PERVY! YUJI | your virgin best friend is a perv drabble
cw: aged up, fem (she/her) reader, not proofread
an: i just made some bullshit!!!!
PERVY! YUJI who always finds the perfect sexual innuendos that make your eyes roll back into your skull.
you're playing overwatch with him, face way too close to your monitor as your finger damn near breaks off spamming heals. you're desperately trying to keep your tank, yuji, alive as he pushes W straight into the enemy's back line.
"you're in too deep, yuu. get out of there. FUCK! i'm reloading," you're on the edge of your seat, watching hopelessly as his health bar depletes to nothing in a matter of seconds.
his mic crinkles as he pulls it close to his lips, unphased by reinhardt's now lifeless body, "i can show you just how deep i can go later."
your lip twitches, threatening to curve into a smile as you sit in dead silence.
"ewww not another e-couple," the ana on your team cuts in, "i always get you freaks on my team."
PERVY! YUJI who never hides the fact he likes to ogle you.
you're at the beach with him in your cute new two piece. the sun beating down on your head does little to fight against the cold ocean water. by the time you're out of the water, you're shivering, hugging yourself with your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up. all it does though, is give yuji a good look at your mouth watering cleavage. he watches the salty droplets roll down from your hair line, down your neck and in between your tits. his mouth practically watering, dark brown eyes following each new drop. he loves how your frilly little bikini cups your round breasts and the goosebumps that litter your skin. when you tighten your arms around yourself even more he almost moans watching your breasts squish together.
your best friend is always so bold. he'll come up to hug you with the guise that he's "warming you up". instead he's reveling in the feeling of your chest against his. your hard nipples poking him, causing his dick to stir in his swim trunks.
you try to pull away but he tugs you closer, causing you to whine. "yuuuuji. you're not even warming me up..." you pout.
"be patient," he huffs out, his big, strong arms caging you in.
PERVY! YUJI whose shameless about the amount of porn he watches.
at this point in your friendship, he doesn't even bother to apologize when you catch him. you'll be going through his phone, searching for the photo he took of you at the cafe you visited earlier only to find videos he saved in his camera roll. a video of a woman squirting plays loudly, her exaggerated moans echoing in his apartment as you rush to swipe away—only to find a video of a woman deepthroating a very large penis. you continue to swipe, in shock at how many videos come before the photo he took of you. it had only been mere hours since he took it. how many videos had he downloaded in that short amount of time?
"seriously, yuji?" you ask him, flustered despite this somehow not being the first time you've found porn on his phone. he only shrugs at you, not an ounce of embarrassment visible on his face.
"i didn't want them to get taken down before i could watch them," he tells you simply, like that made perfect sense. he scooches closer to you on the couch, craning his neck to watch one of the videos still playing in your hand.
PERVY! YUJI who has a bad habit of asking you too many personal questions.
"how many times have you orgasmed before? i've heard girls can cum multiple times in a row."
"do you like your nipples played with?"
"how many fingers do you use while masturbating?"
you think he likes watching you squirm—your face bright red from his barrage of questions. the filthy words leave his mouth like he's asking you your favorite color and not something deeply personal. he studies your reaction, your mouth agape and his eyes follow the outline of your lips. he chews on the string of his hoodie in complete focus, waiting for you to answer. and you always do, despite yourself—if only so you could ask your own. at least that's what you tell yourself and yuji's anything if not willing to answer.
"how big is your dick?"
"8 inches. want me to prove it?"
"i believe you... what do you think about when you masturbate?
"you," he says bluntly, unphased.
"be serious," you say and he pauses.
"i watch porn."
