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[occasionalclown]

Jujutsu Kaisen Lock Screens 👹

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[anglbunny]

VIDEO CALL

♡. calling them while they're away and they talk you through it, smut mdni, esex, voice kink? fingering, includes: gojo, yuta, sukuna

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GOJO SATORU

It always started the same.

You in bed, hair messy, pouty because he was gone again.

Him, shirtless in some expensive-ass hotel room, silver hair damp from a shower, his smug voice all static-laced and teasing through the speaker.

“Miss me?” he asked, grin lazy.

You nodded, tugging your hoodie over your bare thighs. “Always do.”

He hummed, camera shifting a bit. You caught a glimpse of his abs, that low V-line disappearing into a towel slung too low, and suddenly your breath hitched.

“What?” he said, tone dipped. “You’re staring.”

“Can’t help it,” you mumbled. “You’re hot.”

That made him smirk. A slow, dangerous smirk.

His phone shifted, propped up now, hands-free, like he was settling in.

“Take it off.”

Your breath caught. “W-What?”

“The hoodie, baby,” he said, voice softer now. “Be a good girl for me. You always are.”

Your cheeks burned as you tugged the hoodie up and off. Just your panties underneath — no bra — and his breath caught when he saw you.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You're so pretty like this. Lay back for me.”

You did — slowly, letting your thighs spread just a little. The screen glowed with his eyes on you, darker now, hungry.

“Move the phone down. Just a little. I wanna see you.”

Your fingers trembled as you propped the phone against your pillow, angling it down just enough to catch the curve of your hips and the dip between your legs.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he whispered. “Now… touch yourself.”

Your heart pounded.

His voice stayed low, steady. Talking you through every move.

“Start slow. Two fingers. Just trace, don’t go in yet. I wanna see how wet you are.”

You bit your lip, obeying — and he groaned when he saw the slick shine on your fingers.

“Already that wet for me, huh? Just from hearing my voice?”

You nodded, shy.

“Okay, baby. Circle your clit. Slow, like how I do it. That’s right—fuck—you look so good.”

You let out a shaky moan, hips twitching, trying to keep still for him. His voice kept you grounded.

“Go inside now. Nice and slow. Curl your fingers like I do, yeah? Fuck, you’re so tight, look at the way she's clenching, princess.”

He was palming himself now — under the towel, slow strokes, breathing getting heavier.

“Wish I was there to stretch you out. Mouth on your pussy, fingers deep. You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yeah,” you whimpered. “Want you so bad, Satoru.”

“Keep going. Don’t stop. Rub your clit with your other hand, that’s it. I wanna watch you cum for me.”

You were close now — body trembling, legs tightening, moans getting louder.

“Cum for me, baby,” he groaned, jerking himself harder now. “Cum so I can hear how pretty you sound when I’m not even there.”

And you did — a soft cry, body arching off the bed, thighs trembling as your orgasm hit. He moaned your name right after, biting his knuckles, hips stuttering under the towel.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Just heavy breathing, soft smiles.

“You always listen so well,” he murmured. “Next time I’m back, I’m doing all of that for real.”

You giggled, lazy and warm.

“Next time,” you whispered. “I won’t let you leave.”

YUTA OKKOTSU

It starts innocent.

Late-night call.

You're in bed, wrapped up in your sheets, wearing the hoodie he left behind last week. Yuta’s in his dorm, hair messy, cheeks pink, smiling through the screen like he’s just happy to see your face.

“I can’t sleep,” you pout.

“Me either,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

He looks tired. Soft. Voice raspy. And when the screen shifts, you realize—

He’s shirtless.

And yeah, you’ve seen him like that before, but not when it’s this late, not when you’re missing him this much, not when your thighs are already clenched and your heart’s beating too fast.

You don’t even mean to do it.

Your hand just drifts.

Under the blanket.

Between your legs.

Fingers rubbing slow as your eyes stay locked on his. your moans are quiet but he hears

“…Wait,” he says softly. “Are you…?”

You bite your lip.

“Mhm.”

His breath hitches.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares — wide-eyed, flushed, lips parted. Then, barely above a whisper:

“Is that… for me?”

You nod.

“Yuta… I miss you so much.”

He swallows hard.

“C...Can I see?”

You don’t even hesitate. You shift the camera just a little — enough to show your hand slipping under the hem of your sleep shorts, fingers dipping into slick heat.

“Oh my god…”

His voice is wrecked.

“You’re so wet—was that from just hearing my voice?”

“You always make me like this…”

That gets him.

Yuta shifts, sets the phone against his desk, sits back, and you catch it — the way his hand brushes his waistband, the way he can’t tear his eyes off you now.

“You’re moving your fingers too fast,” he says. “Try… slower. Just like I do when we’re together.”

You listen — because of course you do — and that’s when he really breaks.

“You look so pretty like this… all needy, just for me…”

Your back arches. You whimper.

“Yuta—gonna cum—”

“Cum for me. Please. I need to hear it.”

You moan so loud, and he swears under his breath, biting his lower lip like he’s about to fall apart just from watching. and he does, he finishes over his hand, whimpering under his breath, trying to keep quiet.

You’re gasping his name when it hits, chest heaving, body shaking, and all you hear from him is a soft, stunned—

“You’re so beautiful.”

And when you finally stop shaking and look up again, he’s blushing like crazy.

“I-I didn’t mean to say all that out loud…”

“Say it again,” you whisper.

“I liked it.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA

You didn’t mean to call him.

You were bored. Lonely. In bed in your oversized shirt and nothing else. He was supposed to be out of town — some cursed mission that had him gone for four nights already — and you were miserable.

You meant to just text. But your finger slipped.

And suddenly the screen lit up with his face, smirking and shirtless, tattoos peeking out from his collarbones, voice lazy and laced with heat.

“Well well… what’s with the face, princess?”

Your lips parted.

He was lying back on crisp hotel sheets, hand behind his head, abs on full display, sweatpants dangerously low. His hair was messy. His eyes? Starving.

“Miss me that much?”

You exhaled. “Maybe.”

“That a yes?”

You rolled onto your back, clutching your phone, biting your lip. “Yeah.”

And that look crossed his face — that dark glint that meant he was about to eat you alive.

“Show me.”

Your heart pounded. “What?”

“Don’t play stupid. You called me, and i know exactly why.”

“So show me.”

You gasped — but you didn’t say no.

Phone shaking, you propped it lower. Just enough to show the hem of your shirt barely covering your thighs. His eyes flicked down, jaw flexing.

“Tch. You’re already wet, aren’t you?”

You whimpered. He knew.

“Touch yourself. Right now.”

You obeyed — sliding your hand down slowly, fingers brushing your clit just enough to make you twitch.

“No teasing. I’m not there to punish you, so do it right. I want you messy.”

You bit your lip, rubbing tight, fast circles, legs spreading wider.

“That’s it. Let me hear you.”

And you did. Moaning his name so softly it made his breath catch.

“Two fingers in. You know how deep I go—show me you remember.”

You moaned, hips lifting as you slid them in, curling exactly the way he did when he made you sob into the sheets.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled. “So fucking desperate. I’d have your face in the mattress if I was there. You think your fingers compare to mine?”

“N-No…”

“That’s right. But I’ll let you cum. Just once. So say thank you.”

Your voice shook. “T-Thank you..”

“Louder.”

“Thank you, ryo- oh- fuck!”

“That’s my good fuckin’ girl.”

You came with a cry, legs trembling, fingers still deep inside as your phone caught every second of it — every moan, every shiver, every whimper of his name.

You slumped back against your pillows, dazed. But he wasn’t done.

“You think I’m letting you off that easy?”

“Get your ass up. I’m not hanging up until I see you cum again. On your knees this time.”

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/N: kinda repetitive but idc, was thinking about yuta cause omds hes so fine. this probably made no sense cause i was half asleep making this.

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[angelltheninth]

Hi! Can we have a JJK men reacts to their gf wanting/asking a headlock from them? 🤭 (cuz big strong biceps 💪🏻) Thank you!

Well I did start working out more lately, would like to put them in a headlock.

Pairing: Yuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Yuta Okkotsu x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, banter, headlock, prank, slightly suggestive, kissing

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A/N: They all want to wrap you up in their powerful beefy arms. There.

Yuji chuckles when you ask him to put you in a headlock, thinking that you weren't being serious. When he realizes you were he's more than happy to fulfill his girlfriend's request. He's always been in a good shape, but since he became a Sorcerer he's put in even more thought into his training so he knows he could put you in a headlock easily. As he puts you in a headlock he flexes his biceps, taking the opportunity to show off so close to you.

Sukuna has four arms so he can put you in a headlock for times in four different ways. More than happy to do so because he feels like he can show his power over his woman, show you how easy you are to subdue. You asked for it yourself but as soon as he gets you into a headlock he gloats about it like it was his idea and grins down at you triumphantly. When he sees you blushing and grinning at him he bends down and captures your lips in a heated kiss, further showing how much power he has over you.

Megumi feels like the requests is really silly and honestly he doesn't really want to do it. However you are very persistent in getting him to do it, asking over and over again, annoying him to the point where the only way to shut you up is to put you in a headlock. You laugh as he pins you down onto the bed, his arm around your neck, just holding you in place. While he still doesn't see why this is fun for you he's happy that he could make you laugh, as strange of a woman as you are.

Gojo laughed when you asked him to put you in a headlock, but not because he meant to make fun of you. Not that he would ever make fun of his girlfriend, but he will point out how cute it is when you ask him with such a big grin on your face. He doesn't think he's the most muscular man out there so he doesn't know how well this will work or how much you'll enjoy it. As he puts you in a he kisses your cheek really quick, making you smile even more, maybe more than the headlock itself.

Nanami always knew you were a weird girl with weird tastes, ever since you were in school together. Up until this point he was sure that your weirdness wouldn't extend to your relationship with him and apparently he was wrong. Hearing you ask this of him is odd but it's nothing hurtful, so he will gladly do so. Kisses you as soon as you thank him for it, you're too damn cute for your own good a lot of the time, but as long as you're this cute only around him it's not that much of a problem.

Geto shrugs as you ask him, it's not really something he thought about doing before but he isn't opposed to making his girlfriend happy through whatever means. And if it unlocks something new and enjoyable for you to do in the bedroom it's even better. He can already see how this move could be used in bed, to keep you close to him. But right now he keeps it gentle, the pressure around your neck is certianly there but he would never hurt you intentionally, without you asking.

Choso blushes at your request and was very close to telling you no until you promised to kiss him in return. You sure do like to abuse the girlfriend privileges you have, he might have to become more resistant to that. Lightly he puts his arm around you, asking how much he should squeeze, he's trying to be so careful with you. He didn't even notice that you asked him to this in front of mirror and take a picture to put it as your new lock screen until he sees it hours later.

Toji puts you in a headlock as soon as you ask him, and it kind of becomes his favorite way to hug you. The height difference between you two has always been a thing, but now that he has you up against him it's even more prominent. He always knew he had the best, hottest, cutest woman as his girlfriend. A headlock is less of a show of power for him, it could have been were you his enemy, but as it stands it's a cute thing he does for you, which he will actually deny if you point it out for him.

Yuta feels like it's not quite the request he would think would come out of your mouth but when you asked him he got pretty bashful about it. The only way he will do this is if he can also cuddle with you while he does it, so he makes himself comfortable on your couch and lifts his arm. His arm was barely in the air for a few seconds and you were already pressing against his chest so he could lock his arm around you. You're a strange girl but you're his girl, and there's nothing he would change about you.

[madamechrissy]

=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- Medical procedures, crazy sexual tension, lots of cussing, light angst, tons of humor, workplace relationship, the hospital is lowkey slutty lol. Reader 26, Dr. Gojo 34, small age gap- Grey's vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Word Count- this chap- 7.5k

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

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♡ Part Two ♡

“Doctor, you should call it. The time of death.” Comes Miwa’s voice, soft and sweet, as you’re pumping your hands tirelessly over this woman’s chest.

The woman had a damn baby right in the hospital nursery, having had a placental abruption, they had gotten the baby out in time on the maternity ward, but then she lost too much blood, and they’d brought her here. You've pumped countless times, your elbows are locked, your arms are aching, there are tears sticking to your cheeks that you don’t know where they came from.

You’re counting, one, two, three… to thirty, then scowl up at the nurse assistant now. “She’s not dead yet, now do the breaths!”

The assistant squeezes the blue bottle, frowning at you in concern. “It’s been three minutes, the patient is likely gone.”

“Don’t tell me to just give up on her. I won’t. Charge em up.” You turn and say to Miwa now, and she sighs. “I said…” You’re pumping so hard you feel her ribcage just barely crack, but you can’t stop, she’s flat lined and she has a damn baby. “I said charge them. Thirty joules! C’mon, Yula…”

The patient’s name was Yula, her name was Yula.

You keep repeating it to yourself as you work over her, hopelessly staring at the screen, praying to see a blip, to see anything. You’ve already had to call time of death for patients, but something in this got you, in knowing that the baby wouldn’t even know her own mother. In knowing that she got here just in time to save her baby, only to fall unconscious.

You’re nearing four minutes, you realize with a panic, and you notice Miwa has not charged the paddles. “Doctor, you should-”

“Are you telling your doctor what to do?” You demand, breathless, and she pouts then, thin brows drawing together.

“If she says charge them, fucking charge them. Thirty joules, now.” Comes Doctor Gojo’s voice, deep and stern, as he steps into the room, glaring over at Miwa, who now suddenly decides that she will charge the paddles. You’d roll your eyes if you weren’t compressing over and over on Yula, exhaustion already setting in.

“Thank you, Dr. Gojo.” You manage, trembling with your effort, and he gently pushes you out of the way, you shake out your numb arms.

“You get the paddles, intern, okay. How long?” He asks.

“Almost four minutes, Gojo, she's crazy!” Miwa says. Your jaw clenches.

“Did I ask you anything?” He demands then, and the room goes silent, Gojo looks right at you, seriously, when you get the paddles and then he moves his hands, as you shock Yula’s chest now.

A blip.

“Please, please…” You whisper, choking up, and then the blip dies off. “She just had two blood transfusions, we need to-”

“Doctor, she’s been at it too long.” Miwa says. “She’s going to have no brain function if we go one more minute.”

“So we give her one more minute!” You shout at her, you never shout, you never break this composure you try to have, but you’re exhausted, weak, thank god Gojo’s pumping over her, his strong arms working faster than even you could.

“Hey, intern, look at me.” You look at Gojo then, at his pretty face as he’s working over her, his white hair falling over his forehead, he nods at the paddles. “Just breathe, yeah? Charge them to forty five.”

“Yes, Sir.” You manage, taking a breath, then you open your eyes, and look at the screen one more time, taking the defibrillator paddles, and shocking her chest, her entire body jolts. The room is dead silent, then you hear it, a heartbeat, a pulse on that machine, a steady beep… beep… beep…

You start sobbing in relief, uncaring what anyone thought at that moment. Doctor Gojo checks for signs of brain activity, rubbing her throat then, feeling her pulse. He grins at you, brightening that room with those glinting white teeth. He gestures for you to come over now, as Yula barely opens her eyes, gasping for breath then, leaning up on her elbows.

“What… where’s my baby?” She whispers, her lips are blue, but she’s talking, cognizant, aware. You feel chills through your body, goosebumps you rub gingerly with sore arms.

The first thing she asks, her baby. She’s gonna be a damn good mom, and she gets to be a mom. You push back thoughts of your own mom, taking a breath to finally speak.

“Your baby is nice and healthy, she’s strong. Like her mom.” You say softly, holding her hand delicately in your own, the nurses are unhooking her from the plugs in the wall, wrapping tubes and wires now, so that they can take her to get checked on Doctor Gojo’s orders.

“Oh thank goodness, oh…” She’s blinking tears now, and she looks to Doctor Gojo, who is smiling softly at her.

“She saved your life.” Gojo says, and you shake your head.

“He did, truly.”

“Well, a little, but mostly her.” He nudges you a bit playfully, and she’s smiling, holding her hands out to both of you.

“Thank you both so, so much. Thank you.” The nurses who all were not listening are quiet now, but you don’t blame them, many of them have done this for years, and you were new.

But something feels so good knowing she is okay, that she will live to see her baby, a fucking rush knowing you saved her, that Doctor Gojo had helped you, despite you going against certain protocol. You look up at him now, and his lips part as he studies you, seriously.

“We will get you to some tests, then you can hold your baby. How’s that sound, Miss Yula?” Satoru says, turning his attention to her, and she nods, grinning so big. She’s pale, she looks weak, but she’s strong and she’s alive.

“Thank you both so much. I can’t wait to meet my baby! Was it a…” Your heart pounds now, realizing she didn’t even see the baby yet.

“It’s a boy. You will see him very soon.” They wheel her away, Miwa is about to leave when Gojo pauses her.

“You will not do that again, I don’t care if she’s new, she is your doctor. Do you understand?” He asks, he’s quiet, so no one hears, and she is blinking back tears now, lip trembling.

“You’re being mean to me.” You try not to scoff, acting like you can’t hear a thing she says, Satoru doesn’t hide his scoff.

“Mean? It’s lives we’re talking about, not personal things.” He says, dropping his voice even quieter, as you work on putting in orders for medicines for Yula, you pretend you don’t hear, but something in you is curious.

“She’s insane.”

Ouch.

“She’s my best intern, and I like insane.” You can’t lie about how elated you are when you hear him. Doctor Gojo might come off as silly, or goofy, but he was the best, and the praise meant so much, even if insane may not be a compliment, from him it seemed like one. “How many times have I pulled a stunt like that?”

“You’re Doctor Gojo.”

“She went through the same schooling, she earned her place here. I am disappointed. I’ll have to assign you elsewhere if you keep on with it, you’ve repeatedly not listened to her. Understood?”

She looks at you, then looks down, nodding. “I get it, fine… but, can I see you later?” Her voice drops another octave, just a breath really.

“I’m busy today, but just know I’m not mad at you, okay? Just you need to trust her judgment, I only brought the best here.” He has his hands on her shoulders gently, she nods, then walks by you.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just seen… a lot of situations where that doesn’t work.” She says, and you shake your head.

“It’s okay, I am kind of batshit crazy to keep going so long. I think I really… because of the baby…”

“I understand. I’ll trust you next time.” She whispers, giving you a little hug now, surprising you. “You saved her.”

“Thank you, Miwa.” You give her a little smile as she leaves, and it’s just you and Satoru now, as the heavy hospital door slams shut. Satoru has his hands in the pockets of his white lab coat, leaning against the counter of the hospital room, looking at you. “I know, I know… I was reckless.”

“Completely reckless, and honestly she’s right. You’re insane.” He says, you flush then, looking down.

“Is this going to fuck up my chance to scrub in? I’m so sorry-”

“Why did you go so hard?” He’s suddenly right in front of you, the pounding of adrenaline racing through your body makes you overheated, lightheaded, to the point you feel a little dizzy.

“She just had that baby, Satoru. Fuck… Gojo. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind.” He brushes your hair back, it’s fallen out of its bun. “You want me to fix your hair?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I asked if you wanted me to.” You nod then, turning, and Satoru is taking your hair out of your bun now, gathering it gently. “So you wanted to try insane shit because she had a baby?”

“Yes. Sorry I’m such a mess.”

“You just gave four hundred compressions, you should be a mess. Now, is it just because you love babies so much?” He asks, long fingers massaging your scalp, you can’t help but shut your eyes. It feels so good.

“I do love babies, but no. My mother died having me, from the same thing, placental abruption. I was in the NICU for a long, long time. My dad had to care for me alone, poor guy had no clue what to do. I snapped, honestly, it wasn’t professional in any way, Gojo.”

He’s quiet, as he fixes your hair back up, now his big, sure hands are massaging your sore arms, you exhale, tilting your neck side to side. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I never knew her. All I have are stories, I never even got held in her arms, just like Yula’s baby would have been.” Your voice is hoarse, your body is tired, you feel his gentle touch and crave more of it.

