, drawing them out of their little bubble. “Now that you’re done sucking each other’s faces off, I need to take a picture with the birthday girl.”

She took Ara’s hand and walked her over to a lengthy, elaborate flower wall made solely of white hibiscus flowers. Ara gaped.

Millie shoved her phone in Gojo’s chest only for him to catch her wrist, “Milsss, don’t you think her boyfriend should get a pic with her first?”

“I’m her best friend.”

“So.”

“So?” Millie nearly yelled.

“I set this whole place up.”

“You mean the people you hired set this place up.”

“Same difference.”

“It’s most definitely not. Do you know what it took to get her here? She nearly bit my head off in the elevator.”

“Did she?” Ara could hear the grin in his voice.

“Yeah! It was hard as hell to sneak her phone from her too cuz you kept texting her..”

As they bickered, Ara couldn’t help but take a moment to look around. Some of her classmates were already taking pictures in front of the flower wall while others were at the drink table. Pouring themselves drink after drink as they meandered about. Laughter and music filling the air. And the view… the rooftop view was to die for. It was something she never could’ve imagined in a million lifetimes.

It was in moments like these where she’d wonder.. 

How did I get here?

Ara pulled the blanket up to Millie’s shoulders. She was passed out, like most of her classmates once they brought the party inside the penthouse suite of the hotel. It was nearly 5 am so she couldn’t blame them.

“Psst.”

Ara glanced over to see Gojo walking her way, a drink in hand. She knew he didn’t drink so..

“If that drink is for me then you can put it away.”

He grinned, “Nah it’s water.”

“Oh,” she took it from him and then took a sip, only to spit it out, “That’s vodka!”

“Eheheh,” She shoved him as he sat down on the couch beside her. He motioned towards Millie, “She’s out?”

Ara nodded, “She drank enough for everyone combined.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.”

Ara squinted, “You don’t even drink.”

“Shhh,” he slipped his hand into hers, “Can I steal you now?”

“For what?”

“I have to show you something.”

She was silent for a moment, “It’s too early for a prank.”

He grinned brightly, “It’s not a prank. I promise.”

a/n: continued in chapter 5 [ part III ]