PERVY! YUJI who beats off to you more than he should
he imagines you in all the scenarios he's watched in porn: the dumb step sister who gets stuck in the dryer, or the naughty teacher who punishes him for not doing his homework. he thinks about the shorts you wear that he hates loves and the undies he stole from you, hiding somewhere in his closet. the ones he's sniffed a million times that no longer smell like you. he pictures all the times you've stretched in front of him, revealing your navel and moaning as your muscles tense and release. he wonders if you sound that good in bed, or if you sound even better.
he thinks of you catching him like this, his shirt between his teeth and cock red and angry as he damn near tugs it off. he wonders what you'd do—if you'd look at him with that innocent little face you always make when he says something pervy knowing you're just as bad as he is.
he thinks about all the times you've out freaked him. all the dirty fucking smut he's found on your phone that he's spent way too many times imagining you two recreating.
nothing makes him finish like the thought of him deep inside your pussy, though. all warm and inviting as she sucks him in and he finally finishes on his own stomach after edging for hours to the thought of you. he'll spend some time playing with it, imagining it leaking out of you instead of pooling in his belly button.
divider by pxrce-lain
꒰I HATE THIS but i'm posting it anyways as exposure therapy꒱
waking up between hange zoe and shoko ieiri, the two women you hate the most ╱ mdni, mild dub con, fingering, spitting, scissoring, aftercare, emotional vulnerability, mean!shoko, soft!hange ˚.✦
You wake up tired, somehow. Eyes heavy and with a light headache, you can still hear the music of the party in your ears even though it ended hours ago. When you rub your eyes and recover your conscience, you realize that you’re naked from head to toes, you feel the cold brushing your breasts making the nipples harden. Then, looking at the ceiling and the feel of the sheets, you realize that it isn’t your bedroom at all. And after that an arm wraps around your waist. And from the opposite side, a head tucks in your neck. A dull throb that reminds you exactly what happened last night… even if the details are still blurry and swimming behind the headache.
You turn your head slowly, dread crawling up your spine.
On your left, messy brown hair spills across the pillow. Hange Zoe. Of course it’s fucking Hange. Those round glasses are sitting crooked on the nightstand, one lens smudged. Their mouth is slightly open, breathing deep and even, like they don’t have a single regret. Their arm is the one looped around your middle, fingers splayed possessively over your stomach.
On your right, Shoko Ieiri is tucked against your neck, her dark hair tickling your collarbone. She smells like cigarettes and that stupidly expensive lotion she always uses. One of her legs is thrown over yours, bare skin sliding against bare skin as she stirs.
You feel sick. Not because it didn’t feel good (god, it felt too good), but because these are the two women you can’t stand. Hange with their loud and chaotic energy that always drags you into some insane experiment or argument. Shoko with her lazy sarcasm and the way she looks at you like she already knows every weak spot you have. You’ve spent the last year snapping at both of them, avoiding them at parties, rolling your eyes every time they showed up in the same room.
And now you’re naked between them, covered in marks you don’t even remember getting, and your body is still humming from whatever the hell the three of you did.
“Morning already?” Shoko’s voice is raspy, sleepy, right against your ear. She doesn’t move her head, just presses a lazy kiss to the side of your neck like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You were so cute last night. All whiny and desperate.”
Your face burns. “Shut up,” you mutter, you try to sit up, only for Hange’s arm to tighten around you.
Hange makes a pleased sound and nuzzles closer, lips brushing your shoulder. “Mmm, don’t move yet. You feel too good right here.” Their hand slides up, palm cupping one of your breasts like they own it, thumb lazily circling your already hard nipple. “God, you were loud. Kept begging for more even when you were shaking.”
You shove at their wrist, but there’s no real force behind it. Your body still remembers the feeling too clearly: hands everywhere, mouths on your skin, the way they worked together like they’d done this before. The way you came so hard you saw stars and probably screamed both their names.
“I don’t… I don’t remember much,” you admit, hating how small you sound. “Just that it felt… really fucking good.”
Shoko chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your neck. She lifts her head just enough to look at you, brown eyes half-lidded and amused. “Of course it did. You came three times on Hange’s fingers alone before I even got my mouth on you. Then you rode my face like you were trying to break the bed.” She smirks. “You hate us so much, but your pussy didn’t get the memo.”
Hange laughs, bright and loud even though it’s barely morning. They prop themselves up on one elbow, messy hair falling into their face as they grin down at you. “She kept saying ‘I hate you both’ right until she was crying from how good it felt. It was adorable.” Their free hand trails down your stomach, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just above where you’re still sore. “Want me to remind you? I can be gentle this time.”