“You call your patients their names, not ‘patient’.”

“Yes. They have names, we should use them. Don’t you?”

“I do. But… you know that you are letting your emotions guide you, rather than your brain.”

“I’m so sorry-”

“I like that.”

“What now!?” You turn to look at him in shock, and he’s very serious, more serious than you’re used to seeing him. Even in surgery, his confidence carried over, and he could crack jokes as you would watch him through the glass. You were always amazed by that, the confidence, the skill, the ability to laugh even.

“I like that you said fuck protocol and tried your best to save someone, shit that’s why I’m as good at what I do as I am. I said fuck all these rules. Sometimes saving someone means trusting your gut.” He’s tilting your chin up, and for some insane moment you want to kiss him, is it the adrenaline, is it his praise, is it your heart racing so much you’re stupid?

You eye his plush lips, barely registering his words.

“You like that I’m too emotional? Isn’t that the opposite of what I’m supposed to be as a doctor?” You whisper, and he shakes his head then, leaning close.

“You’re unique, special. I find you intriguing actually, and exactly what I want in an intern. I’ll have to cover for your ass though with Yaga.”

“Ugh, I know.” You sigh now. “You’re about to take over as chief of surgery, aren’t you? I don’t want to fuck anything up.”

“Nah, no worries there, I have been getting away with shit for eight years. I’m the best so they do whatever the fuck I want to keep me.” He smirks, and you smile up at him, enjoying the close proximity far too much. “You owe me.”

“Anything! Oh, nothing pervy.”

His lips quirk up. “How dare you assume.”

“Well, Miwa is probably upset, you may not get a bj.” He snorts then, dropping your chin and rolling his pretty blue eyes.

“She absolutely was in the wrong to question you, and she knows. As for… well we don’t have a relationship, I don’t really date.”

You raise a brow curiously. “You just fuck?”

“Lots of fucking.” You snort, shaking your head.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You should try it, you’re too stiff, you should loosen up.”

“Bet you- actually, you know what, no. I’m too happy to argue. Maybe I should go relieve some stress, shit.” Gojo laughs again, and you giggle now. “I’m losing my mind at this career.”

“That’s what good doctors do.” He taps your nose.

“Why do you do that?” You ask curiously.

“You’re cute when it scrunches up. Now, I want you to go out to eat with me sometime, that’s all I ask.” You sigh, tilting your head.

“Why, you’re Dr. Hojo, you can have anyone go out to eat with you, and do much more than I would, I’m sure.”

“Maybe I just wanna know what makes you tick, intern. Especially now that I saw you in action like that.” You nervously bite your lip, as you think of just being around him outside of this hospital, what would that even be like?

“Sure, we can go out to eat some time. Are you going to the party tomorrow?” You ask, and he nods.

“I’ll be there to make it fun. Now, you go put in your notes, I’ll go mitigate this with Yaga before it blows up.” He gently rubs your shoulder, walking past you now towards the door.

“Doctor Gojo?” He turns then. “Thank you, so much.”

Satoru smiles at you, nodding his head a bit. “You’re welcome intern, you owe me though, I’ll be annoying you about it.”

“Can’t wait.” You tease, he chuckles as he walks by, you nearly collapse, so overwhelmed, plopping down into the rolling chair and covering your face.

You saved someone. That eclipses it all, this is what you wanted to do, always, to save people, like your mom that day. No, not everyone is going to get saved, but if you can just do your fucking best, you feel good. You look at your watch, only one hour left of this insane day.

The night of the party

You’re rushing to get out of the hospital, to hurry and get to the party Maki, Yuta and Toge have started without you. You brought party clothes with you, so you quickly change into the outfit, a slinky little red dress that glitters even under the icky fluorescent lights above. You run over to the mirror, slathering on some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss.

You then dig through your bag, retrieving a brush, running it through your hair and attempting to look human, to look…

“Damn, intern, you look hot.” Gojo’s voice comes behind you, you gasp, jerking and dropping the brush, it clatters to the floor. He smirks at you.

“You scared me, shit!” He bends down, grabbing your brush, and for a moment his breath hits your bare thighs, you tremble as he looks up at your bare legs, taking his time to stand.

“Nice stems.” He says, you roll your eyes, snatching up the brush.

“Oh hush.” You turn, running it through your hair once more, peering at Gojo’s reflection, feeling how small you are compared to him in that mirror. “You bringing Miwa to the party?”

“She’ll be there I’m sure, but I told you, we aren’t dating. One blow job doesn’t make a girlfriend.”

“Only one, hmm? You have more stones to collect.” He chuckles, shaking his head, you turn then, slinging your bag over your shoulder, far too close to him. “God, you always smell good.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing!” You panic, shoving past him, and he is grinning far too big now, taking off his white lab coat, revealing those strong muscles, veins popping out under the pale skin, and since when are veins attractive!?

Everything about him is.

Be immune to the charm.

“I wanna show you something before you go, can you wait just a second? Or so eager to get to the party?” He asks, going to his locker, sliding off his shirt, your throat goes dry, you look quickly away.

“Just eager to make sure they don’t destroy my house.”

“Are you giving me a tour of your room?”

“No infinity stones to be found here.” He snorts, you look back and see him in his boxers, looking away again.

“All right, I’m decent. You’re cute when you blush.”

“I’m just… overheated.”

“Uh huh.” You look to see him now, as he shuts his locker and he’s wearing a dark blue dress shirt, black slacks and boots, he runs a brush through his hair, you’re entranced as his silky strands slide through so effortlessly. “There, all done, how do I look?”

“You look good, Gojo. You always do though.”

“Sure do.” You can’t help but laugh, he’s ridiculous. He grabs his wallet, shoving it in his pocket, holding out a hand. You look at it. “Come on.”

“Oh, fine. It better be good I’m already running late.” You put your hand in his, and he drags you down several halls, until you’re both in an elevator, still holding hands, you pull yours away, glaring at him. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Gojo.”

“Ouch, you wound me, mean little intern.” He puts a hand on his chest. “I’m so offended, I didn’t say that to you!”

“You fuck whoever, and that’s cool, I get it. You’re hot, and this job is stressful as shit.”

“You think I’m hot, hmm?” He leans close, far too close, you glare at him again, pushing on his chest, ignoring how good his muscles feel under your palms.

“You know you are.”

“Yeah, I do. And of course I wanna fuck you, look at you. But I also just want to… get to know you.” He cups your face, and your eyes shut for just a moment. “I know you’re a goodie goodie.”

“Am not.”

“So you’re freaky?”

“You won’t find out.”

“Oh no?”

“Nope.” He leans closer, and your chin tilts up, lips just a breath from him, so close you taste his sweet breath.

“Then why do you look like you wanna kiss me so bad, intern?” He murmurs, you lean even closer, before the elevator stops, and you step back, struggling to compose yourself, turning away. “Aw, you okay?”

“Fuck you, Dr. Hojo.”

He laughs once more. “Come on, I’ll stop teasing.”

“You’re such an ass.” You huff, stomping out, then pausing when you realize where you are. “The maternity ward?”

He smiles, hand now gently holding your inner arm, you ignore how good his hand feels on your bare skin. “I think you should see something.”

Soon he’s led you to a room, then you see them.

Yula holding her little baby.

“Oh my god.” You smile up at him, he studies you carefully, nodding over to where they’re sitting in the hospital bed.

“Go say hi, you deserve it.” His hand is at the small of your back, as you walk inside the room, Gojo stays at the doorway, watching you. Yula lights up when she sees you, grinning so big.

“You downplayed what you did, everyone is calling you a miracle worker, Doctor.” She says to you, you shake your head, stopping in front of them, looking at the beautiful baby boy, his cherubic little cheeks hollowing as he sucks on a bright blue binkie, then you look back at Yula.

“It was nothing, just my job.”

“No, it wasn’t nothing. If not for you… I…” She blinks back tears now, and you barely hold in your own.

“Don’t upset yourself, please. You have been through a lot, mama.”

“You should hold him!” Yula says.

“Me? I…”

“Here.” She sits up carefully, and you pick up the little boy, Yula smiles at Gojo and waves him in. “His name is Gojo.”

“What?” Gojo blinks a bit himself, coming to stand beside you and looking down at him, Gojo carefully brushes the baby’s cheek, his hands bigger than the little baby almost. You smile up at him, and for a moment, your eyes lock, then you both flush, looking away. “After me?”

“Yes, you were amazing. I’d have named it after you if it was a girl!”

“Oh, goodness. He is handsome, huh Gojo?” You coo to the baby, Gojo’s hand again comes to the small of your back, he is leaning over your shoulder, looking down at the bundle in your arms.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Knowing you did a good thing here.” He murmurs in your ear, and you nod then, smiling back at him.

“Thank you for this, Gojo. And thank you, Yula.”

“Thank you both, you're getting Christmas gifts from me.” You both laugh softly, saying your goodbyes, and when the elevator closes again, you let the little tears fall. Satoru swipes at them, and you sigh.

“Fuck it.” You yank him down by his shirt, kissing his lips, expecting it to feel nice, or good… but instead, it’s electrifying, as if little shocks are radiating throughout your entire body. Satoru exhales, deepening the kiss, pressing you against the wall, hands at your waist, peering back to look down at you, to take a breath.

“Fuck…” He murmurs softly, brushing your cheek with his long fingers, running a thumb over your lower lip. “What did I do to earn something that sweet?”

“You did a lot for me. Thank you.” He kisses your lips again, but now his tongue slips in, and you feel desire pooling in your core, especially when his hands are trailing up your sides, and his tongue is dancing with yours. You pull back, gasping. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t fucking apologize. Please.” He kisses you deeper now, and you lose yourself for that moment, his teeth on your bottom lip, your arms wrapping around his neck as he bends low. Your hands entwine in that silky hair, the hair you have wondered how good would feel under your fingers, his thigh coming between your thighs. “Oh my god…”

“Mmm.” You whine out, pathetic, hips arching up, and you feel him, his hard thigh, those hands overtaking you, tasting him, a hand enwrapping in your hair.

“You’re so hot there…” He murmurs, a hand sliding down your tummy, making it tremble, and you are questioning everything, until the elevator dings, and you both pull away quickly, but Satoru looks completely affected, eyes dilated, his breaths heavy as they come out, mirroring you.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Yeah you should have.”

“No… but thank you. Really.” You touch his shoulder gently. “I will not be an infinity stone.”

“Think you’d be the whole gauntlet.”

“Oh whatever. Forget that, please.”

“No way.”

You both are walking out to your cars then, you’re fucking insane, you kissed Satoru Gojo, your boss! You kissed him. He’s walking you to your car now, opening your door, and you can barely meet his pretty eyes, so embarrassed. “I really shouldn’t have done that.”

“You were feeling something, emotions, gratitude… attraction.” He practically says the word like a caress, you feel it physically. “More probably. What’s wrong with feeling things?” He asks then, and you sigh.

“Feeling things for someone who you can’t be with, that sounds like torture.”

“Is it all that?”

“Yes. You should… forget it.”

“I’m not forgetting it. I’ll see you there?” You nod, shy as fuck now, surprised at yourself, touching your lips when you shut the car door, his kiss is lingering on your lips, like some drug you crave.

You gasp when he’s still standing there, grinning at you through your window. You roll it down, scowling. “Go on!”

“You were thinking about it.” He says in a sing-song voice.

“Was not!”

“Mmm, naughty intern-”

You rev up your loud ass car. “Can’t hear you!” He’s grinning far too big when you drive off, heart pounding.

You kissed your boss, and now you’re going to a party with him?

You have lost your mind?

“Bitch, you look so hot.” Maki runs over to you, shoving a questionable red solo cup in your hands, making you wince.

“Bad memories. You look hot too!” You kiss her cheek now, as there are people all over your house, dancing, laughing, most of whom you have no clue who they are. Some loud bass music is blaring, and it’s giving you a bit of a headache, but the energy is good, and you can see your roommates enjoying themselves.

Yuta is taking shots with Toge, you both walk over as Maki takes a sip from her own cup, her eyes sparkling. “Drink it!”

“Oh fine.” You take a sip, feeling the sweet, fruity drink. At first it’s fine, but then you can feel the burn of the alcohol. “Not bad.”

“Yeah, yeah, chug it bitch.”

“No!”

“Then take shots, pretty.” Yuta says, and you giggle, shaking your head. “What, you look pretty? Both of you do.”

“Pretty.” Toge says, blush on his cheeks when you kiss one, then Yuta’s.

“Aww thank you all.” Toge runs off then, leaving you confused, staring at Yuta and Maki who are whispering to each other. “What’d I do!?”

“He’s got it bad.” Maki says, seriously.

“What? No.”

“He does, poor guy. No chance.” Yuta says, you sigh.

“You all are silly, he does not. I would know, I live with him. He’s just a little… shy sometimes.”

“Exactly. You’re so evil to men.” You stick your tongue out at Yuta.

“Whatever! Am not.” You sip your drink, it starts tasting less biting as the alcohol warms your tummy.

“You’re mean as shit to Gojo. He’s got puppy dog eyes for you.” Maki says, as Satoru now walks in, Suguru right next to him.

“He has eyes for everyone.” You flush then, remembering the elevator vividly, as Satoru’s eyes catch yours across the room. “He’s my boss. Our boss.”

“The entire hospital is fucking.” Maki says, earning your look at her and Yuta, your eyes narrowing, assessing how close they are. “Not us!”

“Oh, you two so are. Since when!?” They both flush and look away, you cross your arms now, leaning forward. “In my house, terrible children.”

“Fuck off, you’re not our mom.” Maki sticks her tongue out.

“How long!”

“Like two weeks, chill.” Yuta clears his throat.

“I see something… over there.” Is all he says, then he leaves, and you scooch closer to Maki now.

“I tell you something, you tell me.”

You lean close, looking back at Satoru, Miwa is bouncing over to him, but for some reason he keeps looking at you, eyes shouldn’t be so intense you see them across the whole living room and dining room!? You have a pretty big house, but it seems small with this many people, overheating the area.

“Fine, we’ve had sex a lot, but only for a couple weeks, we’re not labeling it anything.”

“Oh…” You struggle to understand how your best friends are… hooking up. It doesn’t surprise you completely, though. “Not dating?”

Maki rolls her green eyes. “It doesn’t always have to be a relationship, you’re so old school.”

“Am not. I just… have a five date rule or so.”

“Bet Doctor Hojo breaks it.”

“Maki!”

“Time for your secret, and a shot.” She pours you both tequila, you shiver as you remember college with Maki, the amount of nights you’d both held each other’s hair as you got sick. “Don’t wuss out, you’re the hero doctor now.”

“Am not at all. Fine, bottoms up.” You both take shots down your throat, biting on your lemons now. “Blegh.”

“Baby.”

“I won’t tell you then!” You hiss, and she yanks you to her.

“You will!”

“Oh fine. I kissed him, there I said it.” You whisper, looking around fervently, as if someone can hear you whisper over booming music, Maki barely hears you, but she sees your gaze darts to Satoru, and his gaze hits you.

“Oh fuck… that’s so messy, you gonna hit it?” You shush her as he starts to walk toward you all, luckily he keeps getting stopped, everyone loves Doctor Gojo and him and Doctor Geto are getting swarmed by nurses and interns.

“No, no… it was a kiss. Maki he was so great to me yesterday, I think I really like him, but I can’t.”

“You can, just gotta be careful babes.”

“No, he’s… Maki he’s a slut.”

“Rude.” Sartoru says then, and you nearly spit out your drink, coughing then, Maki’s grin is huge, she pushes her glasses up, eyeing Gojo then.

“Hey Dr. Hunk.”

“It’s Dr. Hojo.” You glare at her, and Satoru slings an arm around your shoulders, lanky limbs overtaking you.

“She’s mean as hell, your bestie.” He says to Maki.

“She is, that's why I love her. Hmm, you should have shots with us!”

“Sounds good-”

“What, no!”

“Why? Scared I’ll out drink you?” He asks.”

“You absolutely could, I suck at drinking.”

“Even better, loosen you up-”

“Shots!” Maki hands you both shot glasses now, and you both down them, Satoru then bites a lemon and it’s far too sexy how he does, you feel your tummy clench just watching him suck one. “Hmm, I see… something over there.”

Maki dips now, leaving you alone with Satoru, and you don’t even know what to say, so nervous next to him. You keep looking at his lips, then down, and he surely notices, as they curl into a smirk. “You gonna give me the tour, pretty?”

“Pretty, thought I was just ‘intern’ to you.”

“You’re pretty, very pretty, little intern.” Satoru bars you against the counter now, and your hips shift side to side. “Aw, excited?”

“Shush. People can see!”

“Everyone’s fucking in this hospital.”

“No kidding.” You pout as you look at Yuta and Maki. “Some right in my own damn house.”

“You’re like an angry mom.”

“Hey!” You shove at him now, and then you see him sip a drink, watch that adam’s apple bob, and fuck…

Gojo’s gorgeous, and you haven’t had any in forever.

Usually you’re good, a nice smut story and a vibrator, but he does something to you, that makes you forget who you are, where you are. You still ease out of his trap now, sighing and shaking your head. “Not here.”

“Oh, not here? Are you planning on seducing me, intern?”

“Psh, you wish. I mean… we can talk somewhere else.”

“Talk, huh. That’s what the twenty somethings call it.”

“You’re so ridiculous, ugh… I mean… talk. Will Miwa get mad?” You ask, and he rolls his eyes.

“You really seem to think a blow job equals dating.”

“Yeah, well she’s already not a fan of me.” You take his hand now, walking him down the hall, where there are indeed people making out, including Miwa. You blink a bit then, and Satoru leans in close.

“Told you. The hospital is slutty.”

“Not me.”

“You’re so different.”

“Fuck off.” You laugh softly though, continuing through the hall, pointing at a room now. “Down there is the basement, where I hide my bodies.”

“Called it, serial killers have those steady hands.” You stick your tongue out, enjoying holding his hand far too much, he seems just as enamored as you, following you through each hall.

“There is Maki’s room, Yuta’s is there, and Toge’s is across from mine.”

“He’s in love with you, you know that yeah?”

“Why do people think that? He’s just a sweetie. And this… well this was my parents room, I just leave it be.” You murmur then, taking another sip of your drink, and Gojo frowns now.

“Can I see it?”

“Um… it’s all covered in sheets since forever, dusty and abandoned unfortunately so… nothing to see.”

“Curious if you look like your mom or dad.”

“Are you?” He nods a bit, and you bite your lip, shaking your head. “I can show you a picture of them, I have one in my room.”

“Dad’s gone too?” He asks, and you sigh, nodding, walking into your room, feeling the intimacy suddenly of such an action. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, really. My grandparents raised me. They’re good, they just moved out to Florida, retired.”

“You’re alone here?”

“No, I have my friends. Here, this was them.” You show him a little picture then, it’s frayed at the edges, of your mom and dad holding each other at prom. “They were really young here.”

“She was beautiful, you do look like her.” You get misty eyed at that, touching the picture, before shaking your head.

“Fuck you’re supposed to be here for fun, not me crying. What’s with me today?” Satoru turns you to him then, after you put the picture down, and you exhale, desire killing you, it’s like something is pulling you to him.

“Nothing is wrong with feeling things. I didn’t come here for a party, I came here to get to know you.”

“Why do you want to? Maybe I’m boring.”

“I doubt all that. So you tell me, intern, what do you want to do? Talk, look at pictures, give me a blow job?”

“As if!” He laughs then, and you realize it then... “You’re cheering me up, aren’t you Gojo?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You do that. A lot.”

“I’m glad.”

“You also annoy me.” Satoru’s pressing your back against your dresser, and you’re all too aware how hard his body is, how he’s muddling your mind. “What you wanna like… just fuck as friends or something?”

“I didn’t say that. You assume. Maybe I want to kiss you all night.” Your head falls back, Satoru is kissing you again, this time you let yourself go, feeling every bit of him, the kiss is more messy, more desperate than the elevator. Your teeth are nipping at his lower lip, earning a soft moan, as he grips your hips tightly, thumbs pressing into your pelvis.

