You've known Geto since middle school, and everything since you laid eyes on him, you've liked him more than just a friend. Nowadays, you're friends with certain benefits. But what happens when your feelings take over?
warnings: sub!bottom!jock!fwb geto x domme!top!reader, friends to lovers, you throw a book at his head, you finger him, pegging, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, male squirt, requested
character: Geto Suguru
‘’I like you.’’ It came as a surprise to you.
Well, not really. You had a feeling he liked you. He loved hanging around you, helping you with your homework, his touches lingered a little more than a normal person’s gaze would. And now, when he brought you to a café just around your uni’s campus, you froze, setting your drink down.
He looked at you, really looked at you. Which was starting to make you uncomfortable because… You were about to break this guy's heart. He was a good guy. Smart and attentive. Always seemed to be at the right place at the right time. But you liked someone else, that was the problem. Geto Suguru to be precise. The guy you had been hooking up with for a few months now, your upper-class man, you knew right from middle school. And you had a crush on him ever since you laid your eyes on him. How could you not? He was pretty, kind, smart, the school's golden boy. And even now, he is quite popular at your university. Everyone wanted to be with him, but he seemed oblivious to their feelings.
And both of you had grown quite close recently. Besides fucking his brains out and making him cry into your sheets, you had actual conversations and you had strengthened your friendship. With every day that crept up on you, you didn't want to be friends anymore. And it was killing you. Now more than ever.
‘’I'm sorry, I-’’ You didn’t even know what to say; he had really caught you off guard. And it was not in your nature to break someone's heart. You didn't walk around waiting for an opportunity to do so. And got the message by the look in your eyes. The look you gave him spoke more than a thousand words, and all he did was smile as he interrupted you. It was okay, he said. He could already tell you didn't feel the same for him, he said. All this really was? Was selfish. He wanted you to set him free by outright rejecting him; and he got what he wanted.
You still finished your cup of tea, striking up a new conversation as if nothing had happened before. To be honest, you were glad when the conversation ended, warranting you to leave because it was starting to get weird. So you said your goodbyes, heading to the sports faculty H/n was probably training. But you had no idea where he was, and you were way too shy to text him now. How lame would it be to ask him about his whereabouts? Okay, he did that all the time.
But you just weren't that type of person.
You could hear some commotion coming from one of the gymnasiums, and you could be sure he was in there when you could hear everyone screaming and chanting his name like some prayer.
Idiots.
You rolled your eyes, opening the door and setting foot on the court, waiting at the sidelines. The game was over with him winning and flexing on the court, beaming as hot as the sun when he spotted you. His smile was so bright but when his best friend's attention, Gojo's attention to be precise, swayed to you, his smile faded a little. Or you were crazy and delusional. But you could have sworn his expression changed when that guy winked at you.
All he did was start to smile again, his big hand coming up to cover his eyes, saying he should be the only one people admired. And everyone chalked it up to jealousy. Which it was. But was he jealous of you getting attention or was he jealous because another guy was giving you attention?
You'd find out soon.
He grabbed his bag on the other side of the gym, running to get back to you, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the gym. Oh, anyone was able to see that he was so happy to be with you. Ecstatic even. Everyone but you.
He let go of your hand as you tugged them into your hoodie, not looking at him while you walked.
‘’How was your day? Did you miss me?’’ He smirked, leaning into you, bumping into your shoulder playfully. You let out an annoying groan, which would be rewarded by a laugh from him, before you just started talking about everything that happened.Well… Almost everything.
And he could tell you weren’t telling him something. Hiding it even. By the look on your face, you were trying to avoid it completely, squeezing the book in your hand.
He pestered you. Whined about how you two have known each other for years now. About how he was a trustworthy upper-class man who would keep your secret and help you with it.You sighed, still not sparing him a glance. And went on with the explanation. About how that guy in your lecture, that nice guy who always took notes for you when you were sick, who liked to spend time with you outside of school, liked you. Your movements slowed down as you finally looked at him. And this time, he was the one looking away. He sighed before a smile took over his features, and you weren't ready for what he was about to say. ‘’I think you should go for him."
Ah, there it was.
‘’It takes real courage for someone to come up to you and confess their feelings. He must like you very much.’’ He added laughing a little. ‘’You should give him a chance.’’ You froze in your spot, blood running cold. There it was. The thing you were afraid of. Indifference. He didn't care. Not one bit. After everything? After all the times he came to you sobbing in the middle of the night without giving you any reason. After cuddling on his couch for no apparent reason. After having sex all this time, the kind that makes you question everything about your friendship.
You stopped in your tracks and he continued talking while walking. But you could hear anything, blinded by anger, blending out every other thing. And that's when you did it, throwing the little, not too heavy, book at the back of his head.
He turned around slowly, holding the spot you had just hit, staring at the book before his gaze wandered, finding your face. ‘’Wh-What was that for-'’ before he could finish his question, you were out of there. You couldn't believe you had just embarrassed yourself like that. What possessed you to do that?
Yeah, he didn't like you back. So what? Was that a justification to throw your favourite book at him and leave it there? Now you are sad and embarrassed. Sad about misinterpreting his feelings for you, embarrassed about not being able to keep your emotions in check.
But still, you couldn't help but feel like he had just ripped the ground away from underneath your feet, having you free-fall. You felt pathetic.
Once you got home, took a shower, and got changed into your pyjamas, you slumped into bed face-first, lying there for who knows how long. You didn't want to eat, you didn't want to sleep, you didn't want to move. Just staying right there, drowning in your misery was all you wanted.
And after a few hours of you moping around on the bed, doing nothing but pitying yourself, the doorbell rang. When you went to open it and saw him, you were going to slam the door shut, but he held it open, and you just gave up. He handed you your book right at the door, which you were grateful for.
But you still couldn't let him in. You didn't want to.
He stood in your doorway staring right at you, leaning against the door frame as if expecting you to say something. ‘’I like you.’’ You stated, which seemed to have caught him by surprise. He sure hadn't expected that. ‘’I have liked you all this time. Since middle school.’’
His eyes went wide and you could practically see the gears in his head turning. Before he smiled again. That smile that lights up a whole hall if it just wanted to. ‘’I like you too.’’ You froze and he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. ‘’But did you really have to throw that book at the back of my head?’’ He stepped away, ‘’Anyway, I have an early class tomorrow. I promise we will speak about this tomorrow!’’
Before he could even attempt to leave, your hand was around his wrist pulling him into you, slamming your lips against his. You were sure he would be stubborn, try to get away from you, which he did. He tried pulling away just for a moment, before it faded. Slowly, you let go of his wrist, arms falling to his waist as he melted into the kiss, arms wrapped around your neck.
You slammed the door shut behind him, not breaking the kiss as you made your way to your room. It was hot, needy, breathy as you pushed him onto your bed, telling him to take his clothes off. Hesitantly, he sat up in your bed, starting to take off his clothes slowly while you headed over to your closet getting your strap ready. By the time you were done, turning around to face him he was in nothing but your panties, nervously sitting on your bed.
Pushing him back and spreading his legs, you came in between them, pushing his legs up to his chest, lips pressing against his, your tongue exploring his mouth as your lubed up fingers prodded at his entrance.It hadn't been long since you two had done it. The last time you had sex was two days ago. Yesterday, you two were studying at the library before falling asleep at his place. He wrapped his arms around you as you pushed a finger into his warm hole, making him whine into your kiss. Pushing one finger past his bundle of nerves wasn't hard. Pushing two fingers past his rim felt better. Pushing three fingers into him though, had him clinging to you.
This time, you pulled away from the kiss, continuing to pump your three fingers into him before sucking some marks into his neck. ‘’I have been waiting for this day patiently.’’ You whispered, trailing down to his chest, taking his nub into your mouth. The whimpers that fell past his lips were mind-blowing. And his back arched deliciously, one of his hands flying to cover his mouth.
‘’Come on.’’ You muttered, biting into his firm peck, making him wince and clench around your fingers. ‘’We finally confess our feelings for each other and you won't even let me hear you?’’ You whispered, looking up at him with those eyes. Those eyes that seemed to haunt him every night. Those eyes he loved staring into any chance he got. That look you'd give him before making him cum like a slut over and over again.
His grip on your shoulders was lethal, hips bucking as your fingers fastened in pace. ‘’Come on, sweetheart. Let me hear you.’’
Hesitantly, his hand fell from his lips. ‘’C-Can you put it in now?’’ He whispered, not daring to look at you. He was quite shy today. Usually, he'd be all cocky, pin you down, and make himself feel good on your strap. But today? He seemed embarrassed by any single thing you did.
‘’Put what in?’’ You whispered, biting your way back up, leaving a trail of marks in your wake, making your way up to suck and lick at his earlobe. ‘’You can do better than that, baby. I want to hear you say it.’’
He sighed in frustration, eyes squeezed shut tightly, biting down on his lower lip. ‘’I want your strap-'’ He froze, turning his head away from you. ‘’Y-Your dick inside me, Y/n…’’
You smirked, letting out a huff. ‘’My dick, huh?’’
He nodded, spreading his legs further when you pulled out your fingers, positioning yourself at his entrance. Oh, he was desperate for it now. His hands held his legs open, his dick was leaking and hard, titts perked up, hole fluttering around nothing as he looked at you with that pathetic expression plastered on his face. He wanted you badly.
He craved you.
And like the nice person you were, you gave him what he wanted. Pushing into him. Slowly. Gently. Hands resting on the back of his thighs, pinning him into your mattress as you pushed into him, watching inch after inch of your strap disappear inside him.
His mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes fluttering shut, head falling back as you bottomed out inside him. Body spasming as he came. You raised your eyebrows in surprise because he wasn't one to cum fast in bed. He could last long if he wanted to. And he was the one always telling you to slow down because it would be embarrassing to come too fast.
And here he was, coming from half a stroke. But you chalked it up to your fingers working their magic on him right before this. It seemed like he wasn't even aware of the fact that he came. Because when his hazy eyes fluttered open again, tear glazed eyes staring right at you before his gaze wandered down to the crime scene, he frowned. ‘’Wh-What the-'’
But before he could say anything, you pushed yourself into him again. Harder this time. Creating a steady rhythm of thrusts.
You let go of his legs pressed against his chest, resting your hands on either side of his head as you pounded into him. He clung to your shoulders, wrapping his arms around your neck, whining into the crook of at as he legs started shaking around you.
It didn't take long for you to find his prostate, hitting it over and over again to the point he was crying. He was a babbling mess, apologising for everything and nothing. Begging for god knows what.
‘’Mm-I… I like you.’’ He whimpered into your neck.
You chuckled. ‘’'That so?’’
He nodded haptically, a smile framing his face as tears rolled down his cheeks. ‘’I l-love you.’'
Now you burst out in laughter, stopping your movements momentarily, leaning down to press a kiss to his soft, pouty lips. ‘’I love you too.’’ You muttered, picking up your thrusts again.
‘’I'm so f-fucking close!’’ He whined clinging to you once again. And this time, when you hit his prostate, he came. He came hard. Body shaking as you ground against his prostate. He cried out, painting your bellies white.
You helped him ride through his high, watching as his chest rose and fell. You bent down, pressing soft kisses to his face as his eyes fluttered open.
‘’Can you give me one more?’’ You pressed a kiss to his nose, caressing his cheek. And he smiled, nodding at you. He pulled you into another kiss, this one lasting longer than the others as you pushed into him again.
This time, you reached out to press down on his lower belly, making him feel you moving inside him even more. ‘’You're such a good boy, you know that?’’
‘’Th-Thank you…’’ he whimpered, trying to push your hand off his belly, but you wouldn't let up. You kept your hand there, pressing into his lower abdomen firmly. Making his legs shake was fun. Eyes welling up with tears, lower lip trembling, trying to push you away. ‘’It f-feels weird… I think I'm going to-'’ He went quiet, eyes rolling back as his hand trying to push you off fell to the sheets.
Suddenly, a thin liquid squirted out of his making him come back to his senses a little bit. With every thrust you took, more liquid leaked out of him, getting him all wet. ‘’Wh-What is that?!’’ By the sound of his voice, you could tell he was as embarrassed as never before. But instead of stopping, you flipped him on to his stomach gently, making him arch his back before you continued fucking him.What he couldn't see wouldn't bother him, right?
You continued thrusting into him, grabbing on to his ass as he made all sorts of noises. He was whining, whimpering, crying out of pleasure and his hole was gaping every time you pulled out just to push in again.
The thin liquid spilled out of him again, but this time he slumped into the sheets without a warning, going unconscious.You stopped all your movements immediately, pulling out and trying to shake him awake. ‘’Suguru? Are you okay?’’
You decided not to panic, changing the bedsheets and cleaning him up before patting his forehead with a warm washcloth.
You were concerned. He had never passed out on you like this, let alone come so much to the point he ended up squirting like a girl. Finally, his eyes fluttered open, big eyes staring right at you as you continued patting his forehead.
‘’Did I pass out...?’’
‘’Yes, I'm sorry.’’ You muttered, cupping his face with one hand. ‘’Are you okay?’’
He didn't say anything and silence filled your room. He furrowed his brows, sitting up slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath before looking at you. ‘’You don't give me aphrodisiacs when we do it, right?’’
You frowned, rolling your eyes. There he was. He seemed fine enough. ‘’Don't be stupid now. You didn't have anything to eat or drink before we did it.’’
‘’Why did I feel it so intensely today?’’ He questioned, really thinking about it. Maybe it's because your dick game is on point, but saying that would earn you an eye roll, so you just kept quiet.
‘’I don't know.’’ Maybe it was fueled by the feelings he had for you.
‘’Is there something in your strap? Let me see that package.’’
You stood there, confused as ever. There was no way he was serious.
ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ. if you wanna come, give my brother some!
synopsis: the one where you’re dying to go to a frat party. you don’t want to go alone, and your best friend itadori promises to take you on one condition: you talk to his older brother. just talk, nothing crazy. of course, you never do anything half-assed.
content: MDNI. frat!choso kamo x reader, top reader x sub choso, college au, modern au, drinking, edible usage, vaping, alcohol, hookup, mutual attraction, explicit smut, slight age gap (college, reader is a freshman and choso is a senior), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, creampie, dry humping, choso cums too soon, reader tops, teasing, crack humor, overwatch references (i have an addiction)
wc: 4.6k
a/n: art by thatsallitchief! y'all when i tell you i had so much work to do after spring break but mama got it done and is feeding y'all. except i feel like this one wound up being kind of rushed... also can you tell i've never been to a frat. they lowkey scare me which is why i would want my close personal bestie yuji itadori to accompany me to one!! anyways. i wrote most of this while half asleep soooooo sorry if there's any mistakes i missed while proofreading <333 i feel like i treat a/ns like diary entries lmfao
“pleaaaasee, itadori,” you pouted and rested your head on his shoulder, giving him puppy eyes. “please? kappa is throwing a huge one this weekend.”
itadori, who had his laptop open to his lecture notes but was really buried in his instagram reels, waved a hand. “kappa sucks anyways. weird ass frat.”
you raised a brow. “and you would know? you never go to frats, you spent every friday night playing fortnite or whatever…” you retorted, crossing your arms and slouching back in your chair. itadori scoffed in response. “modern warfare. and for your information, not every friday! sometimes i go to sig tau.”
“sig tau?”
“yeah. my older brother is a member.”
you shot up in your seat. “you have an older brother?” your jaw dropped, and itadori finally looked up from his phone. “yeah. look, dude. tung tung sahur.” he grinned, showing you his phone. you didn’t pay any attention to the brainrot he was showing you, more focused on the pressing matter at hand.
“itadori. you have an older brother who’s in a frat and you haven’t taken me yet?”
he shrugged. “i didn’t think you’d wanna go. buuuut i guess i can bring you with this weekend… on one condition.”
“anything.”
itadori grinned like how he did when he was about to steal one of your ramen cups. “talk to my brother.”
your raised brow and your smile dropped. a set up? “hell no.”
“please? i think you’ll really like him. he’s on the rugby team, he’s really tall—“
“nope. i told you, after that situationship from welcome week, men are off limits for me,” you held up a hand, shaking your head. itadori scoffed. “i wouldn’t really call fushiguro a situationship, more like a deluluship—“
“regardless! men are a no-no.”
itadori gave you a knowing look. “okay then. no frat. you can go to kappa on your own.”
you frowned at the thought of sticky floors, cheap alcohol, and being by yourself with no other friends. kugisaki and maki had no interest in coming with you to a frat. “… fine. what’s his instagram?” you gave in with a sigh.
itadori’s thumbs flew across his screen before he pulled up the page: a blank. user chosokamo. not even a profile picture.
“wow. he’s handsome,” you muttered sarcastically.
“he’s shy.”
“a shy frat guy on the rugby team? i don’t buy it.”
“you’ll see,” itadori grinned. “he’s nice. really, he’s quiet, but he’s a sweet guy. you’ll love him.”
“do i have to sleep with him or something?”
“i doubt you’ll get that far.”
you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. come friday night, you’d stalked down all of choso’s profiles. instagram, twitter, snapchat (practically nonexistent snap score), tiktok, spotify, linkedin, battle.net account. reposts of cat videos, playlists with rap and 2000s emo rock music for workouts, worked at a… plant nursery as a part time job? majored in biology with a focus in hematology. mained mizuki in overwatch.
you looked yourself over in the mirror while itadori waited outside. micro shorts, a cute halter top, some layered jewelry, shitty sneakers (in case of spills), and dolly makeup. good enough.
“come onnnnn slut!” itadori groaned outside your door. you swung it open and glared at him. “give me the goods.”
itadori rolled his eyes and slammed a red, sugarcoated gummy and pink vape in your hand. “can’t believe i’m your plug and your ride to a frat. for free.”
you scoffed, chewing the gummy. “hey, i gave you answers to the midterm, didn’t i? consider this payment. also, strawberry cloud dream?” you raised a brow at the pink device.
“it matches my hair!”
the sigma tau house was three blocks from campus and you could hear it before you saw it. it was brick and not exactly a small house, led lights in each window. red cups littered the lawn and a few guys out front were doing something that looked like it had started as a drinking game but had wound up being something entirely different.
you took a long drag of the strawberry cloud and ghosted it before braving a step inside. sticky floors, bass that vibrated your inner ear, faces you couldn’t really make out due to the low lighting.
you hadn’t even realized itadori left your side when he came back to you bearing gifts: a red solo cup. “sprite and svedka,” he grinned proudly.
you took a hesitant sip and grimaced. “holy shit. dude, this is svedka and like… a splash of sprite.”
itadori laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “welcome to your first frat party. okay, so, choso is in the kitchen—“
“the kitchen?”
“yeah, he doesn’t like the main room. actually, he doesn’t like coming out of his room…”
your brow furrowed. this guy didn’t sound like he belonged to a frat. then again, he studied blood. you let yuji lead you to the kitchen, shuffling past a girl who was throwing up into the trash can and right towards—
holy shit.
definitely over six feet worth of pure muscle, not too bulked but just beefy enough, eye bags, a scar on his nose bridge? no matter. dark hair that reached just below his ears, a wearing a band top and jeans. the hand holding his phone was both veiny and boney, his knuckles highlights with ridges of veins that ran down to his forearms. definitely your type. fushiguro who?
“yo, bro!” itadori smiled and waved, guiding you towards him. the man looked up, glanced at you, then looked back to his brother. “hey, yuji.”
you stood awkwardly at itadori’s side, mouth watering as you watched his older brother converse with him. his jaw was nice and defined, his lips pouted just the slightest bit…
“so this is my friend…” he finally introduced you. “the girl from my freshman year seminar i told you about? and this is my brother choso kamo, he’s a senior… right! so, um, i’m gonna go grab another drink—“
“wait, itadori!” you hissed, but he was gone in a flash. you whipped back to face his older brother, laughing nervously. “hi…”
“… hi.”
you stood in awkward silence for a moment. “so… kamo? not itadori?” you blurted out the ice breaker, and immediately regretted it. who asked a stranger about the specifics of their last name? was it the alcohol, or your nerves, or both?
“it’s… a long story…” choso looked away.
“right…” you dropped your gaze to the ground, then back up at him. you weren’t giving up. “so… itadori tells me you study biology? hematology?” a lie, obviously you’d figured out from stalking his linkedin. choso blinked up at you. “… yeah. he told you that?”
you nodded and lied through your teeth. “yeah. pretty… specific. why blood?”
choso shrugged and took a sip of whatever was in his cup. “my family has a history of blood disorders…” he murmured. “i wanted to understand it, so… i studied it.”
“oh,” you nodded slowly. it wasn’t the answer you’d expected. to be honest, you didn’t know what to expect with this guy. his head tilted up and you could make out the faintest tint of pink of his ears. “sorry. not good party conversation, huh?”
you shrugged. “i wouldn’t know. this is my first frat.”
his eyes widened. “your first— and you’re talking with me?” he scoffed. “you should go out and have fun with yuji.”
“i like talking with you,” you blurted out thanks to the 99% svedka drink in your cup. you realized how stupid you'd sounded. maybe three sentences exchanged with this guy and you liked talking with him?
he swallowed thickly. “you do…?” he mumbled, then straightened up when you nodded. “… what do you study?”
you could’ve easily ended the conversation fifteen, twenty minutes ago. once you got to the forty minute mark and had flown through three different topics of conversation with choso, you’d forgotten about your deal with itadori.
“so… mizuki?” you tilted your head. choso was smiling just the slightest bit by now. “yeah. used to main reinhardt, but his shield got nerfed.”
“so you abandoned him for support?” you laughed softly. “hey, at least you could be my d.va’s pocket healer now.”
choso raised a brow. “you play d.va? not surprised.”
you scoffed. “what’s that supposed to mean?” choso shrugged, not answering the question. “you play other video games?” he asked. you shrugged. “usually cod or fortnite with itadori. you?”
“… league of legends. on occasion.”
“ew.”
“hey!”
you busted out laughing, holding his arm for balance. you were about to make another snarky comment about his taste in video games when a head of pink hair swayed up to you guys.
“heyyyy guyssss…” he laughed and threw his arms around the both of you, effectively squishing you against choso’s firm chest. “having fun? need refills? you want—“
“yuji. go away,” choso playfully shoved his brother, earning a wide grin from your friend. “right right, of course, if you guys need anything… more drinks, condoms—“
“yuji!”
you laughed and rested your hand on choso’s chest, not having moved from where you’d been pressed against him. he tilted his head down to look at you. “sorry about him.”
“don’t apologize for him,” you smiled. “he’s an idiot, but i'm getting used to it.”
“yeah? how’s that going?” choso smirked, earning another small laugh from you. “not well.”
choso hummed. “try living with him for 19 years.”
“huh?” you tilted your head. the music had been turned up impossibly louder. choso leaned in and spoke a little louder in your ear. “i said, try living with him for 19 years.”
you laughed softly, the alcohol making you bubbly and flirty. “it’s loud in here.”
“it is,” he agreed, setting his cup down. “you wanna go up to my room?” he blurted out, then stilled. “i mean… just ‘cause it’s quieter. and i have my xbox so we can play games. not ‘cause… i mean— unless you’d—“
you suddenly felt sobered up. this had just been a stupid challenge, you remembered, but now it was real. “choso,” you cut him off, then nodded with a small smile. “lead the way.”
on your way up the stairs, led by choso holding your hand. you glanced down at the party to find itadori’s jaw dropped as he stared up at you, then he gave you a thumbs up and a big smile. you pretended you didn’t see him.
choso’s hand immediately left yours as soon as you were in his room. assuming he was undressing or tidying up his bed or something, you looked around his room. my chemical romance and deftones posters, textbooks, a bonsai tree.
then you heard the xbox turning on. you whipped around to find him sitting in his beanbag, thumbing the controller and looking up at you expectantly.
oh my god. he was actually serious about playing video games.
you glanced at him, then the tv. “you’re… serious?”
he furrowed his brow. “why wouldn’t i be?”
you pushed aside the ache between your thighs and settled next to him in his beanbag, noticing how he tensed up a little. you took the second controller and resigned yourself to the fact that instead of getting laid tonight, you’d be queuing up in ranked.
you were terrible at overwatch on console. you were used to pc and were still getting used to the controls. “you just walked into the enemy team,” choso muttered.
“excuse me. i’m tanking.”
“your kd is tanking, you mean.”
you frowned. “i’m used to pc, okay?”