You slap their hand away, but your thighs press together on instinct. “Don’t. This was a mistake. I was drunk, you two are… you two.”
Shoko just hums, nipping at your earlobe. “Drunk enough to beg us to fuck you together, but not drunk enough to forget how many times you said ‘please’.” She shifts, pressing her body flush against your side, one hand sliding down to rest on your hip. “And look at you now. Still wet just thinking about it.”
You hate that she’s right. Your body is already reacting again, nipples tight, pussy soaked despite the headache and the mortification.
Hange leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth, voice dropping into something softer but still teasing. “We can pretend it never happened if you want. Or…” Their fingers trace lazy circles on your thigh. “We can do it again while you’re sober. See if you still hate us when I eat you out and Shoko’s sitting on your face.”
Your breath catches, you should push them both off, you should grab your clothes (wherever they are) and get the hell out of here. But the way they’re both touching you, the memories flickering back in flashes: Hange’s eager mouth between your legs while Shoko kissed you stupid, the way they laughed when you came so hard you couldn’t speak…
“I… I need a minute,” you whisper, voice shaky.
Shoko smiles against your skin. “Take all the minutes you need, baby. We’re not going anywhere.”
Hange just grins wider, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “Yeah. And next time you wake up between us, maybe you’ll remember every single second of how good we made you feel.”
You close your eyes, trying to ignore how your body is already betraying you again, thighs slick and heart racing. You hate them. You really, really do. But you don’t get up, before you can think if it’s a good decision or not, you lean into Hange’s touch, letting their hand roam your body, testing how your body reacts to them.
“You’re sensitive, right?” Hange asks, pinching your poor nipple before soothing the pain with her tongue. You whimper in response, nodding a little and turning your face to Shoko, who’s just watching the scene. “It’s alright, we’ll be gentle.”
“Talk about you,” Shoko adds. “I love seeing her dumb and fucked out. Look, can’t even pretend she hates it.”
You try to glare at her, but it comes out more like a pathetic little pout. “Shut up, Shoko…”
She just smirks and grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look at her. “Make me.”
Before you can snap back, Hange’s hand slides down between your legs. Their fingers are careful, tracing through your folds like they’re memorizing every inch. You’re embarrassingly wet already and Hange lets out a delighted sound when they feel it.
“So slick for us,” Hange whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Two fingers slide inside you slowly, stretching you just right. They curl gently, stroking that spot that makes your thighs shake. “That’s it… just relax for me.”
You moan before you can stop it, back arching a little into their touch. Hange keeps the pace slow and sweet, fucking you with steady thrusts while their thumb brushes your clit in lazy circles.
Shoko watches for a second longer, then leans in close. “Open your mouth.”
You hesitate, breath hitching. She narrows her eyes. “I said open.”
Your lips part on instinct. Shoko pushes two fingers past them, pressing down on your tongue. She slides them deeper, to the back of your throat and you gag softly around them.
“Good girl,” she says, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Suck.”
“Mmph!” You do, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around her fingers while Hange keeps fingering you. The contrast is dizzying. Hange’s touch is so soft and caring, crooning quiet praises against your neck. “You’re doing so well, darling… taking my fingers so nicely. Feel how wet you are? All for us.”
Shoko twists her fingers in your mouth, pushing them in and out slowly. “Look at you. Hating us all year and now you’re drooling on my fingers like a desperate slut.” She pulls them out for a second, strings of spit connecting them to your lips, then spits directly into your open mouth. The warm spit lands on your tongue and she immediately pushes her fingers back in, spreading it around. “Swallow.”
You do, whimpering around her digits. The humiliation burns hot in your chest, but it only makes you wetter. Hange feels it and moans softly, speeding up their fingers just a little.
“She likes that,” Hange says happily, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Her pussy just clenched so hard around me.”
“Of course she does,” Shoko sneers, spitting into your mouth again before feeding you her fingers once more. “She acts all tough but she’s just a needy hole who wants to be used by the girls she pretends to hate.”