“Mnh, we shouldn’t…”

“We shouldn’t. But… you’re really ready.”

“Ugh.” You’re a blushing mess now. “It’s been a while and… you’re really hot and…”

He chuckles. “You’re adorable. Let me make you cum, then, hmm?”

“Wh-what now?” You gasp when he’s picking you up, hoisting you on the dresser, spreading your thighs. “Gojo…”

“Satoru.”

“Doctor Hojo.”

He smirks, hands trailing up your thighs, your head falls back just so, hair cascading down your back, sighing at how good it feels. “You’re a brat.”

“You’re the bratty one. What do you mean just… get me off.”

“Stress relief. Why not let me help? I am a doctor.” You blush furiously, and he smiles. “Cute.”

“I’m not your patient…”

“Roleplay.”

“You kinky little- ah!” Satoru slides his hand between your thighs, cupping you where your panties are, and he pauses, mouth open slightly, snowy lashes lowering over dark blue eyes in the dim room.

“You’re that wet from kissing?” He whispers, you shut your eyes, taking his hand, with every intention of pulling it off, but you just keep it there, around his strong wrist, feeling his pulse flutter under your thumb.

“I don’t do this.”

“I’ll just finger you.”

“You gonna get me off with your fingers?” His smirk is now a wicked grin, his fingers slipping under your panties, finding you slick and hot. He exhales.

“I know anatomy extremely well. And no, it doesn’t have to change things, I can still be professional.” He slips a finger inside your pussy now, you’re clenching around him, moaning, covering your mouth then. “Fuck you’re tight.”

“Pro-profes… you!? Not… mmm… fuck it, yes, there!” You’re arching your hips up, he is watching your every move intensely, analyzing you like you’re a medical case for him to solve, every breath you take, every movement of your hips, the way your brows draw together. He’s crooking his finger just so, and you see stars, gushing all around his long finger that’s too fucking deep.

“There’s that spot.” He leans close, sliding two fingers inside now, your pussy greedily sucks it up, your hands clinging to his expensive dress shirt, his lips just an inch away. “It’s not on any anatomy, is it, this spot? But yours is easy to find, pretty, right there.” He hits it again, and you’re getting closer and closer, whining out, pulling him closer. 

“Mpfh.” You can’t manage a syllable, it’s too good, the stretch, his nearness, you crave him so bad you can’t think.

“Want me to make you cum?” He asks, sultry voice as much of a caress as his soppy fingers.

You nod eagerly, then he kisses you, pulling your hips down, pumping his fingers in and out, hitting the spot over and over. “Satoru…”

“Fuck that sounds good from your mouth.” He kisses down your neck, before whispering in your ear. “So this is a place on the human anatomy, your clitoris. There it is, it’s a tiny little thing.”

“Fuck!” You’re clinging to him desperate, pathetic, as his other hand reaches down, thumb circling your clit. Your eyes lock then, his pupils are so big there’s just a ring of blue, his eyes almost look black, his cheeks flushed.

“When I use both, it can overstimulate you, can’t it?” You mindlessly nod, tears in your eyes as he’s working you. “Hear how wet you are?”

“Mmm…” You’re done with words, his long fingers are too good, and you can hear how wet you are in your room, the squishing sound as he pumps inside your little walls, and you’re soaking his hands.

“I feel it, there, your pussy is tightening up, your nipples are rock hard, you’re biting that lip. You’re about to cum for me, aren’t you?” He murmurs, studying you still, and then you shatter, earning his moan along with your cries, as you feel your orgasm hit so hard you can’t see, just clinging to his dress shirt wordlessly. “Fuck you’re pretty, look at you.”

“Satoru!” You barely manage to focus, when he’s rubbing your pussy up and down between your lips, you jerk you’re so sensitive, you damn near could come again. “Fuck, fuck…”

“Sensitive?” You weakly nod, and now he is sliding his two fingers inside his mouth, sucking, and your jaw drops, breasts heaving. “You’re so yummy.”

“I am?” You whisper, he nods, and takes his other hand that was on your clit, rubbing your own arousal on your lower lip.

“Taste yourself and see.”

You lick your lower lip tentatively, pussy still pulsing around nothing, then he growls, grabbing you, kissing you over and over. You’re a fucking mess, so weak now, you want to say fuck it, suck him, touch him, do anything to make him feel good, you want him inside you.

Your legs are wrapping around his narrow hips now, hands shaking when you’re unbuttoning his shirt, fuck you’re so ready you can’t even remember anything you said you would or wouldn’t do. 

“Want you.” You whisper weakly, he exhales, big hands cupping your face.

“Yeah?” You nod again, and he’s kissing down your throat now, pulling you flush against him, your throbbing cunt right against where you feel him, his hard cock under his pants, you weakly grind, mind fuzzy from him. “You feel so good, shit I thought you didn’t-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Shit…” You hop up now, adjusting yourself, looking in the mirror to see your fucked out, dilated eyes, all glittery, your cheeks flushed, your hair a mess from his hands. “I look like I got fucked, dammit.”

“You didn’t yet, imagine how you’d look when I got done with you.” He’s kissing down your neck now, images flying in your mind, as the door keeps knocking, then you hear Maki’s words.

“Someone passed out! We need you, please!” Maki’s words are like cold water, you and Satoru both rush out without a second thought. “Fuck… I’m sorry-”

“No, what’s wrong?” You and Gojo ask at the same time, she looks between you both for a moment.

“It’s embarrassing…” She admits.

“What is?” You ask, as she leads you to Yuta’s room, confusing you further.

“I may have been riding him and…”

Yuta is passed out, half naked on the bed. “Maki, did you kill him with your pussy!?”

“No! Maybe.”

Satoru chuckles, going up to him then, and peeking at his neck. “Did you all get freaky?”

“No!”

“Maki.” You glare at her, shutting the door now. She flushes, tilting her head back and sighing.

“I choked him, he likes it!”

“I think he’s just zonked from it. He’s responding fine. Hmm…” He says your name then, the man that just had you cumming on his fingers…

Fuck…

“Grab some ice.” You run down stairs, come right back up with a cup of ice, handing it to Satoru confusedly. “Watch and learn, interns.”

Satoru now throws the entire cup of ice on Yuta’s face, and he sputters, waking up and gasping. Satoru’s evilly chuckling, Maki is damn near in tears, and you’re watching with ongoing confusion, alcohol setting in, post bliss orgasm, thrown off that you just found Satoru throwing ice attractive.

“Thank you, shit!” Maki hugs Gojo tightly, as Yuta flushes, looking around at the three of you.

“Maki! I was fine.”

“You scared me!” She’s kissing him then, deeply, and Satoru and you gently walk back, you close their door with a quiet click, sighing and looking up at him.

“What made you think to do that?”

“I’ve had freaky sex.” He teases. “I’m kidding, I just saw the marks from her fingers on his throat, put two and two together.”

“You’re like Sherlock Holmes.” He shrugs then, and his phone starts buzzing, he frowns as he looks at it. “What’s wrong?”

“I gotta head out, nothing big.” He leans close, and you look down shyly, lashes casting shadows under your eyes.

“Then good night, and be safe?” You say, he nods, running a finger over your swollen lower lip then. “Satoru…”

“You still owe me a date, I’m no hussy. Can’t have that and not go out with me.” You feel far too good now, as he’s asking you out.

“But we shouldn’t.”

“And you shouldn’t have been insane yesterday, but it worked. Be a little crazy, just… a date.” You nod then, and he leans his forehead on yours. “Also, your anatomy? Perfect.”

Your pulse thrums in your neck, chest tightening as he says it. “No, certainly not perfect…”

“Mmm, it is, and I would know. An expert on female anatomy.”

“Well thank you, slutty doctor.” He snorts, pecking a kiss on your lips, one that you would never be able to get out of your head.

“I expect a better tour sometime.”

“Keep dreaming. But… lunch, I agreed.”

“Sunday work?”

“Yeah.”

“Text you then.” Satoru leaves then, and leaves you leaning on the hall, suddenly the door opens, and Maki and Yuta peek their heads out.

“A date!?”

“You should be passed out, freaky asses.” You shove them back in their room, running off to yours as they try to bombard you with questions, you lay on your back, staring up at your ceiling, the glow sticker stars from your childhood still decorating the ceiling, you never did take them off.

You like him, you really like him. But you need your career, it’s just beginning, and would this just fuck it all up? Could you keep this shit separated? You can’t do this, you can’t…

Your eyes shut, flitting images of Doctor Gojo enjoying your anatomy filling your mind, keeping you up half the damn night, as you hear it get quieter, assuming the party has died off. You lay on your side, looking out at the window, seeing the moonlight shining through just so.

Your phone goes off, and it’s your stupid ex, earning your scowl, as you delete it, but then a new message pops up.

Doctor Gojo: Let me know if you need anatomy lessons again, intern.

You snort, shaking your head.

You: You wish!

Doctor Gojo: Hmm, still taste you.

You: Oh my god, good night Doctor Hojo!!!

You hate that your heart hammers in your chest as he hearts your message.

You’re so fucked.

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Part Three

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creepy boyfie yuta!!! [ I love yandere yuta ☺️☝️]

Creepy boyfie!yuta who makes you stay on ft with him all day if you can’t see each other

Creepy boyfie!yuta who “jokingly” talks about locking you in his basement if you ever leave

Creepy boyfie!yuta who put up secret cameras in your apartment just so he can keep an eye on you

Creepy boyfie!yuta who texts you to ask wyd knowing damn well he’s stalking the cameras

Creepy boyfie!yuta who is more interested in watching you instead of the movie on date nights

Creepy boyfie!yuta who you don’t even think is creepy yes insecure and maybe unhealthily obsessed but not creepy

It was a quiet, cozy evening in Y/N’s apartment, the kind where the world outside could’ve been a million miles away. The lights were dimmed, and the only source of illumination came from the TV screen, flickering with the opening credits of a rom-com Y/N had been dying to watch.

Y/N was nestled comfortably on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, with a bowl of popcorn resting on her lap. Yuta sat beside her, casually draped in a hoodie and sweatpants, his arm resting along the back of the couch behind her, just a little too close—though Y/N didn’t mind. She loved it when he was close.

“So, this movie’s supposed to be really cute, right?” Y/N said with a smile, glancing over at Yuta, who was already watching her, his gaze soft but unwavering.

“Yeah, but not as cute as you,” Yuta replied smoothly, nudging her lightly. His voice had that tender, teasing quality she adored.

Y/N rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. “You’re so corny.”

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss the top of her head. “But you love it.”

The movie began, and the two of them settled in, comfortable in the silence, only interrupted by the occasional giggle from Y/N or a quiet comment from Yuta about the movie's predictability.

But, in the middle of a particularly dramatic scene, Yuta suddenly stood up.

“I’ll be right back. I need to use the bathroom,” he said, stretching a little too dramatically, as if to draw attention to his exit.

Y/N didn’t think anything of it. She was far too engrossed in the movie’s over-the-top romance to notice anything odd. “Okay, hurry back. I’m about to see how this one ends!”

Yuta smiled softly, his eyes narrowing for a split second as he turned away. He had something else in mind.

As he stepped out of the living room, he made his way down the hall to where his phone was charging on the nightstand. His fingers hovered for a moment before unlocking the screen.

There it was.

The hidden camera feed he had set up earlier that week—four small, discreet lenses placed around her apartment, capturing every corner of the living room. He never let her know about them, of course. She’d never suspect something so intrusive, especially when he’d always been so sweet and loving.

Yuta’s heart rate picked up as he clicked through the various feeds on his phone. On the screen, he could see her sitting on the couch, staring intently at the TV, popcorn resting idly in her lap, her expression one of pure joy as she watched the movie.

Yuta couldn’t help but grin. He liked watching her like this. He liked seeing how relaxed and content she was, how at peace.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her—it was more that he simply wanted to always be part of her world. Even when he wasn’t physically there beside her, he wanted to be sure she was happy, safe, and… all his.

With a soft sigh, he leaned back against the wall, watching the feed for a little longer, his eyes flicking from one camera to the other. Her every movement, every shift of her posture, was like a personal performance meant just for him. He adored it.

He let the feeling of possessive affection settle inside him, but not in a way that felt bad—just in the way lovers might feel when they can’t imagine life without the other. In his mind, they were already living their perfect future, and this was just a small part of it.

[potteraep]

- Bros the type to!

-yuuta okkotsu x gn! Reader

-I’ll still write for hp and Reggie yall I swear but I love this man so bad I can’t

-Bro’s the type to reassure you unconditionally !

-yuuta knew deep down he wasn’t always good with words or knowing what they meant all the time, so he tried his best to reassure you anyway other way

to taking you on little ( and stupid) cute dates whenever a slight mood seems down but even just because he loves you to remind you just how deep that love ran.

on a picnic or walk in the park? He’ll shyly hold your hand thru out the whole trip continuing the conversation so he wouldn’t have to keep his mind on your soft hand in his.

he’d run to flower shops buying a boquet of your favorite flowers with a personalized message about how much he loved you

On Mornings after long days he’d sneak to go get you coffee and a small snack, he’d bring a pen with him to write little hearts and notes about how pretty you were and playing it off as the server probably did it on a wrong order

other times it was more simple actions like kissing your hand before leaving somewhere or just when he held it

or the way his arm snaked around your waist protectively when the train was to crowded, or the way he’d kiss your cheek in public while standing in crowds to remind you he was there

-Bro’s the type to keep so many pictures of you !

-he never really took pictures of himself or pretty things, most of his camera consisted of schedules important dates papers and his friends

it wasn’t until he met you he found his gallery had increased by hundreds of pictures of you( and him) you laughing, you eating, you in general,and even you all sad and crying over a sad movie

he’d made you his lock screen and even getting help from inumaki to use widgets so he could see your smile everytime he looked at his phone

He loved those pictures and picking them out into favorites would take him a lifetime to sort out

but he loved pictures of you holding his hand, of you kissing his cheek and where you just looked at him with such love in your eyes even a mad man could see what you felt for him and what he felt for you.

he’d sometimes even borrow inumakes Polaroid camera to put the pictures in wallet and phone case ( some even sitting on his dresser and nightstand)

-bros the type to be the first to like all your posts !

-yuta kept his social media accounts private and only have less then ten followers only being his jujutsu friends, and you

he’d check your account all the time just to relish in how absolutely perfect you were, burying his face in his hands as his face turned redder with every picture he’d seen of you

and maybe his constant check was the reason he always saw your posts the second they came out he’d smile liking it immediately and commenting about how lucky he was and pretty you were

he’d be so proud to say he’s your boyfriend at seeing how much people seemed to like you as he did but he was sure it wasn’t possible to love you more then he does.

he’d come to you in person kissing you saying how gorgeous you looked as usual and how much he loved you

he’d talk about the pictures to , inumaki, panda and even Gojo had gotten an earful of how pretty you were and how lucky he was to have you

-Bros the type to be a cuddle monster!

yuuta basked in your love and affection it being his drive, he’d give anything to lay with you all day without a worry his hands tracing shapes on your hips to stimulate his thoughts and his head on your chest listening to your heart beat

He doesn’t like to admit it but he loves it so much the second you kiss his head and run your hands thru his fluffy black hair he’s hook, line, and sinker and he knows he’s so done for

he’ll fall asleep with his body being held against yours or your arms wrapped around him like a blanket, he doesn’t mind ever and would drop just about anything to be near you

he’d never admit to his friends he loved it so much already being teased relentlessly for the fact a picture of you having yours arms around him while he nuzzled his head in your chest was his wallpaper

he loved the feeling he got when you’d kiss his head or cheeks while he laid with you his hands trailing a promise ring on your finger the cold metal making his brain run in circles

He swore he had heart eyes the second you would bring his face up and leave little kisses on his face making him smile and laugh like a little boy with a school crush.

[svt-ara]

⋆｡𖦹°‧𓂅 ARA's LOVE LIFE

ⓘ masterlist

synopsis࣪ › discover ara's love history, from friendship to rivalty, to trust and unspoken feelings

𝗔𝗡 this came out longer than i tought lmao, something linked to the hoshi part will come out for sure 🙈

⠀ ꯭⠀ 𓇼 ˚ YUTA ꕀ NCT

# 𝗗𝗬𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗖 જ⁀➴ tsundere x golden retriver

# 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 જ⁀➴ yura

# 𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 જ⁀➴ 94%

# 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 જ⁀➴ oct 2017 / oct 2018

꒰ 𑄽୧ ꒱ 𓈒 yuta and ara met thanks to mark. seventeen was promoting pretty u while nct u was promoting the 7th sense. ara was the last one to leave the inkigayo stage after seventeens perfomance— and too invested in adjusting her clothes, half-fixing her mircophone she didn't realize her member were already gone. she only realized when someone called her out, and when she looked up she saw mark waving at her laughing softly, the 13 boys nowhere to be seen. she bowed covering her face with both hands embarassed, but he just waved it off and offered to walk her and find her members. the chattering along the way was comfortable with aras giggles and marks jokes.

their bond grew stronger the months after, occasionally catching up to drink something togheter. in one of these occasion yuta and johnny tagged along, and just as they introduced themselves something clicked in both of them. he was shy, reserved, but still nodded politely and slightly smiled. «you're yuta?» «depends, are you this energetic all the time?» «depends, are you mysterious all the time or you're just shy?» yutas lips curved slightly, he wasn't annoyed by her— he was oddly intrugued. mark blinked between them, they already saw something they didn't.

their personality clashed in a weirdly balanced way— her contagious laughter and her sarcatic remarks weren't the same as his silent gazes. she could've barely hear his voice the whole hangout, but her gaze searched his multiple times and it didn't passed unnoticed by the other two boys. but he listened. the more he listened and the more he realized she wasn't just loud— she was sincere, passionate, thoughtful.

after that night, ara didn't expected to see a text from the boy— he was way too shy but she did noticed how he curiously looked at her. it was nothing crazy at frist, he was just caring "drink water, you looked tired yesterday" "i saw your stage, you killed it" "this song remindes me of you", casual texts that made her heart flutter and blush behind the screen. it took a while until he finally asked her out— helped by mark encouraging him, they just drank something and made short walks togheter. after all they still were two well-know idols, but it became their thing.

it was a quiet night, walking along the river with two coffee drinks in their hands when he felt like it was enough, he had to express what he was feeling when she locked her eyes with his, when her hands barely touched his but enough to make his heart do that thing. and in october 2017 they officially became a couple.

they really didn't planned to expose their relationship— only their members and close family knew about it, and that was already enought for them. they knew that exposing such a thing could've lead to a massive hate and after all they liked how it was their own secret— for a while. on april 2018 a single photo got posted online, it was them walking togheter. they were so covered up you could've barely recognize them— yutas hat covered his eyes and his black mask covered the rest, ara hoodie was pulled up covering her long brown hair while her mask was covering the most of her face too. there was no touching, no kiss but that was enough for fans to go insane and for the photo spread like wildfire across the internet.

both companies stayed silent at frist hoping that the rumors would went away with the time but it was already trending everywhere to the point they had no choice but to relase a statement comfirming the two had been "getting to know each other with good feeling", nothing too detailed. after that they were never seen in public togheter again— they didn't stop seeing each other, they avoided all the public spaces as the company have already warned the two. they kept it really low-key, they tired.

it was hard— schedules piled up, they were always travelling, promoting, rehearsing. at some time, his texts became less frequent and her calls went unanswered more often, he started to sound distant, tired, cold. they never fought— she was scared, she didn't want to lose him so she just bottled everything, and he didn't dare to say anything too. it just started to fade, not an official breakup— leaving her at the mercy of the rest until she texted him "is it over like this", owning a simple and dry yes in a cold october night.