“here,” he actually smiled, scooting closer behind you, wrapping his arms around yours and placing his hands over yours. “okay, left stick moves,” he mumbled in your ear. “right stick is for camera. this button shoots. this one’s your ult. you good?”
you glanced up at him, your faces inches away from each other. “yeah…” you murmured, looking back to the screen and playing better now that you knew the controls. “like this?”
“yeah, just like that… good.”
your thighs squeezed together, and you blushed as you realized he was close enough to probably feel it. you glanced back up at him, hearing your character die on the screen as you lost focus. choso didn’t comment, only staring down at you. he was close, close enough that you could make out the little scar on the bridge of his nose, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips had parted just a bit.
without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. both controllers clattered to the floor.
choso was quick and eager, returning the kiss and grabbing your waist. his tongue slipped into your mouth, rubbing against yours as he grunted with effort. you felt his cock straining against his jeans as he almost rutted against your thigh.
he caught himself, though, and pulled away panting softly, his lips glossed with your saliva. “s-sorry, that was—“
you shut him up with another kiss, pulling him close and swinging your leg over so you were straddling his lap. he groaned and pulled you closer, grinding up into you. you rolled your hips in response, and a high pitched noise bubbled up from his throat.
you pulled away to find him beet red with wide eyes. “that wasn’t—“
“you whimpered.”
his face scrunched up a bit. "what? no, i didn't-"
his protest was cut off as you rolled your hips again, an undeniable, broken, high pitched noise spilled from his lips. his fingers dug into your waist, trying to hold you still as he looked away, his cheeks flushed.
"oh my god," you half breathed out, half laughed out. "you're serious."
"stop." his voice held no conviction, his body betraying him as you felt his hips bucking up and rubbing up against you just the slightest bit.
you smirked and lifted your hips, pulling off of him. "fine," you murmured, and he immediately got the look of a kicked puppy, instinctively reaching for your waist again. "wait, no, don't-"
he paused as you got on your knees in front of him, running a hand through your hair to push it back. "... oh," he murmured, his hand sifting into your hair as you undid his jeans. his breath audibly hitched when you pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping up against his abs. he was already throbbing in your hand and beading pre, which you thumbed and smeared over his flared head.
“fuck…” he groaned, spreading his legs further apart. you looked up at him through your lashes. “sensitive?” you teased, and he only managed a nod in response.
you hummed and gently pumped him, barely even that. deciding to tease, you basically ghosted your fingers over his length, then leaned in and pressed a little wet kiss to his leaking tip.
“mm-hm!” his hips bucked up and a whine bubbled up from his chest. his tip prodded at your lips, and you took the opportunity to close your lips around him and sink your head down just a few inches. he was already a whining mess, tugging at your hair as his thighs tensed.
“fuck—“ he groaned after not even a minute. “wait, wait, wait— ‘m not gonna—“
you pulled off of him, lips still connected to his cock by a string of saliva. “don’t tell me you’re already close,” you raised a brow.
he huffed a small, nervous laugh. “i… think i am…” and judging by how he looked, he wasn’t lying. dark hair sticking with sweat to his forehead just a bit, his chest rising and falling as he panted, his flushed skin, face and ears tinted pink.
“that fast?” a shit-eating grin tugged at your lips.
he groaned and let his head fall back, scrubbing his free hand down his face. “you were just…!” he protested, gesturing vaguely to his lap, then you.
you hummed. “fair.” you moved to take him back into your mouth, but a tug on your hair stopped you. frowning, you protested. “what…?”
his chest was still heavy with his panting, his hips twitching up into the air. “just— i won’t last if you keep—“
“so?” you shrugged, dropping your gaze back to where your hand was wrapped around him. you stuck out your tongue and let a glob of spit spill to his tip, then smeared it along his slit. “i know i was teasing you, but i don’t care. really.”
he groaned and tugged at your hair again, then reached down and pulled you up by your arms, making you squeak in surprise. “choso—!”
“not like this…” he grunted, hoisting you up effortlessly, holding your legs around his waist as he stood. “wanna make you feel good first…” he mumbled shyly into your neck, setting you down on the bed and kissing down your body. his lips left a wet, cool trail on your skin, goosebumps following.
your stomach did a flip. itadori was right… he really was sweet. your expression softened. “you don’t have to—“
“i want to,” he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips suckling gently at the skin there. he hesitated, pulling just an inch away and gazing up at you like he was already drunk on you. “… is that okay?”
your heart flopped around in your chest. “yeah…” you sighed out softly. he nodded and carefully undid the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down with your panties.
“holy shit…” he mumbled aloud, probably meaning to keep that in his head. he reached up hesitantly and gently spread your drooling folds with his fingers. he glanced back up at you with wider puppy eyes, quietly asking for permission.
you nodded, fingers threading into his dark locks. “go ahead.”
he didn’t waste a second, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before suckling the bud between his lips.
“fuck—!” your knees jerked up along with your hips. "oh my god, where the fuck did you-?"
"mmph," he grunted against your cunt. "'m not a virgin, y'know,"
your cheeks flushed. "yeah, i knew that..." you grumbled, even though up until about five seconds ago you'd figured he hadn't felt the touch of a woman before. he huffed against you and picked up his pace as if he now had something to prove, his tongue delving between your folds and slurping up every drop of your slick. his thumb came to rub quick little circles into your swollen bud, leaving you fisting at his hair.
"choso- holy shit-"
"mmf..." he grunted, his hips jerking against the mattress. he kept humming and grunting in both the effort of eating you out and the pleasure from grinding against his bed, the vibrations shooting through you and making your back arch.
he definitely knew what he was doing, at least with you. every time your hips jerked up or your thighs twitched or you tugged at his hair, he chased it, learning you in real time. his hand slid up your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your top to ground himself. he was practically humping the mattress, desperate for friction to soothe his throbbing cock.
you were too lost in your own cloud of pleasure to even notice it. one hand fisted at his hair, keeping his face buried in your pussy, the other fisted at the sheets. "f-fuck, cho- 'm close..."
he groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. "c'mon." you could barely make out what he said, his voice was so muffled. he sucked harshly on your clit, then brought his hand to plunge two deft fingers into your hole, bullying your g-spot. "c'mon, give it t'me... please..."
you came with a whine of his name, your back arching and obscene squelching noises coming from where choso’s tongue met your sticky walls. he groaned loudly, his jaw going slack for a moment, and the moment the mattress stopped squeaking was when you realized it had been making noise at all.
he shuddered a bit, pulling away from you with glossy lips, your cum dripping down his chin. your hazy gaze raked down his body as he sat up, finding a dark patch in his boxers.
you couldn’t help the laugh you exhaled. “did you seriously cum in your pants from eating me out?”
choso was beet red again, red crawling up his neck. “shut up.”
biting your lip, you smiled and crawled forward, slowly and deliberately, like a jaguar stalking her prey. choso gulped visibly, almost shrinking back a little, but his body froze up in fear... or excitement. or both.
"you couldn't even wait..." you smirked, tilting his chin up once you were on top of him. your fingers ghosted down his shirt, feeling his abs, dipping below his waistband.
choso let out a shaky breath, bringing his hands to hover over your waist, as if he wanted to grab on but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "i- i tried..." he murmured, the tips of his ears blushing pink.
your smirk widened. "didn't seem like it."
he swallowed hard at that, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. your fingers teased right at his trail, waiting until he was bucking up into you to pull his waistband down. he was still rock hard and throbbing, sticky cum dripping down the veins of his cock.
you bit your lip and smiled, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him like you'd just won the lottery. "mmh..." you moved your hips to hover over him, and he finally grabbed onto the swell of your hips.
"wait-" he stammered out. "... protection? i have condoms-"
"fuck that, 'm on the pill," you muttered, tossing your hair back and moving to sink down on him.
"are you s- ohhhhmygod..." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow knitting as you enveloped him with a sweet squelchh! the stretch dragged a little whine out of you, and you bit your lip to hold it back. you bottomed out, ass flush to his thighs, and took a moment to stare at him. panting, flushed, brow seemingly permanently knotted upwards.
"choso."
"one second."
"are you seriously trying to not cum already?"
he whined and let his head fall back to the mattress, already humiliated from cumming in his pants, and now you were just being cruel. "just- give me a second, okay? jesus..." he panted.
you gave him a second, waiting patiently. then two, three, four, five...
you rolled your hips, and his hands flew to your waist. "fuuuuckk...!" he rasped, lifting his head to glare up at you, only to find you with a shit eating grin. "theerre he is..." you purred, rolling your hips again.
"please-" he whined into the back of his hand after throwing it over his face. "please, i just need a minute, 'm not gonna-"
"choso," you pulled his hand away, staring down at him. your free hand smoothed over his chest, feeling his heart banging against his ribcage. "look at me. you're doing so good..."
the sound that left him was sharp, broken, and obviously he hadn't meant to let it slip out. something like a whimper crossed with a groan and maybe even a little sob. his hips bucked up into you, your hole squelching softly. "don't say that..." he murmured, his face hot.
"takin' me so well, stretchin' me out..." you purred, just to see his reaction. it was gold, of course, another whine spilling past his lips. his fingers dug into the fat of your hips, not stopping you, just holding on for dear life. "you're doing that on purpose," he accused breathlessly.
"obviously."
you took his hands from your hips and brought them up to the curve below your breast, letting him hold you where he could feel your heartbeat. then, bracing your own hands on his chest, you leaned forward a bit, glancing down at where his cock disappeared between your drenched folds. little bubbles of pre foamed at where he did.
you dragged your hips up, then sunk down-
"fuck-" choso's breath hitched, and his bit his lip to keep from being loud. his jaw clenched, his eyes were shut tight like if he didn't look at you, maybe, just maybe, he could keep himself from cumming right now.
"you can be loud, cho. no one's gonna hear you over the party downstairs."
he swallowed thickly and nodded. "right, right..."
"and open your eyes. wan' you to watch me ride your cock."
he twitched inside you, and he huffed. "can you not-"
you rose and dropped your hips to shut him up, and a broken whine interrupted whatever complaint he had. and you didn't stop there, speeding up and bouncing on him without any pauses.
"shit, shit, oh my- fuuckk-" it dragged out of him. long and dissolving. his head pressed back into the pillow, his hands flexing against your waist. "okay. okay, okay, okay-"
your hands moved from his chest up to his hair, fisting his soft locks in both hands like handlebars. he whined and hugged you to his chest, burying his face in your neck.
"cho-"
"don't stop, please..." he almost cried into your neck. "please don't stop, feels s-s'good, 'm... fuuck, 'm not gonna last..." he dragged his words out with soft whines.
you felt it building in your stomach too. it was impossible to ignore at this point, the way his cock was rubbing up on your gummy spot and smearing globs of his precum over it.
"yeah?" you managed to pant out, dipping your head down to gently nip at his earlobe. "you gonna fill me up? hm?"
"hngh- fuck-"
you sped up, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin as he began to buck up desperately into you.
"hm? can't hear you, cho. i asked if you're gonna cum inside me," you panted. choso was panting heavily, his gaze trained on where your pussy lips stretched and drooled around his cock, bouncing up and down.
squelch!
squelchh!
squelchhh!
he finally slammed his hips up into you, his head thrown back as a strained cry spilled from his raw lips. "h-hngh- 'm cumming- cumming-!!"
his cock throbbed and twitched against your velvet walls, spurting and sticking his seed to your walls. "oh my god..." he panted, hips hips rutting up in aftershock, mushroomy tip smearing his sticky white allllll around your walls till he was leaking out of you.
you followed close behind, your fingers twisting in his hair, back arching and head tilting back. your poor hole quivered around him, squeezing his swollen cock in quick pulses. you glanced back in the mirror to find sticky patches of white dripping down your inner thighs, and your jaw dropped.
you looked back down at him underneath you: totally fucked out, half lidded eyes, chewed and raw lips parted, drool slicking down from the corners of his mouth. "that was..." he rasped, then closed his eyes.
"yeah..." you exhaled a small laugh, still catching your breath. you pulled off of him with a lewd drag, then plopped down beside him. his hand subconsciously came up to your hair, sifting into your locks, and you wondered if he was even awake at this point.
careful not to wake him up, you reached across him to the nightstand for his phone, hovering it over his face for the face ID. you scrolled to his messages to add your number, then furrowed your brow as you saw his group chat being blown up.
SIGMA TAU BROTHERHOOD 🔥💪🍻
todo aoi: CHOSO GETTING CHEEKS TN YO
todo aoi: I SAW HIM TAKE A GIRL UPSTAIRS
itadori yuji: i set it up hb of the year over here
naoya zenin: kamo actually pulled? no way LMFAOOOOO
kinji hakari: STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTIN FUCKED TN😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹
naoya zenin: yo this mf got negative aura how did this happen
todo aoi: CHOSO BROTHER I'M SO PROUD
naoya zenin: i'm serious bro wtf
you snorted and tossed his phone to the side, burrowing your face into choso's neck and snuggling into him. the party thumped on downstairs. for once, though you'd hate to admit it out loud, you could say itadori was right. you were glad you didn't go to kappa.
IT's complicated! (starring nerd!choso x boss!reader)
summary: Choso, a shy IT specialist at Jujutsu Industries, has had a crush on you for years. So when your computer breaks down and you ask him for his expertise, he is determined to try his very hardest to please (and maybe, just maybe, in more ways than one).
content: MDNI 18+, afab!reader, boss!reader, nerd!choso, alt!choso, virgin!choso, no use of “y/n”, yearning, crushing, verrrryy down bad choso, hair-down choso, pierced choso, glasses choso, nerd!gojo feature, nerd!geto feature, porn with lots of plot, choso sees your nudes and lowkey freaks out (in a good way), oral sex (m!receiving, f!receiving), handjobs (m!receiving, f!receiving), suspicious activities under the desk, squirting, messy, secretive, dumbification, office sex, semi-public sex, first times, breeding kink, etc.
word count: 9.2k (idek how this happened oops)
author's note: AHH this is my first ever post on here! I am so excited to share it with you all ☺️! all credits of the above pictures go to their creators! First picture credits is to the talented @einruji07 on X! Also, MDNI!! 18+ only. If you are not 18+ I *will* block you.
choso's friday rotation: Sleepyhead - Jutes, I Want You By My Side - Yuragi, Sextape - Deftones, Drunk in Love - Guitar Version Looped - NovaX, Chokehold - Sleep Token, The Walls - Chase Atlantic, House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls - The Weeknd
The morning genuinely could not have gone rougher.
Choso’s 6AM alarm didn't go off, which meant his meticulous morning routine (fixing his hair into its signature bun, tirelessly trying to wash the sleep from his eyes, and buying Toji’s shitty discounted coffee from the place next door) was effectively scrapped.
The train from his neighborhood to Chiyoda City was packed full, and he could’ve sworn at least six different elbows dug into his back on purpose throughout the entire ride.
And of course, the cherry on top was that it was a Friday, which meant the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu Industries was serving free breakfasts today. He knew that as soon as the clock hit 9am, employees from every department would be descending down from their respective floors and into the bumbling cafeteria.
It was ritual; it was community.
It was Kamo Choso's personal hell.
Sure, he could avoid all of this - and his natural instincts would be that he would. But there is something uniquely humbling about being an underpaid IT specialist living in one of the most ridiculously overpriced apartments in Shibuya, that his usual quiet, asocial self could set aside his general temperament for some Friday freebies.
He stepped into the already lengthy line, keeping his sleepy eyes glued to his phone screen, his music set to a concerning level, and his earbuds on noise-cancellation.
He anticipated this would take fifteen minutes max. Eight to move through the line. Two to figure out what he wanted and grab what he needed. Five to absolutely book it up the stairs to his 4th-floor cubicle. That's what he anticipated. He could do this.
What he did not anticipate was accidentally knocking into, and subsequently flat-tiring, you.
You, with your sensual curves and smooth skin and sharp eyes. You, who took one look at the scuff mark he made on your very expensive-looking heels and laughed. You, who, as you now fully turn to face him, smelled faintly of warm rice and deep vanilla, spiced quince and smoked cinnamon.
You.
You, you, you.
The girl he has been harboring the most, painful, humiliatingly pathetic crush on for the past two and a half years.
A playful grin formed on your plush lips. Your eyes began to scan him over, assessing. The small stud above his brow glinted to you as if in greeting. His hair, which normally was tied up, was down today, the thick black frames he wore slightly obscuring the pinkish scar that ran across his nose, and his dark lashes were fluttering against his pale skin in a way that made him look so… soft.
Choso could feel his eyes begin to widen as you took him in. His heart mobilized to his throat, his nape began to prick with cool droplets of sweat. Was he blushing right now or was it just hot? The bustle of the line all but faded away to him.
You began to speak, and it took him several moments before realizing that the pitched ringing in his ears were in fact, not his own deluded creations, but his headphones. His ridiculous, small, obscured headphones that were actively on noise-cancellation mode.
You were talking to him, and he couldn't hear you.
Now, this wasn't the first time you and Choso ever crossed paths. The two of you started at the company on the same day, and the both of you were partners during the week-long onboarding program. You captivated him with your casual boldness, magnetic presence, and how just one word from you could command the attention of the entire group.
He surprised you with his low voice, observing eyes, sharp features, and the way that he spoke his words with the kind of deep earnestness of someone who has never been burned.
You were intrigued.
He was captivated.
By the time the onboarding week finished, all the new hires went around the room stating their departments and their title. When it came your time to speak, and the words "Portfolio Management Director" left your oh, so pretty lips, Choso could feel the barriers going up before he could even fully comprehend it.
When everyone began to filter out of the room, mingling with the peers they grew acquainted with during the program, all he could do was keep his head down. At the time, all he could think about was how foolish he was to hope that there could ever even be a small possibility with you.
He ended up leaving without saying goodbye (admittedly not his best decision), and you watched him go with the smallest traces of hurt squeezing your chest.
And so that's why Choso finds himself here, on this Friday morning two and a half years later, flustered, embarrassed, and scrambling to string together one coherent sentence for you.
This was worse than his own personal hell. This was abuse and torture wrapped up in one single, harrowing blow.
Choso could see you had stopped talking and were looking at him expectantly now.
And honestly? You could handle scuff marks and damaged shoes. You could handle snarky colleagues and misogynistic execs. You've fought for your spot (if only everyone could've seen the state you left Zenin Naoya in...) and swiftly climbed your way up the corporate ladder. You were one of the youngest, and most favored, female directors at the company. You could handle your own and pretty much anything thrown at you - but that did not mean you took kindly to being ignored, especially by the regretfully attractive IT geek that somehow left such an impression on you all those years ago.
The easy smile you wore slowly began to fall with every passing second of his silence. Behind you, the line began to march forward.
Choso was immobilized. He had to act, and fast. In his fantasies, he would've approached you with the kind of slickness and sex-appeal that Sukuna Ryomen (the notorious office rake) was said to employ at the weekly happy hours (allegedly, according to Satoru). Choso would have wow'd you with his intellect, he would have made you laugh. He would've apologized for his initial lameness after the onboarding debacle all those years ago. He would've found a way to finally get your number, dammit!
Instead, all the words he wanted to say were competing for a spot of your attention, and something halfway between a choked groan and garbled sputtering was all that could escape his mouth.
Your eyes slightly widened.
Choso wished for death to strike him.
He could feel the light tapping of the people behind him, urging him to move.
Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. A mix of something halfway between sympathy and disappointment flashed in your eyes, but you turned around too quickly before he could decipher it. And so he was left standing there, in the middle of the cafeteria with bated breath and a palpitating heart, as you walked up to the continental buffet without so much as a glance back.
God, he was truly pathetic. And also so, so incredibly fucked.
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"Oh now that's fuckin' gold-" Satoru was barking at this point, laughing so hard his glasses slid down his nose, "-even I'm not THAT bad" his howls echoed throughout the entirety of the IT department's floor. Even Suguru, who was always so neutral in these situations, was chuckling and nodding in agreement as he listened to Choso's embarrassing retelling of this morning's encounter.
Choso's face twisted in misery.
If he was lamer than Gojo Satoru, who was generally considered as the office's "lamest", then he should just resign the rest of his life to virgin-hood now.
Gojo: +10
Choso: -67
With a grumble of the most unsavory curses he knew, and a swift kick to Gojo's long shins (that, satisfyingly, shut him up), Choso got up from his desk for his shift at the tenth-floor IT help station.
Which, to both his happiness and dismay, was where all the higher-ups worked. Where you worked.
He rubbed his face once, his glasses lifting under his fingers, before staring up at the elevator ceiling.
"Please pull yourself together, man" he whispered under his breath.
The tenth floor IT "station" was moreso a glorified closet, in his opinion. The only attribute that made it a “station” was the one, small service window that one would normally see at drive-thru’s. All Choso had to do for the next 3-hours was sit behind the window and wait for the digital clock to hit 5pm. And normally, his time at the counter would go as it always did: quiet and uneventful.
So, was it divine intervention or cruel punishment that led you to walk over to the window at 4pm, your heels clicking against the polished floor as you stood before him for the second time that day?
"Mr. Kamo," you said in greeting. You were still a little peeved from the situation that occurred earlier in the day, and your usual easy tone was replaced with something a touch cooler.
"H-Hi," he breathed. Slick. He coughed before correcting himself, "what can I do for you?"
His eyes flickered up at you and then down to his fidgeting hands. He knew he needed to explain what happened earlier. His earbuds, his chronic-lameness, his affinity with making a fool out of himself whenever you were within a four-meter radius.
You sighed. "Seems like my laptop decided to give out on me," your lips formed a slight pout and your brows furrowed in cute concern. His heart thumped in his throat. "Think you can fix it?" You raised your eyes to meet his, and he suddenly became acutely aware of just how warm his face was.
He nodded quickly, jerkily. "I can certainly try."
You say your thanks softly, just a touch distant, before silently handing him your computer.
He flushed in embarrassment as he stumbled to take the device from you. The IT window, though useful, had a worktable on his side. So, he had to extend over the table to get to the counter of the window, where you had placed your laptop.
Your eyes furtively stared at the way his surprisingly sculpted arms extended out to reach over. You noticed the soft outline of a scar wrapping around his mid forearm, and the veins that ran down from there and into his large hands.
You clear your throat, trying to stop yourself from saying (or moaning) something stupid, and excuse yourself.
He was able to diagnose your laptop in a matter of minutes. The internal cooling fan was clogged with dust, and all he had to do was blast it with some compressed air. It was simple, really. He anticipated it would only take him ten minutes to fix the whole thing.
And yet, he sat there stalling.
You sat in one of the lounge chairs beside his window, your legs neatly crossed and your manicured nails tapping away on your phone. The sun was beginning to set, and the glow from its light was illuminating you in such a way that it would make it a crime not to stare.
“Yes, Mr. Kamo?”
You didn’t glance up from your phone, but your brows held a light, inquisitive arch. His breath stuttered.
“I am so sorry about earlier,” his voice was so gentle you almost missed it. You finally look up. “The breakfast line this morning. That time from onboarding two years ago-” the thumping of his veins was hard enough to staccato his speech, yet he could not stop now. “I am so sorry. For everything. For your shoes. For acting the way I did. For not saying goodbye. I had earbuds in and-god-I don’t know why I’m so…”
“Shy?” You offer to him.
“Lame.” He mumbles.
Your laugh is an angelic ring to his ears, and he watches as your hand covers your mouth as your eyes begin to crinkle. It was hard to stay annoyed when he was so endearing, so earnest with his words. The worry lines on his forehead began to ease, and a relieved smile slowly made its way onto Kamo Choso’s face for the first time today.
“All is forgiven-” your smile was small, perhaps even a touch shy. You hesitate, before saying, “thank you, Mr. Kamo.” It was your turn now to not be able to meet his eyes. And though you couldn’t bring yourself to say it, the implication of your words hung in the air. Thank you. Thank you for telling me. Thank you for your courage.
A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as the sun fully dipped into the horizon. You returned to your phone, and he returned to your computer.
And when he finally opened up the casing to clean out your fan, he made sure to leave a section untouched in the hopes that maybe, just maybe you would come back to visit him again.
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It was slow at first, but eventually you did return. And then again. And again and again.
One time for a docking station. The next, for your headphones (you both laughed). He checked your monitors one week, and your cables the next. It would be something new each time you came rounding the corner.