Hange nuzzles your neck, still fingering you with that gentle, perfect rhythm. “Don’t listen to her too much, okay? You’re so pretty like this… so good for us.” Their thumb keeps rubbing your clit in soft circles, building the pleasure higher and higher while Shoko keeps fucking your mouth with her fingers, occasionally pulling back to spit on your tongue again.
“F-fuck, Hange… Hange please nghh”
You’re shaking between them, moans muffled around Shoko’s digits, hips rocking weakly to meet Hange’s hand. Every time Shoko spits, you feel yourself clench harder around Hange’s fingers. The mix of Hange’s soft care and Shoko’s mean words is driving you insane.
Hange kisses your cheek tenderly. “You can come whenever you want, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”
Shoko laughs low and cruel, pushing her fingers deeper into your throat. “Yeah. Come on our fingers like the pathetic little bitch you are. We both know you’re dying to.”
Your eyes water, but you can’t stop the building heat. Hange’s fingers curl just right, Shoko’s spit-slick fingers keep sliding over your tongue and you’re trapped between soft praise and sharp degradation. You hate them. You hate how good it feels.
“M’close! S’close ah!” You’re shaking hard, back arched off the bed as the orgasm crashes closer. Your hand weakly pushes at Hange’s wrist, but they just keep going, fingers curling deep inside you with that same gentle but steady rhythm.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Hange murmurs right against your ear, voice so soft and sweet it makes your pussy ache. “You’re doing so good for me. I’ve got you, I promise.”
Before you can even catch your breath, Shoko yanks her fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit dripping down your chin. She wipes them on your cheek like it’s nothing, then suddenly moves, shoving one of your legs up and out of the way.
“Enough of that soft shit,” she says. “My turn.”
She climbs between your thighs fast, lining her wet pussy right up against yours. The second her slick folds slide against you, you gasp. Shoko doesn’t wait. She grabs your hips hard, nails digging in and starts scissoring you with rough rolls of her hips. The friction is brutal and perfect at the same time. Her clit drags hard against yours with every snap, wet sounds filling the room as she grinds down without mercy. It’s so much harder than Hange’s gentle fingers.
“F-fuck… Ah! Shoko!” you cry out.
“Yeah? That’s what I thought,” Shoko sneers, hips slamming against you harder. “Look at you, this sloppy little cunt is dripping all over me.” She grinds in tight circles, making sure your clits rub together with every move. “Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this while you were busy hating us, huh?”
Hange stays right by your side, one arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you close. Their free hand cups your breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between their fingers. “You’re so beautiful right now… taking everything she gives you. Such a good girl.”
You moan loudly, the mix of Shoko’s rough scissoring and Hange’s sweet touches making your head spin. Hange leans in and kisses you, tongue sliding against yours while their thumb keeps playing with your nipple, pinching and tugging just enough to make you whimper into their mouth.
Shoko laughs breathlessly, never slowing down. She fucks you harder, hips snapping so the wet slap of skin on skin echoes. “Fuck, you’re soaking me. Feel that? That’s how much your body wants this even if your stupid mouth keeps saying you hate us.”
Hange pulls back from the kiss just enough to speak, lips brushing yours. “You’re doing amazing, darling. Look how pretty you sound when you moan like that.” They kiss you again, softer this time, while their hand keeps massaging your tits, switching from one to the other, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples in slow circles.
You can’t think straight. Shoko is scissoring you so hard it almost hurts, her clit grinding relentlessly against yours, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through your whole body with every rough thrust. Your hips jerk up to meet her on instinct, chasing more of that brutal friction.
“Shit, too much, t-too much ah!” you gasp, but your legs spread wider anyway.
“Too much?” Shoko mocks, leaning down to bite your shoulder. “Then why are you fucking yourself back on me like a desperate whore?” She speeds up even more, grinding down with mean snaps of her hips that make your clit throb.