# 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 જ⁀➴

late night walks were a must, also if ara was tired she just continued yapping about everything that happened during her pratice with the members or about how a staff member was rude to someone else. it didn't matter what the topic was, she just needed to talk and yuta loved hearing her energetic voice and the cute noises she made everynow and then while narrating her story

tried every single type of drink and every single flavor toghter, they used to order casual drinks for each other everytime and blind trying them. ara always pouted when she didn't like hers but yuta always gave his without thinking twice

enjoyed teasing him about everything she had the chance to, and she loved the way he never got upsed but followed the wave

showing him her rap skills and blatering about how she was "better" than him and she didn't even had a rapper position like him

at one point they were at each other house/dorm every chance they were free. since they couldn't follow the risk of getting caught for the second time, they just started to stay at each other house having fun with the most simple things

ordering take out drinks, nothing could've stopped them from their ritual blind trying

ara used to visit their dorm often when he started to get cold to her, even if he wasn't here— she stayed around mark and johnny endlessy complaining about the boy

⠀ ꯭⠀ 𓇼 ˚ HOSHI ꕀ SEVENTEEN

# 𝗗𝗬𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗖 જ⁀➴ enemies to bsf to lovers

# 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 જ⁀➴ hoara

# 𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 જ⁀➴ 97% ( platonic ), 45% ( romantic )

# 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 જ⁀➴ aug 2020 / now

꒰ 𑄽୧ ꒱ 𓈒 it isn't a secret that hoshi and ara weren't in good terms back in traniee days, it's actually a famous and common inside joke of seventeen and carats. when the girl was frist introduced to all the 13 members, she wasn't well seen— but none could reach the same level as hoshi. she was introduced as a strong dancer with an insane stage presence and she could even have solid vocals while doing all of that. you had to be blind to not notice how pretty, energetic and extroverted she was— she was oddly similar to him. maybe that was exactly the thing that he didn't like.

they mirrored each other too much— both loud, passionate, unafraid to speak up and obsessed with perfection. the dance pratice room was always filled with high tension, snarky comments, eye rolls and silent competitions during monthly evaluations. she will never forget how heated the fight were when the perfomance unit leader needed to be decided— if s.coups wouldn't be there, she doesn't even wanna know the things that could've happened. she tought he was arrogant, he tought she was trying too hard. but beneath all the rivalry, they were watching each other close.

after debut things started to shift. not all at once, but in small cracks that let something softer through. the teasing bickering were still here, the competition was still here— but now there were jokes in between, there were smile they tried, and failed, to hide. and then they stayed in each other presence more, paraticing the same steps more and more. it all started few weeks after their debut— she belived in herself, in her skills, but she always had the feeling something was still holding her back, something she wasn't showing. that's why she stayed in the dance pratice room more, after everyone left— or when she tought everyone left

one night, she didn't hear the door open again— the music was loud and the girl was too focused on repeating the same move over and over, trying to get it perfect. hoshi was there, silently leaning against the wall, observing the way her body fluently— almost perfectly, moved into the large space. he didn't want to interroupt, he wanted to see for how long she could go on, until a groan escaped her mouth. the disappoint in her face was clear while her body stopped follow the notes. "your left foot is too late" was probably the phrase that startled her the most in her whole life, she almost jumped for how sudden it was. the boy didn't care at all, he mindlessy joined her side showing her the correct time she couldn't get.

and then this night happened again, and again, until it became a routine. it didn't mind if they were up since 5am, they were both slaves to their hunger to improve— eaten alive by it. they learned how the other moved, matching without even trying, helped each other with choreos, dancing in silence for hours and started to creathe their own ones. those night made the boy realize how stupid he was to judge a book by its cover, how fast he was to hate but how slow he was to understand.

till the breaking point came. he noticed it frist— he noticed the way her rutine became obsessive, the way her hands trembled after each take, how she'd rewind a performance video over and over again just to watch a single frame. the pressure of being the only girl in a top boy group, the dating scandal and the way he left— cut her deep, deep enough to leave a scar she never really recovered from.

hoshi realized he felt something deep before she even know she had something left to give. it wasn't a loud realization, there wasn't skipped heartbeat or those romantic movie scene— it was quiet, only noticed thanks to those gazes who lingered on for a lil too much or his way to lowkey have a contact with her, how he really observed her— how she had to lace her shoes three times before pratice, how she hated her trembling hands when something wasn't like usual, the deep sigh she takes before taking the medicines she really hated.

he cared deeply, but she was breaking. and he wasn't selfish enough to ask for love from someone who was barely surviving. so he waited, he waited for her. he kept his feelings tucked deep in his chest, staying close but not too close, he offered comfort without pressure and he always was the last one to leave the dance pratice room so she wouldn't be alone and it kinda reminded him of the old times he missed with his whole heart. he never asked her to talk, didn't try to fix her— he stayed until she started to breathe again, until she could've laugh with her whole chest again, until she remembered how to dance just for fun again.

and only when she was finally ready, he let himself reach for her hand during an hot night of august.

# 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 જ⁀➴

her daily reminder of her medicines

when she is cold, she reaches his sleeves, pulls them down and insert her own hands

his closet became hers, there is nothing he could to about that. ara loves how his hoodies have his smell on it, it kinda shotes her anxiety

after a while, they re-started to do their late night dance pratices and that's how they got into choreographing. they just need some beats and they can create anything around that, even some "sexy" ones that will be forgotten the day after

for obviously reason, they have no need to reveal their relationship and they try their best to hide it. that's why it's usual to have them off cameras, hiding on some corners because hoshi is a touch-deprived puppy

after everything happened, you stopped trying every flavour of everything you could. you started to always have the same orders which he knows by heart

they improvise dancing battles everywhere they are when they start to feel bored but never comes to a real end since none wants to admit the other is better

[kpopsexstories]

NCT 127 Dating Ban #4: Johnny Pt. 1

NCT 127 can’t date girls. As their gay friend you help them out with their sexual needs.

This is a 100% gay smut story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: NCT Johnny x Male Reader

Story: Johnny has been winking at you since you arrived. You’ll finally discover what he wants, and learn that the men know a lot more about you than you think.

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 5.8k (9.2k incl. Part 2)

<- Start from the beginning: Story #1: Haechan

Want more stories like these? Also read the NCT Dream Dating Ban series which takes place before the 127 series.

It's your third day of visiting your friend Haechan, and of living with the members of 127 in their dorm for a week. The boys have a rare day off which you spend at home; talking, eating, playing.

Johnny and Jaehyun go out for a couple of hours and they're oddly cryptic about it upon their return, but you don't ask twice. Doyoung – whom you saw naked in bed with your best friend Jisung yesterday – is very quiet but you figure it's just his personality. Maybe he's still embarrassed.

There was some bad energy between Yuta and Taeyong earlier in the morning. Just friendship squabbles, to be expected among so many men living and working under the same roof, but it has lingered in the air and in your heart ever since. No one commented on it at the time and you didn't ask, but the air hasn't been quite cleared since.

You also miss Jisung, whom you regretfully forgot to tell you were coming to Seoul. He's now gone home to his parents for a few days, maybe the whole week, as the Dreamers are in the middle of a well-deserved holiday period. You might not see him again on this visit and even though your reunion was ultimately a positive one, you do regret the timing and how long it took you to seek him out.

But as much as you'd like to, you don't actually need Jisung. You came for Haechan after all. You're having fun, and you already feel like you've known the men of 127 for a long time.

In reality you only met most of them for the first time a few days ago. So it's really quite surprising how close some of you have become. In the afternoon on this third day, however, things are almost too calm. Everyone's just doing their own thing.

You're lounging on the couch, Haechan by your feet and Jungwoo deeply sunken into an armchair, each of you on your phones. Jaehyun briefly stops by. He's glowing, like a man who's just been sexually satisfied even though you know the opposite to be true, to the point it actually catches your attention. It must have been something exciting that him and Johnny went out for earlier. But he also yawns lazily, and doesn't say a word when he sees everyone preoccupied with their screens. He disappears again as soon as he realizes no one can be bothered to entertain him.

Doyoung is in the kitchen and Taeyong is in ‘the office’, as they call it, a well equipped room for making music. And Yuta has locked himself in his bedroom, still feeling the bad energy from whatever went down between him and Taeyong.

Despite the fact that most of you aren't doing anything productive you enjoy observing the men in their daily lives. It's fascinating. Then something happens that surprises you.

You don't even notice it at first, too fixated on your phone. A figure walks through the room but the fact doesn't register in your brain. Then you sense him, in the corner of your eye, as he walks back through the living room and into the hallway where the dorms are.

The third time he appears, you do notice. You briefly look up, to subconsciously see who it is. Johnny is out and about in only in his underwear, his abs and tattoos on full display.

The fourth time your eyes meet. He smiles and winks at you. You quickly look away and he disappears into one of the bathrooms.

Oh, you think. You certainly weren't expecting to see that much of him. But it makes sense, it's his home. He's really fit and hot.

Secretly, you hope that he will make an appearance again. You wouldn't mind the eye candy. In fact you desperately crave it.

And thankfully he does. The weird part, however, is not that Johnny's near-naked body is parading so casually in front of everyone. It's the fact that he keeps returning to the living room again and again, and that he's glancing at you every time.

Over the course of half an hour – which is mostly quiet as everyone is just chilling – you see him in his underwear no less than eleven times which makes you wonder: What the hell is the man doing?

The fact that no one else seems to ask the same question makes you brush it off. But Johnny's antics don't stop there, and they do have an impact on you.

The twelfth time he appears your heart skips a beat, and you realize you're staring for far too long. The man has taken his underwear off. He comes out of his room butt naked, walks slowly through the living room with his soft dick on full display, winks at you – and no one so much as lifts an eyebrow.

What the fuck? It kind of thrills you though. There's definitely something in the air between you, created by Johnny's constant winks and your inability not to look.

“Forgot my towel,” Johnny explains and winks again when he comes back out of the bathroom, passing you on the couch for the thirteenth time.

It's the first time anyone speaks since you first noticed him. Haechan and Jungwoo both look up but don't respond. You stare at Haechan and gently kick his side, but his eyes are back on his phone and he doesn't react.

Then you turn to Jungwoo and reach out to touch his arm. He can tell from your expression that you find Johnny's behavior a little strange.

“It's normal,” he says in a low voice. “We all do it.”

“Really?” you ask in a surprised tone. “Is it though…?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… I don't know… Well, it's your home I guess…”

Jungwoo thinks for a moment, as if he's never considered nudity in the dorm to be strange. He finally offers some explanation: “We've lived together since we were teenagers.”

Maybe it's not that strange at all. It's obvious that the men are close, and you imagine that this – seeing Johnny naked – is far from the strangest thing to have happened between them.

“But… the winking…?” you ask and turn your head from Jungwoo to Haechan, hoping your friend will jump in. Maybe you're secretly wishing for a confirmation that Johnny is into you, or maybe you want Haechan's approval. It's his bed you wake up in each morning after all.

Haechan does look up this time to meet your eyes. But he quickly turns to Jungwoo and grins. It makes you react internally, but the reaction never gets a chance to show externally before Johnny returns.

He walks slowly and naked past the three of you. He smiles wide when your eyes meet but he doesn't say a word. So strange.

Haechan is still grinning but you no longer see it. Jungwoo suddenly gets up and quickly makes his way to Doyoung in the kitchen. “None of your vegetarian crap please,” he says loudly.

“But I…” Doyoung begins.

Jungwoo interrupts him. “Let's go shopping.”

Doyoung, who's already half way though preparing the meal, tries to resist but Jungwoo insists. “Let's go!” you hear, but your mind is still imagining Johnny's ass where it was before he disappeared into the bathroom once again, this time with a towel in hand.

You look at Haechan, suddenly wondering if he knows how hard you are. He merely smiles, then turns his head in the direction of the kitchen, before returning to his phone and ignoring your kicking feet.

Jungwoo walks quickly to the hallway. He disappears out of view but you hear him loud and clear: “Yuta! I know what can make you feel better. Let's go buy those shoes you talked about.”

The door to the bathroom is closed but you hear the water turning on. You simply can't stop thinking about Johnny's sexy body under the stream.

Jaehyun, who's been waiting for a sign of life – for something to entertain him on a day when he's feeling so good but everyone else is lazy – appears in the hallway. “I'll come too!” his eager and chipper voice exclaims.

“Wanna come?” Jungwoo asks and looks at Haechan.

“Nah,” Haechan shrugs. “Have fun though.”

Unlike Doyoung and Yuta, who were both resisting leaving the apartment, Jungwoo doesn't fight Haechan on it. You're there to see him after all, and who is Jungwoo to question your sexual relationship?

You watch with fascination as the four men get ready to leave. Jungwoo, Doyoung, Yuta and the overly excited Jaehyun put on their jackets and shoes and eventually exit the apartment. I guess dinner will be late, you think and raise an eyebrow. And you actually feel a little hurt that no one thought to invite you.

A sudden silence follows. Haechan absentmindedly puts a hand on your foot and strokes it. He doesn't look at you but you sense a shift in him.

You return to your phone, and briefly Johnny and the running water is put out of your mind. This moment alone, without a need to be social or to impress any of Haechan's friends, feels kind of nice.

But no one forgot about you, quite the opposite actually. And the quiet moment is about to end. Johnny returns, only a minute after the others departed.

“Hey,” he says and winks when you look up at him.

“Johnny…” Haechan says and looks surprisingly stern.

“What?” Johnny asks and chuckles. He walks further into the living room, completely naked, dry skin but wet hair, towel in hand. “I'm just making small-talk.”

Haechan scoffs. You're confused. Small-talk? All he said was hey. It's almost the only word he's spoken to you all day.

Just before he goes into the hallway, Johnny turns and catches you checking him out. Just as he intended, and it puts a big smile on his face.

“Come with me if you wanna have sex,” he says cheekily.

The words leave you stunned. Johnny doesn't wait for a reply and quickly disappears. You're suddenly harder than ever.

You glance at Haechan who rolls his eyes at his friend's behavior. You want to ask, or say something, but don't know what words to use. Haechan knows you well though, and finally caves in to Johnny's wishes and plan.

“Ah, just go,” he says and throws his head back, finally taking the same lane Jungwoo was already in when he gathered everyone to give Johnny some space with you. He can't even wipe the smirk off his face.

“What do you mean?” you ask, partly just to play dumb in case Haechan doesn't approve.

“Fuck him. I know you want to. And I know that he really wants to.”

Now it's you who aren't able to hide your joy. But you don't need to struggle for very long, as Haechan sits up straight and grabs your throbbing bulge. “Go with him, it's the only way he'll stop talking about you. I'll catch up with the others.”

*****

Johnny appears casual, not in any rush, when you step into his bedroom and he closes the door behind you. He walks past you and gets rid of the towel, then turns to you and calmly asks: “So who's the best?”

You lean against the door and cross your arms. You check the man out and admire his fit figure and assess his slack dick.

“What do you mean?” you ask and smile faintly.

Johnny rubs his chest with one hand and grabs his soft cock with the other. Slowly he begins to stroke and massage it, stretching it out and flapping it around while thinking.

He doesn't seem set on fucking you at all. He doesn't approach you, doesn't check you out, doesn't ask you to undress, and doesn't speak about his sexual frustrations and the dating ban. The way he asked the question and just chills in the middle of the room – albeit completely in the nude – makes it seem as though he just wants to make small-talk after all.

“Of the guys. All of them have fucked you right? Who's the best?”

You chuckle and finally pull your gaze away from the eye candy. “They have not,” you say and roll your eyes.

Technically, you've had sex with three of the eight 127 members, and only two since you got here this time around. Johnny's assumptions are wildly exaggerated.

He finally smiles. “I know,” he says. Then the wink again. “But you want them to.”

“Hey, I'm not the one who keeps coming on to you guys. You all are coming on to me.” You chuckle and add: ”Your friends are bunch of horny fuckers.”

Johnny just stares at you, and you suddenly think that his smile is dumb. You're actually a little offended by his accusation. But maybe just because you wish it was true.

His words make you question things yourself though. I don't come on to them, do I? Maybe I do. But they're the ones who beg, right? The dating ban… Or am I the one begging?

It shouldn't affect you as much as it for some reason does. No matter who came on to who though, Johnny is right about one thing. You want to. You really do.

Your thoughts are running wild which makes the silence feel normal. Johnny just stands there, playing with his dick without getting hard. You just stand there too not saying a word.

But when the thoughts settle and you realize that neither of you are doing anything, the fact that Johnny appears surprisingly disinterested becomes glaring obvious to you. And that, too, feels like a personal offense.

He's testing you. Playing with you. He wants you to make the first move. As shameless as he's been it's a deeply rooted matter of pride.

But he is right. And after a full minute of watching the quiet, freakin’ hot, naked man play with himself you can't take it any longer.

You push yourself away from the wall. Your arms fall to your sides and you walk with determination. You force yourself to look up and stare the frustrating man in the eye.

Then Johnny lets go of his dick and stops you.

“You didn't answer the question,” he says and puts a hand on your chest to keep you at a distance.

“Are you serious?” you ask and raise your eyebrows.

“Yeah. Who's better?”

“They've all been great,” you say and try again to close the gap between you.

“No, not until you answer,” Johnny says with a serious expression.

“Fine,” you say and relax. You take a moment to think. “Just 127 or Dream too?”

“All of us.”

“Did Haechan put you up to this?”

“No.”

“Jeno? No wait, it was Jaemin wasn't it?”

Johnny actually laughs. “I just want to know.”

“Why?”

“Look, do you want me to fuck you or not?”

Damn, the man knows how to play you. Might as well just pull a name. Or…

You stand in silence for several long seconds. Johnny's naked body radiates sexual energy, a force you can't resist. But if he wants to play games you figure that you might as well play along.

You suddenly smile and grab your shirt. You pull it over your head and toss it aside. Then you get to work on your pants, and in soon enough your rock hard cock is out.

Standing at an arm's length apart you lift your knees one at a time to step out of your clothes. The last thing to go is your socks. Then you grab your shaft, and look up and down at the man in front of you.

Just two guys, naked and engaged in some sort of powerplay. You suddenly don't feel angry or offended at all, only happy and excited.

Johnny just keeps staring at your face. You don't know if he's glanced down while you undressed, but right now his eyes are fixed on yours. You try hard to maintain the same stare, but the truth is you already lost the battle the moment you followed him to his room.

A sudden tension fills your heart. You struggle to maintain eye contact. Johnny's gaze is piercing, but it's really the attraction to the rest of him that makes it so difficult.

“You've got a lot to live up to,” you say, taking a final stance and a poke at his ego. ”The dreamers were fucking amazing, as I'm sure you've heard.”

It only now dawns on you that maybe he has not. He talks and acts as if he does, but maybe he doesn't know anything at all about your history with his friends, only about Haechan and Jungwoo. But then he wouldn't have asked you the question he asked you before.

Johnny still doesn't respond, but his hand has stopped moving. You can sense it between you that something has shifted in him.

Finally you cave. “Jisung,” you say and bend your knees. ”But only because I'm proud of how good he's gotten.”

You stare at Johnny's chest and stomach up close as you go down. He doesn't stop you, but you can imagine the dumb grin on his face. In reality he doesn't grin at all though. He remains stone faced.

Then you realize why he stopped playing with his dick. When you finally allow yourself to look at it again, his fingers are still wrapped around it and you get to see it erect for the first time.

That doesn't surprise you at all, that he's hard as bone. Sex is what he invited you in for after all. What surprises you is the change in size, and you can't stop yourself from reacting audibly to it.

“Wow!” you exclaim. If Johnny wasn't smirking before he certainly is now. “Where do you hide that thing on stage?”

You never imagined him to be so big. He wasn't, when he played with it in its soft state. The length, the thickness… you have never before seen something so ordinary grow so impressive.

“I don't,” Johnny says above you. He puts a hand on your head but a restraint on himself. You can sense how badly he wants you to open your mouth and put it in, but it's important to him that you make the move.

You've already given up and accepted the loss. You still think Johnny is wrong about you coming on to his friends, and you've realized that the game he's playing is about control, but he is still right about one thing. You really do want to fuck or be fucked by them – him – so bad.

“Johnny…?” you say and look up at him without touching the dick. “Are you— ohhh, fuck!”

Johnny slaps the dick in your face which makes you twitch and close your eyes.