He would often find himself searching for the sound of your heels, like it was a message just for him; something sacred; a secret admission.
And every time you came around, you stayed by his window as he worked. You liked to watch the flush that would inevitably creep onto his features, and he liked to relish in your closeness, the smell of your shampoo, the sounds of your bracelets clinking together, and the faces you made as you read through your emails.
Sometimes, if he was lucky, he would catch you staring. He smiled more on those days.
Somehow, somewhere in those two or so months, the two of you began to ease into each other. You talked more, he stuttered less. Your professional smiles grew into something more unreserved. His anxious hands gradually found peace. Over time, silence turned into polite niceties, which turned into conversations about weekend plans, which turned into gentle teases about music tastes, coffee order skepticisms, and pop-culture references. You surprised him by being a secret gamer. He surprised you by being a shameless sweet-tooth.
After weeks of odd-repair jobs flew by, there was probably no other office supplies of yours that Choso hadn’t checked.
He was sure that the final days of you visiting him were soon approaching, and the thought alone was enough to send him into an emotional spiral all week. He didn’t want whatever this was to stop. Your presence easily became the favorite aspect of his routine: a loud part of his normally quiet schedule that he looked forward to every Friday.
He just needed to man up. Grow a pair. And if today was his last shot, then he would. And if you didn't show up to his IT window tonight? Then he would finally attend the company happy hours just in case you would be there. And if you were there, then he would approach you at the bar and he would buy you a drink. He would ask for your number. He would tell you to address him casually from here on out. He would, he would, he would.
For you? He would do anything.
It was ten-to-five, and the twisting in Choso’s stomach was becoming unbearable. He was all but ready to pack up and sprint to the bar that all the employees went to on Friday nights when he heard the familiar click of your heels as you rounded the corner.
His heart was pounding, and he could hear the blood rushing past his ears.
“You’re going to hate me,” you started.
Never, he wanted to say in reply.
“Oh? How so?”
“My work phone,” you frowned, “I’d hate to keep you late on a Friday night, but…” you softly waved the device in your hand. “Think you can manage?”
The turbulence in his body settled. You were here. He will get your number today. He will ask, after this. His eyes softened, as they normally did whenever you were near, and a smile graced his pretty features. “When have I not?”
You laughed and nodded, a touch flushed, biting your lip as your eyes lit up with something warm, something he couldn’t place.
A beat passes. Your gaze drops from his eyes, to his lips, then quickly up to the dark piercing by his brow. Were you too obvious? Was he too dense?
"My savior." You said it like it was a secret. Breathy, earnest, purposeful.
His ears turned another shade redder.
You handed your phone to him wordlessly, and his fingers grazed yours. Where yours were warm and smooth, his were cool and calloused. He gulped. You grinned.
As you settled down into your usual spot on the lounge chair, laptop opened to your email, he began to assess the damage on your phone.
“Do you remember what applications were running before it broke? Helps give me a better understanding of the issue.” He was focused now, skillfully popping off the case and assessing the ports.
You hummed. “The last thing I used was the camera - I was taking pictures of a merger agreement to forward to the legal team.” You checked your watch. “I was hoping to send it all over by 8pm at the latest.”
Though he nodded casually, he couldn’t help but be in awe of your composure, your effortless nonchalance with your power and position.
As he finally got the screen on your work phone to power up, you began to get a video call on your laptop. You excused yourself, mouthing “Sorry, gotta take this” to him, before you turned and headed back to your desk. It looked like you were quite busy. He hoped you were taking care of yourself; that you ate something today. He made a mental note for himself to ask you later.
He fiddled with your phone for several minutes. After cleaning out your charging port, plugging your device into power, and doing other general troubleshooting, your phone screen finally lit up with its signature brand logo.
Though it lagged, he was able to get to your home screen and look into your settings. After a general inspection of your storage, software system, and other miscellaneous settings, he moved on to your camera app to check if the app would crash like you had mentioned.
He truly did not mean to pry. He was just about to close the app when he saw it - the small square photo cover of a folder in your camera roll. The preview was of you. Of your body.
And, oh fuck- were these your nudes?
Fuck.
He could feel the blood draining from his face...
He immediately put your phone down.
What the hell was he doing?
You were a distinguished senior-level employee. His colleague. His crush. Dare he say, friend?
His very, very attractive friend.
He gulped. He could feel his dick pulse in interest, a faint throb that blended with the beating anticipation in his heart.
He slowly picked your phone back up.
He wished he could feel more turmoil; he wished that his morality would kick in and tell him to stop, to tell him to show some sliver of respect for your privacy. But all he could hear was silence in the face of his insatiable curiosity.
You weren’t here right now. The call you took seemed important enough to go back to your office for. Perhaps… Perhaps he could just reaffirm what he thought he saw?
His pulse was beating so wildly that his heart felt like it was working on overload. With shaky hands, he clicks back into the folder.
Fuck.
He wanted to cry. He might actually cry.
There were only seven pictures total. Before he could think too hard, he tapped into the first one and scrolled through.
The first was of you laying on your side, your heavy tits barely held up by the flimsy pink lingerie you had on. His dick lurched in his jeans at the sight of your nipples barely caught on the lace. He could see the dip of your waist, the curve of your hips, the light gloss on your lips.
He could feel his hand reaching down to his crotch before he could register what was happening.
The hell? This was you? Hidden behind all your smart clothes and persisting authority?
His fingers involuntarily squeezed himself through his pants. He could feel the fiery pit in his stomach convulse. He tried to ignore the wet spot that was beginning to form where the tip of his cock kissed his briefs. He continued to scroll.
More pictures of your tits, some with them squished together, some with them spilling over your purposefully small tops. Once he got to the ones of your ass, he had to stifle a surprised groan with a choked cough. The slutty thongs you wore almost made him pass out. One pair was made of only cross-linking satin strips. Another was just translucent lace. Regardless of material, he was transfixed by the way they got swallowed up by the expanse of your plump, juicy, impossibly round ass.
And then he got to the video. The video.
His heart was wild against his ribs. A vibrator was between your legs. Your thong shoved to the side. Your wetness was soaking the fabric so thoroughly it was see through, and your slick was coating the tip of the device until it shined. Your nipples were hard and peaking through the tops of your bra. One hand was pumping two fingers into your pussy, and the other held the vibrator to rub against your swollen clit.
It was so obscene. So dirty. So fucking erotic.
He did not know what took over him, but he could not stop himself now. His pants were unzipped, briefs shoved down, cock fully exposed underneath his worktable. He was jerking himself off like he was possessed, drunk off of the way you looked on the screen. His dick was heavy, thick, and hot in his hand. The mushroomed tip was angry and red, rubbed raw by the friction of being trapped in his underwear. He was leaking such an embarrassing amount that he wasn’t entirely sure if it was pre or if he literally came untouched in his pants without realizing.
He could hear your low pants coming from the screen, and the shlk shlk shlkkk of your nimble fingers fucking inside of yourself. He had to clench his jaw so hard that the veins in his neck were surely popping out, just to stop himself from making noise. Each time you rubbed the slickened vibrator against your cunt, and it partly disappeared between your pussy lips, his own dick bobbed with fresh waves of need.
What the hell were these doing on your work phone? Was this even your work phone?
His forehead was lightly damp now. His chest was heaving. His face was so fucking flushed. His heartbeat felt so loud in his ears that he couldn’t hear the faint clicking of your heels as you returned to him.
“...Mr. Kamo?”
His face snapped up. You were standing directly across from him, the only thing separating the two of you being the service-window wall. A beat passes, and your video is still playing on loop in his hand.
Your lips part in slow recognition, but the shadow of something indecipherable flickers across your features.
The world around you both seems to still, the Tokyo nightlife all but muted in the bubble that formed between you and him.
He sat frozen as you wordlessly walked up to, and opened, the door to his IT room.
It only took you two steps inside before you slowly dropped to your knees, your eyes never leaving his. With your field of vision lower now, you could see his large hand still fisting his dick underneath the table.
And… Holy shit. He was so… large.
You don’t realize you're gulping.
You don’t realize that you’re salivating.
This fucking nerd was packing… what? Nine full inches and then some?
Your wide eyes look back up to him, and he stares back with something akin to both utter humiliation and desperation.
“I never got to properly thank you for all your help these past few months,” you whisper.
Wait, what?
Before his delirious brain could process the implication of your soft words, you’re leaning in to lick up the salty pre that pooled at the base of his cock, slurping at the excess, and licking allllll the way up to the pulsing head.
Your tongue was so soft, so ridiculously fuckin’ wet.
And Choso was so taken by surprise, so dazed by the fact that this was his reality right now, that his jaw slackened, and a fuckin’ whimper escaped his throat.
You began to trace the veins on his dick and he could’ve sworn he saw stars.
You took your time, languidly finding a path up up, up. By the time you made it to the tip, he thought he was going to cry (he was unsure if he already was), until you wrapped your plush lips around the underside of his mushroomed cockhead, putting delicious pressure on his most sensitive area.
“Put your hands on me,” you almost whined it out, the tip of his dick still bobbing shallowly in your mouth. Like you didn’t want to let go; like you didn't want even a moment of it not resting heavily on your tongue.
Before he could comply, the distant whirring of a vacuum echoed somewhere down the hall.
“Oh fuck-” his eyes were wild, and his breathing ragged and erratic. Was it panic from potentially getting caught? Or was it the selfish idea that the thought of you stopping now might actually kill him? That whatever trance you both were under would break, and that you would walk out and take all of his heart with you?
He looks down at you, and in his panicked state he didn’t realize you were grinning.
“What are you-?”
The whirring was getting louder. You crawled under the table and settled between his spread legs.
Oh.
Oh.
He felt like he was going to go insane.
You rested your cheek against his thigh, and looked up at him through your lashes. Your eyes were glazed, your lips rouged and spit-slickened. You were mesmerizing, and it almost killed him to look away.
In the distance, he could see the nightly custodial crew rounding the corner and walking down the hall, their vacuums roaring loudly against the polished floors.
You began to push his flared cockhead further into your mouth, until it was just kissing the smoothed back of your throat. He choked on a moan, one hand gripping onto the workstation ledge, the other flying to your hair. The echoes of footsteps were growing louder, and the roars of the vacuums were quickly nearing. And yet, this only seemed to make you needier, hungrier.
Your head was bobbing rhythmically, unrelentingly, addictingly, under the table as you sucked on his hard length. He was just so warm, so thick and hot and heady, and you were beginning to lose your sanity over the feeling of his cock filling your mouth so completely and overwhelmingly, shutting you up.
Your lashes were damp with stray tears. Choso wondered how it would look to paint your face with his cum, or if you preferred to take it down your throat-
“Would you like us to clean inside there, sir?”
He sputtered dumbly. “Huuh-?”
The custodial team stood about four meters away, pausing their vacuuming activities briefly as they stared at him curiously.
“N-no. No I’m good. All c-clean over here.”
You made it a point to slurp lightly - just loud enough for him alone to hear. You were slobbering now, drool and spittle dripping from your chin, messily mixing with his creamy pre down the length of his cock, and all over his balls.
He fisted your hair in warning, his jaw ticking with tension.
He knew he probably looked ridiculous to the custodians right now, maybe even sick with how flushed and sweaty he was. He was pretty sure that his lower lip was split with how hard he was biting them. His glasses were slightly fogged on the lower edges, and his chest was heaving in a way that made him look like he just ran a marathon.
From his peripherals he could see your wicked smile as you popped off his dick, gingerly mixing the wetness all over, two slippery hands jerking him off, twisting under the capped head, in a slow, teasing, mind-numbing pattern.
The custodians shrugged, before turning around and heading off for the night.
And as they left, something inside his mind snapped. Something possessive, perverted, and deranged.
“You playin’ with me?” His eyes were wild. Gone was his professionalism, his shy resolve nowhere to be found. His heart was pounding. He needed you.
“Finally got the hint?” You shoot back, challengingly.
He huffed out a breath of warm air, before firmly gripping your throat and shoving your mouth back onto his cock. You readily latched on, sucking and licking and moaning, one hand massaging his balls, the other twisting over whatever exposed length was left of him.
Your tongue was unrelenting, and he was bucking up, abusing your throat. He loved the way your throat bulged at every snap! of his hips, as he shoved his long, fat dick down, down, down. So far gone was the shy man you met every past Friday. His eyes were now glazed and glassy, his lips bitten completely red, sweat rolling hypnotically past his brow piercing and along his sharp jaw. He was drunk off the way your mouth felt. Drunk off the way his dick was using you. Drunk off the way you look; broken, teary-eyed, mouth gagged, and throat bulging with his heavy cock buried inside.
Before you know it, he's slipping out, one hand on your throat to keep you still, while the other wraps around the base of his cock. He slaps his wet dick against your cheek, before rubbing and sliding himself along your smooth skin. Your legs clench as you realize from base to tip his cock is as big as your head. And when you looked into his eyes, you could tell he saw it too. He wasn’t looking at you though, you realized. He was looking at himself. He wasn't just tapping his dripping cock against your flushed skin. This twisted motherfucker was measuring.
“Heh- I’ve never felt a pussy before,” he continues his rocking against your face, “d’ya think it’ll fit?”
Your eyes widened. This man, with his pierced ears and studded brow, muscular arms and ginormous cock, was a fucking virgin?
Surely, he was lying. He had to be.
But as you assessed him, his wrecked and earnest features, there was no doubt that he wasn’t telling you anything but the hard, honest truth.
“I-” your heart does something funny in your chest, while a fresh wave of slickness soaks your already drenched panties. You address him with equal earnestness, “I guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself, Choso.”
And oh, he was a goner. He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue, how casually you addressed him. He was completely and utterly at your mercy now.
“Does the window close?” You ask. You were still under the table, and completely oblivious to the way his heart felt like it was exploding behind his ribcage.
“Y-yeah,” he nodded quickly, jerkily. Dazed and partly delirious.
He shoved himself back into his pants, not caring to button as he pulled his long, black shirt down enough to cover himself. He stood and leaned over the table, sliding the service window shut and pulling the metal security shutters down. You crawled out from under the table as he went and locked the door.
It was well past 7pm at this point, and the usual office stragglers were long gone by now. The two of you were alone.
He lends you his hand and you take it. Your manicured fingers swallowed by his scarred and calloused ones.
Your knees crack as you stand to your full height. He reaches to wrap his hands around either side of your throat, his thumbs lightly caressing your cheeks.
“Let me kiss you,”
It wasn’t even a question. His brain was too consumed in the haze of you, you, you.
Your chest rose and fell. Your hands found his biceps, and you slowly slid them up, up, up to his shoulders, then to his chest, feeling the hidden muscles of his upper body.
You hooked your finger in the collar of his shirt, before tugging, bringing him close enough that your lips were brushing his.
You looked up at him through your lashes, a sly smile creeping onto your features, “I’ll think on it.”
He groaned. His forehead pressed against yours. The tip of his nose softly tracing yours. You were both so close to each other that your lips would brush from the smallest of movements.
His fingers moved from your throat and into your hair, and you could feel him rutting and rubbing his throbbing erection against your leg in the most desperate, pathetic way.
“Fuckin’ tease.”
Your heart was beating so traitorously loud against your chest, and the pressure building in between your legs was making you ache, your pussy clenching at the feeling of being without.
You smile at him wickedly. “Earn it then.”
And before he can think, you’re dragging his shaky hand between your thighs, your skirt riding up, up, up past your legs, before scrunching around your waist.
He might pass out.
Because here you were - tits pressing against your tight button down, nipples raised through your bra, lace covered cunt exposed, and ass only half-covered by your bunched up skirt.
And when he finally, finally dips his trembling fingers just underneath the absolutely soaked lace of your panties, grazing your poor, neglected pussy, you sigh out the most breathy, sinful sound in his ear. Could one get infinitely times harder? He couldn’t tell. But he was starting to feel lightheaded with how much blood was rushing from his head to his cock, which was flaring with the freshest waves of need.
“I- I’ve never done this before,” he said it as if in a trance. His eyes were glassy. He looked hypnotized, almost possessed by the way the tips of his fingers were drenched in your wetness, how your pussy lips were greedily sucking him in so desperately, how they made the prettiest squelch! as his finger got devoured, inch by fucking inch, by your warm, velvety walls.
Your eyes rolled back and your mouth parted in the most sensual “o” that he’s only ever seen from stuff online. He felt the air get knocked out of his lungs. All of his college “experiences” (if he could even call jizzing untouched and awkward blow jobs milestones in his sexual portfolio) paled in comparison to the display that your pussy was showing him right now. He used his thumb to spread your lips apart, watching his fingers disappear in and out, in and out.
Fuck.
And then he was everywhere.
He has your shirt ripped off in seconds, your bra shoved down. His unoccupied hand is squeezing one of your tits, while his mouth latches on to the other, sucking and biting your nipples in a way that has your toes curling, and - did Kamo Choso have a tongue piercing??
Below, his one finger became two, jamming into your tight, tight hole, before pumping in and out, in and out in the most depraved way. And when he accidentally crooked his fingers, massaging and fucking into your most sensitive spots, you moaned, your red nails scraping against his broad shoulders.
“Touch me here too,” you all but gasp out, your delicate hands moving his thumb to rub circles against your clit, just as you had done in the video he watched of you on your phone earlier.
Ever the most astute student, he listened to your every word. He made note of the things that had you going stupid, and changed gears when you tapped him on his biceps. He was a quick study (a bona fide geek after all), and soon he found the most relentless, ruthless, dumbifying tempo that he had you fucking squirting and spraying all over his wrists and down onto the floor below.
And then he’s pushing you until your ass is leaning against the workdesk. He spreads your legs apart and drops to his knees. When he stared up at you, he looked so, so gone.
His glasses were smudged and pushed up, the tip of his scarred nose nudged your clit, and his pink lips opened to dip his soft tongue against your folds. The cool metal ball of his tongue piercing the only solace against ur blazing skin. It’s his turn to slurp you up, and god how you tasted-
One of his hands is firmly gripping your thigh, his face disappearing completely as his mouth is on your cunt, kissing and licking and sucking and massaging. The other is fisting his leaking cock. You tasted so fuckin’ good on his tongue. So warm. So wet. So sweet. He could do this forever. He would beg to do this forever.
“Have I-” he hiccupped, “have I earned it yet, sweetheart?” His glasses are wet with your juices. He’s panting, warm puffs of air hitting your core.
You were shaking. Yeah, yeah. He earned it.
“Yes, yes Cho-” your praises of him blended together, spilling and slurring out of your mouth without pause.
“Thank god.”
And then he’s back at it, eating you out so good, his tongue bullying inside of your tight hole. The scar on his nose fully rubbing against your clit, finding home on your body. And you feel it - your legs beginning to shake, your heart pounding in your throat. You’re panting, whining, holding his head to you like you’ll keep him there and suffocate him. The overwhelming waves of your orgasm crashing into you as he fucks his tongue into your greedy pussy, lips latched on and giving the sweetest suction.
Your hands are in his hair, your vision blurred and teary, you’re calling out his name like its religion.
And him? He’s trying to memorize the way your walls clench around his tongue, begging for him to stay, keeping him inside you. He’s trying to burn into memory the way you’re fuckin gushing wetness all over his chin, the way your tits bounce up as you arch your back in the most sinful way.
Only after you come down from your high, Choso finally stands. He rests his two palms on the table space on either side of your thighs, caging you in, before resting his damp forehead in the crook of your neck.
“Thank you,” he murmurs into your skin, his soft lips kissing against your jugular.
“Don’t thank me yet,” you tease. Your hands find his hair, lightly running your fingers through his scalp before saying, “we aren’t even close to being done.”
He looks up at you curiously, innocently. “We… can do more?”
Oh, so he seriously was a virgin.
“Cho…” His knees weaken at the nickname. “We’ve just barely begun.”
He involuntarily bucks his hips at your response, rubbing his painful erection against your leg. His briefs were wet and stained with pre. You lifted his shirt above his head. He pulled your soaked panties down your damp legs.
You were still sitting on the worktable, your legs ajar, and your pussy a sloppy mixture of your release and his own saliva. He nudges the tip of his length to kiss against your hole. A deep, choked sigh escapes his mouth at the softness of your pussylips, the slipperyness of your wetness, the warmth that radiated from your core and onto his weeping dick.
He slips his cock against your folds, teasingly gliding against your clit as he pulses against your skin. Choso’s lips catch your own, his tongue massaging yours, while his hands grope your sensitive, swollen breasts.
“F-fuuuh,” he’s whimpering into your mouth, lips wobbling, so fuckin’ overwhelmed by the insane sensations of your pussy rubbing against his dick, your mouth moving against his own, and your tits, god your tits, in his large, shaky palms.
And he can’t help it, really.
His dick was still jerking like crazy from the head you gave him earlier. Your soft pussylips were slathering him in your juices, your tongue licking his tongue piercing like you did his cock, and your nipples so peaked he wanted to suck on them.
So it’s no surprise, really, when his meaty dick started to leak slow ropes of his sticky, thick cum against your outer folds.
And you were still making out with him when you realized, the warm gooey feeling spurting out onto your hole was coming from him, that your breath caught in your throat - a soft gasp leaving your mouth as it got swallowed by his languid tongue.
He was so pathetic, he thought.
He just came before he even stuck it in.
He pulled away from your mouth. “I-” he was humiliated, face burning with shame, glasses fogged and head facing towards the floor. He was searching for the right words, when you grabbed his still hard penis and gave him the same smile he saw before. The kind of smile you gave when you got on your knees and crawled under the desk.
You lightly push him until he’s sitting on his wide, creaky work chair. You slide off the worktable gracefully, before joining him. You’re straddling him, tits skimming his chest, his dick standing tall between the two of your legs. Though you haven’t said it outright, the implications of your actions hang heavy in the air; he knows - he realizes what you want, what he wants, and what will inevitably happen.
“If you don’t want this, say it now,” you say.
His eyes were big, and he’s staring at you so reverently, like you were a goddess, his goddess. He shakes his head.
“Use your words, Cho,” you rest your hand on his throat, your manicured thumb parting his wobbly lips.
He was pathetic. But you loved it.
He had tears in his eyes and he had no idea why. Perhaps from humiliation. Perhaps from overstimulation. Perhaps from the fact that the hottest girl he’s ever laid eyes on was about to fuck his brains out and leave him stupified beyond belief. Probably most definitely the latter. “I want this,” he gasps out. “I want you - fuck - I need you, to be inside you, ple-”
You shut him up with your mouth, massaging and leading and biting. Your hands slowly traverse from his neck and down his hard chest, past his abs, before resting at his base, fingers tangling in the tufts of dark hair there. He was still covered in his own cum, white and warm and sticky against your palms.
“Don’t worry,” you were almost purring against his red, swollen lips. “I’ll take good care of you.”
And now you’re tipping the head of his cum-covered cock towards your glistening hole, and he feels like he’s going dizzy.
Holy shit, this was it. It’s happening.
You break away from him, and the two of you stare as you drag his gooey-covered cockhead allllll around your pussylips, leaving even more mess in its trail. And when his hard length dips slightly into your folds, his mushroomed tip kissing against your entrance, he could swear he almost blacked out.
“You’re so big, Cho” you cutely pout. His dick throbs before swelling even larger at your words. “It’s even better than I’ve ever imagined.” You say the last part quietly, reverently, almost shyly.
And, holy hell, that does something to him.
Choso involuntarily bucks at the thought of you thinking about him, about his dick, just as how he thought of you for all these years, and the tip of his cum-covered cock slips right into the tight ring of your pussy without warning.
Your head knocks back as his own falls forward, the two of your hot breaths puffing into the heady air.
You were gasping. Even though it was just the head, it felt like you were being stretched beyond belief, your walls wrapping around and latching onto his length so snuggly, so… deliciously, that it had Choso whimpering into your bare tits.
You were greedy, slightly possessed, and fuckin’ hungry. You roll your hips forward slightly, pushing his throbbing cock another inch deeper into your gummy pussy, and his hands find purchase on the fleshy curve of your ass. “C’mon now,” you say slyly, “I know my good boy can take it.”
His dick jerks at your words. You have Choso seeing stars. He thinks his hearing was starting to go in his left ear. He’s drunk, he’s addicted, he’s… he’s not even halfway inside you yet and he feels like he is teetering on the edges of his sanity.