Hange kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then down to your neck. “It’s okay if it’s a lot, sweetheart. You can take it, mm? You’re so strong and so pretty when you let go for us.” Their mouth finds your nipple again, sucking gently while their fingers keep playing with the other one, soft and loving like they’re trying to balance out Shoko’s roughness.
You’re crying out with every hard grind from Shoko, body trembling between them. The pleasure is building so fast it scares you. Hange’s gentle kisses and praises keep melting you while Shoko’s mean words and brutal scissoring push you right to the edge.
“Come on,” Shoko growls, hips slamming harder. “Cum for me, you pathetic slut. Make a mess all over my pussy.”
Hange nuzzles your temple, voice warm and encouraging. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”
Your whole body locks up, a broken moan ripping from your throat as the orgasm hits you like a wave. You shake violently between them, pussy pulsing hard against Shoko’s as you cum, slick coating both of you.
Shoko doesn’t stop scissoring you through it, riding out every twitch and whimper with that same rough pace. “That’s it. Good little bitch. Look at you soaking the sheets.”
Hange keeps kissing you through the whole thing, soft little pecks on your lips, your cheeks and your forehead, while their hands stay gentle on your tits. “There you go… such a good girl. I’m so proud of you. You did so well.”
You’re panting and wrecked when it finally starts to fade, body limp and trembling. Shoko slows her hips but doesn’t pull away completely, still grinding slow and lazy against your oversensitive clit.
Hange smiles down at you, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “See? You’re okay. We’ve got you.”
Shoko smirks, voice still mean but a little breathless. “Pathetic how fast you came. But cute.”
You can only whimper, caught between hating them and already wanting more. Your whole body feels heavy and way too sensitive. Shoko finally slows her hips, giving one last lazy grind against your soaked pussy before she pulls back with a wet sound that makes your face burn.
“Fuck… that was messy,” she mutters, but her voice isn’t as sharp as before. She flops down on your other side, chest rising and falling fast with a thin sheen of sweat on her skin.
Hange is already moving, gentle as ever. They press soft kisses all over your face, little pecks on your forehead and the tip of your nose. “You did so good, sweetheart,” they whisper. “So pretty when you let go like that. I’m really proud of you.”
You whimper quietly, eyes still half-closed. Your thighs are trembling and sticky, and the ache between your legs is deep now, but in a good way. Hange notices right away. They reach over to the nightstand and grab a bottle of water that must have been left there last night.
“Here, drink a little,” they say softly, helping you lift your head. You take small sips, the cool water soothing your dry throat. Hange wipes the corner of your mouth with their thumb when a drop escapes. “Good girl. Just like that.”
Shoko watches the whole thing with that lazy smirk, but she doesn’t say anything mean this time. Instead she rolls onto her side and reaches for the blanket that got kicked to the foot of the bed. She pulls it up over the three of you, tucking it around your shoulders with surprising care.
“Don’t get used to this soft shit,” she says, but there’s no bite in it. She scoots closer anyway, pressing her body against your back so you’re sandwiched between them again, this time all warm and safe.
Hange smiles at her over your shoulder, then turns back to you. “You okay? Not too sore?” Their hand slides down gently, not between your legs, just resting on your hip, thumb rubbing slow circles into your skin. “If anything hurts, tell me. I can get a warm cloth or something.”
You shake your head a little. “I’m… fine. Just tired. And kinda embarrassed still.”
Shoko snorts softly against the back of your neck. “Embarrassed? After you came so hard you almost cried? Cute.” But then she presses a kiss right below your ear, surprisingly gentle. “You were hot though. Really hot.”
Hange chuckles quietly and leans in to kiss your lips, no tongue this time. “Don’t be embarrassed, darling. We loved every second, you were perfect.” They pull back and brush your sweaty hair away from your face. “Want me to rub your back a little? Or just cuddle? Whatever you need.”
The warm and safe feeling from a minute ago is already slipping away. Your skin feels sticky and used, your thighs still slick and every little ache between your legs reminds you exactly what just happened. You feel dirty. Really dirty. Like you let the two people you’ve spent months complaining about turn you into something pathetic and needy. Your stomach twists. You shift uncomfortably under the blanket, trying to pull away a little, but Hange’s arm is still draped over you and Shoko’s body is pressed close against your back.