“…are you gay?”

The dick head rests against your nose and cheek when you look up again. “No!” Johnny exclaims when your eyes meet. “But I'm fucking horny. Are you gonna help me or not?”

His words make you smile. They've all been pretty secretive about it, but it's becoming clear that you've made yourself a bit of a reputation. A reputation which makes you oddly proud.

You're not entirely sure what to make of the situation, but the big dick is alluring. “Sure,” you say and your eyes travel down the toned chests and abs, back to the dick right in your face.

”Yeah,” you whisper. ”Sure. I'll be your pocket pussy.”

Now Johnny is the one smiling. He winks down at you, then closes his eyes and the dick goes in.

Holy shit that's enormous.

Johnny has you pinned. Your naked body is pressed against the wall near his bed. His strong arms are wrapped around your chest from behind, and he's whispering naughty words in your ear: “Ahh, you like that? Yeah, you want my big dick don't you? Mm, fuck you're sexy.”

The huge head is poking at your hole, but it hasn't gone in yet. The shaft slaps your cheeks and slides up and down the crack between them. You're not sure that you will ever be able to take it.

You stand like this for several minutes, your hand flat on the wall and front pressed against the hard surface, Johnny caressing you firmly.

He sticks out his tongue and licks your neck. He plants his lips on your shoulders, acting all loving and sweet, only to grab you hard and thrust against your rear while biting your ear a little too hard.

You stick out your ass, further and further, partly to relieve the pressure and partly to show Johnny you're ready. You occasionally moan at the wall for his pleasure.

But he doesn't do anything else. He doesn't reach for his dick, nor make any attempts to align your ass with the head. All he does is touch you, squeeze you, feel you like you're some toy with a feature he doesn't know exists.

Eventually you push away and swirl around. You stare the man right in the eye and hold your position. Johnny's mouth is slightly open, his eyes full of lust, but his hands stop moving.

You pant softly against his lips. He doesn't blink. Then after several long seconds, you simultaneously attack each other with your mouths.

A passionate make-out session begins. Your hands are all over each other's bodies, and your dicks alter between confronting each other and getting pinned between your stomachs and hips.

The sensation is magical. The lust is so strong it sends a shiver down your spine. And Johnny's hot body is fucking amazing. It feels broader and bigger and stronger than any of the other twinks. Only Jeno can match his muscular physique.

You push the man toward the bed. Gently at first, but he fights back. Then harder, and his stance weakens.

He starts to push too, in an attempt to throw you on the bed. But too little too late, you made the decision before he did. It's your turn to take control.

You push him harder and he finally gives in. He turns and falls on his ass on the bed, a hand still on your hip. You approach him with determination, put your knees by his sides on the mattress one at a time, then climb onto his lap and kiss his lips.

He looks stunned but horny when he stares up at your face. His hands gently slide up your body, all the way to your chest. You put yours on his cheeks and look him straight in the eye.

“Fuck you're hot,” Johnny says and briefly reaches does to adjust his dick which is in a bad position.

“So… mmm… are you.”

Your body starts to move up and down on your knees. Your dick glides against his abs repeatedly. You keep your hand on his face and your lips on his mouth, and for a moment you catch yourself thinking: He might be the best one.

Then another thought: Did they all leave?

You're sure they did. You saw them go, and you trust Haechan when he said that he would too. There's no one home, only the two of you, and you're free to do what you want and use Johnny and his bed for pleasure.

*****

Johnny has moved up on the bed and is leaning on a pillow against the frame. He's surprisingly patient, his hands folded on his stomach while you lie between his legs, your feet dangling out over the foot of the bed.

“No, there's no way,” you say while studying his dick. You turn it from side to side with your hand, and measure the thickness with your fingers.

“The shaft I can take,” you continue. You lick it and smile and watch Johnny's grimacing expression from across his chest. “But the head…”

Johnny springs to action by suddenly rolling away. He leans over the edge of the bed and you look on with a puzzled expression.

He takes his time rummaging through a drawer he can barely reach. You glance at his flat ass while you wait and reach out to stroke it, lovingly caressing the smooth skin.

“Would this work?” Johnny asks when he returns and the ass disappears. He's holding a tube of lube.

“Yeah,” you say and smile. You take the tube and don't even question why he has it.

You open it and try to squeeze gel into the palm of your hand. “It's empty,” you say when nothing comes out.

“Oh.” Johnny seems disappointed. “Sorry.”

You think for a second. “Wait here,” you say. The mattress jumps when you climb off it and Johnny's body bounces.

You open the door and listen. Nothing. You peek outside and check the hallway. No one. Then you quickly – naked and on light steps – make your way through the apartment.

But it's not your suitcase you're headed for, there's no lube in it. Nor is it Haechan's room, even though you know he has some. Instead you sneak into Yuta's, because you remember what Jungwoo once told you.

You look around the room for obvious spots. Without permission you start closest to the bed and search through a couple of drawers. When you don't find what you hoped for, you walk back out naked.

You grab your hard dick to keep it from swinging around. You peek inside a few doors to find the right one. Finally you remember which one is Taeyong's, and in there is where you finally find the item of your quest.

When you return to Johnny he's in the exact spot you left him in, but his hands aren't on his stomach anymore. He's stroking his dick, panting softly in the air, his eyes closed and legs slightly spread.

“Johnny!” you say and laugh.

“Sorry,” he says when he's pulled back to reality.

You hold up the lube and wave it in the air. “You've got to stretch me,” you say.

“What?” Johnny asks.

“If you wanna fuck me you need to loosen me up.”

“God, I didn't realize this was so much work.”

You sneer and look away. “Well, if you don't want to…”

“No no, come here.”

Johnny sits up straight and extends a hand. The other remains firmly wrapped around his cock.

You approach him and climb back onto the bed on your knees. You squeeze some lube into the palm of your hand and smear it onto his – not what he expected. Then you squeeze out some more and put it on his erection.

The cool sensation and the touch of your fingers makes him grunt. His grimacing face makes you smile. You can't wait for him to be inside you.

“Here,” you say and hand the tube to him, then turn around on all four.

You spread your legs and stick your ass out. You twist your neck to see him behind you. Then you reach back with one hand to your ass, and stick a slippery finger inside it.

“Use your thumb,” you say. “Gel it up and play with me.”

Johnny doesn't say anything but you see him moving in the corner of your eye. He focuses on the tube and his hand while he comes closer on his knees. Then his eyes turn to your ass, and your finger which is still inside your hole.

You massage the rim, drawing little circles with the length of a nail pushed in. You quietly demonstrate in the hopes that Johnny will take over. But there was such conviction in his voice when you flat out asked him about his sexuality, and judging from what you've seen so far he may have looked but never touched.

Eventually you do feel him though. A cold, gentle finger by the entrance, and a palm pressed against your cheek to hold you in place.

You retract your own hand to give him space. You lean forward and downwards, the side of your face resting on the bed. Then you reach back with both arms, grab your cheeks and pull them apart.

If Johnny has never seen an asshole up close before this must be a shock for him. But he's been determined in his desire to fuck you, and if this is what it takes you hope he'll have the guts. That's something he hasn't seemed to be lacking thus far in the few days you've known him.

A single finger hardly does anything at all though. Maybe it used to, but your hole has been so used recently it's a miracle you can still walk. You might never have had anything as big as what Johnny is packing, but you've had many and you've had them frequently. A finger is barely more than a drop in the ocean.

“Two more,” you say while waiting to feel a sting of pleasure. Johnny hasn't even gotten the first in more than a centimeter.

He's a good student though. You feel him adjust his position as he becomes more focused. He leans in closer, observes more carefully, and before long three fingers are stretching your opening.

“Deeper,” you instruct. Johnny slowly pushes in, while holding on to your hip for balance.

“More,” you say. The man adds a fourth finger by his own accord, and goes all the way in.

You lay quietly and let him work and explore. He moves his hand in and out, slowly, and sometimes feels around inside.

“Add more gel,” you say when he's dried up and the friction starts to feel painful.

You hear the tube squirt and feel the cold gel when it hits your skin around the hole.

Johnny gently smears it around, and pulls out his fingers to soak them. Then he pushes back in, all the way, as deep as he possibly can before his hand begins to cramp.

“Move around. Stretch me.”

He does as he's told. With each circle he makes the opening feels looser and the light pain gradually more pleasant.

“Alright,” you say after a while. You want to ask if he can rim you but that might be a step too far, for someone who might never have done this before. After all, you're here because Johnny needs it, not the other way around.

“Let's try,” you continue. “Use a lot.”

Johnny briefly disappears from you. You hear another squirt, then nothing for several seconds. Until he comes closer with all of his body, and one hand returns to your hip.

You push yourself up on your elbows and knees, and your thighs align with Johnny's when he comes up from behind.

You feel the shaft against your skin, then a poke from the head when Johnny positions it near the opening again. Just like when you made love against the wall, except this time with more control and precision.

You close your eyes and hold your breath, when the thick head locks with the edges and the tip begins to penetrate you. Johnny takes it real slow, either because he really never has done this before, or because he's afraid you'll back out.

You believe it's the former, but if that's the case surely he's had lots of sex with women and probably some wild and experimental times. Also judging by what you've seen so far, it's hard to imagine that he's lacking experience, even if assholes are brand new to him.

“Mm!” you suddenly grunt and Johnny stops. The head is one third in, squeezed tight by your hole, and you realize this might not work after all.

When you become quiet and still again, Johnny keeps going. You hold your breath and bite your tongue for the pain. And when the largest, hardest part of the head is so far in the rim is stretched to the point you think you might tear, things turn and you exhale a deep sigh of relief.

The dick has breached the most challenging part. It's all downhill from here and you know that. And when the challenge has been overcome – when the question of whether the pocket pussy is even of a big enough size for Johnny to get what he wants has been answered – pain is finally replaced with pleasure.

Lubed up and in, Johnny's hard but slippery cock meets no further resistance. The rest of the penetration goes both smooth and quickly. Inside, your ass is spacious and accommodating, soft and pliant. There's no resistance here.

The length is just as impressive as the girth though. As Johnny keeps pushing in, focused and still very slowly, things feel different than usual.

At first the pain lingers, and even though the head was the hard part, the edges of your hole have a very tight grip around Johnny's shaft. It fades, but Johnny eventually hits a wall. It's not painful, and unlike the opening this wall is much more flexible, but it doesn't feel like any other dick that has been in you before.

Johnny slowly pulls back out. Then goes back in, slightly faster this time and not at all as deep as on the first go.

While he begins to fuck you, you imagine him looking down at the shaft and hole, dumbfounded, as if he's seeing himself disappear into an ass for the very first time.

Oh how wrong you are. Well, not super wrong, but it's not Johnny's first time with a man at all. While you don't know it yet, it's not because he's never fucked a guy before that he seems so clueless. It's because it's you, and because he's heard all about how positively crazy you are.

Crazy. You've never considered yourself that. You've always thought that everyone else in the room were the crazy, fun ones, and that you were just willing to go along. But in hindsight, is there really any other way to describe what you've been doing with the dreamers?

No matter who came on to whom, or whose idea it was to do one thing or another, you've been there. Seen it. Felt it. Lived it.

When you think back on everything you've experienced, with the idols and others, crazy is a pretty accurate assessment. There simply is no way around it.

And now, once he's plugged your hole and it feels good, Johnny is the one who can no longer hold back. The sexual frustration has been strong and the wait long. He's about to show you what his massive cock is really capable of.

-> Continue to Part 2

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like it part v.

megumi fushiguro x reader, college au

no matter what megumi did, you stayed on his mind.

clung to the corners of his thoughts with quiet persistence, showing up in places you had no business being. in the rhythm of his steps across campus. in the way the sunlight filtered through the library windows and reminded him of the way it hit your hair that one afternoon. in the silence between his sentences, where your laugh used to echo.

you weren’t loud in his life—not in the way people usually are when they’re all-consuming. you were subtle. lingering. and no matter how many distractions he threw at himself—assignments, tutoring, anything—his thoughts always curved back to you. effortlessly. inevitable.

in class, he found himself staring blankly at his notes, the curve of your smile etched between every margin. in tutoring sessions, he’d lose his train of thought mid-session, forgetting equations and explanations, your laugh echoing in his head instead. even in sleep you haunted him—appearing in dreams that felt more like memories.

but none of this was new. before you officially met, he’d thought of you constantly—when you were just a name passed around in class, a fleeting glimpse in crowded hallways. back then, the thoughts were curious, occasional, harmless.

but now?

now it was worse.

now it was daily—no, hourly. you lived in the back of his mind like a second heartbeat, impossible to silence. One glance at his phone, one memory of your smile, and there you’d be again—filling his chest with that aching, unbearable something he hadn’t yet dared to name.

you lived in his head like you belonged there. and maybe, just maybe, part of him didn’t want you to leave.

because now, it wasn’t just some fleeting, pathetic crush.

it wasn’t him sitting in class, stealing glances when he thought you wouldn’t notice, silently hoping you’d turn around and meet his eyes—just once. no, now it was different. now it was real.

well… maybe.

because despite the late-night calls and inside jokes, he still wasn’t sure. there was always that doubt whispering at the edge of his thoughts, asking the question he didn’t have the courage to voice:

did you feel the same? or was he just imagining the weight in your gaze, the lingering touches, the flirty smiles.

he didn’t know. so he told himself not to overthink it. that it was casual—just something all college students did. hook up but stay friends. no strings. no labels.

so he shouldn’t assume you were together… right?

maybe he was just reading too much into it. maybe it didn’t meant anything at all.

but the shared playlists, the calls that stretched past midnight, the good morning snapchats with half-sleepy smiles? that had to mean something, right?

or was he just another placeholder in your day?

he didn’t know. and that was the worst part. not the wanting. but the not knowing if he was wanted in return.

“are you seriously checking your phone again?”

megumi didn’t flinch—just kept staring at his phone screen like it might spill a secret if he looked long enough.

sat adjacent to him, nobara raised an eyebrow.

the group of them, to include yuji, inumaki, yuta and maki had decided to take advantage of the warm weather and hang out on the quad. yuta and megumi brought homework of course, nobara brought the snacks, and yuji brought a frisbee and entirely too much energy, dragging maki and inumaki into an impromptu game that started with someone nearly crashing into a picnic blanket. laughter echoed across the grass, sunlight catching in their hair, everything soft and golden and easy.

megumi sat cross-legged on the edge of the blanket, notebook open in his lap but long forgotten.

it would’ve been a relaxing time if he hadn’t been so distracted by the pretty girl in his phone.

“you’ve checked it, like, seven times in the last ten minutes. who is it?” nobara pressed, tearing her gaze away from the chaotic game unfolding on the grass—yuji and maki now locked in a dramatic, slow-motion showdown—to look at megumi, whose brooding expression was even heavier than usual, eyes glued to his phone like it held the answers to the universe.

“no one,” he grumbled.

“liar.”

he sighed, locking the screen but not setting the phone down. like letting go would be too final.

“who do you think?” he rolled his eyes.

nobara leaned forward, her voice gentler now. “is it her?”

megumi didn’t answer, but that was answer enough.

nobara gave a small hum, “you two have been texting a lot lately, right?”

“yea,” megumi muttered. “texting, calling. just… stuff.”

“thats great!” nobara replied but her expression fell when he didn’t react. “that’s great, right?”

he looked away, jaw tight. “i don’t know… she’s just— i don’t know.”

nobara softened. “you don’t know?”

“i mean we talk every day. but she’s just being nice.”

nobara groaned, rolling her eyes like it physically pained her to hear him doubt himself. “please. i don’t think so. she’s never talked to any guy like that before. remember last year? when todo asked for her number a million times? she shut him down every single time—right in front of the seniors, too.”

she leaned forward, leveling him with a look. “she’s not the type to entertain someone just to be polite. if she wasn’t into you, you’d know.”

but megumi still didn’t look convinced. his fingers fidgeted with the corner of his notebook, eyes flicking back to his phone even though no new notifications had come in.

nobara sighed, watching him for a moment—watching the weight he carried in silence.

Nobara let out a sigh, eyeing him for a moment before launching into her own mess—something about the guy she’d been hooking up with since freshman year suddenly having a girlfriend. now she didn’t know how to feel. megumi nodded along, offering the occasional word or grunt, but his mind was elsewhere, still caught in the knots of his own thoughts.

because nobara was right. how you shut guys down without a second thought. polite, confident, calm. you never entertained attention you didn’t want, never let anyone linger in your orbit if you weren’t interested.

but somehow, that only made things more confusing.

if you could have anyone—any guy on campus, someone louder, smoother, more charming—why him?

he wasn’t special. not in the way yuji was, with his easy charisma, or inumaki, with his quiet magnetism. he wasn’t the guy who knew what to say or how to flirt. he was the one who kept to himself, who spoke when necessary and kept his emotions locked behind tired eyes and long silences.

was it just a fling? someone to pass the time with? someone to make the nights a little less lonely?

or was it something more?

he hated how much he wanted it to be more.

your so-called “day off” had somehow become the most chaotic one of the week. it started with an 8AM study group, rolled into a group project brunch at 11, followed by a 2PM check-in with your advisor, and now, yet another study session. luckily, this last one was with your friend emi, which made it feel more like a casual catch-up than actual work.

well—until your attention drifted to your phone.

you’d been texting megumi, the conversation so ridiculous it had you stifling laughter behind your hand. emi noticed almost immediately.

she leaned over the table, eyes narrowing as she tried to peek at your screen. “okay so who’s got you all in love like that?” she asked, tone light but edged with curiosity.

now there are two things to know about emi: one, you’ve known each other since middle school—not best friends, but close through family relationships. and two, she’s always had a bit of a frenemy streak.

ever since high school, when you grew into your features and started catching more attention, things shifted. it wasn’t that emi wasn’t pretty—she had striking features of her own. but she lacked the easy charm you carried, the way people naturally gravitated toward you. she wasn’t as effortlessly likable, not as warm or magnetic.

and somewhere along the way, that quiet difference settled into something heavier—an envy she never fully admitted and you never fully realized.

you angled your phone away on instinct, tucking it slightly under your arm like a secret you weren’t ready to share. “no one,” you said, a little too quickly. “just… some guy I met.”

emi perked up immediately, her pen abandoned on the table. “oh? a boy? you’re actually talking to someone?”

your cheeks warmed. “why does everyone keep saying it like that? yes! i’m talking to someone.”

she raised a brow, lips quirking. “can you really blame us? miss too-perfect-to-have-a-boyfriend actually has a boyfriend?”

“ugh—more like miss too-busy,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “and he’s not my boyfriend.”

“then who is he?”

you hesitated, biting your bottom lip. of course she was going to ask.

“his name’s megumi,” you said finally, voice softer than before.

that made her pause. "megumi? like tall, quiet, looks-like-he-hates-everyone megumi?”

you nodded slowly, your brows knitting together. “you know him?”

“yeah. he runs a study group my friend goes to,” she blinked. “she has a huge crush on him.”

that made you pause.

a crush?

the words slid down your spine like ice water, leaving behind a prickling discomfort. you weren’t sure why it got to you. it wasn’t like he was yours. you had no claim.

and yet… the idea of someone else seeing him the way you had—seeing the quiet warmth behind the cold exterior, the rare smiles, the jokes he only ever texted you—it made your stomach twist in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

“didn’t peg him as your type,” she continued.

not trying to give anything away, you shrugged, trying to play it off. “he’s not. we’re just talking.”

but the way your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, itching to reply to his last message—the one that said i’d study more if u were my tutor ngl—made it clear it wasn’t just talking. not even close.

emi went quiet for a beat, then said, a little too quickly, “right.”

you offered her a smile, hoping it would smooth over the weird tension hanging in the air like static.

but when your phone buzzed again—send a pic or i’ll fail this exam on purpose—you caught it. the subtle twitch of her jaw. the way her eyes flicked to your screen and then away just as fast.

then she went quiet again, eyes focused on her notebook, but she wasn’t really writing. the tension between you thickened—subtle, but unmistakable. the kind that settled in your shoulders and made the air feel heavier than it should.

you glanced at your watch, heart skipping like it was searching for an exit. “actually, shoot,” you said, slipping your phone into your bag. “i totally forgot i have to meet with my TA. she wanted to go over my last paper.”

emi looked up, blinking. “oh. yeah, no problem.”

you stood, grabbing your stuff quickly, trying to make it look casual. “sorry to bail. rain check?”