“S-stop teasing me,” he almost cries it out. His fingertips kneed into your ass. He wants to bottom out completely inside you. He wants to feel so impossibly close to you that he forgets his own name, that he forgets where his body ends and yours begins.
And you comply. You always would, for him.
He watches as his dick gets swallowed by your stretched lips. The residual cum on his cock from earlier either smears inside you or begins to froth at his base. And you feel so fuckin’ good, your greedy cunt sucking up every inch of him until he’s finally, finally, bottoming out into your warmth.
“Thaaat’s it, Cho,” you can feel his leaking tip smooching against your cervix, the veins on his dick pulsing against your gummy walls, the residual cum from earlier clinging to your clit. You’re gushing new waves of slick, and he feels how you convulse around him, squeezing tight against his meat like a fuckin’ sin.
You don’t even give him time to breathe, to even think, because you begin to ride him like a fuckin’ animal, like a goddamn pro. Your tits are bouncing in his face, your ass clapping against his thighs, his cock filling you up like it’s ritual, and his tip fucking into your g-spot savagely, ruthlessly, unforgivingly. Before you know it, he’s bucking his hips up to meet yours, the obscene sound of skin slapping on skin echoing throughout the small space of the IT room.
He’s panting your name like a prayer, his hands holding you like you were something sacred, and his heart pounding against his ribcage like he’s at confessional.
And yeah, he may have never done this before, he may have never felt the embrace of a woman’s pussy on his cock - but he knew immediately, decisively, that yours was the best. He knew that everyone else’s would pale in comparison. And he knew, deep down, that when this is all over, he would be jaded and lost from mourning the feeling of you. He knew yours would be the only one he would search for in his life.
“Cho,” you whisper, voice catching and breaking with every thwk thwk thwk! of his balls slapping against your ass. “You’re doing so well,” you hiccup, partially delirious. “I can feel you allllll the way up here.” And then you drag your manicured nail from where the two of you were connected, juices wetting your fingerpads, as it rose all the way up, up, up, to the slightly protruding bump in your belly. You press your hand on it lightly, and he realizes that the bump is from him, from where his achingly large cock was shoved inside you and pressed against your womb.
He can feel his cock rush with blood, growing larger in your belly, filling and stuffing you even more fully - completely. And you feel it too. He breathes through his nose, small traces of drool slipping from the sides of his mouth. You squeeze your tits together, giving him a show.
He’s dangerously flushed, sweat (or was it tears?) running down his cheeks. You’re gushing fresh wetness all around his dick, your warm walls clinging to him so needily, almost possessively, as the tip of his cock pounds against your most sensitive spot until it's bruised. And he’s leaking so much pre that the mixture begins to slather so messily around your glistening hole, frothing at his base and running down his balls.
It was so filthy. So dirty. So fucking addictive.
His mouth finds the sensitive buds of your nipples, his piercing flicking over the stiffened peaks. One of his hands rubs your combined juices into your swollen clit, while the other grabs on to the fleshy parts of your ass.
Its your turn to cry out, to whimper at the sensations of his steady hands against your blazing skin, his pulsing cock inside your squeezing pussy.
“Thaaat’s it pretty girl,” he breathes. He leaves your nipples to suck on the sensitive skin by your ear. “My pretty girl. This what you were lookin’ for?”
He snaps his hips up, balls spanking your ass. His thick cock burrowing impossibly further inside of you.
Your words come out garbled - halfway between pleading and praise.
He grins at you.
“Use,” he pulls his cock out almost completely, your quivering pussy squeezing so tightly around the head of him, as if begging him not to leave.
“Your,” he finally pulls away with a grunt.
“Words,” he smacks his fat, heavy, dripping cock against your entrance. The sound it made left your ears buzzing.
“Pretty girl.” He’s shoving into you so fast you feel him in your fucking lungs.
He’s gripping your hips, using his strength to fuck your body on his cock. He was handling you like you were a sex doll.
What the fuck? This was the same nerd from before?
Your tongue meets his, and you’re messily making out with each other: you lick his tongue like you’re licking his dick, and he grabs your throat to pull you away, before spitting into your mouth. Drool spills from your lips and onto your chins. He’s pulling you onto his dick like you were a toy, only pausing briefly to spank your ass and feel it jiggle against his thighs.
Your actions were getting clumsier: nails scratching randomly at his chest, tongue licking messily up his throat, moans echoing off of his damp skin. His hips were beginning to stutter: his dick was fucking into you in a broken rythm, mushroomed head blooming with every pulse. You both were teetering around the edges of your sanity, and the only sounds between you were sharp breaths and the slapping of your soaking cunt against his soaked cock.
“Fuck, I’m-” his throat squeezes, every word a battle to get out. He forces his bleary eyes open to watch his dick disappear inside you - fucking into your womb again, and again, and again. He feels his balls beginning to tighten, his shaft becoming taught. He needs to cum. He needs to pull out.
And he starts to - when your hand tightens around the back of his neck.
“Don’t you, oh,” there's tears streaming down your face, your eyes glassy, your head spinning with how cockdrunk you were, “don’t you fuckin’ dare, Cho.”
He’s so dumbified it takes him several moments to register the implications of your words.
“I-inside?” He’s stuttering, trembling.
“Inside.”
And then he breaks, and you break around him. He’s releasing so much of his thick, gooey cum inside you that it swells in your tummy, bloating your core. He watches as you squirt and spray and spasm around his base, fresh waves of wetness soaking the expanse of skin between you both. His hips keep snapping up with each peak of your orgasm, fucking his seed deeper and deeper, fucking himself so hard into your body until it feels like you can taste him in your throat.
Neither of you say a word, both of you transfixed on the way that the other feels. You were so stuffed that his cum began to leak out of you, slowly falling and pooling at the base of his cock.
“You… you are so divine,” he whispers, his hips still lightly rutting inside you, catching the last waves of your peaks, as he kisses along the base of your jaw.
You can’t speak, your throat felt too hoarse, you were too too dazed, too fucked-out. But you nudge your nose against his, your lashes fluttering against his clammy skin.
Gently, he lifts you from his cock. He watches as you slowly release his dick, before a gush of his seed spills from your swollen pussylips.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, his thumb immediately catching the gobs of his oozing seed.
Without a word, you catch his careful fingers, and he watches in fading confusion as you push his thumb back inside you, bringing his cum along with him.
“No waste,” you whisper.
Oh.
And after some recuperation time, you both stand and begin to dress in silence. Something tender hangs heavy in the heady air of the IT room, but Choso can’t help but feel the pricks of anxiety blooming in his chest with every passing second.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he asks for your number.
And your swollen lips break out into the prettiest smile, your eyes twinkling up at him.
“I’ll think on it…” you tease. He grins, his hands find your waist to pull you closer to him.
“What do I gotta do to earn it this time?”
You tap your chin in mock thought, your smile light and warm. “Come get dinner with me tonight.”
And for you? He would do anything.
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Several weeks have passed, and Choso’s morning genuinely could not have gone better.
Not only did his 6AM alarm go off, but you had slept over last night (and yes, falling asleep cuddling with his dick inside you did contribute to both of your fantastic moods). His morning routine was now a mixture of staring at your pretty face whilst in peaceful slumber, going through a 6-step skincare routine (courtesy of you), and picking up Toji’s overpriced top-line coffee for two.
Though the train from his neighborhood to Chiyoda City was packed full today, he did not mind. It gave him more of an excuse to huddle closer to you, hands brushing together, one of his earbuds in your ear (the other in his) as your joint playlist hummed in the background. Your chest was lightly pressed against his, two wild hearts beating to the same, familiar tune.
And of course, the cherry on top was that it was a Friday. The two of you had agreed that it would finally be okay to get breakfast together today, and maybe even sit and eat at a window table afterwards.
And Choso? Choso was the happiest he has ever felt. Largely due to you. And maybe, just maybe, a tiny part due to the fact he got to see Gojo’s ridiculously large mouth fall to the floor at the sight of you and Choso walking in together today.
finally finds a (dom) woman (human.. for now) to satiate his needs
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It’s always a pleasure to revisit vampire choso heheh
cw: sexual content, consensual blood drinking, reader is a bit of a menace, finger sucking, dom/sub themes, fwb, hair pulling, finger sucking, choso with a bit of a repressed mommy kink lol, not proofread.
He’s been waiting for someone like you for years.
He didn't expect you to be so willing after he told you about this little secret of his. But as his roommate, and best friend, you didn't really mind, nor were you surprised. In fact, you had offered yourself up to him instead of trying to find another solution.
"It would be easier, since I live with you," you said that night, sitting in the pale moonlight on the living room floor,"saves you from accidentally killing other people."
You were so calm about it, seeming to not fully realize what exactly you were offering him. He swallowed down the saliva that was building in his mouth.
"What if I accidentally kill you?" he questioned, though like always you were unbothered.
Instead you chuckle and sit up. "You've been alive for what? 150 years?" you tilt your head,"I'm sure you have some restraint. Besides, I wouldn't let that happen."
Restraint? He would be lying if he said he did. Theres been far too many times where he couldn't pull himself off somebody, and with you? It might be harder than you make it sound.
But you were right, you didn't let it happen.
When he drank from you later that night, body pressed close to yours, mouth on your neck. You twirled a strand of his hair around your finger, spacing out as he drank.
He doesn't remember how exactly it happened. Maybe you thought he got his fill, maybe you were starting to get dizzy, or maybe it was starting to hurt.
The details don't really matter, not anymore at least. What he does remember is your hand slipped a little further into his hair. He was completely blind to the sensation until you grabbed a handful of hair and tugged.
The noise that escaped his bloodied mouth was embarrassing, his hands curled around the rug behind you. His pupils were probably as wide as the moon, staring up at the sliding glass doors behind you in complete shock.
His chest was heaving, and he felt that familiar pulse spread from his stomach to the rest of his body. He slowly closed his mouth, meeting your eyes and blinking rapidly. You stared at him, almost expressionless.
This was bad. Very bad.
Time went on like normal after that. He didnt need to eat every day, just a couple times a week. So you fed him when he asked. He made sure you were in a comfortable position, and he never bit the same spot twice.
You didn't seem to mind if he was touchy, the only thing that really ever made you pull him off was when he was too rough. And he's not ashamed to admit that sometimes he would try to be a little rough just to feel you pull his hair again.
It was exhilarating. Mixing that with the taste of your blood on his tongue, it was almost like an aphrodisiac. He would get so irritatingly hard and every time you would pretend not the notice.
But eventually, things started to change. And sometimes when he would ask, you would deny him.
"Didn't I feed you yesterday?" you inquire, crossing your leg over the other. You play with a pen in your fingers, staring at it instead of him. He sits in front of you on the floor, looking up at you like a kicked puppy.
"No," he says, trying to hide the desperation in his voice,"its been a couple days."
"Hmmm," you tap your finger on your bottom lip, the act almost hypnotic to him,"I have an important work meeting tomorrow...."
His head drops with a sigh. A part of him thinks its playful, that you're just teasing him like friends do, but he can't help the growing ache in his crotch.
"You can drink," you say, lifting your finger from your lip,"but it has to be from somewhere else."
"Your wrist?" he asks, you've let him drink from there before. Its easier to explain a mark there than your neck. Whenever someone asks you always use the go to "evil counter" excuse.
"No, I'm wearing short sleeves tomorrow," you uncross your legs and shift. His eyes go wide when he realizes what you're doing. You pull your shorts down and off, discarding them next to you on the couch. You scoot forward and spread your legs.
"Wh---"
"Nobody will see it," you shrug,"plus if it scars it'll be easier to hide."
He fights himself to not look at the pretty panties you're wearing. Instead he eyes your right thigh, then looks up at you. If he wasn't hard before than he definitely was now.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"Yeah," you wave a hand dismissively,"go ahead."
He eyes you as he scoots forward, settling himself between your spread legs. He presses his lips to your inner thigh, shuddering when your hand immediately comes down to comb through his hair.
This position, it feels so sinful. Its been a long time since a pair of thighs have been around his face. He swallows again, looking up at you as he rubs his lips over your skin.
He opens his mouth slowly, and bites. Fangs sink into your warm flesh, and for the first time in a long time you flinch. Your taste floods his mouth, and his eyes damn near roll back into his head.
He moves, hands finding your waist and pulling you in a little more. You remind him that your hand is in his hair by scratching his scalp. He pulls his fangs out once he thinks he's bled you enough, and starts to drink.
Sucking and lapping at the two little puncture wounds like it was his full time job. His grip on your waist tightens, earning a soft squeak from you. He looks up at you, seeing your painfully bored expression. It makes his head pound.
He sucks until your skin around the wounds start to bruise, sucks until he feels full but he just can't stop. Not until you pull, and his mouth is pried from thigh.
It isn't a harsh tug, it isn't mean or aggressive, just firm. Like prying open the mouth of a dog that ate something he wasn't supposed to. He gasps, hands going to grab the edge of the couch for leverage.
Like always you wipe his mouth with your fingers, and then get up to wash the blood off. Somehow, always leaving him wanting more.
You disappear for two weeks on an internship shortly after that night. He's stuck waiting for you to come back to the apartment, growing hungrier and hungrier with every passing day.
You send him texts, checking in on him, keeping him updated on how your day is going. He tries his best to respond without sounding too needy, too desperate. Simple "see you soon's" turn into "please come home soon."
Its hard to go without blood after having a constant supply for the past few months. His body is no longer used to the long periods of times when he used to go hungry, feeding off of whatever animal he could catch back then.
His need grows worse, his hunger develops, and he's afraid he might make a huge mistake in the coming days that you're gone. So he locks himself in the apartment, waiting for you to return.
Days pass, and finally near midnight, he hears the key in the lock. He sits up from his bed, a burst of energy shooting through him. He quietly sneaks out of his room, standing in the doorway of the hall. You look up from your suitcase as you approach him, stopping just short of where he stood.
"Hey," you smile softly,"you're up---are you okay?"
His hair is a tangled mess from his pillows, for the first time in a hundred years his skin is sticky with sweat, his eyes are lidded, and his pupils blow wide by your scent and the mere sight of you.
"You're home," he says.
"I am," you respond, looking him up and down,"you look hungry."
"I am," he steps towards you, unable to control his weakened body,"M'so hungry."
"If you wait---mmp!"
He cuts you off with a kiss. No tongue or teeth, just lips pressed against yours. When you dont pull away or protest he opens his mouth, tongue pressing agaisnt your lips. His hands come up to grab your face.
For a moment, he thinks you're not gonna kiss him back, but then you drop your bags, let go of your suitcase, and open your mouth. Your hands slowly, but surely, find their way into his hair.
He shivers, his heart would be pounding right now if it wasn't dead. The kiss is messy and desperate and hungry. And he slowly begins to back you up towards the living room.
He can practially taste your flowing blood on his tongue, feel your beating heart in his throat. It sends him slightly over the edge, and next thing he knows your tongue gets caught in his teeth and he bites.
Blood floods his senses, but before he can really get a taste you’re grabbing his hair and pulling him off your mouth. He whines, legs feeling like jelly underneath him.
"That hurt," your tongue sneaks out to wet your lips, smearing blood.
"M'sorry," he says, hands finding their way to your hips,"I'm so hungry, I--"
"Sit down," you command soft but firm, pointing at the floor.
He stares at you, blinks once, then slowly drops to his knees. Before he could even register what was happening, you push him down onto his back, your thighs coming up to settle around his hips.
He blinks, red spreading over his face. He watches you tug your jacket off, exposing the shirt underneath. Off shoulder, showing off your bare skin and collarbones. He swallows, mouth filling with saliva just at the sight.
Your frame catches perfectly in the striped shadows of moonlight pouring through the open blinds. You shift on top of him, your pelvis coming in contact with his half hard cock.
"You miss me that much?" you grind your hips down on him, eliciting a soft whine.
"Yes," he says, his arms shaking underneath him as he tries to hold himself up.
You raise a brow at him. "Yes...?"
He looks away, face burning as he hesitates. He eases himself down on his back. He knows you wont do anything if he doesn't say it.
"Yes, m-mommy," he dips his head into the oversize collar of his hoodie, trying to hide the lower half of his face.
"You're cute," you hum, dragging your hand up his hoodie. His abs tense at your touch, goosebumps rising to follow the path of your fingertips. "Sit up again."
He listens, grabbing your hips and shifting his weight so he's sitting up right. He's closer to you now, so close it took everything in him to hold himself back from leaning in to latch onto your neck.
"Bite me," you point to your neck,"but, you can't drink anything. Not a drop."
His cock twitches at your tone. Its soft and feathery, but the command, god, this was the worst. He nods, leaning in to do what you asked. His lips brush over your skin, then his fangs slip out from underneath his top lip.
He bites, sinking his fangs into your flesh deep enough to draw blood. He holds it there for a moment before pulling back. Blood coats the tips of his fangs, he licks off the liquid and groans.
"Good boy," you drawl, gently pushing him back again. You lift your hips, pulling your pants down along with your panties. He watches you struggle to get out of them before you completely slip them off.
He stares your bare thighs, your hips, that little patch of hair that sits between your legs. The sight is dizzying.
Your lower half becomes slightly obscured by your shirt, which sucks, but he's thankful he can at least feel you. You curl your fingers under the waistband of his pants, tugging on them to pull them down along with his boxers. He helps you, lifting his hips and kicking his legs so they pool at his ankles. He bends his knees behind you.
His cock is flushed, leaking against his stomach and twitching with anticipation. He's more so focused on the blood trickling down your neck and to your collarbones, the red liquid seeping into your shirt.
You grind your bare cunt down on his cock, guiding your hips back and forth on his length. He jolts, head falling back on the floor with a soft thump.
"You're sensitive," you observe, wetting his cock with your slick,"should I be nice to you?"
"Please," he clamps his eyes shut,"mommy, please."
"I dunno," you say, staring straight at his face,"you almost bit my tongue off."
"M'sorry," he covers his face with his forearm,"I-I won't do it again. I'll be good."
"You're shaking," you point out.
He was shaking, hard. He's so overwhelmed already he thinks he might pass out. Every slick grind of your cunt only has more precum spilling from his slit.
"Fuck, mommy, please," he begs, reaching up to grab your hips,”please, please.”
"Okay, okay," you sigh, lifting your hips and grabbing the base of his cock. You line yourself up with him before sinking down slowly.
He sucks in a breath, watching inch after inch disappear inside you. You don't waste any time, thankfully. You lift yourself up and down on his cock at a steady pace, pressing your hands on his chest.
Blood drips from your puncture wounds onto his hoodie, he can feel the fabric soaking it up. He doesnt care about the stain, not right now at least. He's too caught up on your cunt squeezing around him to really care. You pick up the pace, moving your hips faster. He whines, hands leaving your hips to grab at the rug below him.
"You make the prettiest noises, Cho," you grin, lifting your hands off of him. He moans, eyes squinting up at you. "I should reward you, huh? You---hnn---you were able to hold yourself back these past two weeks. I'm proud of you baby."
"Yes! Yes---th-thank you, mommy," he hums, eyes watering,"mmm p-please--"
He watches you lift two fingers up to your neck and wipe off the blood from your skin. You coat your fingers generously, as much as you can before bringing them down to his lips.
"Go ahead," you coo, pressing your bloodied fingers to his lips.
He opens his mouth, letting you push your fingers in. A choked up whine leaves him when he tastes you, his tongue desperately laps at your fingers.
"Good boy," you shove them deeper, pulling them apart so you could see the blood on his tongue,"thats it."
"mmmuh gonnah cum--" he mumbles around your fingers, his mind is spinning right now, high off sex and the taste of your blood. He almost chokes around your fingers when you slam your hips down on him harder than normal.
"You can cum," you nod, he can tell your composure is breaking a bit,"you deserve it."
You clamp down around him and everything goes white. He breaks into a string of whiny, muffled moans, saliva coating your fingers. His hips lift, which earns a surprised giggle from you.
You pull your fingers out of his mouth, riding out your own high on his cock. He doesnt even mind the senstivty right now, he's too out of it to really care. But he still wants to watch you fall apart on him, your composure finally faltering as you reach your orgasm.
You plant your hands on his chest, keeping him buried inside you as you catch your breath. He can still smell your blood, now mixing with your sweat. With a soft groan, he lifts himself up, arms wrapping around your mid back to keep you from falling.
His mouth latches onto the wound, sucking whatever he can out of you. He drags his tongue down as far as he can, licking up the blood that trickled down your chest so it doesn't go to waste.
You murmur a few words of praise,hand snaking into his hair to scratch his scalp. It’s in moments like these where he thinks, he really is glad he found you.
I hope this satiates your needs anon <3 I nearly fell asleep writing this so I apologize for any mistakes
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ yum! i love megumi! i love nipples! long(ish) buildup sorry i like a little plot w my p0rn :p looks like i'm gonna be 3 days behind on all of kinktober, my bad, enjoy.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
“C’mon, Megumiiii~” you whine, prodding at his shoulder for emphasis, “you’re being such a little grump.”
“I’m not–I–what? I’m not a grump,” Megumi glares at you, not helping to disprove your statement. “I’m just telling you it’s not gonna work, so there’s no point in trying.”
The two of you are currently sprawled out on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment. It’s a lazy Sunday, it’s early September, and it’s still hot out – meaning you’re in nothing but a tank top and sleep shorts, and Megumi is in nothing but a pair of dark plaid boxers. His whole chest is out, and you haven’t been able to stop staring.
Megumi is lean but somewhat toned, his muscles only subtly visible under his pale skin when he’s relaxed. He’s beautiful all over, but the one thing really holding your attention captive is his nipples. They’re so pretty and pink, just sitting there on the gentle swell of his pecs – and you don’t think he’s ever let you touch them.
About five minutes ago, you interrupted the show you two were watching with the out-of-pocket comment, “did you know that some guys can cum from just their nipples?”
Megumi had instantly stiffened up, turning to look at you with an eyebrow raised. “Okay? Where did that come from?”
“I don’t know, I just thought it was interesting.” You shrugged innocently. “Did you know that?”
Megumi had looked at you skeptically for a moment longer before turning back towards the TV.
“No,” he grumbled.
“Gosh, Megumi, you already sound annoyed! I didn’t even suggest anything.”
“No, but you’re gonna, aren’t you? You never just think something’s interesting. Just go ahead, say it.”
You laughed at him, pushing at his shoulder for his attitude. “Well, you’re a guy…and you have nipples.”
There it is, Megumi thought.
“No.”
Megumi shook his head. You considered leaving the subject alone with how quick his answer was, but the noticeable blush that had crept onto his cheeks made you want to keep pushing a bit.
“No? You don’t have nipples? Or you’re not a guy?”
“No, I do–I am. But I’m not…” Megumi flushed harder, clearing his throat. “...Not gonna try whatever you’re implying.”
After a few minutes of back-and-forth, you had managed to convince Megumi to watch a video from your Twitter feed of a girl making a guy cum from his nipples, Megumi’s curiosity winning over his resistance.
He watched the entire thing with a skeptical, almost judgemental look on his face, but you didn’t miss the way it made him squirm in his seat, or the way his cheeks got noticeably redder.
However, even after the video proved you right, Megumi still didn’t seem any more willing to let you touch his nipples.
This is what led to your current conversation that’s got Megumi’s feathers so ruffled.
“Okay, but how do you know it won’t work if you’ve never tried it?” You tilt your head at him, smirking playfully.
“Because. I just…I know. It won’t work. It's not really gonna feel like anything, and you'll be disappointed."
“Okay, fine, how about this,” you decide to try a new approach, “you don’t even have to think about cumming from it. Forget that idea. I just wanna touch them.”
Megumi whines, his hands covering his face before he pushes them upwards to run through his hair, looking stressed. “Why do you wanna touch them so badly? They’re just nipples.”
“Because they’re so cute! Plus I think they’re the only part of you that I’ve never touched, and that’s kind of evil if you think about it.”
Megumi covers his face again at this, mumbling something unintelligible.
You drop your head on his shoulder dramatically. “Ahhh, you’re so mean, Megumiii~ I let you touch my boobs all the time… you hate meee…”
“What? Come on, I love you, I just–” Megumi pauses as he processes your implication. “They’re not boobs.”
“Close enough,” you mumble, deciding again to redirect your approach.