“I… I feel gross,” you whisper, voice cracking. You can’t even look at them. “This was so stupid. I let you both… and now I just feel dirty. Like I shouldn’t have done any of that.”
The words hang in the air for a second. Hange sits up a bit, their messy hair falling into their eyes as they look down at you with a worried expression. “Hey, hey, no. Come here, sweetheart.” They gently pull you closer, wrapping both arms around you so your head rests against their chest. Their hand strokes your hair in soothing motions. “You’re not dirty at all. Not even a little. You were beautiful. You let yourself feel good, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
You shake your head against their skin, eyes stinging. “But it’s you two. I’ve hated you both for so long and then I just… spread my legs and let you fuck me like that. I feel cheap.”
Shoko lets out a quiet sigh from behind you. She doesn’t move away. Instead she slides her arm tighter around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her voice is still a little raspy, but the mean edge is gone.
“You’re not cheap. Stop that shit right now.” She presses a kiss to the side of your neck, surprisingly soft. “Yeah, we’ve been assholes to each other all year. But last night? This morning? That wasn’t you being pathetic. That was you finally letting go with people who wanted you just as bad.”
You sniffle, still feeling that gross twist in your chest. “I came so hard I couldn’t even think straight… while you were calling me a slut and spitting in my mouth. God, I let you do all that.”
Hange cups your face with both hands, tilting it up so you have to look at them. Their eyes are warm and serious, no teasing grin this time. “Listen to me, okay? You didn’t ‘let’ us do anything you didn’t want. Every moan, every time you pushed back against us, every ‘please’… that was you choosing it. And it was hot as hell, but more than that, it was honest. You’re allowed to want things that feel dirty. It doesn’t make you bad or gross. It just makes you human.”
Shoko’s fingers trace slow circles on your stomach under the blanket. “And for the record,” she says quietly, “I only call you that stuff because I know you like it. Not because I think less of you. If it ever stops feeling good, I’ll shut up. But don’t lie there feeling ashamed like you did something wrong. You looked fucking incredible falling apart between us.”
You bite your lip, tears threatening to spill. “I just… I don’t know how to feel normal after this. My body still feels all… used.”
Hange kisses your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your eye where a tear almost falls. “Then let us help you feel clean again. We can take a shower together if you want. Or I can run a bath. Shoko’ll wash your hair and I’ll massage your shoulders, whatever you need. We want to take care of you.”
Shoko nods against your shoulder. “You’re not gross, idiot. You’re just a girl who came really hard with two people who are crazy about her. That’s not dirty. That’s lucky.”
Hange smiles gently and presses another kiss to your lips. “We’ve got you. Both of us. You don’t have to figure everything out right now. Just let us hold you a little longer, okay? You’re safe here. And you’re wanted exactly like this.”
You stay quiet for a moment, letting their words sink in. The gross feeling is still there, but it’s smaller now, pushed back by Hange’s warm hands in your hair and Shoko’s steady arm around your waist.
“…Okay,” you finally mumble, voice small. “Maybe the shower sounds nice.”
Hange’s face lights up with that bright, gentle smile. “Yeah? Then let’s go. I’ll make the water just how you like it.”
Shoko gives your waist one last squeeze before sitting up. “I’ll change the sheets so you have something clean to come back to. We can talk about it more later, or fuck it out, whatever you prefer.”
You let out a watery laugh despite yourself. Hange helps you sit up, keeping an arm around you the whole time and Shoko leans in to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your cheek.
a/n: as i promised, it's here. i wrote this between two nights lowk just going insane, but i liked how it turned out!!
FANDOM: Attack on Titan
CONTENT: Hange Zoe x Female Reader - drabble (100 words); light teasing, fluff
"—and then you push the French press here." Hange instructs. "Mm... do you smell that, hon?"
You frown. "Smell what?"
"The cherries, chocolate—"
You stare.