“of course,” she said, smiling, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

you gave her a quick wave and walked off, the weight of her gaze lingering on your back until you were out the door.

it was a wednesday night, and megumi was holed up in his dorm, slouched on his futon with a controller in hand and a headset snug over his ears. the soft blue glow of the TV lit his face as he focused on the game, fingers tapping with practiced ease. on the other end of the line, yuji’s loud commentary and inumaki’s sarcastic comments blasted through the headset, their voices overlapping in a mess of shouts, laughter, and curses.

he was gratefully yanked from the chaos by the familiar chime of a text. glancing at his phone, his heart skipped when he saw your name glowing on the screen.

hey, you left this here

[image attached]

curious, he opened the photo—and immediately let out a laugh, a rosy blush creeping up his neck.

oh no. my favorite piece of lint. should i come get it?

your response came almost instantly.

you should

he liked your message, a small smirk tugging at his lips, and mumbled a half-hearted excuse into the mic—something about homework, or a headache, he couldn’t even remember. before either yuji or inumaki could protest, he shut the console off mid-match and tossed the controller aside.

the room fell quiet, save for the low hum of his mini fridge and the buzz of anticipation in his chest. he grabbed his hoodie off the chair, ran a hand through his hair, and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

fifteen minutes later, he was standing in front of your door, running a hand through his hair for the third time.

he couldn’t help the nerves that crept in every time he came to see you. because truthfully? he still wasn’t sure what your motive was. what you wanted. if you even wanted anything at all.

but hell—he’d take whatever you gave him. a glance, a ghost of a smile, a fleeting moment at the end of a long day.

so when the door eased open and there you stood—draped in a white cotton baby tee and grey sweatpants, hair a little messy, eyes soft with sleep—he forgot how to breathe. the world narrowed to the frame of your body, the curve of your hips, the soft skin of your abdomen peeking through.

“hey,” you beamed, a gorgeous smile on your face.

“hey,” he murmured back, like a prayer.

then you stepped into him, arms slipping around his waist, and pulled him into a hug.

he melted into it without thinking, his arms wrapping around you like they belonged there. he rested his head against your hair, breathing you in—soft vanilla and something warm, something you. it clung to him, a memory he never wanted to let go of.

“i missed you,” you whispered into his chest. each word sank through the fabric and into his skin, a ghost of warmth trailing behind. he felt them settle in his ribs, where they would haunt him for days.

“i missed you too,” he said, voice barely above a breath—like anything louder might break the moment.

you pulled back just enough to take his hand, fingers lacing with his as you tugged him gently into your dorm. the door shut behind you with a soft click, sealing the two of you in your little world.

as you guided him to your bed, you were already talking—your voice animated, full of the chaos your day had thrown at you. deadlines, professors, coffee spilled on your notes.

he let you push him down, sinking onto the edge without protest. you climbed up beside him, settling against the headboard, and without missing a beat, draped your legs across his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“and then,” you said, eyes narrowing slightly, “she got all weird on me—like, out of nowhere. so i was like ‘well i’m just gonna go’ and she was like…”

megumi blinked, torn between listening and trying to ignore the fact that your legs were warm against his thighs, grounding him in a way nothing else ever could.

the conversation moved easily, effortlessly—like it always did. no stumbles, no awkward silences, just a steady rhythm of words and laughter filling the space between you. it had been nearly an hour of back-and-forth: snippets of your day, rants about school, little stories that spiraled into new ones without warning.

eventually, the topic drifted to anime. then romance anime. and with that came the question—

“which one’s your favorite, though?” megumi asked, tilting his head slightly to look at you. your legs were still draped over his lap, his back resting against the wall, yours against the headboard. your hands were in your lap, fingers absentmindedly entangled.

“hmm,” you murmured, biting your lip in thought. “so many. too many. but if i really think about it— it’s gotta be my love story with yamada-kun at Lv999.”

“oh yeah? why that one?”

your cheeks flushed, warm and sudden, and your eyes dropped from his like they were suddenly too heavy to hold up. you fiddled with the edge of your sleeve, shoulders curling in just slightly.

“um— well— yamada kinda reminds me of you,” you blurted.

megumi blinked, then leaned in with a soft laugh. “yeah?” he asked, eyes searching yours. “that’s cute. how so?”

“he’s quiet,” you replied, voice a little shy but steady. “keeps to himself.”

megumi nodded slowly, like he couldn’t argue with that.

“and,” you added, gaze flicking to his lips, “he doesn’t realize how much all the girls want him.”

he stilled. registering what you said.

it sounded so foreign. girls wanting him?

he hadn’t realized how much time he let pass in silence until you tilted your head, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “told you,” you murmured. “you’re totally a yamada.”

megumi swallowed hard, his voice lower now, softer. “you— you think all the girls want me?”

your smile faltered, just a little, replaced by something more genuine. “i don’t care about all the girls.”

that made him look at you—really look at you.

“i care that i do,” you spoke, quieter this time. “that I want you.”

the silence that followed was thick, electric. he didn’t speak right away. just looked at you like he was trying to memorize the moment. like he couldn’t believe it was real.

and then slowly, almost cautiously, he reached up—fingers cupping your jaw.

“say that again,” he whispered, eyes on your plump lips.

you leaned into his touch. “i want you.”

he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. his eyes flickered between yours and your lips, unsure where to land, unsure what to do with the way your words echoed in his mind.

i want you. i want you. i want you.

they looped on repeat, soft and consuming, unraveling him from the inside out.

“you… can’t say things like that,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

your lips curled into the faintest smile, something knowing in your eyes. “why not?”

he swallowed hard. “because i’ve wanted you since the first time i saw you.”

you blinked, stunned into silence.

and then he leaned in—slowly, giving you time to pull away.

but you didn’t.

and when his lips finally found yours, it was soft at first. testing. like a question.

and when you kissed him back, he answered—his hands cupping your face, his mouth deepening against yours like he was starved and you were the only thing that had ever tasted like home.

the kiss deepened—slow, unhurried, but charged with everything you’d both kept buried for too long. his hands cradled your face like he didn’t trust himself not to break something precious, while yours curled into the fabric of his shirt, anchoring him to you.

you sighed into his mouth, fingers fisting in the fabric of his hoodie, tugging gently—desperate and wordless. he got the message.

without breaking the kiss, megumi shifted, crawling over you with slow, measured movements. his body hovered just above yours, heat radiating off him in waves.

then his knee pressed between your thighs and you let out a soft moan.

“megumi,” your voice was desperate.

his lips found the curve of your neck, soft and slow, like he was memorizing every inch of you with his mouth. each kiss trailed lower—down the slope of your throat, to the spot just below your collarbone that made you shiver.

his hands roamed with reverence, tracing the lines of your waist, your ribs, your thighs, until they finally settled on your hips. firm. grounding.

then he moved you—gently, deliberately—against his knee, and the friction drew a quiet gasp from your lips.

“please,” you breathed, barely more than a sigh. “fuck me.”

the words hit him like lightning—sharp and immediate—ripping through every nerve and settling low in his gut. his breath caught, his body tensed, and for a moment, he just stared at you like you’d knocked the air from his lungs.

“what?” he whispered, his voice wrecked, desperate to hear it one more time. like he needed the confirmation. like your want was the only thing keeping him grounded.

you reached up, pulling him closer, your lips brushing his as you repeated, slower this time, “fuck me, megumi.”

he froze for a moment.

this was new territory. you’d never gone all the way together. not once in the haze of heated makeouts or nights tangled together. he’d never pushed, never asked. always waited, always patient. but now… here you were. you were asking him.

his eyes searched yours, like he was trying to make sure you meant it. that this wasn’t a heat-of-the-moment thing. that you wouldn’t regret it.

when he saw no sign of hesitation in your eyes, he kissed you again. his hands were gentler now, more deliberate as they traced down your sides, memorizing every inch like it mattered.

because it did.

to him, this wasn’t just lust. it was you. and you were everything.

his eyes found yours as he pulled away, his voice barely audible. “i’ll take care of you, baby.”

and you believed him.

because your other nights together had been perfect. he was perfect. he knew your body better than you did. where to touch, how to feel. how to make you come undone in seconds.

and it was never just about lust with him. it was something deeper, something out of touch. something intimate.

as he kissed across your body, hands reverent but hungry, there was a different kind of intensity in his touch—like he knew this wasn’t a moment he’d forget. and he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t either.

then he was undressing you slowly— his hands shaky but careful with you. because this wasn’t just about the want to him. it was about finally crossing a line. the line that divided together or apart.

once the last of both your clothes had fallen to the floor, and you lay beneath him—bare, flushed, and breathless—megumi took the moment to admire you.

your soft hair fanned across the pillows, some falling down your collarbones. your eyes—wide and dark with desire, yet still so innocent. your lips, kiss-swollen and slightly parted, like you were still catching your breath. your cheeks—flushed a deep, blooming red under the weight of his gaze.

“the staring,” you whispered.

he blinked back into reality.

“sorry,” he mumbled, his hands settling on your knees. “you make it hard to focus.”

you opened your mouth to reply, but the words dissolved on your tongue the moment his grip tightened—firm, possessive—and he slowly parted your legs.

your heart stuttered, breath catching in your throat as cool air kissed the heat between your thighs. his eyes flicked down, then back up, dark and hungry, like he was committing every inch of you to memory.

“fuck,” he whispered to himself, but you caught it too.

“can never focus around you,” he murmured, voice low and strained, one hand gliding down with agonizing slowness, his fingertips barely grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

your head fell back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut, a soft sigh escaping your lips.

and megumi’s eyes never left your face.

watched every shift in your expression—every flutter of your lashes, every quiver of your mouth—committing it to memory.

“shit,” he whispered, his fingers now brushing dangerously close to where you ached for him. “falling apart, and i’ve barely touched you.”

and then he did. his fingers finding the heat between your thighs. his thumb brushing that sensitive spot, circling with intent.

you gasped, hips twitching beneath his touch.

“so wet, baby,” he breathed, voice rough and ragged, slipping his fingers inside you now, working you in slow, steady strokes. “for me?”

you could barely nod, your body already unraveling under the attention. “just you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “only you.”

his mouth found yours—messier now, more desperate—your walls clenched around him and his jaw clenched in response, like it took everything in him not to lose it right then and there.

“fuck,” he groaned, the sound low and guttural as his fingers moved deeper, slower, curling just right.

your back arched into him, breath catching, your hands finding his hair, tightening as your thighs trembled around his hand. he felt everything—every pulse, every flutter—like your body was calling to him, begging for more.

“you’re so tight,” he muttered, nearly to himself, like the feeling alone was undoing him.

you pulled his face back to yours, kissed him like you needed him closer—all of him. his hand didn’t stop, not for a second, even as you whispered against his lips, “please, please, megumi. i need you.”

and that did it.

he withdrew his fingers gently, his eyes—dark, dazed, and full of something deeper than lust—never left yours as he leaned back, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips.

your breath hitched as you opened your eyes and caught the sight of him between your thighs.

his arms looked impossibly strong for someone who didn’t even play sports. his abdomen, lean and defined, rose and fell with every breath. a few strands of hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat—and somehow, that only made him look more untouchable. more unreal.

more godly.

you heart pounded in your chest.

he caught the way you stared, and something shifted in his eyes—something tender. and his cheeks turned red.

he leaned down slowly, his breath brushing against your lips—but he didn’t kiss you right away. he hovered, waiting. giving you the chance to pull back, to decide.

you didn’t hesitate.

you leaned up and captured his mouth with yours, soft at first, then fuller, needier. he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, pouring every emotion into it—a gentle distraction as he aligned himself with your entrance.

he pushed into you—slow, careful, inch by inch.

your head fell back against the pillows, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips, your brows drawn in a mix of pleasure and ache. he saw it—the way your body tensed, the flicker of pain across your face—and his lips were on your neck in an instant. kissing. sucking. trying to ground you, soothe you through the stretch of him filling you.

but when his tip pressed too deep, nudging your cervix, a sharp breath escaped you. your hands flew to his hips, halting his movement.

you both stilled—breaths heavy, skin flushed— caught in the overwhelming heat of it.

“goddamn, baby,” he groaned, every syllable thick with disbelief, like he still can’t believe this moment was real.

you whimpered, the stretch of him igniting every nerve ending, your body trembling as it worked to adjust to the slow, searing fullness. it was overwhelming—in the best, most consuming way.

your fingers curled into his shoulders, clutching tight, grounding yourself in the heat rolling through you.

and megumi held still, letting you feel it all, letting you take your time. he watched your expression, his thumb brushing along your cheek as if to say—you okay?—reading every flicker in your eyes like scripture.

you bit your lip and nodded, the words caught somewhere in your throat.

then he moved, slow, careful. like worship. like he had all the time in the world to make you feel right.

every roll of his hips was gentle, deep, unrushed—drawing out soft gasps from your lips, unraveling you one breath at a time.

and he watched you the whole way through. like he couldn’t look away. like the way your mouth fell open and your eyes fluttered shut was something he couldn’t miss.

then his name slipped past your lips, breathless.

and he groaned in response, like it broke something inside him. like it made this real in a way nothing else could.

and then his pace began to pick up—measured at first, but growing with every breathless second. his head dropped to your neck, lips brushing your skin as his resolve began to crumble. his hips snapped into yours with a growing urgency, the rhythm losing its restraint. one hand gripped your hip tight, guiding you to meet each thrust, syncing your bodies like a rhythm only the two of you could hear.

soft groans slipped from his lips, low and muffled against your throat, as if he was trying to hold back—trying not to fall apart too soon.

you were lost beneath him, swallowed by bliss.

it felt like he was still holding back, not burying himself completely, careful not to push too deep, too fast—as to not hurt you. but that hand on your hip—steady, commanding—pulled you against him just right, dragging you closer to the edge with every grind.

your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth falling open.

“oh god,” you moaned, the tension in your core tightening, blazing. a slow, pulsing burn that had you trembling under him, seconds away from unraveling.

the sound of your moan made him shudder, hips faltering for a heartbeat before he found his rhythm again—deeper now, smoother, his restraint hanging by a thread.

“fuck,” your voice was broken now. your fingers dug into his shoulders as the pressure in your core kept climbing, curling tighter and tighter like a storm about to break. every thrust, every drag of him inside you sent sparks down your spine. your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in closer, desperate for more—for all of him.

he could feel it—your body tightening, breaths turning ragged, that telltale tremble in your thighs. so he shifted, propping himself up on one forearm, the other hand sliding from your hip to between your legs.

two fingers found your clit with practiced ease, circling in slow, deliberate motions that pushed you closer to the edge.

a sharp cry tore from your throat, your brows drawn together in overwhelming pleasure. and then—

“come for me, pretty girl,” he whispered, voice low and wrecked.

your back arched, mouth falling open in a silent gasp as your body gave in. you shattered beneath him, nails dragging down his back as waves of heat and pleasure crashed through you. his name left your lips like a prayer—raw, breathless, broken.

he held you through it, his fingers never leaving you, just slowing—softer now, gentler. drawing out every last ripple of your release, like he wanted to feel every second of it with you.

and when you finally came down—your body still twitching, the aftershocks fading—he stayed inside you, letting the moment settle. only when he felt the fluttering around his cock ease did he lift a hand to your jaw, gently guiding your face to his.

“you with me?” he asked, voice low and careful.

you managed a breathless nod, still dazed, and that was enough for him.

he kissed you then—soft and slow, nothing rushed, just the quiet reassurance of lips meeting lips.

you mumbled something against the kiss, too soft for him to catch.

he pulled back, eyes searching.

“lay back,” you repeated.

color flooded his cheeks instantly. he blinked, caught off guard, suddenly fumbling for words.

you couldn’t help but giggle at his sudden shyness, especially after everything. with a firm push to his chest, you guided him back until he was the one sinking into the pillows, wide-eyed and breathless.

he watched you, lips parted, as you slowly swung a leg over his hips, straddling him now. the shift in power made his pulse race.

there was a smile on your face—soft, teasing.

you leaned down, kissing him again— your tongue slipping into his mouth, as your hand reached between you, lining him up. and then, with one steady motion, you sank down onto him.

“fuck,” he groaned, his hands instinctively found your hips, gripping tight.

you took all of him this time. no holding back. letting him fill you completely, all the way to the base.

it burned, a delicious stretch that made your thighs tremble, the tip of him nudging places so deep it made your breath hitch—but you didn’t stop. you didn’t want to.

you wanted to see him unravel. to watch him fall apart beneath you.

so you sucked in a breath, steadying yourself, and began to move.

slow at first. careful. still adjusting to the overwhelming fullness. but even that was enough to make his jaw clench and head fall back against the pillows.

his eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed in pure concentration—trying to hold on, trying not to lose it too fast as his heart pounded and the heat between you grew unbearable.

god, your pussy felt amazing. and he knew lasting long was impossible.

“fuck, baby,” he rasped, voice raw and wrecked. “you feel so fucking good.”

“yeah?” you hummed.

he nodded, about to reply—but then you started lifting your hips rather than rotate them.

and that was it.

his mouth fell open, a strangled moan escaping as his head fell back. you barely made it through three bounces before his grip tightened, fingers digging into your hips to hold you still.

“shit—fuck, wait,” he gasped, but it was too late.

he came with a groan, spilling into you, body shuddering beneath yours.

you kept rolling your hips in slow, lazy circles as he came down, drawing out every last wave of his release.

his breath was ragged, chest rising and falling in uneven bursts as he struggled to steady himself—like he was still somewhere above the clouds, not quite ready to land.

you slid off of him with a soft grunt, the pain setting in, and settled beside him, tugging your duvet over the both of you.

megumi didn’t hesitate. he reached for you immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in close. he guided your leg over his hip, anchoring you to him, your body flush against his chest—like he needed you there to breathe.

the quiet of the night wrapped around you like a second blanket. megumi felt completely at peace—your scent in the air, the softness of the comforter, your head resting on his chest, his arms snug around you. he even felt his eyes begin to droop when—

“you know… now’s usually the part where you ask me on an actual date.”

his eyes snapped open.

oh god.

embarrassment hit him like a wave.

duh.

he’d wanted nothing more than to take you out—spend as much time with you as possible. but even after all the nights spent tangled in your sheets, after all the ways you let him in—into your bed, your arms, into you—he never let himself believe you wanted more.

he always assumed it was casual for you. something fleeting. something that would end before it ever really began.

so he buried the thought every time it surfaced.

but now—here you were. smirking, eyes soft, telling him to ask you out.

what an idiot he is, huh?

“shit— I— I know,” he mumbled.

“unless you don’t want to,” you said softly, and he felt the subtle tension creep into your body.

“no, i do! more than anything,” he rushed out, voice firm now. “I just… didn’t know how you felt about it.”

you gave a thoughtful little hum, like you weren’t ready to let him off the hook just yet.

“and you’ve also said no to every guy who’s ever asked you out, so…” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

you raised a brow. “how do you know that?”

a blush crept up his cheeks. “i told you—i’ve wanted you since the first time i saw you.”

you tilted your head, curious now. “and when was that?”

you were looking right at him, and he had to glance away, jaw tightening to keep from stammering.

“intro to psych. last year.”

you blinked. “we took that together?”

megumi let out a quiet groan and covered his face with one hand. of course you didn’t remember.

“i’m sorry,” you said quickly, guilt lacing your voice. “i don’t really pay attention to guys. i never would’ve noticed you.”

“so why did you?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. it was his turn to press for answers.

your eyes met his, holding his gaze for a moment too long—soft, secretive, a small smile tugging at your lips. then, without a word, you shook your head and buried your face in his chest.