Turning your body into Megumi’s, still leaning on his shoulder, you throw your left leg over his thigh and place your left hand on his tummy, starting to draw gentle circles into his skin. Megumi sucks in a sharp breath, and you lean into his neck, placing a kiss right under his ear.
Megumi stiffens up, but he doesn’t protest as your hand slowly makes its way up to his chest. You’re close enough to him that you can hear his breathing picking up. You can feel his pulse quickening as you gently press kisses into the side of his neck.
Megumi lets out a soft whine as you suck gently on his pulse point, shifting his hips uncomfortably. He whispers your name almost anxiously, his left hand grabbing at your thigh to ground himself.
“C’mon, they’re right there,” you whisper to him, tracing your middle finger in a circle around his nipple, deliberately avoiding touching it. “Can I touch them just a little? Please?”
You can feel his resolve crumbling. As soon as he whispers out a shaky “okay,” Megumi can feel your sly smile growing against his neck.
You press another kiss below his ear, whispering “that’s my good boy,” and dragging the pad of your finger over his left nipple, gently rubbing it in a circle.
You don’t know exactly what level of reaction you were expecting, but your hopes certainly weren’t this high.
Megumi jerks, letting out a sharp whine, his fingers digging into your thigh. You pull your head out of his neck in surprise, watching as his dick twitches visibly in his boxers. You look at him, an eyebrow raised in pleasant astonishment, and he can only meet your eyes for a second before he drops his head against the backboard of the sofa with a shaky moan, his eyes fluttering shut.
“My god, Megs…” you mumble, eyes lit up in excitement as you sit up straighter, hand drifting over to his other nipple. Again, he jerks sharply, whining, his right hand gripping the blanket on the sofa. As the soft pad of your finger circles this one, Megumi starts to push his hips up against the air, his cock now straining against the fabric of his boxers.
“Ugh, I–fuck-” Megumi curses under his breath, trying to stop himself from squirming.
Feeling elated from his positive reaction, you bring yourself to straddle him, purposely sitting far enough down on his thighs that you aren’t making contact with his dick.
“Hey,” You bring your right hand to gently tap at his cheek, prompting him to open his eyes. “Look at me,” you whisper. Megumi feels dizzy from the way your other hand is still circling his nipple, sending sparks through his body, but he forces himself to raise his head up. “Did you know they were this sensitive?”
Megumi lowers his head, feeling his cheeks flush impossibly warmer. “Maybe,” he mutters.
“How is this the first time I’m finding out?” You don’t sound mad. More like you’re in awe and genuine confusion. Megumi lowers his eyes, unable to meet yours with the way you’re looking at him so hungrily, like you just found a new toy, and you’re planning to play with it until it breaks.
But he can’t stop himself from pushing his hips up, wishing that you would scooch a couple inches higher so your weight would be on his dick. Ignoring your question, Megumi decides to lift his knees so you fall further forward onto him. Realizing what he’s trying to do, you stabilize yourself on his chest, before pinching his nipple hard. “Stop that. Answer me.”
Megumi whines loudly at the feeling, his whole body tensing up, and a strong shiver runs down his spine. He drops his knees, but his hips continue to rock upwards involuntarily. “Fuck–please, I…it’s too much,”
You stop pinching his nipple, rubbing it gently in apology, and Megumi lets out a shaky breath punctuated by a soft whimpery noise that you don’t think you’ve ever heard come out of him. The corner of your mouth turns upwards as you let your eyes settle on his cock, now fully hard in his underwear, the whole outline clearly visible, twitching painfully every few seconds. You stare at it until Megumi squirms, pushing his hips up at you again, before you raise your eyes back up to meet his. “Answer my question.”
Megumi drops his head in shame, his chest rising and falling as he pants. “Don’t know. I was embarrassed.”
“Aww. Why were you embarrassed, ‘Gumi?” You take his face in your hands, and he looks up at you, cheeks burning, still with a bit of reluctance on his face. But you see how his eyes are starting to glaze over, how he’s looking at you like he wants you to take control; to rip away his last remnants of inhibition, so he doesn’t have to think about how embarrassed he is, so he’s just yours.
“‘Cause it makes me act like this,” he mumbles.
“Awh,” You gently rub his cheek with your thumb before pushing it softly against his lip. Megumi makes a soft noise, pushing his hips up again as you caress his bottom lip with your thumb. “Open,” you whisper, and his mouth falls open without a second thought, his eyes fluttering shut. “Thaat’s it,” you coo at him, pressing down against his tongue.
Megumi lets out a filthy moan around your finger, his mouth closing around it as he starts to suck. “Pwease,” he whines around your finger, watery eyes meeting yours.
“Please what, baby?” You coo, slipping a second finger in. As soon as Megumi tries to answer, you push your fingers back into his throat, making him gag. He looks at you with wide eyes, moaning again around your fingers, trying again to answer but it’s unintelligible.
Taking pity on him, you pull your fingers out of his mouth, causing drool to spill out around them. “Please touch me,” he gasps as soon as your fingers have passed his lips on the way out.
“Okay love,” you rub the wetness from his mouth between your fingers on each hand before you bring them down to his nipples again, rubbing over both of them at the same time.
“Nghh–” Megumi jolts, arching his chest up into your fingers. “N-not there–” he pants, unsure whether to squirm away from your fingers or up into them. They’re so sensitive, he can’t even tell if it feels good or if it’s too much.
“So pretty,” you marvel, completely enamoured by his reactions, never having seen him this squirmy and sensitive before.
“Fuck, it’s too much–” he grits out, pushing his hips up harder as you alternate between pinching and circling his sensitive nipples. “Please!”
“Please what? I’m touching you, Megs. What’re you whining about?”
Megumi drops his head again, whining harder, feeling overwhelmed, unused to having so much stimulation there. He knew his nipples were sensitive because he feels it whenever he takes his shirt on or off. He’s tried touching them once or twice while jerking off, too, but quickly decided it was too much and stopped. He’s never experienced anything like the way you’re touching them now, and at this point, he doesn’t even have the ability to process whether it’s too much or not because his cock is so hard.
“N-not there,” he whines again, registering the embarrassment of his request in the back of his mind but feeling too desperate to pay it any mind, knowing exactly what you want him to say. “Please...can you touch my cock?”
Normally, asking nicely works perfectly for Megumi, as you have trouble denying him anything when he’s like this. But this time, you just smirk at him, making his blood run cold.
“Aw, but you’re doing so good for me, ‘Gumi! Don’t you wanna see if you can cum like this?”
Megumi shakes his head frantically, continuing to push his hips up against the air.
“No, no…Please, I can’t. It’s not enough!”
“But you just said it was too much?” You tilt your head at him innocently, flicking his nipples faster under your thumbs. “Which one is it, ‘Gumi?”
“I–I–shit…ngh…” Megumi fumbles around for something to grab onto, settling on your thighs. You giggle at him, letting him white-knuckle your thighs, seemingly unaffected by this whole display.
“Look, Megs, you’re leaking so much,” you take one hand off his nipple, bringing it down to hover over his cock, smiling at the sizable wet spot that’s formed, emphasizing where his tip is straining against the fabric. Thinking you’re finally going to touch him, Megumi’s head shoots up, eyes wide and frantic.
“Please, please. Please.”
“Shhhhh,” you ghost the backs of your index and middle fingers over the wet spot in his boxers, petting it softly like you would with a scared animal, trying to coax it into trusting you. Megumi almost chokes on the moan that rips from his throat, his cock jumping up to meet your fingers. “Relax, ‘Gumi. Relax.”
Megumi tries to be good, to keep his hips down, but he can’t stop his cock from twitching, nor can he stop himself from squirming under your other hand.
“C-Can’t–ngh,” he squirms harder, “Please!”
You pout at him, pulling your fingers away from his cock slowly, a small string of precum following them for the first inch before breaking. Megumi lets out a humiliated sob as the tiny bit of stimulation you gave him is ripped away, while you sink your teeth into your own lip, swallowing a moan at how wet he is.
“Megs, you can cum from this. You definitely can.”
“N-No,” he cries, shaking his head. “Can’t.”
“Are you close?”
Megumi sniffles harder, feeling his eyes burn with tears, wiping at his eyes in frustration before they even fall. “Y-Yeah,” he huffs, “b-but it’s not enough.”
You pout at him again, planting a soft kiss on his lips in pity, before kissing down his neck to his chest.
“Wait, no, I can’t–”
Megumi squeezes his eyes shut as you wrap your lips around his left nipple, still rubbing his right one under your finger. His brain freezes for a second before he lets out a debauched moan, hands flying to tangle in your hair without a second thought.
“Fuck!” he gasps for air, practically writhing underneath you, feeling the intense tingling from his nipples start to spread into his tummy. He’s rocking his hips up rhythmically into the small space between him and your stomach, stopping each thrust just when the fabric of his boxers ghosts against the fabric of your tank top.
You lower your other hand to rest on his waist, gently stroking the skin there, not minding that fact that he’s practically bucking you around like a mechanical bull given that he’s not actually grinding on anything. You alternate between lapping against his nipple with your tongue and sucking it between your lips, while you gently flick his right one under your finger.
Megumi feels the knot start to tighten in his lower stomach, subconsciously mirroring it in the way his hands tighten in your hair. He moans your name, sounding panicked. “Shit, shit. Feels weird. I needa cum–please–”
You hum against his nipple, pulling away for a moment to whisper “Go ahead, Megs, you can cum.”
“Ca-an’t,” he cries, thrashing under you, “not enough, ahh–n-need more–”
“Okay, then don’t,” You smirk against him, not stopping your ministrations.
“Please,” Megumi has given up on trying to stop himself from fully crying at this point. “Please, I–need to cum so bad,”
“Then do it,” you whisper again.
Megumi groans, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to focus on the feeling building in his stomach. He feels his muscles starting to tense, and his balls starting to tighten. He gasps as his hips stutter into the air, pulling you closer against his chest. “Shit shit–I’m gonna–”
“C’mon, kitty, you can do it,” you whisper, before biting his nipple between your teeth.
Megumi’s whole body goes taught, his toes curling, and for a moment, he’s completely silent, sound caught in his throat. Then he lets out a delicious moan, cock jumping as he shoots white ropes into his boxers.
“O-Ohmygod,” Megumi pants, feeling his vision go spotty as he successfully cums untouched, holding your head against his chest like a lifeline as he curls in on himself.
After about thirty seconds, Megumi lets out a harsh breath, and you feel him go slack underneath you, slumping against the couch. You plant one last kiss against his overstimulated nipple before pulling your head away from his chest to get a good look at him. You feel yourself throb at the sight.
Megumi is sprawled against the back of the couch, head tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows harshly between ragged breaths. His hair is slightly matted with sweat, and his entire body is dewy and flushed. His cock is still twitching periodically, along with his stomach and chest muscles, from the aftershocks of his orgasm – especially from how intensely he had to tighten them to cum untouched. The wet spot on his boxers has tripled in size, some of his cum having gone through the fabric completely, the thick, white substance contrasting the dark, wet fabric of his boxers, only serving to further emphasize the picture of his fucked out state.
Finally, your gaze makes its way up to his eyes, which are glassed over, staring at the ceiling, looking like not a single thought is behind them. You gently trace the backs of your fingers over Megumi’s tummy, watching his abs tense and relax at your touch, before gently cupping his cheek again. You rise to your knees, still straddling him, hanging your head over his to look at him.
“Hey,” you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose. “You doin’ okay?”
You watch as Megumi’s eyes lose their haze and focus on yours, and for a second, you’re unable to read his expression. Then, he lets out a breathy laugh, shutting his eyes again.
“My god,” he groans. “I can’t believe that worked. Why did I let you do that to me?”
You giggle, relieved that he's doing okay, and press a kiss against his lips, which he returns eagerly, bringing his arms up to wrap around your waist.
“Because you love me," you grin at him.
“Yeah, I do, yet look how you treat me” he whispers against your lips, still smiling. “You’re evil.”
“Oh come on, Megs, you’re such a baby. You did such a good job! Didn’t I tell you you could do it? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Megumi blushes, rubbing his face against yours like a cat. “Yeah, easy for you to say. I’m gonna be flinching when I take my shirt off for the next week.”
You smile against his face before pinching his nipple one more time, making him yelp.
“That’s what you get for keeping this secret from me for so long~”
Its been forever since i did some actual manga paneling and even longer since i drew daisuga but i was absolutely INSPIRED!!! What an amazing cute au for REAL 🤭🤭🤭
riding geto on the couch and he’s sitting back with his arms wrapped around your waist, burying his head against your chest as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. he’s groaning against your chest, making you clench around him from the stimulation of his vibrations.
it’s almost too much, and you don’t wanna finish yet so you wrap his hair around your fist and yank him back to get him off you and he curses. geto grabs your waist and starts slamming you down on his cock, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in pure bliss as you keep his hair in his hair.
“pull it again,” he groans, the words breathy. so you do, and when you yank his long hair his head falls back against the couch, exposing his beautiful pale throat as he brainlessly moans and his hips stutter as he fucks up into you.
“yesss, fuuuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back into his head, almost fucking crossing from how good it feels. you lean into his neck and suck on his throat, squeezing around him as tight as you can as his cock head slams into your sweet spot. geto turns his head away from you, exposing his throat to you more and you yank his hair again, helping him turn his throat away.
geto laughs through a groan at the sharp pain, holding his breath when you suck on his throat. pulling away, you press a kiss to his throat and moan, “good boy, suguru.”
suguru nods and releases a long groan, “i am huh?” he asks, his voice breathy and hips stuttering. you nod, “yeah, such a good boy baby, taking getting your hair pulled so good.” he smiles and bites his lip, holding his breath every few seconds as his orgasm gets closer
“feels really good.” he responds, his thighs starting to shake under him. “yeah? feels good?” you yank his head again with your words. “baby-“ his smile falls and his mouth opens in a wide o, his brows creasing before you feel him soot inside you. he’s helpless as you continue to ride him through his high, his abs clenching and body jerking as he fills you up while you squeeze your fist against his scalp, giving him the pain he needs to unload his balls
summary: yuta is the greatest boyfriend to ever grace this earth. one problem though? he refuses to touch you out of fear of making you uncomfortable or disrespecting you (no matter how bad he wants it). your pent up sexual frustration is at an all time high and you’re sick of him rejecting your advances, so you devise a plan to get him to crack.
content: MDNI. FILTHY SMUT, smut with plot, established relationship, afab!reader, pet names, references to alcohol and drinking, college party, cursing, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it y’all), dirty talk, FERAL YUTA, oral, creampie, yuta is down bad for you.
word count: 5.8k
author’s note: theming inspired by charli xcx ft. miss billie eilish’s song “guess” !! MWAH.
if you would like to know the origin story of this au, you can read it here! but it can also be read without it :)
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yuta felt like an absolute freak.
ever since you both officially became a couple, he’s been the absolute happiest man alive and never ever goes a day without showering you with affection, kisses, and telling you how much he loves and adores you.
but behind that? yuta has a little secret.
and he is gnawing at the iron bars of his enclosure in absolute torture every time you do something, anything, that can get his little horn dog mind to imagine you in thirty five different positions on his bed crying out for him.
it doesn’t even have to be something you do that remotely resembles anything sexual, so on a day where you were sitting pretty beside him in the passenger seat of his car, the blood rushing to his dick at the sight of the seatbelt strap pushing in between your puffy boobs—
he knew it was bad.
yuta’s shamefully always thought about these things— even when you were both just on best friend status. but it’s harder now, much harder for him to behave because he doesn’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do. he respects you so much and always treats you like pretty porcelain glass, delicately running his hands over your body and soft face when you share a kiss or an embrace.
so now whenever he feels his heart pounding against his chest, face boiling red, and the all too familiar feeling of the lower region of his pants maybe getting a little too tight because of you, he immediately removes himself from the situation to prevent from spazzing out.
the bad thing was— this happened practically every single day and nearly every other hour, to the point where it was blatantly obvious and you were completely and utterly confused as to why.
every time you stand up on your tippy toes to give him a sugary kiss, arms wrapped around his neck and yuta’s arms around your waist, the makeout doesn’t last for more than thirty seconds before he’s pulling apart from your lips with a smack!, walking away with his head down, hands tight at his sides, and with a lame excuse for his abrupt leave.
every time you accidentally drop something and bend over to retrieve it with yuta standing directly behind you— when you come back up and turn your head to face him, he’s already staring back at you with wide eyes, lips pressed into a thin line and cheeks flushed pink. you’d ask then if he was okay, to which he would respond by a quick nod of the head and a dash out of the room to leave for a moment… again.
he did it so much to the point where he eventually avoided touching you all together, and you absolutely hated it. yuta’s always been affectionate with you, he’s never not touched you, and on a day where you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him on his bed, eager to show him a little loving and a smooch— you had just about had it when he placed his hands on your hips as you were trailing your mouth down his neck, physically pulling you off his lap and leaving the room— muttering about god knows what.
until you noticed.
you and yuta were seated on your living room couch watching a movie, the both of you dozing off gingerly as his head was resting against your shoulder, undoubtedly exhausted after a days worth of college classes and homework.
you went to place a sleepy hand on his upper thigh, about to tell him that you both should move upstairs to your room and sleep, but when your fingers accidentally grazed his crotch area, yuta shot up like a light and startled you awake— eyes blown wide and frantic.
“whatareyoudoing—”
“yu! my god—” you placed a hand over your heart, chest heaving. “i was just gonna tell you that we should go up to my room and sleep.”
yuta’s shoulders visibly dropped, and he closed his eyes momentarily before licking his lips, exhaling deeply.
“h-oh my god—“ he opened his eyes again after regulating his breathing and looked at you with worried eyes. “fuck i’m sorry baby… did i scare you?”
you gave him a little nod and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders then, kissing your cheek and the side of your head apologetically. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i did that.”
but you did, and it was like a switch had gone off in your head, everything finally making sense.
every moment he would suddenly leave, or remove you from him when you tried anything, or every expression and reaction he made when you would wear something tight or short, all fell into place like a delicious puzzle piece.
so when he lead you to bed and cuddled you up innocently to sleep that night, you came up with a plan to test this theory.
you wanted yuta to crack.
unfortunately, your first attempt was a fail.
yuta had plans to take you out on a little summer picnic date by the beach, and when he arrived at your house and you texted him to come in and make himself at home in your room, you were absolutely giddy, fixing your dress and applying the finishing touches to your makeup in the bathroom.
you had slipped on a long, skin tight black spandex dress for the day— one that hugged every inch and crevice of your body like a vice, a mischievous look in your eyes as you ran your fingers through your styled hair before leaving, practically skipping down the hall back to your room.
the minute you came in, yuta’s eyes flew open.
“hi baby!” you greeted sweetly, walking over to where he sat at the edge of your bed and leaned down, planting a soft kiss to his blushing cheek.
score.
“h-hi.”
“do you like it?” you asked eagerly, doing a little twirl for him and mentally making sure to pop your ass out a little more in his direction. “i bought it just yesterday!”
“i.. i do, baby.” he squeaked, voice hoarse and mind in a full blown fucking panic when you took his hands in yours and ushered him to stand.
but he remained stiff as a board, arms glued to his sides and hands in tight fists as he looked at you, face strained.
you playfully rolled your eyes and took his hands, guiding them towards you. “you can touch me, silly. here— feel the spandex-”
and you purposely dropped his hands to land right on your ass with a smack.
yuta immediately inhaled sharply through his nose and choked, his face dropping straight into the crook of your neck to hide his delirious expression. yuta was biting the inside of his cheek so unbelievably hard that he tasted metal, his eyes squeezing shut as nasty thoughts flashed through his mind like a forest fire.
holy shit holy shit holy shit—
“f..feels nice,” he muttered into your neck, and you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your lips up to his ear.
“does it?”
you felt yuta giving in and slowly squeeze the plump of your ass, and he felt like an absolute fucking monster at the way he was feeling you up when in his eyes, you were just innocently showing him your pretty little long dress.
but just when you thought you had won, your smile wide with delight, he tore away from you and excused himself from the room with a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded and defeated.
on your second attempt, you refused to accept defeat and planned more diligently than before, his tiny mess up from last time motivating and proving to you that your plan could bear fruit.
this day was particularly scorching, one of the hottest days of the year as you and yuta decided to get ice cream after one of his lectures from a shop down the street, an attempt at cooling off and escaping the heat.
you were sitting on a cute bench under shade just outside the shop as you waited for your boyfriend to come back, nervous and wearing a low cut baby doll top that showed a little more boob than you originally intended, but due to the circumstance at hand… the more the merrier!
after a few minutes, the door to the shop chimed open and yuta stepped out— two vanilla ice cream cones with rainbow sprinkles delectably adorning the pair of soft serves in his hands. he carefully handed one to you and grinned.
“here baby.”
you took a cone from his offering hand gratefully and licked a little off it as he sat down.
“thank you!” you responded sweetly, and it made his heart skip a beat as you both sat there, enjoying the summer heat and each others gentle company.
without yuta noticing though, you had stopped licking your ice cream as he chatted to you about the things he had to do for the coming week, attentively listening to him as you patiently waited— the vanilla soft serve glistening under the heat and slowly melting, droplets oozing off the sides until one landed right on your tit.
score.
“oh!” you gasped, looking down and pouting, “i spilled someee.”
yuta quickly reached to the side and pulled out a napkin he had brought from the shop, extending it out towards you but faltering when you shook your head frantically.
“no! it’ll go to waste! and i can’t reach down and lick it off myself…” you huffed and looked at him with the cutest face he had ever seen you make… you smirking deviously on the inside. “can you lick it off for me, yu? please.”
you had said it so nonchalant, so casual like it was the easiest most normal thing in the world to do, but it had yuta’s body and mind freezing over as you scooted closer to him, waiting.
“h— huh?” he stammered, unable to take his eyes away from your tits, the sight of ice cream drooling down over them an image he wanted to tattoo behind his eyelids to look at forever— his cheeks bright pink.
“hurry! it’s gonna stain my top,” you whined, putting a hand on his shoulder as yuta let you tug him down, him ogling and literally gawking over your chest.
without another thought, yuta stuck his slick tongue out and slowly ran it over the top of your puffy tit just like you had asked him to, the angel on his shoulder screaming at him to stop as his tongue continued to trail up your chest and around your neck, your breath hitching in surprise.
the sound of your reaction broke him out of his trance and he flinched away from you, chest heaving and pupils blown out with the biggest pit of shame in his stomach, feeling like a fucking pervert.
but you, your shoulders evidently deflated in disappointment as you pressed your thighs together, trying to mend the buzzing ache between your legs as your mind thought over and over about what he did, something you didn’t expect at all, and something you wanted him to do again.
“let’s… let’s go for a walk, yeah?” yuta spoke quickly and gently to you, taking your hand that was on his shoulder and pulling you up off the bench, him confused as to why you had a frown on your face.
but for the third and final attempt, you were utterly and hopelessly desperate. every time you guys hung out, yuta was still the absolute sweetest and did everything he could to make you happy, yet he still just wouldn’t touch you, and it was driving you fucking crazy.
you were getting reckless at this point, your pent up sexual frustration sky rocketing with every passing day, but you were completely oblivious to the fact that yuta was dealing with the same form of torture.
except way, way worse.
it’s gotten to the point where just the sound of your sweet sugary voice over the speakers of his phone has him biting down on the edges of his pillow, arms wrapped tightly around himself and his body curled up into a pathetic ball of despair, his dick rock solid and his mind filled with thoughts that consisted of strictly just you.
so when you called him up and asked if he wanted to come with you to one of your girl friend’s parties, yuta knew he was one hundred percent fucked.
he wanted to keep respecting you. he wanted you to know how special you were to him and how serious he was about your relationship with him, and he sure as hell did not want you to feel uncomfortable because he was a horny piece of shit that didn’t know self control and wanted to have sex every five minutes.
except he was a horny piece of shit, has always been one over you, and yuta knew the second he saw you dolled up in your pretty little dress looking absolutely lethal, he was going to lose it.
and he did.
with his arms crossed over his chest and a tight hand over his mouth, he nodded and hummed out a series of “mhm’s” at everything you were saying as you finished up getting ready, his eyebrows pinched together in complete agony at the sight of you.
the pastel green glittery dress you had on was so criminally short that any inch of movement you made, the bottom of your ass cheeks would peak out from below the hem of your dress.
he slightly lowered his hand from his mouth. “baby?”