It's just that your partner has rolled up the sleeve of their shirt while they show you how to make coffee, forearms braced against the counter, flexed hands and protruding veins and all—and you suddenly feel like a Victorian woman flustered at the sight of forearms.
"Hange," you finally interrupt. "Why're you making coffee tasting look so... sensual?"
"… Huh?"
"Nevermind."
"Nu-uh…" A teasing grin spreads across their face. You groan. "Sensual, you say?"
Day 6 of Fav Blorbo x Reader Drabble Month. Challenge organized by @thedrabblecollective.
(p.s: leave it to Gojo to make muscle anatomy sound intimate.)
This night like any other you lay awake, hands spread, the soft snores of your boyfriend not helping with your insomnia.
Looking at him sleeping so peacefully you manage a weak smile.
Gojo had been prepping for his exams, fueled up on energy drinks, anatomy books spread out everywhere. Until exhausted, he collapsed into bed, falling asleep muttering about some mesentry and what not.
atleast someone’s sleeping well.
Turning over slowly, your hand accidentally swipes some lip balm off the dresser next to your bed, the noise a sharp contrast to the quiet night.
Gojo stirs in his sleep, a warm hand finding your waist pulling you on top of him your face flush against his chest as he lays on his back.
You raise your head looking up at him. Gojo rubs his sleepy eyes, long white lashes fluttering as he blinks rapidly to stay awake.
“Sorry for waking you” you whisper.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind” his hands coming up on your back tracing soothing circles. “Couldn’t sleep again?” he asks, voice raspy.
You hum laying your head back down on his chest, eyes closing, soothed by his large palm massaging your back.
“You have a lot of tension built up in your Trapezius, babe.” he comments, fingers tracing the outline of your back muscles.
“hmm…where else?” liking how his voice, deeper at this time of night, makes his chest vibrate carrying the sound over to you.
“Let’s see, here…” hands trailing down fingers tapping your vertebrae, “Latissimus dorsi” he names the muscles on your lower back.
You bring your hand up to his face, his hand instinctively reaching for it.
You ask “How about here?”
He pulls your hand up to take a closer look, vision weak without his glasses, which currently lay atop some books across the room.
He opens up your palm rubbing slow circles as he brings the base of your thumb up to his lips placing a small kiss.
“Abductor pollicis brevis”
Adjusting your hand, he places another kiss but this time at the base of your pinky.
“Flexor digiti minimi”
You giggle, “Seriously? it’s called minimi?”
He nods, shy “Do you like it?”
“I think it’s cute” you continue to observe as he places more kisses along your palm naming the muscles there.
Kissing the pad of each finger he says “Tendons of flexor digitorum profundus.”
why is this so hot?
You think to yourself, admiring your boyfriend’s mind. Admittedly more turned on than sleepy, you roll off his chest, laying on your back.
You pull his hand positioning it in between your breasts, a mischievous glint in your eye “How about here?” you tease trying to gauge his reaction.
“Oh um,” he reaches up with his other hand wanting to fix his glasses but realizing he isn’t wearing any he moves his hand back to rub his neck, a bit flushed.
Not getting the memo, Gojo feels for your sternum explaining to you exactly what he’s doing “This is your sternal angle and,” moving his hand alongside it “Here’s your 2nd rib”
You pout, disappointed that he didn’t get it you stop his hand counting down your ribs “toruuu, that’s not what I meant”
He blinks at you, feigning innocence, “I’m sorry”
“No don’t apologize” you shake your head, finding him adorable, “Now let me explain.”
You move his hand under your shirt, his cheeks redden, understanding.
He clears his throat, embarrassed “I haven’t revised the female human anatomy yet..”
Instantly wanting revenge for how nervous you made him, he regains his composure. Gojos’ hand trails up under your shirt over bare skin as he feels your goosebumps rising. You watch him through hooded lashes, a matching flush climbing your cheeks.
“How about you help me with that?” he asks a small grin painting his lips.
firefly; as a med student i’m so nervous posting this ｡ﾟ(ﾟ∩´﹏`∩ﾟ)ﾟ｡
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