“not telling you,” you mumbled against his skin.

“what? why not?” he whined, genuinely offended.

you laughed at his outburst.

“i’ll tell you when i figure it out,” you replied softly. “i still can’t figure out what it is about you that makes me feel… different.”

megumi stayed quiet, letting your words hang in the air, giving you space to find the next ones.

“i’ve never had a boyfriend,” you continued, voice thoughtful. “or anything close to it. i’ve always been too busy—with school, my internship, all that. there was never any room.”

you paused, pressing your cheek against his chest.

“but i don’t know… something about you feels right. like you fit into my life so easily.”

megumi’s heart was pounding now, so loud he was sure you could hear it.

he didn’t say anything at first—afraid that if he did, it might break the moment. so he just held you tighter, his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles on your back, grounding himself in the warmth of you.

“don’t know how you did it,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “didn’t even see you coming.”

he smiled against your hair, his heart still racing. “guess i got lucky.”

you pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes soft and searching. “me too.”

that made his breath hitch—sharp and unexpected, like you’d knocked the air right out of his lungs.

“so,” he forced himself to speak, “will you let me take you out?”

a bright gorgeous smile lit your face. your eyes glimmering.

“yes,” you whispered.

then you curled closer. your leg tightened around his waist, your head resting on his chest.

you let the silence envelop you again. and eventually your breathing shifted. coming slower. the rise and fall of your chest becoming rhythmic.

a telltale sign—you were drifting off.

already asleep in his arms, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

and megumi followed soon after.

[tzuyusluv]

❥ Soft Things NCT 127 Does

Taeyong

• Does skincare with you but he will sit you in his lap to do it. He says it’s the only seat available

• He focuses on you and your habits so much, he’s started to adopt them and the members point out that you’re both doing the same thing

Johnny

• Calls you Mx. Suh so much that the members actually started to think you guys got married and didn’t invite them

• Holds you against his chest and gives you kisses literally everywhere he can reach

Yuta

• Teaches you Japanese and his favorite recipes from his childhood

• Gave you a light stick and put his shirtless pictures in it

Doyoung

• Sings you love songs and always ends them with a passionate kiss that he hopes translates all his love for you

• Him putting his glasses on you and then taking a picture of you for his Lock Screen, his Home Screen, his pfp for your text messages, because it always makes him smile when he sees it

Jaehyun

• Sends you videos of him messing around with filters when he really misses you

• Constantly licking his lips because he knows that you’ll watch him do and get flustered

Winwin

• Teaches you how to dance and covers your body with his and sometimes he’ll peck your neck when you least expect it

• Sends you voice messages whenever something happens like he got a coffee or he saw a cute animal

Jungwoo

• Putting a shirt with a collar on so you hopefully get the hint that he wants you to pull him into a kiss by his shirt

• Plays with your fingers, especially if you wear rings. Sometimes he’ll take on and put it on your ring finger if doesn’t have one already but if it does, he refuses to move it

Mark

• For some reason, he likes to watch you sleep?? You’ll ask about it and he says that he likes seeing you relaxed and calm

• Lets you steal his hoodies and takes a picture of you when you wear them, then sets it as his lock screen

Haechan

• Wearing matching rings and when he gets flirted with, he’ll lift up his hand and show them the ring

• As a greeting, he’ll come up behind you and kiss your neck. Sometimes he’ll do it to wake you up or as a goodbye

[hwaflms]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nct 127 as 1d songs!

‧₊˚ 💭 ✩彡 , , 0.69k, fluff + slight suggestive + slight angst, just lil snippets of you and 127 with one direction songs, not my usual writing style, TELL ME UR FAV 1D TRACKS

♡ taeil . . . last first kiss

rainy days, soft smiles and soft kisses, nicknames, casual dates, putting away groceries, taking photos of things to show each other later, promises, painting dates, secret handshakes, prolonged stares, drawing each other, approving photos to post, kisses on the top of your head, karaoke nights, trying street food together, song recommendations, deep questions, laughing over some soju, denial and hesitation, splashing each other with wet hands

♡ taeyong . . . little things

LONG showers, buying clothes for you, matching jewellery, folders in your galleries for each other, perfume, long talks over tea, words of affirmation, flowers, crying in front of each other, wine nights, slow dancing, sending you reminders to eat, falling asleep over call, learning ukulele together, staying-in days, holding hands 99.99999% of the time, corny jokes, bike rides, playing video games, cutting fruit for each other, naps while it's raining outside

♡ johnny . . . she's not afraid

secret movie dates, drive-thru mcdonald’s, tight dresses, tousled hair, long video calls, subtle lock screens, orange-scented soap, sneaking out at night, drunken confessions, the two of you together in the background of every photo, watching scary shows, kissing in the dark, running, texting while in the same room, lying in his arms, windy nights, knowing each others favourite songs, screenshots, hushed whispers, road trips, dancing in the kitchen

♡ yuta . . . perfect

parties at 1 am, hailing taxis, long sloppy kisses, tucking hair behind each others ears, red bull cans, blasting music in the car, ice cream runs, eye contact, skinny dipping, cheap hotels, playing pool, texting late at night, beach walks, wind blowing in your face, meeting in secret, italian restaurants, thin cigarettes, messy sheets and hair, windows all the way down, knowing smiles, wearing his shirt at home, soft gasps, motel pools, cherry lip balm, getting tattoos together, getting kicked out of parties

♡ doyoung . . . half a heart

soft sweaters, missed calls, buying his detergent, matching rings, soft wispy clouds, two different kinds of juices in your fridge, puddles, picnic dates, mixed up socks, never deleting photos, the first text after an argument, books with notes in them, walks by the river, watching a show together, conversations in the dark, spontaneous coffee meet-ups, naming plants, museum visits, drives in the rain, saving memes about each other, empty lockets

♡ jaehyun . . . no control

stargazing, drinking on rooftops, meeting at parties, red cups, pool nights, lipstick stains, the smell of his perfume, oversized clothing, driving fast when the roads are empty, voice messages, morning kisses, private playlists, tinted taxis, looking for each other in a room, holding your hair back, strong coffee, silk pillowcases, clothes on the floor, selfies on each others phones, muffled moans, drunk tattoos, pinching his cheeks

♡ jungwoo . . . 18

amusement park dates, walks at night, letters on beige paper, photo booth pictures, ugly keychains, playing on the seesaw when the playgrounds empty, passing notes, keeping said notes, bracelets, having each other as your lock screen, messy beds, lists of baby names, knowing each other's favourite songs, extra toothbrushes, shampoo bottles, yearbook cutouts, shoebox filled with letters and trinkets, holding pinkies, random texts throughout the day, talking to his mom on the phone, long calls

♡ mark . . . i want to write you a song

pure innocent love, cafe dates, warm hugs, board games and hot chocolate, writing songs for you, sharing clothes, pecks while smiling, cookie recipes, said cookies ending up burnt, karaoke nights, acoustic guitars, writing desks, cheek kisses, grocery shopping, badly taken polaroids, long walks, late night conversations, photo albums, beanies when it's cold, holding hands under the table, wearing his glasses, breakfast in bed, bouquets, scarfs, walks along the sand

♡ haechan . . . temporary fix

stolen glances, smokey rooms, making out in the back of a taxi, moonlight, hair flying in the wind, playing footsie under the table, jealousy, talking on the phone late at night, eyes meeting across the room, drunken kisses, sitting on his lap, lots of 'are you awake?' texts, vodka sours, mirrored lense sunglasses, dyeing each other's hair, locking doors, lips on your neck, avoiding questions, stupid contact names, waking up in his clothes, empty wine bottles, bright sunsets, 10+ tiktoks and memes every morning, voice notes of him singing

[occasionalclown]

Jujutsu Kaisen Lock Screens 👹 - Yuta Okkotsu Edition

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[6okuto-moved]

"training your boyfriend to take pics" w yuuji where he takes it so seriously he's created an album of your example shots + inspo so he can really lock in. he's hyping you up the whole time and noticing little details like hair out of place or a charm on your bag facing the wrong way. every time you tag him in posts it's an ego boost

yuta takes it seriously too but he also has like. an unexpected natural talent + amount of luck. he can't see the screen because the sun's so bright but he manages to take the perfect golden hour shot. he times the short video with a breeze blowing your outfit or hair and a bird taking off behind you and you're both like ???!! how

[faggotmox]

title: I Won't Last A Day Without You rating: general pairing: Wheeler Yuta/William Regal (former), Bryan Danielson/Wheeler Yuta word count: 530 warnings: all hurt no comfort, villains being villains, like abuse honestly summary: Yuta's internal crisis waiting to see Bryan in the hospital. (Directly Post All Out 2024)

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There’s no one else.

The halls are quiet this time of night, the white walls screaming silently at Yuta as he waits and waits. Knots of anxiety and fear fighting it out in the pit of the young man’s stomach. There’s no one else. Is there anything left? Why did this happen? The silence of the hospital did little to quiet Yuta’s thoughts as he questioned everything he held dear for the last few years.

There aren’t many contacts in Yuta’s phone anymore. Let alone people he could actually talk to, no one else that knew the situation. Briefly Yuta wondered if he texted Eddie to concede about Claudio, if that would get him anything. It didn’t seem fair. Eddie warned him many times, but it always fell on deaf ears. Just like what happened before with the Best Friends.

Tucked away at the back of Yuta’s mind, in a locked box adorned with dust, was the possibility of contacting someone he swore he’d never speak to again. The screen of his phone stayed black as Yuta tried to steal his will against temptation. Self control and discipline were exactly what was expected of him right now. Except, Yuta thought, if he contacted this person then at least he might get some insight into what happened.

Before the young man could make sense of his own feelings around the idea, his phone lit up. Illuminated on the display was the name. The fear in the pit of Yuta’s stomach won the fight. The melancholy soft rock of the Carpenters played the ringtone Yuta never had the guts to change. The sickeningly happy image of two smiling men drenched in sweat after training that also stayed the same. Yuta didn’t expect to ever be contacted again so he kept the personal touches to comfort himself.

Eventually the song stopped playing, no longer bouncing down the empty halls. The haunting image disappeared from the screen, like the ghost of the man pictured. As the fear eased out of Yuta’s gut, the voicemail notification popped up. A cold sweat broke out across his skin as the implication hung in the air.

The phone was left on top of the hard hospital seat as he started to pace in short little strides that grew longer into chaotic routes up and down the hall. Everything in his brain screamed ‘danger! don’t listen to the message’ over the gullible naivety of his heart. After all, there was the smallest possibility that the message could help, right?

After ten long minutes worth of pacing, the worn out Yuta finally broke down. The phone was retrieved, unlocked, and the voicemail played. As the recording started the young man realized he was holding his breath and exhaled loudly. The voice of his old mentor, his former family, came through the speaker.

“Sunshine, I know you’re not going to want to hear this.” No pleasantries, no fondness, no kindness. The nickname sounded like a formality or maybe a jab. “He deserved it. As did you.” The devastating click that signaled the end of the call broke what was left inside Yuta.

There was no one else. There was nothing left.

[darlingofsatoru]

—HEARTSTRINGS UNBOUND (part one)

A Sukuna/reader smau— In which you fall further for the ‘bad boy’ who just happens to be a friend you made in middle school..

You sigh, dragging yourself through the familiar hallway for the first time in weeks.

You definitely hadn’t missed it as you reach the classroom labeled as ‘AU3’ on paper in bold letters.

“Great, let’s hope people I know are in here..” you mutter before stepping in, opening and closing the door as casually as you can manage.

Your eyes dart around and spot.. Mai Zenin, Yuta Okkutsu, Momo Nishimiya and regretfully Kenjaku Geto.

Damn it, at least you know everyone here so far.

You slip next to Yuta, sighing as he smiles nervously.

“Hey, don’t be so worried, at least we’re in the same class.” You reassure, patting his back but pausing when the door opens once more.

Megumi Fushiguro.

You wave him over, with him sitting behind you and Yuta with a silent tiredness.

“Fushiguro, you okay?” The boy beside you asks, still nervous.

“…Yeah. I wanna move classes.” Megumi replies, scowling at Kenjaku, who’s directly behind him.

Kenjaku simply smirks, waving as you sigh, waving back awkwardly.

“God I hate that guy..” Yuta mutters, gaining two nods in reply.

As time goes on, a few people you don’t know come in, either ignoring everyone or being the exact opposite.

It’s only until it’s when you’re counted as late that another student appears, hands in their pockets with a raised eyebrow present as he takes in who’s in his class this year.

“Crap, not him.” Megumi groans, head in his hand as the teacher scolds him for being late.

“What, It’s not my problem. At least I shower, which you obviously haven’t done today.” Sukuna complains, gaining an angry rant in return.

Students either stare or avoid the boy’s gaze up until the teacher says to stand at the back so he could introduce the seating plan.

You stand in-between Mai and Sukuna, desperately trying not to glance at Sukuna every few minutes (and failing each time when you meet his gaze and he simply smirks).

“Okay, students, listen up. At the front we have Nishimiya, Fushiguro, Zenin and Aikawa.” The teacher speaks up, eventually directing each student up until it was only you and Sukuna, “You two, at the back two seats.”

You pale at that, catching the worried or concerned (and amused, from a certain someone) looks you get with a furrow of your eyebrow.

“You forgot how to talk?” Sukuna speaks up, tilting his head as he walks forward a bit, waiting for you to follow.

Megumi raises an eyebrow at that and you ignore him, walking to your seat and sitting down.

Sukuna plops into the one next to you, staying quiet for a bit before getting his phone out under the table.

You follow suit, not wanting to listen to the teacher complain about how long the seating plan took..

You sigh, wondering how on earth Inumaki of all people was so late.

Your best bet on texting currently was either Nobara or Yuji.

You go to text once more but shove your phone into your pocket when the teacher comes near, unknowingly leaving your lock-screen visible to your seat-mate.

“The better brother?? Really?” Sukuna surprises you, talking right into your ear, “And I thought we were pretty good friends, [name].”

You resist the urge to jump up, “Yuji put his number in for me and I just left it, geez.”

Sukuna huffs, “Typical Yu— Hey, you call him by his first name?”

“I call most people by their first names, you know?” You sweatdrop, hoping he wouldn’t bring up that you’ve known him longer yet don’t call him by his.

“I don’t recall you saying Ryomen before, [name].”

Your jaw feels like it’s gonna drop off— he wants you to say his name???

“Well I have, you know? It’s easy; Ryomen.” You smile, trying not to blush as you lie through your teeth and finally utter his first name (to his face, anyway).

He stays quiet for a seconds, almost thoughtful, before he grins widely.

“Use that from now on, yeah? It’d be disrespectful for me to call you by your first name and for you not to do so in return..”

You huff, the fact that he doesn’t care about respect whatsoever being left unspoken.

“You two at the back, quieten down!” The teacher interrupts, making you shove your phone further into your pocket in a way it was impossible to be seen unless someone was really close.

Sukuna rolls his eyes but says nothing, flipping the teacher off after she looked away (and gaining a giggle from you in return, something he seemed to take pride in; not that you’d ever notice).

You smile lightly, eyes darting down to your phone as a message pops up from Megumi.

The bell rings and students let out sighs of relief, including you and Sukuna himself.

“Want me to walk ya’ to lunch?” He offers, hands on his hips rather menacingly despite the kind offer.

You resist the urge to say no because two of your best friends were already nearby and instead grin, “How can I turn down such an offer?”

He rolls his eyes, always walking slightly more in front of you, like watching out for anything.

Your phone buzzes and you know it’s Megumi complaining about how you just up and left because Sukuna asked.

You sigh, a smile making it’s way onto your face as he mumbles about how annoying your new teacher is.

Character intros | Part 2 | Part 3

[sea-of-dust]

Till it becomes a pumpkin

Yuta Maki Inumaki x Gn! Reader

Summary: part one of the tamaki s/o series this one ant for my moots its for me 😻

Notes: the reader will be referred to as boss sometimes. Reader has a curse technique to suppress certain things and extends this ability to objects. Little Halloween snit bit at the end of eatch one. IM SORRY IM A DAY LATE.

Warnings: swearing, pretty long headcannons, not proofread some parts im half asleep.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When he joined jujitsu high, you had this werid welcoming feeling about you. He couldn't put his finger on it...that was till you,Inumaki and Panda cornered him. "As your classmate I cannot stand by and watch you suffer" you pull out two hairclips "please hold still" utterly confused yet letting it happen you carefully put the hair clips on. "Rika didn't come out..." "that just means my cursed technique is as amazing as ever" "Bonito flakes" "Shut up inumaki" you pull out a mirror showing him the hairclips in his hair. "It only suppresses Rikas will to attack people you consider allies, only take it off when you feel you have full control"

He stuck around you more than anyone else there, sometimes hiding behind you. "Wait till he realizes you can barely flight" "keep talking and I'm going to suppress your hairline into next week" you held Yutas hand with that same welcoming warm presence. "You'll be fine" Even when he got to know you all better he still stuck by you and inumaki the most.

"You're so cute Yuta!!" Is something mostly everyone's heard for the past year, you'll never stop showering him with praise and affection for the most minor things. "You're into him" "PFTTT please yutas my best friend plus he's always so gloomy I'm only trying to cheer him up" "Bonito flakes" "I swear to god Inumaki" "you're into him!!" Panda walks back to Yuta and then to you "you have a fat chance!" "STOP WITH THE STUPID POSE" thank god he somehow didn't hear half of that conversation

He did try to confess to you...multiple times. "So I was thinking we could go out sometime" "oh? So you finally proposed a spot?" "I really like you y/n" "I like you too Yuta!" "Really?" "Yea you're my friend!" He'd never correct you thinking you were just avoiding the topic when in reality you just never got it. Until most of your friends called you out on it. "I don't know he just seems more glum than usual" you pause looking up when two figures hover over you "has anything happened over those few days" "well...he said he liked me and that he wanted to go out" your friends stare in shocked silence. "What?" One of them finishes up a few pencil strokes "have you considered the fact he has a crush on you" your eyes widen at the thought. "WAIT HE DOES?!" "You tone deaf idiot" and so they set up a plan to isolate both of you from the rest. "Turn em down like him back I don't care" as soon as the door locks you sigh lightly "Yuta...do you have a crush on me" his eyes widen with his cheeks turning pink. "Why would you think that" "you lock arms with me alot you say things that kinda flew over my head at first and" he shushes you quickly avoiding eye contact, moving his hand off your mouth as you begin to speak up. "I love you too Okkotsu" you could have sworn you saw his heart skip a beat "are you serious?" "I wouldn't joke with someone's feelings, especially yours" you could have sworn he was on the brink of tears watching him walk up to you, gripping you waist tightly and hiding his face in your chest. As soon as you pat his head the waterworks flow. "There there Yuta" hugging him back gently you let him cry into your chest

"Sooo who's the lucky lad boss" "I'm not telling you" "you don't have to he's your lock screen" "WHEN DID YOU GET MY PHONE" you link arms with your friend "MAKE THEM STOP PLEASEEE" "I would but this Yuta person has me intrigued aswell" "...you can't be serious" "were very serious, we should share cake with him!" "..oh no" they did meet him sadly and found out how easy it was to fluster him. "So how's the boss like around you" "eh?!" "Do they not treat you differently at all" Yuta hesitantly takes a bite of cake "now that you mention it they do hug me more often" your friend stares at him narrowing his eyes watching Yuta flush up. "Something tells me boss kisses you before bed too" "HUH?!?" "Knew it cross it off bingo!" "I got a cross already" "I already filled mine" "dammit"

He probably has a bingo too with how open he is to showing pda. Hugs from behind that feel like he's trying to be as close to you as humanely possible, whispering into your ear small little things he wanted to do later, kissing you suddenly but somewhere private, and the free space casually calling you "honey or babe" infront of everyone but Gojo. This is mostly how your friend group outside of school found out about the people you go to school with. "So you're here for the bingo of your life huh?" "First one to fill their board wins" "you're on" turns out Yuta was the one everyone got bingo on first.