“yeah?” you responded softly and turned your body to face him, spritzing your vanilla coconut perfume over your frame.
“i-isn’t your dress— a little short?”
you put the perfume bottle down on your vanity desk and looked down, internally giddy that he noticed the length, your plan coming into fruition.
score.
“oh is it?” you tugged at the hem of your dress, scooting it back down. “does it look bad? i—”
“no no!” yuta’s hands shot out frantically as he shook his head. “you’re so so pretty baby, the most gorgeous little thing i’ve ever seen,” he took a few steps toward you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, being mindful of your perfectly styled hair that made him weak in the knees. “i just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night and not enjoy yourself.”
your heart melted at his words and consideration as you smiled warmly, eyes sparkling up as you gave him a cute peck on the lips and hugged him back, “you’re so nice to me, yu.”
yuta snorted but looked down at you fondly. “that’s the bare minimum baby.”
“so.” you peeled away from him and walked over to the bed to pick up your purse, swinging the strap over your shoulder. “all i do is make you ham sandwiches after your soccer practices.”
yuta laughed loudly, “that’s all you do?”
“yup!”
he nudged your shoulder playfully with his, a grin on his face as he walked down the stairs with you and out the door to his car.
“brat.”
at the party, your plan was to be as devilish and flashy as possible, showing off every curve and angle of your body to your boyfriend in means of getting him to crack, and your ticket there was the length of your dress—
but more specifically?
what you had on underneath.
when you met up with the rest of your friend group that were all residing on the long lounge sofa in the living room like always, you grabbed yuta’s hand and led him over to join the rest of them. he politely greeted each and every one, keeping you close by the hip before you both settled down on the couch.
yuta wasn’t a big party person like you were, but he also didn’t particularly dislike them either. as long as you were there with him, he always ended up getting shit faced and having the time of his life with you and your friends, something that didn’t even happen when he went to parties with his own friends.
your closest girl friend that sat across from you at an angle turned her body, yelling over the music. “have you tried this?!”
she pointed to the red solo cup in her hand, and you shook your head.
“no! what is it?!”
“someone from the frat next door made a mix of malibu and pineapple rum! it’s really good here!-”
she reached over and offered her cup, and as soon as you stood to retrieve it, an idea popped into your head— eyes widening. without another thought, you moved over to stand right in front of yuta before fully and erotically bending and lunging over to reach for the cup.
he stopped breathing. he looked at the way your dress rode up literally half way up your ass and he stopped breathing.
it was so unbelievably high up that he saw the color of your underwear— a lacy black pair with little bows adorned over the sides like a present, slightly see through but enough to see the outline of your lower lips.
yuta clasped a tight hand over his mouth, but as soon as that happened he realized that whatever he was seeing, everybody else was seeing as well. including that stupid moron that had been staring at you since the moment you both got here.
in record time his trembling arms shot out and yuta grabbed the hem of your dress, tugging it back down over your ass as he wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, pulling you back to sit on his lap.
you loved that he did that, but as you sipped the drink and chatted on with your friends, you were entirely unaware of the way yuta’s arms were gripped around your waist like a lock, his forehead resting on your back with his face hidden.
yuta felt like an absolute fucking freak again as the image of your puffy lower lips outlining your lacy panties flicked over and over and over again in his mind without a break. he felt so nasty, so shameful and so hard as he tried with all of his will power to calm his breathing and stop the bouncing of his right knee, eyes screwed tight.
holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck—
he needed you so badly, needed to slip that skimpy dress off of you and bury his face in between your legs, needed to slip his swollen dick out and grope your tits and pump his—
shut up shut up shut up—
at the feeling of his leg bouncing rapidly, you looked back and slightly turned yourself, confused at the sight of his hung head that was refusing to detach from your body and look at you properly.
you placed a gentle hand at the top of his head, the feeling of his silky black hair underneath your fingers. “yu?—”
his head snapped up straightaway, and your eyes widened as you took in the way his chest was heaving and his pupils were blown out, face completely red and his body practically shivering beneath you.
you frowned, “baby? are you okay?”
you shifted once more to assess him better, but his eyes only shot back down to your ass as he felt your dress rise up again.
such pretty bows…
yuta smashed his face in against your side, eyes screwed shut.
calm down calm down calm down—
it was almost completely dark in the frat house, colors of red and blue and green bouncing across the walls of the lower level as people drank and made havoc, your friends all caught up in their own inebriated worlds to realize what was happening between the both of you.
and at the feeling of his hardened cock against your ass, you slowly smiled and finally understood— your hand coming up to stroke his cheek lovingly, the act simple and innocent, until you took his hand from your lap and agonizingly dragged it further up and up and up your thigh…
shit shit shit—
until you guided his shaking fingers to the patch of wet in between your parted thighs, the lace material up against the pads of his—
fuck it.
yuta pushed you off of his lap and stood, snatching your wrist tightly before tugging and dragging you away from the couch and through the mass of people on the dance floor.
“yuta!” you yelled over the music. “where are we going?”
you were so confused, and you worried that maybe you had pushed his buttons a little too far and that now he was upset, and judging by the way he didn’t even turn around or respond when you spoke to him, it looked like that might be the case.
you gnawed at your bottom lip in concern as he led you both up the stairs of the house— you focused on trying to keep your dress from riding completely up and him opening and closing several different doors before he found what he was looking for.
yuta dragged you in the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him, his lips instantly latching onto your cheek, desperate wet open mouthed kisses dropping down to your neck and down to your chest as you gasped.
“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry—” he repeated like a chant, voice muffled by the way he was sucking on your neck like a little leech, his fingers looping themselves in the straps of your dress before pulling down and revealing your bare tits to him.
you were wholeheartedly gobsmacked at what he was doing and you were loving every single second of it, the way his wild eyes darted over your tits and his wet lips just about drooling over them.
“i’m gonna suck your tits,” his gaze shot back up to you, chest rising and falling. “okay baby?”
a fierce blush spread over your cheeks at his words, mentally cursing yourself for wanting this so bad but feeling bashful at the wrong freaking time.
you barely even nodded before he picked you up by the waist and set you down on the counter of the sink, his wet tongue darting across the plush of your breasts and pressing flat against your nipple, your breath hitching at the feeling.
yuta sucked and nipped feverishly at your nipples, getting them slick and slippery with his spit as he squeezed at your waist desperately, your pretty moans ringing through his ears making his bulge tighten and strain against the buckle of his belt.
he trailed his tongue back up to your neck and groped the fat of your ass with his hands, subconsciously rutting into your covered lips as he whined and groaned over the warmth of your pussy.
“i— i’m gonna cum in my pants if we keep going.” he puffed out, tone constricted as he looked at you with feral half lidded eyes.
you nodded quickly. “but i want you to, yu. inside me.”
yuta’s eyes blew wide open as he shook his head, and you felt the way his hands trembled while he gripped your hips.
“we— we can’t baby,” panting, he unwillingly pulled his bulge slightly apart from your warmth and looked at you sincerely. “i can’t do that to you—“
“do what?” you asked softly, tilting your head to the side. “make love to me?”
“no— well, yes?” he dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder and placed his hands at the edge of the counter to support his weight, groaning.
“i don’t want you to think i’m taking advantage of you or— or not respecting you and i want you to know how serious i’m taking this relationship and—”
you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you, your voice sweet and soft. “who said that? i don’t think that at all yu, and i know you’re serious about us.. i wouldn’t be sitting on this counter with my tits out if you weren’t.”
yuta laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“you don’t wanna fuck me?” you whispered lewdly.
“trust me i do—”
“you don’t wanna see what kind of panties i have on under?” you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck. “you don’t want to maybe guess the color of my underwear?”
“oh i don’t have to guess baby,” he shook his head and grinned. “i know.”
yuta buried his face in your hair and inhaled, “has this been your plan all along pretty? to be a little slut for me and show off what you got going on down there?” he snapped his bulge back on your pussy so roughly that you jolted up by the sheer force. “to get me to fuck you? hm?”
you didn’t respond, you couldn’t respond by the way he was running and groping his hands deliciously all over your body as he spoke nasty to you. all you could do was moan stupidly.
“lucky for you, i’m just as guilty.”
he pulled your straps back over your shoulders then while sliding you off the counter, tugging the hem of your dress down over your ass before opening the door and leading you by the hand outside.
yuta ran through the halls opening and closing doors again, the both of you laughing when you would find other people fucking or making out, until he finally found an open vacant room with a bed and slammed the door closed, locking it.
his lips smashed against yours without another moment wasted, you unzipping and pulling your dress up and over yourself as he yanked his shirt off and threw it fuck knows where.
pushing you down gently on the bed, yuta took a step back to admire your perfect perfect body, the way your tits bounced with every movement you made, and the way that god forsaken lacy black underwear made you look as he just stood there and stared.
you cowered a little under his gaze, legs closing and arms crossing over your chest. “what?”
he shook his head. “i love you… so much.”
you smiled bright then, pearly whites on display as you watched him reach down and fumble with his belt frantically, sliding it off and pushing his pants down before kicking them away and hovering over you until you were both entirely bare.
yuta pressed honeyed wet kisses all the way down your body and in between your legs, shoving his face to your clothed pussy and inhaling your sweet scent, moaning as he did so.
he was so freakishly hard as he licked a long stripe up, the fabric rough and wet under his tongue as you squirmed and whined, impatient and bratty.
“you taste so sweet, baby.” he groaned, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your clit, his index finger running delicately and slowly over your meaty slimy folds.
“fuck—” you panted, carding your fingers through his hair. “more please—”
“more?” he hummed, watching at the way you shook and shivered with his every touch as he slobbered all over your pussy like a man starved.
it was so filthy, squelching and sloshes of his mean mouth bullying your clit as your fingers flew to grip the sheets beneath you.
“eek!” you squealed, your thighs closing tight around his head as he ate, his hands coming up to force them apart.
“let me eat.”
yuta gripped the fat of your plushy thighs as his sloppy tongue moved across your lips and pussy, coaxing your syrupy cunt to pulse and jump with each lick, a knot forming at the pit of your tummy.
“i— yu, i can’t—” you tried to run away from his mouth. “i’m gonna cum—”
but he only grabbed your hips and brought you back down roughly, his rolling tongue lapping up your juices before your entire body shook with erotic ecstasy, your thighs clamping shut as you squealed and creamed on his tongue.
“fuuuucckkk,” he dragged out, coming back up and sliding your absolutely drenched and ruined panties down your shaking legs, his mouth coated and shiny and covered in you.
yuta pumped his cock a few times, and that’s when you noticed just how big he was, packing a meaty punch that had your mouth watering and desperate.
you spread your legs again as he climbed over you, sliding his dick in between your messy sticky folds before lining his fat tip against your hole.
god, yuta’s body and dick were on fucking fire, his tip slowly nudging and slightly stretching you, a pathetic whine leaving his lips at the feeling of your perfect pussy that was entirely his to fuck, a dream he’s had and yearned over for what feels like an eternity.
“m’gonna put it in,” he choked, licking his lips as he tightly gripped your waist.
you eagerly nodded, spreading your legs even wider. “please, i want you to fill me up, yu.”
and with that, yuta slowly and deliciously stretched your little cunt open, his swollen dick pushing past your tight squeezing gummy walls until he bottomed out.
“f—fuck,” he swallowed thickly. “you gotta loosen up baby you’re milking me—”
your hands gripped at his arms for support as yuta gently pumped his cock, your pussy sucking him up like a yummy lollipop and trapping him inside. “i can’t yu…” you shook your head. “you’re too big—”
his glassy eyes darkened over at your words, and he picked up a brutal pace almost instantly.
“is this— hah— what you wanted?” he reached out and pinched your rosy cheek meanly, pounding into your puffy walls as you cried dumbly. “to fuck you dumb on my dick after teasing me like that downstairs? huh?”
your eyes squeezed shut, loud pornographic moans tumbling out of your throat as he fucked you like he hated you, your tits bouncing with every hit.
a series of pat pat pat’s bounced all over the walls as yuta buried his face into your neck, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he shoved his dick inside of you over and over and over again.
“i can— hah— barely move you’re sucking me, baby.” yuta hiccuped, his eyes welling with feral tears.
it felt good, way too good and he could hardly handle it, his heart racing against his chest as he watched you make slutty faces that only fueled his erotic agony.
he fucked you full into the mattress, setting an animalistic pace as the headboard hit against the wall repeatedly.
“s—slow down, yu!” you whined, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his tip hit your cervix without mercy, you on the verge of cumming and creaming all over his dick.
“no—” he shook his head and looked at you, your sweaty hot bodies sticking together. “m’sorry pretty i c—can’t—”
yuta hiccuped and whined and cried at the way your greedy pussy was milking him for all of his worth, his abs tensing at the familiar feeling of his release. the amount of times yuta fisted his cock to the thought of you like a pervert, just like this, spread out and pretty, didn’t even come close or compare to the real thing laying in front of him right now.
“m’gonna pull out, okay?” he muttered. “gonna cum—“
“nuh uh!” you whined, wrapping your thighs tightly around his waist to keep him inside, your arms clutching his brooding shoulders. “i want you to dump it inside of me.”
“i— inside?!” he swallowed.
you nodded and smiled sweetly at him through your fucked out expression and puffy pouty lips, a sight he never ever wanted to forget in his life and keep the privilege of looking at every day, just for him.
yuta groaned again and shoved his face back into your neck, squishing your tits in his hands and holding on to them for dear life as you milked his cock, slamming his hips up to meet yours and you whimpering at how deliciously rough he was.
“mm— fuck!” you squealed as you felt yuta’s hot ropey cum shoot up your walls, bucket loads of it filling you to the brim as you felt your own orgasm wash over you, his hand pressing down against your lower tummy as he hiccuped against your neck.
you both grabbed on to each other as you tried to come down from your highs, your skin sticky and hot as his steamy breath fanned over your ear shakily, the booming of music downstairs shaking the walls a little and the sounds of footsteps walking down the halls filling your ears.
yuta gently peeled himself from you and slowly, delicately— pulled his dick out, his pupils dilating at the sight of his milky cum oozing out of you sluggishly.
his dizzy eyes flickered over to your dazed and tired face, smiling softly. “are you okay baby?”
you closed your eyes as he leaned down and brushed some of your hair away from your eyes, laughing a little. “yeah.”
“wait here—” he whispered before getting off the bed and walking over to what he assumed was the bathroom, retrieving a random towel.
coming back over, he tenderly spread your legs and cleaned you up, rubbing soothing circles into your ankles with his thumbs as he did so before plopping back down on the bed next to you, pulling you softly into his arms.
that was the first time you both had sex together, and as the fact registered into your head, you buried your face into his bare chest shyly.
“hm?” yuta looked down at you. “what, baby?”
“you’ve seen me naked now,” you muttered, voice faintly muffled.
he giggled lowly. “you’ve seen me naked now too.”
“your dick is big,” you leaned back a bit. “i can’t believe you’ve been keeping that thing hostage from me.”
yuta choked at your blunt statement and shook his head. “i’ve always wanted this baby, believe me.” he kissed your forehead and nuzzled his face into your neck. “i just didn’t want to disrespect you pretty so i just didn’t know if you wanted it like i did.”
“but i do—”
he laughed again, “i know you do, now i do.”
you smiled sheepishly as yuta caressed your back with his fingertips lovingly, feeling like he was at the gates of heaven with you in his arms after having shared something so intimate like that for the first time, something he only lived in his sleepy dreams prior to this moment.
“i love you, yu.” you mumbled against his chest, and his heart absolutely melted as he captured your lips in a sweet sweet kiss.
oh how he loved you, and the sight of your gorgeous naked body next to him, your breathtaking unreal face looking at him and only him with those eyes—
summary: yuta okkotsu has been hopelessly in love with you since he was fifteen. you, his muse and his reason to live as you took care of him growing up more than anyone else in his life. in fear of breaking your best friend pact and losing you entirely, yuta swallows his feelings for the sake of keeping you in his life, but he can only take so much.
warnings: college au, friends to best friends to lovers trope, lowkey ooc yuta oops, mentions of underage drinking, hopelessly devoted and lovesick yuta for reader, cursing!!! both reader and yuta cuss lol, lots and lots of fluff, ANGST, afab!reader, use of y/n, pet names, no smut in this one! slight sexual themes, reader is older than yuta by two years.
word count: 8.7k
authors note: YAAALLL i actually poured my heart and soul out into this one so i really hope it reaches your heart and soul as well! it is so so cute and i had so much fun writing it. this is definitely not the end of this au! i plan to write more short stories that take place after this one :) mwah.
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yuta was thirteen years old when he first saw you.
you were a casual friend of his older brother who had invited his entire group of friends over for a thanksgiving feast reunion amongst yourselves. yuta stayed locked in his room for the most part, from time to time lazily making his way down the halls and through the kitchen where you all sat to get a glass of water for himself, silently savoring at the food on the table.
eventually you had picked up on his lame attempts of coming into the kitchen for random excuses, concluding that he just wanted to gawk at the food and maybe score a bite or two of the pumpkin pie drenched in whipped cream, sitting pretty and proud in the middle of the table.
but after various unsuccessful attempts and various defeated stomps down the hall and back to his room after every shoo from his brother, he knew he wasn’t going to get even a lick. at the end of the night when the group settled down and many began to take their leave, yuta made his way back down one more time in search of any lucky scraps left behind.
but what he found instead was you, standing in the kitchen with a white porcelain plate in your hands, a slice of pumpkin pie drenched in whipped cream sitting pretty in the middle.
“for you,” you had said calmly, plate outstretched, beckoning him to take it. “i saw you come down a few times looking at it, and i think whoever brought it is taking the rest of it back home, so here.”
yuta had never spoken to a girl before, much less a fifteen year old one with the sweetest smile he had ever seen in his life on her face, but he timidly and awkwardly took the smooth plate from your offering hands, and muttered a squeaky thank you before stumbling down the hall and slamming his bedroom door shut.
from then on, yuta looked forward to the next time his brother would have his friends over, nagging at him constantly with questions of when, and even going as far as to straight up planning the hangouts himself (the location of all of them being at their house of course), but his brother would only shove him out of his room and lock the door shut.
luckily for yuta his wish was granted, and his curious eyes saw you around a lot more often than not, and you gradually became a close friend of yuta’s brother instead of just casual one. every time you came over to his house, you always greeted him with the biggest smile on your face before going into his brother’s room with the rest of the group. and over time, your greetings to yuta went from sweet smiles, to pats on the head, to ruffling up his hair occasionally, and to his personal favorite, the side hug.
you always were around in yuta’s growing life and always made sure he had gotten something to eat that day, or if he had a ride to soccer practice, or if his phone had enough battery to last him through his tutoring sessions, or even if he had someone going to watch his soccer games in the mornings (which was never).
yuta was fifteen when he realized he liked you.
“so no one is going?” you asked sharply, “again?”
yuta shrugged. “its at eight o’ clock in the morning. i don’t expect anyone to, not even you-“
“well i’m going,” you said simply, putting the rest of your textbooks away in your locker and slamming it shut. “geez not even your brother goes to your games? i’m gonna yell at him later.”
“it’s fine.” yuta shook his head and gave you a small smile, his insides twisting and contorting with an overwhelming boy crush for you. “a lot of my teammates parents don’t go either, usually only to the first two of the season.”
but not you. you went every single time, even going as far as dragging his brother with you so he could have family there to watch him play. yuta always made sure to turn and raise a hand to you from across the field, waving it side to side before getting back in the game, his heart thumping wildly in his chest with an insane sense of adrenaline to do good on the field and show off— because you were watching.
yuta was still fifteen when he realized you liked his brother.
firstly, he felt utterly stupid for not picking up on it before. yuta was always too busy staring at you and memorizing every inch and detail of your face to realize that you were looking at his brother the same way yuta looked at you. he was too busy running around in soccer fields and eating the ham sandwiches you always made for him after practices to realize how red your face would get when you sat next to his brother during his games, or when you gave him sandwiches. yuta was too busy drooling over you in his mind that sometimes you wouldn’t even notice him waving at you from across the field like he always did, your eyes trained on his brother instead, that sweet smile he was all too familiar with shining for someone else.
it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair at all. yuta felt like his brother always got everything and he always ended up with scraps. yuta never got a friend group like his, or a stellar reputation in a sport like he did, or people at his beck and call everywhere he went, or nominations for pointless shit like homecoming king.
but yuta didn’t give a flying fuck about any of that. he didn’t want any of that. he wanted you. just you.
but he couldn’t have you.
yuta was sixteen when he realized he was in love with you.
he had been for a while actually, and he knew it, but the thought alone of you liking his stupid brother only fueled the fire of denial to save himself from getting hurt more than he already was.
but it was absolutely pouring rain that day, his tutoring session having been cancelled last minute due to the weather, and because of this he had no ride home and no umbrella to even attempt at walking home, not that he could anyways seeing as it would take him thirty minutes to do so. yuta absolutely could not take that chance. he had his laptop in his backpack with all of his school work, and worst of all, his final project that he had been working on since the beginning of the school year, a precious green portfolio filled with notes worth more than gold to him.
yuta grumbled as he scuffed his feet against the concrete at the front of his school under a rooftop, lips pressed into a thin line in annoyance. his parents were at work, there was no way they could just drop everything and go to him (not that they would anyways), and his brother was too busy hanging out with you doing god knows what at god knows where— so even calling you was out of the picture.
at the mere thought of you hanging out with his brother, he sighed softly, sadly, and slumped down on a blue bench with his cold hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, eyes trained to the ground.
heavy pit pats of rain smacked against the ground as he sat there in thought, the sounds of cars zooming down the wet streets as the only source of life around besides himself, seeing as it was already late in the day and everybody else had gone home. without him even noticing, the front doors beside him creaked open as he sat there grumbling.
“yuta?”
his head snapped up upon hearing your pretty voice call out to him, his eyes wide as he saw you standing there with an umbrella.
“what are you doing here?” he asked softly, standing up. yuta looked at you then and noticed your eyes were red and tired, and a shock of worry shot up his spine.
“i was-”
“are you okay?” he asked quickly. “your eyes are red.”
“oh really?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your palm, waving him off. “it’s nothing, i didn’t even notice.”
he pursed his lips, concern written all over his face as he took in your defeated expression, but before he could press any further, you spoke again.
“why aren’t you in tutoring?”
“oh they cancelled last minute,” he stuffed his hands further into his jacket and looked to the side. “i don’t have a ride home now because of it, and i can’t even walk home because it’s raining hard as fuck and i have my laptop in my backpack.”
you hummed in understanding, and even though it looked like the worst possible thing ever just happened to you, you gave him that same sweet smile he craved every time he saw you. “let’s walk to your house together. i have an umbrella we can try and fit under.”
he looked at you incredulously. “no no! it’s okay! you live down the street i don’t want to make you walk thirty minutes in the rain with me and thirty back-”
“it’s okay!” you laughed. “i would never leave you here by yourself yu, you know that.”
oh how he loved when you called him that.
his shoulders slowly relaxed, a wobbly cute smile spreading across his face, his cheeks a fuzzy pink. “okay.”
you walked together in a comfortable silence, your little umbrella just barely covering the both of you and yuta’s cheeks were still an intense pinky shade due to the close proximity, his steamy breath basically fanning the side of your ear as he huddled close to you.
after a few minutes spent walking on the sidewalk, yuta spoke up again.
“why are your eyes red?”
you immediately froze, but relaxed quickly.
“just tired s’all,” you responded weakly, but the little wobbling of your bottom lip told him otherwise.
yuta slowly lifted his hand and reached out, placing it softly on top of yours and clenching over the stem of the umbrella. the action caused you both to stop walking, your curious eyes snapping to his.
his palm felt like it was on absolute fire at the feeling of your soft hand under his, yuta’s breath trembling as he breathed out.
he swallowed. “can you please tell me why.”
your eyes flooded with tears then, and you shut them tightly as you dropped your forehead solemnly to rest against his shoulder, your frame shaking with quiet sobs escaping your lips.
yuta’s eyes softened and he quickly took the umbrella from you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight hug. his heart thumped so hard against his chest that he could hear it ringing through his ears.
he patted the back of your head gently. “what happened? what’s going on?”
you shook your head against his chest.
“y/n..” he sighed worriedly, running a soothing hand over your shaking back now.
“i have a crush on your brother,” you sobbed.
he knew. god he knew. but hearing you say it out loud broke his heart ten times more than it did when he found out on his own.
yuta slightly pulled back, bending his knees a little to look at you at eye level, his hand on your shoulder.
“i know.”
your eyebrows furrowed, more silent tears spilling from your eyes. “you know?”
yuta nodded, smiling sadly at you as he wiped your tears with his thumb, your eyes closing as he did so. “i spend almost every second of my life with you, of course i know. i noticed.”
you sniffed.
“weren’t you just with him now?” he asked.
your eyes shut tightly again, eyebrows contorted in pain as you nodded. “i confessed to him. i wanted to tell him before we graduated next month.”
you lifted your hands and covered your face, sobbing into them. “i’ve loved him since middle school.”
loved?
yuta’s shoulders slumped as he stared straight ahead, feeling like he wanted to crawl into a deep dark hole and stay there.
“he-“ you hiccuped. “he rejected me.”
his head snapped down immediately, eyebrows furrowing in a mix of disbelief and anger. “huh? he rejected you?”
you nodded, dropping your hands from your eyes and burying your head in his chest.
“why? what did he say?”
“he said he didn’t feel the same way—” you stopped for a moment to even out your breaths. “and that he was sorry.”
yuta scoffed, shaking his head. “what a big fucking loser.”
you snorted at that, and he looked down at you fondly, relieved you laughed.
“he… he thanked me for everything that i’ve done for your family though, especially you.”
he stayed silent.
“he said he was thankful that i was like another sibling for you, and that i took care of you.”
another sibling?
yuta didn’t say anything, that phrase like a slash through his heart while he still thought about how much of a fucking idiot he was to reject you. you, out of anyone deserved to get everything you wanted. you were selfless, incredibly sweet, the most gorgeous human being to ever walk this earth, and you had done so much for everyone that you neglected your own needs all of the time.
how could he not love you back? how could his brother not see the angel in his life that loved him, that sentiment alone an absolute privilege to have? something he would kill for?
yuta knew he shouldn’t make this about himself. he knew you were absolutely hurting and heartbroken, but he just had to know. it was eating him alive inside and out and over and over again as he kept thinking about it.
“is that how you see me?”
“hu-huh?” you hiccuped, picking your head up from his chest to look at him.
“as another sibling. is that how you see me?”
you blinked up at him, your eyes trailing over his furrowed eyebrows and worried gaze, and you hesitated for a moment, not knowing exactly why.
but you nodded, slowly. “you’re my best friend, yu. you’re not just anyone to me i care a lot about you. more than most people in my life.”
for a moment, yuta looked at you blankly, his mind unable to properly register your words. he didn’t know whether he wanted to cry, call up his brother and yell at him, kiss you, or run away.
a part of him knew that too, that you only saw him as a sibling. but like everything else in his life, he buried it down and chose to pretend like it didn’t exist for the sake of his heart.
but regardless of you not returning his feelings, he would rather be something to you than nothing at all. he would rather make some type of difference in your life and have a special spot, than be an absolute nobody to you.
so he smiled. he smiled with soft sad eyes and nodded, pulling you back in and resting his cheek against the top of your head. “you’re my best friend too.”
yuta didn’t see you around much at his house after that, which he understood.
but you still texted yuta everyday and hung out with him sometimes at school, and you still went to his games and practices and made him ham sandwiches after, and you still gave him that sweet smile he loved so so much.
but he never missed how sad you got around his brother, even at the mere mention of him. he never missed how your eyes stayed glued to the ground or had a far off look to them, your arms wrapped around yourself with a safe distance between you both.
when you graduated high school, yuta was a brat the entire ceremony. he was pissed. so pissed that you were two years older than him and that he wasn’t going to see your pretty self around school anymore, which was pretty much the only reason he tolerated it in the first place.
but when your graduating class threw their caps up into the air and his family went down to congratulate his brother, yuta made a beeline for you instead.
and behind that scowl on his face that he had the entire day, his eyes were glossy.
yuta never cried.
when you noticed, your shoulders instantly dropped and you ran to his open arms, practically throwing yourself on him. “yuuu! don’t cry for me!”
“who said i’m crying?” yuta grumbled into your shoulder.
you pulled back and smiled at him, “i’m gonna miss you the most.”
yuta smiled, but then faltered, and a sliver of fear shot up his spine. was this the last time he was going to see you? was this the start of you both slowly distancing, and then ultimately falling apart? were you still going to call him and text him everyday?
as if you could sense his fear, you quickly shook your head. “you’re literally stuck with me for life. you will never find another best friend to replace me, you got it?”
you waved your little index finger at him sternly, and yuta laughed. “i got it.”
yuta was nineteen when he almost kissed you.
after you graduated high school, luckily you went to a college that was only about a thirty minute drive from his place. you were still in yuta’s life, if not way more than it was before, which he thanked his lucky stars for. you went from being a best friend of his brothers, to being only his best friend, as you and his brother didn’t really talk anymore after high school.
and to that, yuta was happy.
and when he graduated high school, you of course were there, crying and pinching his cheeks and hugging him so tight his back cracked a little bit.
he didn’t go to the same college you did (although he definitely tried but didn’t get in) and went to one that was about forty five minutes away from home, one he commuted to everyday like you did for yours.
you both got so much closer that you obliviously acted like a couple, when you weren’t. yuta would pick you up from class and drive you to lunch, pay for all of your meals and anything you practically wanted despite you fighting him every time on it. he would kiss your forehead and your cheek and throw his arm around your shoulder when you walked, he would call you baby and compliment you every single day, and he would sleep over at your house almost all of the time, your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your torso.
he knew best friends weren’t really supposed to act like this, but did you? you both had grown so accustomed to it that it wasn’t a weird thing for you both, but the constant questions from your mutual friends or even each others parents was a dead giveaway that it in fact, was not how best friends were supposed to act.
but neither of you seemed to care.
“stop moving yu!” you whispered harshly as you applied an aloe vera mud mask to his face. yuta snickered, dodging your fingers every time they came close to applying the mask, with the only reason he was doing it being because it made you laugh.
you were both sat on your fluffy pink rug in the middle of your room in your pajamas, surrounded by all of your skincare essentials and even the fancy products you only pulled out on special occasions. it was one in the morning at this point and you both were still up, trying to keep your laughter to a minimum in attempts at not waking up your parents downstairs.
“baby this stuff smells kind of funky,” he commented as you applied some to his cheek.
“the funkier the better,” you responded, focused. “kind of smells like you.”
he pinched your side and you giggled, flinching away. “i’m kidding! i’m almost done, don’t move.”
yuta listened and stayed still, watching your concentrated pretty face that was practically inches away from his as you applied the mask to the rest of his face, his poor heart almost giving out.
once you were done, you smiled triumphantly and wiped your fingers with a warm damp towel. “all done!”
yuta smiled fondly at you and kissed your cheek. “thanks. is this what you put on every night?”
you shook your head, “not every night, only when i want my skin to look extra good for special occasions.”
“which is..?”
“it’s usually when you invite me over to your family events or when we eat dinner at that one really nice place by your school.”
yuta stopped at that and he felt his heart clench at your words. he didn’t know why and he usually didn’t let it, but his mind was making him believe that maybe…
no.
he relaxed again, humming in acknowledgement. you picked up a circular pink little tub compartment thing and unscrewed the cap, dipping your ring finger in the shimmery product.
“what’s that?” he asked softly, nodding his head to it.
“it’s my lip scrub!” you responded enthusiastically, lifting your ring finger and scooting closer to him. his eyes looked straight at you as you slid your finger over his lips. “it has kind of like a rough texture, it’s supposed to exfoliate your lips and make them really soft.”
his cheeks slowly turned pink, his eyes trailing down to your lips as you sat back, finished.
“here— put some on me now so you can feel what i’m talking about,” you handed him the little tub and he dipped his index finger in, swallowing the lump in his throat.
he timidly lifted his hand and pressed his finger to your waiting perfect lips, softly and gently running the product on your bottom lip before going to the top, his eyes mesmerized and nearly drooling.
yuta was practically tracing you, wanting to burn forever the shape of your mouth into his brain to remember for the rest of his life, wanting nothing more than to press his lips on yours.
but he inhaled sharply and quickly dropped his hand. “i’m finished.”
you pressed your lips together and spread the product around, “did you feel it?”
he shakily nodded, wiping his finger on the warm damp towel before handing it over for you to do the same.
you held up a corner of the towel to his lips and gently wiped the scrub away, “and now they’re soft.”
you passed the towel back over to him, and you sat back, eagerly waiting for him to do the same.
yuta swallowed again and mimicked you, except he was much slower, much more gentle over your plush lips as he subconsciously leaned closer to you that by the time he was done, his nose almost bumped with yours.
with eyes half lidded, he stared at your lips in a daze, licking his bottom lip slightly as you looked at him with wide eyes. he wanted to, so badly, to just grab your face and press your lips together, to pour the love he’s had for you for the past four years out and cherish you with everything that he has.
“yu?” you spoke softly, your voice barely above a whisper, your breath fanning against his lips.
his eyes immediately snapped to yours and he flinched back like a deer in headlights. “so— so when do i take this off?” he pointed to his face. “the mud mask.. when does it come off?”
you looked at him curiously, your eyebrows slightly pinched together as you tried to make sense of what was happening, if anything even really happened.
“almost..” you responded, unfocused. “in about five minutes.”
yuta quickly nodded and pressed his lips into a thin line, his hands clenched so hard into tight fists that his knuckles turned white.
he couldn’t look you in the eye. what the fuck was he doing? he was going to scare you away if he kept doing things like this, if he kept almost slipping up and doing something that could jeopardize your friendship with him.
your trust.
you nudged his shoulder with your finger, and he finally looked at you.
“is the face mask bothering you that much?” you said with a silly smile, and yuta physically deflated, affection pumping through his system.
“no baby,” he shook his head. “i like it! i think i should keep it on for the rest of the night and go to class with it tomorrow morning.”
you snorted and shook your head, “don’t be mean.”
he raised his hands up frantically, “i’m not! you think everybody has the privilege of getting a free facial by their pretty best friend?” he held up his index finger and wiggled it side to side. “i don’t think so.”
you giggled, so much, and grabbed the warm damp towel again, scooting closer to him by your knees. you began wiping away the mask on his face, being careful of not going too rough in fear of accidentally irritating and hurting him. yuta held you by the hips, assisting in keeping your balance and rubbing little circles into your stomach with his thumbs.
your cheeks went a little pink after a bit.
as the rest of the night went on, and when you both finally settled into bed facing each other— his hand on the side of your hip, you softly traced the rather dark bags under his eyes and frowned.
“you need to get more sleep, yu. i think you’ve had these bags since you were fifteen.”
“it’s because i always grind so i can buy you a big white house with a wiener dog and a picket fence.”
you laughed a little too loud and slapped a hand over your mouth, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his as your shoulders shook. when you settled down, you removed your hand and smiled sweetly.
“only if the house comes with you.”
yuta’s breath hitched, and his eyes searched yours desperately, for any indication that maybe, just maybe, you…
no.
“what… you want me as a roommate?”
you playfully rolled your eyes and gently shoved his shoulder.
yuta was twenty years old when he confessed to you.
it was also the first big fight you guys ever had in your entire years of knowing each other.
your relationship stayed the same, two peas in a little pod through college that never seemed to go to one place without the other, so much so that when you did, people would often ask where the other half was. he loved it. he loved you so much, and he found it harder and harder and more heart breaking for him as the years went by watching you not be his in any way shape or form.
every time he visited your campus or went with you to your college parties, he noticed the lurking eyes it seemed like every guy had on you everywhere you went, and it agitated yuta more than anything else. he was still a stubborn brat, and instead of doing something about it and maybe telling you how he feels, he just endures the pain and scowls at their glances, leading you through crowds by the hand or by the small of your back.
he never really indulged in the traditional college experience like you did, and never ever talked to any other girl besides you. he never wanted to or had any interest in doing so, regardless of you returning his feelings or not. you also never really talked to any other guy besides yuta or made any mention of your dating life, people mostly assuming you both were.
yuta weaved through the crowd, trying to spot a place for the both of you to sit while you went to get drinks from the kitchen. upon finally breaking free from the pile of dancing sweaty bodies, he recognized one of your girl friends and a couple of others sitting on a long lounge sofa, her eyes perking up.
“y/n’s boyfriend! you came?”
he stopped a bit, then smiled wide.
“yeah! she’s in the kitchen now by the way, she’ll be over here in a second.”
and when you did come over, already a bit tipsy from the line of shots you got pulled into while getting drinks, you walked over to where yuta sat while greeting your friends, handing him a red solo cup. and instead of sitting in the spot yuta had saved for you right beside him, you settled neatly on his lap.
his eyes nearly bulged out of their eye sockets as you swung an arm around his shoulders for support and made yourself comfortable. you had never done something like this, and he swallowed the huge lump in his throat as trembling hands settled around your waist and over your lap. his arm tingled with the feeling of your thighs underneath, afraid to put his hands anywhere near them in fear of making you uncomfortable or accidentally grabbing your face and making out with you.
but the chance of that happening wasn’t anywhere near impossible, as he was already tipsy by his drink and his hand was already gently caressing over the skin of your soft plush thighs.
best friends don’t do things like this.
and he did not give a single fuck.
your boobs were practically shoved up in his face, his pinky cheeks absolutely blazing as his eyes darted to every corner of the house and anywhere else that wasn’t your tits, his lips itching to feel, to taste.
the night progressed and the both of you got increasingly more and more drunk, clinging on to each other on the couch or stumbling through the house, laughing when one of you would trip and almost face plant on the hardwood floors, leaning on to each other for support.
“your boyfriend almost knocked over the tub of tropical mix in the kitchen!” your girl friend yelled over the loud booming music, laughing.
yuta expected you to correct her, but you didn’t, and only laughed along with her.
“no it wasn’t him! it was me,” you giggled drunkenly, your arms around his neck as his were tight around your waist, your group standing off to the side of the dance floor. “he had to grab me and pull me from it!”
and that’s how it often was, just you and him. you taking care of him and him taking care of you in every way possible, trying to pay you back for all of the years you spent being there for him when he was younger and way more, simply because he wanted to.
and on a night where yuta was studying for finals in his room, his brother that was visiting from college came in and sat down on the edge of his bed.
“you studying?” he asked.
yuta nodded, not bothering to take his eyes away from his notebook, still scribbling down his notes. he never really had the best relationship with his brother, much less after what had happened with you getting rejected by him.
his brother took a deep breath through his nose and nodded. “i um… are you still friends with y/n?”
that caught his attention, and yuta’s eyes lifted from his notes to look at him. “yes? i’m with her like, most of the time. if you haven’t noticed.”
“no i have,” his brother murmured. “how is she?”
yuta took a second to respond. “she’s good.”
“that’s good that’s good. does she um- does she still have the same number?”
yuta put down his pencil and leaned back against his desk chair. “why?”
“i wanted to just catch up with her is all,” he shrugged. “i saw her when you brought her here for mom’s birthday and i hadn’t seen her since graduation.”
“catch up with her?” yuta mumbled. “since when do you give a shit about y/n?”
his brother scoffed. “i always have, yuta.”
“didn’t seem like it when you rejected her and started dating one of her close friends like the next day.”
his brother didn’t say anything, and yuta rolled his eyes at the lack of response, picking his pencil back up to continue his work.
“i still have her on social media and see what she’s up to… she posts you a lot. are you guys like— a thing?”
yuta bit the inside of his cheek. “no.”
his brother visibly relaxed for whatever reason and nodded. “i just want to talk to her again, is all. maybe buy her dinner—”
yuta pushed his textbook away, dropped his pencil again and spun around, looking at him with narrowed eyes. “fuck no.”
his brother scoffed. “i’m not asking for permission—”
“fuck no.”
“yuta i’m your brother i literally took you to school everyday and took care of you—”
“y/n did that.” yuta cut him off. “y/n gave me rides to school when i didn’t have my license and bought me food when i didn’t have a job. she also came to every single one of my games regardless of the weather and helped me with my homework when i was too stupid to figure it out on my own, everything you should’ve done.”
“that’s not true—”
“yes it is.” yuta crossed his arms in annoyance. “she didn’t have to do any of that. she never had to take care of me the way that she did but she did it anyways. she took on your role because you were too busy being a dingus doing god knows what and she knew that. y/n has done more for me than you’ve ever done in your entire twenty two years of living.”
his brother sat there in silence, yuta’s heavy angry breathing being the only thing heard in the room.
“okay well—” his brother stood from his bed and walked over to the door. “i’m just going to text her—”
“why the fuck are you gonna meddle into her life now? what… are you bored? are you not satisfied with whatever fucking girl you find up there at school?” yuta threw his arms up in irritation, his blood beginning to boil. “you treated her like shit. like absolute dog shit when you ignored her and avoided her for months after she confessed to you. do you understand how disrespectful that is?”
“whatever man it was high school—”
“and what, that gives you a pass to treat her like that? when that happened i was sixteen picking up the pieces you shit all over at your grown age—”
“i’m leaving.”
and with that, his brother walked out and slammed the door shut, and yuta was left absolutely red. red with anger he had never felt before in his life as he grabbed his notebook and chucked it across the room. he hated how casual he spoke of you, like you were just another girl he was going to try and get to know and fuck— to then leave without another word like his brother’s been doing his whole fucking life to girls. but not to you, it couldn’t happen to you.
and it was like yuta was going through the five stages of grief because then he was afraid. what if you let his brother back into your life? what if you fell for him again? you’d done it before the chances were not zero of you doing it again.
yuta didn’t want to lose you. he would rather gauge his eyes out and eat them for breakfast.
with that, yuta stumbled through his room putting on his shoes and snatching his car keys from his night stand, running down the hall and slamming the front door shut before getting in his car.
the drive was only about fifteen minutes to your house, and he felt so bad that it was nearly two in the morning and he was most likely going to wake you up, but he couldn’t stand it. he was going absolutely crazy, everything in him gnawing and eating him alive, his brother having pushed every single button in his body and more.
his tires screeched as he pulled into your driveway, thankful that your parents were away on a getaway trip as he slammed his car door shut and made his way up to your front door. yuta rang your doorbell twice before you finally opened it.
slowly, you peeked your tired eye through the slit, and your body immediately relaxed at the sight of him. “oh my god yuta, you scared the absolute shit out of—”
you stopped, your face falling at his livid expression and the way his chest heaved erratically. “yu? are you okay? what’s going on—”
but yuta only pushed passed you and trudged up your stairs without another word. dumbstruck, you closed your front door with a click and locked it, following him up the stairs and into your room.
“what’s wrong?”
“my brother is visiting from college.” he mumbled, sitting stiff on your desk chair. you moved to stand in front of him.
“…you mentioned that yeah—”
“and he… he told me that he wants to reach out to you.”
your eyebrows furrowed, taken aback. “me? for what?”
“he says he wants to catch up with you, see how you’re doing. be friends again i guess.”
yuta’s eyes remained stuck to the floor like glue, and you remained silent as you processed his words, confused out of your mind.
“i mean… i mean i guess? i guess that’s fine—”
his head snapped up, “that’s fine?”
you shrugged, “yes? i don’t see the big deal i don’t—”
“baby—” he shook his head in disbelief. “he absolutely broke you and treated you like nothing in high school, and you’re fine letting him back into your life? great.”
you narrowed your eyes at him. “why are you being like that? he just wants to be friends again and that’s fine with me—”
yuta scoffed. “he doesn’t deserve it! he doesn’t deserve you—”
“yuta, whatever happened between your brother and i was years ago! i’m over it! this isn’t a big fucking deal!”
you hated fighting with him, god how much you hated it, and the way that he looked at you now was making you absolutely sick.
“so you’re just gonna be friends with him again?” he shrugged, looking at you with narrowed eyes.
“yeah?”
“you’re fucking stupid,” he spat, getting up from your desk chair and walking over to the door, reaching for your doorknob.
you instantly grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face you. “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“what’s wrong with me?!” he raised his voice, jabbing a finger to his chest. “what’s wrong with you! do you not remember how bad you got when he did what he did?! do you really think i would stand here okay with you rekindling your little love for my brother?”
you scoffed, “my little love?!”
and before you knew it, angry tears were streaming down your face. you hated the way he was talking to you, and you didn’t know how your argument escalated so quickly and so drastically as you wiped your cheeks furiously.
and at the sight of you crying, yuta faltered slightly, his eyes softening.
“why do you think i still love him? i don’t! i haven’t since he rejected me!—”
“who says you won’t start again?” he spoke lowly, arms crossed over his chest. “my brother never had to lift a fucking finger for you to be head over heels for him. you don’t give a shit about yourself and you’re willing to throw yourself at him again—”
“shut up.” you spat, sobs raking through your body. “the fact that you’re stuffing a bunch of fucking words into my mouth and assuming i’m going to jump into your brothers arms is bullshit.”
“i—”
“is this how low you think of me?”
“no baby i don’t—”
“yes you clearly do because everything that’s come out of your mouth—”
“no! no i’m sorry i don’t—”
“then why—”
yuta shoved his hands into his hair exasperated, “because i love you!”
he let his arms fall limp, his eyes glossy and red with the most gut wrenching look on his face that read pure exhaustion. you had never seen him so torn.
“i love you and i love you and i have since since i was fifteen,” his voice shook with each word, hands trembling at his sides. “more than a best friend, more than anything in this world, and i never saw you like another sibling like you did for me.”
“fi.. fifteen?” you spoke so softly he almost didn’t hear you.
he nodded sadly, silent tears slipping down his cheeks and you automatically reached up, softly wiping them away with your thumbs as he closed his eyes, much like how yuta did when you got your heart broken by his brother on that rainy day.
yuta never cried.
“i swallowed it. you loved my brother and i swallowed it. i didn’t give a shit if you only saw me as a sibling because i would rather make some type of mark in your life and be in it than not have you at all. but i can’t take it anymore.”
he let out a sob, and he instantly shoved his face in the crook of his arm in embarrassment.
“yu…”
“you mean absolutely everything to me baby,” his voice was muffled a bit by his elbow, and after roughly wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his sweater, he dropped his arm to look at you again. “i would do absolutely a-anything for you. you’re precious to me and the prettiest girl i have ever laid my eyes on and will ever lay my eyes on.”
he hiccuped and crossed his arms over his chest, staring up at your ceiling. “but i know you don’t love me like i love you. i’ve known for years and i just can’t bring myself to let you go. it’s so bad that i would rather you break my heart over and over again than let you go for the sake of my wellbeing and watch you walk out of my life—”
“yuta, can you please look at me?”
“i— i can’t,” he shook his head as his voice trembled, tears slipping from the sides of his eyes as he continued to stare at your ceiling. “i can’t do it—”
you slowly reached out and cupped his wet cheeks in the palm of your hands, tilting his face down gently to look at you, your eyes filled with remorse at the defeated look on his face.
“why didn’t you tell me?” you asked softly. “why didn’t you tell you were hurting so much?”
he shook his head slowly in your hands. “it’s not fair to you. i didn’t want to put you in a difficult position—”
“what difficult position, yu?” you spoke so gently, so sweetly to him that he almost fell to his knees. “how could you have kept this in for five years? i can’t even imagine—” you hiccuped, “i hate that you were hurting because of me-“
your voice began to contort again into sobs, and he quickly shook his head. “no baby no, it was not because of you, you did nothing wrong. you did the exact opposite.”
you wiped more of his tears with your fingers as he spoke, listening intently.
“no one gave a shit about me the way you did. not even my own parents, and not even my stupid brother that pretended like i practically didn’t exist. you were the only one that was there and you didn’t have to be. you could’ve easily ditched me at any given point and you never did, and i can’t thank you enough for giving me a reason to keep going.”
he wiped his eyes. “and that’s why i fell in love with you so hard because you were so selfless and sweet and i love your smile. i don’t think i could ever make up for everything you’ve done—”
“but you have!—” you interjected, but yuta only shook his head.
“no i haven’t. i’m a stubborn asshole who just said a bunch of shit five minutes ago that i didn’t mean and i only hurt you and i never wanted that—”
“yuta.” you spoke firmly. “you’ve literally done more for me than anyone else in my entire life and i hate that you can’t see that or give yourself credit. you were there for me when i went absolutely insane after your brother rejected me even though you loved me then. you put your own feelings aside to take care of me baby..”
you softly took his hands and led him to sit with you on the bed, wiping his wet cheeks with your sleeve.