This is also why you two mostly go on dates in the night. "Pst yuta yutaa" he rolls over "pookie" "NO NOT AGAIN oh-" sitting up suddenly he sees you at his window "WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!" "No time to explain I wanna take you somewhere" "where?" "A surprise" you lead him out the window to a small hill sitting down on the grass. "Wait for it" he does only looking at you though until you suddenly point at the sky, his eyes widen as stars begin to fall not noticing when his head lands on your shoulders. "I'm sorry I heard the news and didn't wanna be the only one to see it" his hand reaches for yours while he watches the stars. "I just wanted to show you this then we'll be off" "then let's stay a while" he moves a bit closer "but you can barely keep your eyes open" he hugs you suddenly "then let's stay till I fall asleep" you only hum in response you two watching the stars together.

You two couldn't be separated even for two secounds. Of course if it was for a mission you'd be understanding but that wasn't gonna stop you from your u.f.o accusations. "HES BEEN TAKEN GET THE HELICOTPER I BEG OF YOU" "Why do you have one at the ready? But relax he's in Africa for a mission" "of course.." "nothing to worry about" as soon as maki tried to hang up "ALIENS KIDNAPED EM AND NOW THEYRE KEEPING HIM IN AFRICA" "HES FINE CALM DOWN" she sighs into the mic "listen..Yuta is gonna come back he'll be fine mostly unharmed now please go back to sleep" she hears a sniffle on the other line "thank you Maki" didn't stop you for nearly losing all energy and barely able to perform starlight kicks "Boss what was that?" "Starlight kick more like bummy poke" they're waiting for the random rain so you can reach maximum dramatic. "I know you two text everyday but if you miss him call him" "you cake devouring monster what a great idea!" You call him near instantly and suddenly your emo arc is over. Wait till you learn Yutas been the same way while away.

As soon as he gets back you do almost instantly notice his change in demeanor. More confidently standing infront of you and smiling warmly. "Yuta..." "yes?" "YOURE SO CUTE HOW COULD ANYONE BE INTIMADATED YOURE LIKE A PUPPY" that demeanor instantly broken by how you showered him with adoration. "Super soft too" you hug him for a long while everyone coulda sworn that guy turned a new shade of red just because of you. "And you took off the hairclips I'm so proud of you Yuta" you hold his head to your chest hugging him close not noticing just how flustered he is yet happy to be by your side. "That reminds me" you feel Two objects clip to your hair with him showing the same hairclips you gave when you first met him. "They look nice on you" giggling softly he takes a picture of your confused face. "DONT TURN THIS ON ME YOURE WAY CUTER WITH THESE ON" "I don't need em anymore!" "I don't care put em back on!!"

"Close your eyes and" Click, as soon as that's heard a bunch of lights and decoration were turned on. "It looks amazing Yuta I can't thank you enough" "don't mention it" "I will mention the cutiest Halloween decorator in the world!" You cup his cheeks ready to give him a small kiss. "Ew cut it out" "what if kids see" "you two need to get a life" they both shake their head in unison "simp" "oh my god" "they just came to remind you we had a party at the school" one of your friends hand you a flyer "yes I know I was just about to leave my candy bucket out" "that's not the problem" your friend looks at Yuta "where's his costume?" Your eyes widen at this realization. "...I'll be right back" you drag him inside quickly opening your drawer of make-up "when did you have this?" "You doubt how many times people ask for either a pad or makeup, always prepare for everything!" You run around gathering things while panicking and looking back at him only to get some of the best smiles in modern day. "Yuta don't look at me like that it's making me wanna give you dog ears" he turns away hearing tou ravange your closet when finally you settle on an outfit for him. "Here here we don't have time put it on I beg of you" "you think boss is going through hell up there" "have faith in y/n if they can manage to make probably criminals into club memmbers well be ok" they all look at their rabbit loving friend. "What?" "AHHHHHHHH" "that's bosses "I SAW SOMETHING WAYYY TOO GOOD THE TWINS SHOULD DO SOME DIGGING AND MAKE FUN OF EM SCREAM" "you're adorable" your on the brink of tears looking at him after putting on the outfit "the most handsome phantom I've ever seen" "are you sure-" "I'm very sure I'll just have to change my outfit last minute but" you sit him back down grabbing your eye liner "please hold still this shouldn't be long" "oh no please take your time" the same guy enjoying how close your chest was to him watching your eyes narrow as you figure out what to do. It's a great view on his end. Unfortunately, you finish quickly with you quickly changing to match him. "Alright lets-" you were stopped by him hugging you tight placing kisses all over your face. "I couldn't pass up this chance for the world" he kisses you again "you're gonna ruin your make-up Yuta" you avoid eye contact "I don't mind if it means you get to cup my face more" "Yuta!" You walk downstairs with him with the others. "Alright dearest" "blerg" "Shut up, anyway let's go win that contest" "that you're suddenly interested in" "Why yes since I have the best partner for it ever there's no wa-" your friend shushes you casually throwing you and Yuta into the car you all shared "lets go before they start monologing" "YEAAA"

She wonders why you don't use a ball instead of those needles for weapons... Because while you were playing with friends outside of school all she heard was "IVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU TWO, STARLIGHT KIIIIIICK" and a few secounds later she got knocked out cold. Woke up in your bedroom with you crying next to her. "MAKI YOURE AWAKE!!" "What the hell happened" "you were hit with bosses starlight kick" "it was for them! I didn't mean to hit you!" Sincere sounding enough didn't save you from her attempting to train with you.

"It's either you teach me that kick or we train together for a week" "please don't ive seen what you've done to Yuta" you did attempt to teach her your kick and it mostly failed miserably, didn't stop you from suddenly getting determined to try harder. "Welp looks like you're training with me" you move her leg a bit "try kicking it now and with wind up" "ok?" "And kick it like Panda made a weird comment about you" she performed a starlight kick flawlessly at that momment. You cheered watching that ball go into orbit while maki grumbled under her breath. "That was amazing Maki!" "First try too" She always seemed to come up to you more often to flex her achievements just so you could stroke her pride a bit.

You even spoke about her outside of jujitsu tech. "Boss is into people that would most likely step on em. As usual they're always this werid" "CUT IT OUT YOU TWO, Makis super cool though you'll love her!" Little to say they did love her, so much she's basically apart of your friend group outside of school now. They're debating on making her the new vice prez to witch you friend did NOT approve to say the least. "Atleast she won't take pictures of us while asleep" "actually I have them while most of you were awake and those have been selling better than the sleeping ones suggest you get better sheets" "Awe man" "wadya mean awe man he just confessed to having cameras in our houses" "unless you wanna sell them for free" there's a long silence. "I don't think we should demote em guys" "yea totally not illegal im blind" "bliinndddd" three of you say in unison

She does like dragging you around to do stuff with her. "Y/n!" "Yea!" "Lets go to the supermarket together" "what could be waiting for us there-" "instant coffee" "SAY NO MORE" you do this happy go lucky little dance whenever you drink it even though she finds it childish it is pretty fun watching you enjoy instant coffee. "Thank you Maki I'm gonna drink the entire box" "save some for me" "maybe" "wadya mean maybe?" She did have to hide any mention of instant coffee around you.

The twins use her to mess with you, knowing to exploit your totally not obvious crush on her. "Hey boss wanna play" "I'm busy right now" "shame I guess we'll just have to plan our wedding with Maki then" you turn your head around almost like an owl as soon as maki and marry were in the same sentence. "I'll play" your voice suddenly more threatening and low as the twins shrug "alright then-"

She did like being around you alot, that changed from like to loved the day you hugged her when she got back from a mission. "MAKI!" no time for her to respond she braced for impact, not expecting a quick yet tight hug from behind. "I missed you a bit" "seems like more than a bit" you huff softly "I..." You tighten your grip even more "just had a bad feeling atleast I was wrong" sighing she pushes you off "you're gonna crush my ribs" "OH-" You let go of her backing up "I'm glad you're ok Maki" she couldn't sleep after hearing those words, you're the worst for saying that you owe her!

So she makes it her mission to ask you out. Shouldn't be that hard except she doesn't know how to put it. "Oh so you're trying to ask out y/n" the twins giggle "don't worry we got you covered" your friend pushes up his glasses before him and the twins get to work "remmber Wednesday by their window and be there by sundown" the twins smirk while your friend finishes up the thing he was scribbling. "Put this in their mail" "Sure thing!" She did what she was told opening your window to see you turned around "Maki, I must confess this is kinda...unlike you" "wadya mean?" You give her the note "IM IN LOVE LOVE. EVRYTIME I LOOK AT YOU IT FEELS LIKE MY HEART BEATS OUTTA MY CHEST PLEASE MARRY ME!!" That's all she got through before crumbling it "im gonna end em" letting her in from the window and closing it. "They usually do that thinking they'll help, they're not very good at love notes" you cringe remembering one of them, looking to see Makis embrassed expression. "So they tricked me" "I mean they got your message across" laughing softly she narrows her eyes walking closer "I like you, go out with me" "so straight foward" she looked at you seriously "I love you aswell if it wasn't odvious" sighing she hugs you hesitantly.

She won't be lovey dovey in public she mostly hides it, infact you didn't even know she had a crush on you till she told you. Won't stop her from bluntly declaring it. "Soo" the twins stare at you two walking in, you not sure how Maki will feel about it decide not to say anything, fortunately for you she smirks "we're dating" everyone stops in their tracks before an uproar of "WOOAAAHAHAHHAAHHAHH"'s were heard. The clubroom sounded like a frat house. "Congrats boss!" "CONGRATS Y/N!" The look on one of your fangirls faces were priceless exactly what she aimed for when doing that.

As SOON as you two are alone, it's a different story. "You should kiss me" "you just closed the door maki" your laugh only makes her even more lovesick. "You owe me two now" "so unfair" she's all over you when your alone as if acting on every thought she held off in public. "Maki dial it back-" she kisses your cheek "what scared?" As if teasing you she holds your hands pinning you down "I've been waiting all day for this you know" you go to school the next day looking a bit stunned by thise events that anytime you think of maki you just kinda pause. This happened way too much. Thank god no one figured out why.

She dosent understand why you help people so much its kinda painful to see you walk into odvious traps. Such as the one set up by a newspaper club. "Excuse me you know y/n correct" "yes why?" "Is it true they have a dark side?" She thinks back a bit "you mean the emo phases?" "NO NO not that! The evil dark side kind" she realizes what's going on rather quickly "No matter of fact y/n's a ball of idiotic sunshine" "Maki!!" You shout out to her suddenly "come on! We're about go start the next round without you!" She walks off toward you ignoring further questions from the newspaper club. Unluckily for them they had gotten a surprise visit from the club memmbers aswell as her. "They disbanded? What a shame" "indeed" "you two just pushed up your glasses in sync that was cool" "do it again"

She took you to a haunted house not expecting to carry you the entire time. "AHHHH MAKI A GHOST!" "it's super small tho" "SAVE MEEE" "MAKI!!" As much as she would admit your cute when scared she wasn't gonna let em jumpscsre you like that. "Hold my hand" you blush a bit "oh I cant" "you wanna get outta here?" You grab her hand as she leads you out with ease, almost avoiding all jumlscares. "What about this" she presents to you a small cart. "Now we can't run" "don't worry too hard about it" swallowing your fear temporary you went through the ride with her resting on her shoulder fully admiring the scenery. "Thsnk you for bringing me" "don't mention it" she pinches your cheeks "your reaction to all this is key ya know" "they really are scary!" "One was just a cut out" "still scary!" She laughs softly at that "what?" "Maki protect me!!" Qouting you as your face turns red "your the worst" "oh please you love me" she kisses your cheek not thinking much of it, but leaving you speechless. "You know you never kissed me in public before..." You get a bit bashful "maybe I should be scared more often" "too late already know your tactics" "awe"

"BONITO FLAKES!!" "STOP SQUIRMING" he kept moving his head away as you tried to give him a spoon. "Inumaki you're gonna taste this so I don't lose to those two idiots and you're gonna be honest" "Mustard leaf!" "Gojo was being dramatic he didn't pass out!" You see disgusted fear in his eyes before he swallows down and opens his mouth. To his surprise its pretty amazing. "Sooo" he narrowed his eyes "salmon" "YES!" "I never knew you cooked" Panda walked in. "Why I do, to make everyone happy I mastered many things" "so you mastered leaving the teachers bedridden" "I TOLD YOU HE WAS JUST BEING DRAMATIC, that won't stop me from beating the twins in this bet" you smirk "maybe I'll even get that little bunny holding monsters approval!" You reach your fist to the sky. No one was sent to bed because of your cooking that day.

You've always forced inumaki to do stuff with you and in exchange whenever he'd as you'd use your curse technique to limit the effect his abilities had on him. He just had to sit through a make-over scene. Sometimes he thinks you can just nerf his powers entirely if you tried but you'd always respond "last time I tried to cancel someone's cursed technique I think I was too broad with it, think the guy ended up with like 50% fish 50% human it was really awkward". He "looses" the clips you gave him and you always have the same "WHAAA we must set up a funeral arrangement" "salmon" "don't agree your paying for it" "fuck" "don't speak normally while I'm reconsidering our friendship"

You're also the Inumaki decoder, which is why you two are usually partnered for missions, totally not because Gojo sees it happening. "Those two are married" "Why yes they are" "what-" "Bonito flakes" "not what you said last time this question came up" you could feel inumaki go deadpan you could tell the guys smiling under there "Bonito flakes" said in the most "I'm lying" way ever "I swear- give it to us before this guy ends up six feet under"

He definitely would find out the hard way what club you do outside of the high school. This "cooking competition" was actually a setup for something else something with rose petal involvement... "Welcome ladies" "AAAAAAAAHHH" "I've made eatch one thinking of all of you please savor every bite" "oh y/n you remembered my favorite dish!" "How could I forget something that important when it reminds me of you" "tuna tuna" "oh y/n please not in public" "don't worry my dear no one would mind this display of my adoration" "ah-" the girl causually faints into your arms and you put her in the preprepared bench to rest. "That's the 32nd boss" "I bet you guys couldn't reach 20" "we just had our 19th" "eh. HUH" "Tuna tuna" "you two idiots!!" You ran off once again never noticing inumaki trying to get your attention so he did the next best thing. "Next guest-" "tuna" it was as if someone had suddenly decided to jumpscare you, your eyes widening as you instantly break character finally hearing his voice. "...well if you don't mind" you drag him behind a table" trembling as you grip his shoulders "inumaki...what the hell are you doing here" "followed" "ARE YOU SERIOUS" you sigh "whatever listen you're gonna pretend to be a normal customer and then we move on with our day" "salmon" "yea you better" he enjoy that day knowing you watched his every move, kept it a secret just so he could keep messing with you.

He does sometimes wonder what it's like for the girls that come by so he does try to get you to seriously put on your theatrics, unfortunately you see him as a friend. Just means to try harder. "Inumaki?" He gets closer to you laying his head on your shoulder "are you alright would you like me to get you some water?" He dosent respond only holding your waist. "Inumaki...I don't know what's wrong but" you play with his hair "you always seem to brighten up when I do this" the twiddling with his hair strands was amazing to say the least. "I like you alot" "huh?" "I mean it I love you" you stop playing with his hair "wait...YOU TWO?!" You blush heavily "I've been inlove with you for a while aswell" smileing fondly he hugs you even tighter. "Salmon" "salmon you jerk" teasing him you kiss his forehead, you could feel him melting.

Everyone just automatically knows you two are dating without even saying it. "So did you two get together over the weekend?" "?" "I can feel it it feels like I'm third wheeling" "don't worry too much about it" "salmon" "yeaaa" Maki narrows her eyes at the both of you. "Inumaki there's a spot I wanted to try out nearby" "?" "They're even setting up dates right now" "it's gone too far" "who the hell are you two" your friends turn to her one with a bunny in hand the other looking like if megumi cut his hair and got taller. "A fanclub" "They're leaving" "GO GO" she did finally got conformation you two were dating when inumaki held your hand and looked as if he were about to teasingly kiss you, thank god your friends were so painfully odvious as stalking. "Inumaki you mustn't,wait...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE" "sorry boss just wanted to see it happen since you had to cancel" "WHO PUT YOU UP TO THIS" your friend raises his hand "I'm jealous" "that's the worst excuse you came up with.

He will admit one of his favorite activities is getting involved in your out of school shenanigans. "I order you to master the sassy chicken by the end of this week!" "Salmon" "inumaki not you unfortunately you can waltz...right?" "Bonito flakes" "UNACCEPTABLE, get over here were gonna dance!" He lied he just wanted to see you flustered, unfortunately he realized you were incredibly serious on this. "So what if you might not be there it's still worth it to teach you" you teach him quite quickly. Now let him buy those magazines of you.

The twins love him. So much infact that he helps mess with you. "Heyyy pookie" "who told you to call me that-" Inumaki waves from the distance. He 100% uses the twins to send you letters while your in the middle of club activities. "Now now ladies" "Boss it's from tuna" "...give it to me" you take it gracefully opening it to reveal "ditch the ladies and get over here" you turn your head to see inumaki stuffing his face with cake with the other two turning around just to smirk at you "that little" you fold it neatly putting it in your pocket "apologies ladies" "AHHHHHH" "SELL YOUR BATHWATER" "Alright now that's a little too werid"

He does like making you his personal nap post, trust as soon as he gets the chance he hits you with the "so tireddddd" waddle and lays on you. Ofc the first few times you gave him piggy back rides letting him sleep on your back but then he kinda ruined it when he didn't even use his curse technique at all. "Wait a minute you didn't use it at all!" Your eyes narrow as you point at him "no free piggy backs you can walk!" "Bonito flakes..." "you have a bed at home" you are his bed at home! He does NOT let you go as soon as he's napping you're gonna have to rizz people up with him latched onto you.

As soon as you two are alone he's up to something. Biting your cheeks texting you the most random things so he doesn't accidently curse you. "I wanna go to a park" "marry me" he deletes that text "sorry my cat typed" "you're right next to me you're such an idiot" and the best part a kiss to the forehead. The best thing ever in his opinion is when you get all affectionate. "You're always so needy, one can only assume you'd want to spend every waking momment with me" kissing his forehead again while playing with his hair the guy basically turns into puddy. "I should do this more often so you won't be jealous of the fans" you pull him closer "not to worry I'll be as affectionate as need be to make up for that" "salmon" he dosent even look up at you but he's very amused by the idea cuddling up to you continuing to play with his hair

"Salllmmmoonn" "you're a very depressing zombie ya know you're worse than Yuta" "Bonito flakes" "true you're much more adorable" "salmon" "salmon" you repeat back at him watching his cheeks puff. "Don't worry zombumaki well scare the other team easily!" "How long till they get here" "10 minute" "perfect" you continue on with your plan to jumpscare the next people in the room. "You'll be down in just a secound inumaki" waving at him from up there while he's stuck to the ceiling suspended by a few bits or ropes. "You know your lines right?" "Salmon" "perfect" you and your friend hide in the corner together bickering about small things. "You're such a jerk" elbow jab strike one "we wouldn't be friends if I wasn't" "true I like you like this" "me too" strike 2 "Oh they're comming!" You grab your friends wrist pulling them closer "shush shush I swear" "Relax I'll cover your mouth if you scream too loudly" "you're the worst" he quickly shushes you, strike three there wasn't time to glare at your friend as someone had triggered the trap set by you and your friend. He suddenly drops down infront of the guests "boo" "AHHHHHHHHHHHH" They all ran off without a secound thought. "Great job inumaki!" You untie his ropes so he's able to get out "I'm sure you got then good" "salmon" he hugs you suddenly glaring at your friends before back at you. "Alright next stage" he pulls you down suddenly whispering something in your ear making you blush. "Go on without me" "Alright if you insist" your friend leaves the room, with that happening Inumaki hugs you tighter making you pat his head. "You were a great zombie good job" giving him small head pats you stand there with him for a little while. "We're gonna win cause of you" "salmon" "of course you'd say that" you move his head to face yours. "Yes im helping you take off your makeup" "salmon" "yep"