“do you not remember when even though you didn’t have a job, any chance you got money you would spend it on me instead of yourself?” you laughed softly. “the minute you got your license you drove me anywhere i wanted… and even to little things like the store because you said you didn’t want me to spend gas money.”
yuta slightly smiled.
“you never ditched me either, when there was every opportunity you could’ve. you always make sure i eat and get enough sleep… and you make me so happy yu, i wish you could see how much i miss you when you’re not around.”
he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned in, softly planting a kiss to your cheek. you smiled warmly.
“who told you i didn’t love you back?”
yuta froze. “you did?”
“when?”
“the day my brother rejected you?” he cocked his head to the side. “i had asked you if you saw me as another sibling and you said yes.”
you threw your head back and moaned, “oh my god yu, of course in that moment because i was stupid and into your brother and i had just gotten rejected!”
you deflated and smiled at him warmly then, your eyes shining with emotions he didn’t allow himself to believe were there. for five years, yuta forced himself to believe you could never return his feelings as a form of protection, and now there was a huge wall in his brain that was itching to come down.
you scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, your foreheads touching. “ask me again.”
“hm?” he was dazed, wide eyes staring into yours.
“ask me that question again,” you spoke softly. “the one from that day.”
yuta swallowed thickly, his breathing shaky through his nose, reiterating the phrase he played through his head like a broken record since it happened.
“as another sibling…” he murmured. “is that how you see me?”
you shook your head gently against his forehead, “no… to me—” you leaned back slightly and tilted your head to the side. “you look like the man i’ve been in love with for the past three years.”
silence. nothing.
and then, his eyes welled with tears as he tackled you down and just cried. he cried and he cried into your neck and shook like a little leaf, you holding him so unbelievably tight as your bottom lip wobbled. yuta’s arms were snaked around you as he held you with just as much force if not more.
half a decade. half a decade yuta spent hopelessly lovesick for you that your words burned over his entire body like a fever, his mind reeling and hazy. he held on to you so fucking tight and refused to let go of you, in fear that this was all just some horrendous sick dream and he was going to wake up alone in his bed without you.
you placed a hand on the back of his head as you hugged him, “i love you so much yuta that sometimes i feel like im going nuts.” you laughed softly. “it was always you… it’s been you that’s why i said earlier that i didn’t care if your brother wanted to be friends again, because i love you and i don’t give a shit about him and i’m sorry i made you upset—”
“no,” he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and looked at you, his cheeks flushed with dried up tears and red eyes. “that was just me being an absolute dick and scared of re-living high school all over again. i took that out on you and that wasn’t fair at all, baby. i’m sorry.”
you carded your fingers through his hair. “we both have things to be sorry about, and a lot of years to make up for.”
and finally, yuta grinned so big that his cheeks hurt.
“can i—“ he exhaled shakily. “can i kiss you?”
“please.”
and he smashed his lips against yours, greedily kissing you with so much desperation as he lip locked with you, his hands squeezing and roaming your body. the sound of your lips smacking was loud, and his kisses were so needy and sloppy against your soft plush lips that you squeaked at the intensity. you felt him grin again at your noise and he pulled away from you.
“i’ve wanted this for so long…” he breathed out, his breath fanning against your face as you tried to recover from what was probably the best kiss of your life. you nodded frantically, too dazed and caught up in the thought of his mouth on yours to respond with sentences that made sense.
he chuckled cutely at this, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i love you and i love you.”
and since then, it was like the final wall had finally crumbled down, and yuta began to live like he was supposed to, like he was meant to, with you. his days of yearning and silent torment were over, and most of the time it still felt like a dream whenever he was by your side.
things stayed relatively the same between you two, as you now acknowledge how much of a couple you both actually were acting prior to yuta’s confession. the only major difference now though, was that yuta earned the privilege to call you his and give you sweet kisses as he picked you up from class, or when you make and hand him those ham sandwiches you always do just for him, only this time adorned with a honeyed kiss of your own.
sitting on his living room couch now, your head resting on his lap as a random horror movie played in the background, yuta’s fingers gently brushed over the features of your face as you stared at the tv, his eyes stuck to you like sticky lovesick glue.
you turned your head to look at him after a bit. “why don’t you start playing soccer again?” you hummed. “is there a team at your school?”
yuta nodded, “there is baby.”
“why don’t you try out?” you smiled sweetly at him, and his heart ached. “i always loved watching you play. i miss it.”
“okay,” he tapped your nose. “just for you.”
you rolled your eyes playfully. “and i’ll start dragging your brother with me again.”
yuta’s eyes flung open as his jaw dropped, and you snorted, giggling uncontrollably as he tickled and pinched at your sides. “i’m just kidding! i’m kidding! i’d rather die.”
he let out a boyish laugh, his eyes sparkling as he looked down at you. “as much as i hate him, i can’t thank him enough for being a stupid dingus.”
you quirked an eyebrow, “thank him? why?”
yuta gently and softly pinched one of your cheeks as he smiled at you, and it was then that you noticed the bags under his eyes were nearly gone. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, moving some of your hair away from your face after he did so.
“because he brought you to me.”
and you smiled, that same radiant sweet smile that made him fall in love with you in the first place, as you reached up and ran a tender finger under where his eye bags once stood, your voice light and airy as you spoke—
You’re asexual | (headcanons) — What’s his reaction to you being asexual?
You have bad period cramps | (headcanons)
Comforting their s/o after a bad day | (headcanons)
❝ 𝘕 𝘐 𝘚 𝘏 𝘐 𝘕 𝘖 𝘠 𝘈 𝘠 𝘜 𝘜 ❞
Quiddity | (soulmate!au) — Constantly seeing images appear in your head leaves you wondering where these beautiful pictures are coming from. Little do you know, these pictures are just what leads you to the love of your life.
Learning your mother tongue | (headcanons) — He overheard you speak in your native language and is ecstatic to learn more.
Ways they show non-sexual forms of affection | (headcanons) — There are many ways for him to show how much he loves you.
You paint their nails | (drabbles)
Kiyoko or Me? | Maybe it’s better to break it off if he chooses her. || Part 2: I chose me
I Chose You For You | You hope he didn’t date you out of pity.
Look My Way | (headcanons) — You can never get the attention of the boy you like because he only has eyes on another girl.
He’s a restless sleeper | (headcanons)
Fuckboy!Noya | (headcanons)
Not You Anymore | Too much of a good thing can turn sour. You’re fed up with him choosing volleyball over you.
The Memories You Gave Me | The memories were fun until you could no longer be with the one you shared them with.
❝ 𝘌 𝘕 𝘕 𝘖 𝘚 𝘏 𝘐 𝘛 𝘈 𝘊 𝘏 𝘐 𝘒 𝘈 𝘙 𝘈 ❞
You have bad period cramps | (headcanons)
❝ 𝘒 𝘈 𝘎 𝘌 𝘠 𝘈 𝘔 𝘈 𝘛 𝘖 𝘉 𝘐 𝘖 ❞
You need him to sleep | (headcanons)
Cuddle With Me | He’s tired and just wants you to hold him.
You Don’t Need Them | When you have trouble with your friends, he’s always there to comfort you.
You get hit on at work | (headcanons)
Ways they show non-sexual forms of affection | (headcanons) — There are many ways for him to show how much he loves you.
You paint their nails | (drabbles)
You have bad period cramps | (headcanons)
He catches you vibing | (headcanons)
Holding his smaller s/o | (headcanons)
The Mistake of Loving You | — You are just a simple gardener, growing exotic flowers of different colours and shapes, but the beauty of your garden didn’t catch Tobio’s attention. No, it was your beauty. He fell in love; what a mistake that was for it sprouted petals that flooded his lungs. What a shame. He was the first victim you took notice of.
❝ 𝘛 𝘚 𝘜 𝘒 𝘐 𝘚 𝘏 𝘐 𝘔 𝘈 𝘒 𝘌 𝘐 ❞
You need him to sleep | (headcanons)
Cafune | Slow steady breaths and the soft-touch Kei uses calms every nerve in your body. You can’t help become drowsy at the attention. You officially made this a daily activity. It’s a must.
When would he cry in front of his s/o? | (headcanons)
❝ 𝘏 𝘐 𝘕 𝘈 𝘛 𝘈 𝘚 𝘏 𝘖 𝘠 𝘖 ❞
You’re Perfect | You, being extremely short, always get jabs and insults. Hinata cheers you up with encouraging words and lots of kisses.
When would he cry in front of his s/o? | (headcanons)
Thank You | It hurts to lose but having you with me makes everything better.
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
— ♕ Nekoma ♕ —
❝ 𝘛 𝘏 𝘌 𝘞 𝘏 𝘖 𝘓 𝘌 𝘛 𝘌 𝘈 𝘔 ❞
When you’re their manager | (headcanons)
❝ 𝘒 𝘜 𝘙 𝘖 𝘖 𝘛 𝘌 𝘛 𝘚 𝘜 𝘙 𝘖 𝘜 ❞
Daily Boyfriend Texts | (modern!au, texts) — Enjoy a moment with your teasing boyfriend!
Ways they show non-sexual forms of affection | (headcanons) — There are many ways for him to show how much he loves you.
You’re asexual | (headcanons) — What’s his reaction to you being asexual?
He catches you vibing | (headcanons)
College Au | (headcanons) — What are their majors? Their routines? What will their college life look like?
Teaching their s/o to swim | (headcanons)
❝ 𝘔 𝘖 𝘙 𝘐 𝘚 𝘜 𝘒 𝘌 𝘠 𝘈 𝘒 𝘜 ❞
You have bad period cramps | (headcanons)
Stop Fighting | (headcanons) — Your dumb brother keeps taunting your potential boyfriend.
Boyfriend Headcanons | (headcanons)
❝ 𝘓 𝘌 𝘝 𝘏 𝘈 𝘐 𝘉 𝘈 ❞
Teaching their s/o to swim | (headcanons)
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
— ♕ Fukurodani ♕ —
❝ 𝘒 𝘖 𝘜 𝘛 𝘈 𝘙 𝘖 𝘜 𝘉 𝘖 𝘒 𝘜 𝘛 𝘖 ❞
You get hit on at work | (headcanons)
Daily Boyfriend Texts | (modern!au, texts) — He needs your attention!
You paint their nails | (drabbles)
❝ 𝘈 𝘒 𝘈 𝘈 𝘚 𝘏 𝘐 𝘒 𝘌 𝘐 𝘑 𝘐 ❞
Touch | (song fic) — Can you two battle the hardships of your relationship or will it just be wasted efforts?
Daily Boyfriend Texts | (modern!au, texts) — Just a conversation with your favourite person!
Ways they show non-sexual forms of affection | (headcanons) — There are many ways for him to show how much he loves you.
You’re asexual | (headcanons) — What’s his reaction to you being asexual?
He catches you vibing | (headcanons)
Anagapesis | You loved him. Loved him so much that you could never fathom the idea of losing him. You were in pain, but all that mattered was that you loved him.
“I Said Break a Leg For Good Luck, Not Literally” | When the saying for good luck actually happens in real life.
They Find Out You Can Play An Instrument | (headcanons)
He Wasn’t A Dreamer | Akaashi was told dreams were wasted thoughts until he met you.
Comforting their s/o after a bad day | (headcanons)
Boyfriend Headcanons | (headcanons)
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
— ♕ Aobajohsai ♕ —
❝ 𝘖 𝘐 𝘒 𝘈 𝘞 𝘈 𝘛 𝘖 𝘙 𝘜 ❞
Ways they show non-sexual forms of affection | (headcanons) — There are many ways for him to show how much he loves you.
Bath Time | Taking baths together has become a daily activity for, you and Oikawa.
You paint their nails | (drabbles)
You’re asexual | (headcanons) — What’s his reaction to you being asexual?
Maybe He Is Human | Oikawa Toru is so divine that it’s impossible for you to keep him out of your head. But in reality, he’s just a flirty little boy and is trying to get your attention.
You’re Enough | Oikawa notices how much you’ve been pushing yourself and doesn’t like it one bit.
Comforting their s/o after a bad day | (headcanons)
❝ 𝘐 𝘞 𝘈 𝘐 𝘡 𝘜 𝘔 𝘐 𝘏 𝘈 𝘑 𝘐 𝘔 𝘌 ❞
They Find Out You Can Play An Instrument | (headcanons)
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
— ♕ Shiratorizawa ♕ —
❝ 𝘜 𝘚 𝘏 𝘐 𝘑 𝘐 𝘔 𝘈 𝘞 𝘈 𝘒 𝘈 𝘛 𝘖 𝘚 𝘏 𝘐 ❞
They Find Out You Can Play An Instrument | (headcanons)
❝ 𝘛 𝘌 𝘕 𝘋 𝘖 𝘜 𝘚 𝘈 𝘛 𝘖 𝘙 𝘐 ❞
Teaching their s/o to swim | (headcanons)
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
— ♕ Inarizaki ♕ —
❝ 𝘔 𝘐 𝘠 𝘈 𝘈 𝘛 𝘚 𝘜 𝘔 𝘜 ❞
College Au | (headcanons) — What are their majors? Their routines? What will their college life look like?
Welcome Home | [NSFW] You were too lonely until your lover came back into your caring arms.
❝ 𝘔 𝘐 𝘠 𝘈 𝘖 𝘚 𝘈 𝘔 𝘜 ❞
College Au | (headcanons) — What are their majors? Their routines? What will their college life look like?
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
— ♕ Itachiyama ♕ —
❝ 𝘚 𝘈 𝘒 𝘜 𝘚 𝘈 𝘒 𝘐 𝘠 𝘖 𝘖 𝘔 𝘐 ❞
College Au | (headcanons) — What are their majors? Their routines? What will their college life look like?
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
— ♕ Date Tech ♕ —
❝ 𝘈 𝘖 𝘕 𝘌 𝘛 𝘈 𝘒 𝘈 𝘕 𝘖 𝘉 𝘜 ❞
When He Wins His Game | (headcanons)
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
O T H E R M A S T E R L I S T S
— Love Is Complicated
❝ 𝘈 𝘒 𝘈 𝘈 𝘚 𝘏 𝘐 𝘟 𝘙 𝘌 𝘈 𝘋 𝘌 𝘙 ❞
University opened (Y/n) (L/n)’s eyes to a whole new world, with more opportunities and new friends. What hasn’t changed was her sad love life. Will Akaashi be the love that (Y/n) has been looking for or will their relationship just be shortcomings with no commitment?
— Be My Player 2?
❝ 𝘒 𝘜 𝘙 𝘖 𝘖 𝘟 𝘙 𝘌 𝘈 𝘋 𝘌 𝘙 ❞
Youtuber and streamer, (Y/n) (L/n) has quite a fun and relaxing life. What would happen when she gets invited to join a streamer house and is living with a bunch of strangers? A house full of crack and people who look like they smoke a bit too much weed. Whoops! How would blogger, Kuroo Tetsurou react? Drunk times and flirty moments. Will moving into the house be a good idea?
I’m cleaning out my phone and I have screenshots of old fics I wanted to get back to when they were finished only to find out ALL THE ACCOUNTS ARE DEACTIVATED FUCK
justice for kabru. they put my man in the wrong genre. bro was meant to be playing psychological games with light yagami and instead he’s playing yaoi mind tennis with a blonde himbo
Hi!!! Hope your doing wonderfully 🫶I absolutely adore your work! And this is the first time in asking anything, but if you haven't yet can you do a shy guys x popular reader with a lil spice but no smut! I'd appreciate it 🥹 have a lovely day or night 🩷
YUUUMMYYY oh my goodness i spiced but i think i spiced too much and if i did i am SO SORRY IM JUST A FREAK!!! but i hope you enjoy this piece and thank you so much for sending in a request!! MWAHH <33
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∘˙○˚.• DON’T BE SHY ∘˙○˚.•
{pairings (separate): shy satoru gojo, megumi fushiguro, & yuji itadori x popular f!reader}
summary: how the boys are pathetically down bad for favorable you <3
warnings: college!au, mentions of drinking, HELLAAA sexual mentions and theming mdni, no smut but girl damn near it, pining af, cursing, aged up characters, afab!reader, pet names, they want you BAD in each of their stories HEHEHE, mentions of alcohol.
word count: 5.3k
authors note: WHO WANTS MLB!MEGUMI BC I SURE FUCKING DO!! HES COMING NEXT MY LOVES but here’s a little something to keep you fed in the meantime <33 I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE IT! ILY!
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∘˙○˚. SATORU GOJO ∘˙○˚.
satoru wasn’t by any means a loner in college.
he had his own cute little group of friends and his own cute little outings and his own cute little interactions with his classmates, his rank on the popularity scale running somewhere around the middle (something he can thank his gorgeous eyes and gorgeous face for), but never even coming close to where you were at, a place many tried to reach but never had the qualities that you did— your place being at the top.
but satoru was too shy for his own good. too timid as he watched your breathtaking magnificent self walk down the halls and right by him in between classes— surrounded by people, you barely even noticing him, but him already memorizing the exact scent of your perfume you chose to wear that day, watching with love struck eyes and sweaty palms as his sickingly sweet obsession over you only grew by the years.
you were an absolute goddess in his eyes. you could never hurt him or be mean to him even if you tried, and it was a little pathetic how much he liked you— his little boyish crush that only shrunk him down to the mere size of a lady bug, his increased bashfulness when you’re around only doing him more harm than good as it started to affect his studies and sleep schedule.
but that wasn’t your fault, oh absolutely not.
it was his. all his. he wanted to take the blame for everything. he doesn’t care what.
even when you accidentally bumped into him at a party one night because you were a little tipsy, him stumbling over and you apologizing profusely as his heart stopped upon realizing it was you. and even when you accidentally dropped your red solo cup on his favorite blue washed jeans later on, your alcoholic beverage leaving a patch of wet on his thigh that made you apologize profusely to him again, satoru shaking his head and telling you repeatedly that it was his fault. he was in your way. he should be sorry.
you could dump an entire twenty five ounce bottle of smirnoff on his head and he’d still tell you he was to blame. that’s how much he liked you.
so as you gently took his hand and tugged him to stand up, you leading him through the crowd, your fingers interlaced with his? satoru went into a fucking frenzy.
his cheeks burned as you led him up the stairs and to the nearest bathroom, your lovely skin tight dress squeezing and hugging you in every right way in front of him that he internally panicked as he felt his dick stretch against his jeans, him wanting to end it all as he hoped you didn’t notice it and think he was a pervert.
“oh my god i’m so sorry—” you pulled him in and shut the door behind you, silencing what seemed like twenty different people calling out to you, for your attention, satoru swooning over the way you paid them no mind in return and focused entirely on him.
he felt so lucky.
he awkwardly sat himself at the edge of the tub as you crouched down and rummaged through the cupboard below the sink, your lips in a cute pout.
“i always get so stupid when i’m buzzed and i totally didn’t see you when i was walking…”
your tone was whiny and apologetic, and satoru’s heart physically could not take it.
“it’s— it’s okay..” he mumbled shyly, cheeks pink. “it was me i—” he averted his gaze once you turned to look at him. “i wasn’t paying attention…”
“but are you okay though?” your voice was immensely sweet and doting, it almost sounding like you were babying him as you walked over to him with a damp hand towel.
and he was all fucking over it.
he stiffly nodded and looked down at his lap, throat closing.
“i put a stain remover on this so i at least don’t leave a red mark on your jeans!” you smiled, an enchanting one at that as your clear lip gloss glistened under the dim light. “and i’m really sorry again! i hope i didn’t ruin the party for you…”
his eyes shot up and he shook his head frantically. “n—no! you didn’t it’s okay!” he tugged at the collar of his button up, feeling a little hot. “y—you did nothing wrong...”
you gleamed, and as satoru reached a trembling hand up for the towel to clean himself off, you pulled it back with a cute shake of your head.
“i’m doing it, silly! i’m the one who spilled it.”
“but!—”
you got down on your knees in front of him and his hands literally slapped over the edges of the tub as he gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning pure white as you calmly spread his legs and inserted yourself in between, your face fucking hovering over his dick and his cheeks turning even pinker as lewd thoughts dashed across his sick mind.
you noticed the look on his face and laughed.
“are you nervous? don’t be! i’m just gonna clean you up and ill be out of your way love.”
satoru didn’t want you out of his way, not ever. and the way you called him love had him already picturing you in a pretty white dress with a veil walking down the aisle to him.
he swallowed.
you had your arms resting over his thighs for support as you rubbed a circular tugging motion over the spot on his jeans, your eyebrows pinched in concentration as you tried to get the red stain out, your soft hair slipping from your shoulders and landing over his lap with satoru’s fingers itching to touch it.
“at the last party i threw, i also spilled a drink on a guy.” you giggled.
he felt a twinge of bubbling jealousy.
“did you—” he nervously looked at you. “did you also… help him?”
you smiled cutely. “nope! because he was making out with someone in the middle of my kitchen and he was in my way.”
thank god.
you huffed and leaned back to sit on your calves. “like— have some decency. i get you want to have a little kiss but if you’re doing it right where the vodka mix is? blocking it? i’m not helping you. your girl can help you.”
satoru giggled a little, and you folded the towel neatly and settled it beside you, proud of your work at removing the stain from his pants as you set your hands on your hips.
“and what about you?”
“me?” he mumbled.
“mhm!” you raised a silly brow and leaned closer to him, satoru inching backwards nervously at the proximity. “have you ever made out with someone like that?”
“well— well—”
satoru’s never kissed anyone.
“well what?”
he ran a slow embarrassed hand through his fluffy white hair and grimaced.
satoru is timid, shy, friendly, and a dork. but one thing he isn’t? is a liar. especially if it was you— even though all he wanted to do in life was impress you and have you not think he was a fucking loser.
“i’ve never uh—” he struggled. “kissed… someone.”
his words were so quiet and mumbly, completely ashamed of himself as his cheeks continued to glow pink.
but your eyes widened.
“what? you’ve never kissed anyone?”
he shook his head, eyes to his lap.
“but you’re so hot?”
satoru shot up. “h—huh?”
“yeah!” you grinned. “you are! have you ever had a girlfriend?”
he shook his head again.
“what?! how?!”
you placed a shocked hand over your mouth, your voice soft and astonished. “what a crime…”
he smiled shyly at your compliments, reduced to absolute putty in your hands at the moment as he couldn’t believe you thought he was even remotely attractive.
you confidently swung your arms up and threw them around his neck, and he froze.
your eyes were really suggestive, your gorgeous face looking up at him and his wide eyes looking down at you, your fingers gently running across the back of his neck and hair as he almost whimpered at what you were doing.
“wanna kiss me?”
“y-you?” he choked out, and you giggled softly.
“uh huh! o—only if you’re okay with it—” you pulled away a little, shoulders deflating. “i just figured—”
satoru noticed the way you started to lean back, your arms slipping from around his shoulders and his hands shot out then— grabbing your wrists as he pulled you back in and settled them around him.
was this real? actually? or was he just really drunk?
“yes!” he settled down a bit, sheepish. “yes i—i’m okay with it.”
you took in his eager bashful expression, and grinned.
“okay!”
you leaned and kissed his soft lips, pulling satoru in as his fingers shakily snaked over your waist and around you, not believing for a second that he was actually kissing you.
and you moved your lips slowly and delicately over his, trying to pry his mouth open more with your tongue and guide him on how to kiss you back, him diverting all of his focus to that as he tried to mimic your movements.
it started with innocent pecks at first, you trying to ease him into it and not make it overwhelming for him as you carefully amped up the difficulty little by little.
and he got the hang of it, fast, and you squeaked a noise of surprise when he suddenly shoved his long tongue in your mouth and slid his hands further down to your ass, squeezing as if he had every right to, completely forgetting that he technically didn’t.
what a greedy little thing… but you loved it.
he instantly pulled back.
“sorry i’m sorry!” he sputtered, pulling his hands to his chest like he’d just touched something scalding hot. “i don’t know why i—”
you giggled. “it’s okay! i liked it.”
“y—you did?”
“uh huh!” you nodded, leaning in seductively. “maybe you should do it again… and maybe underneath my dress, to get a better feel y’know?”
satoru couldn’t even respond as you latched your lips back on his, and he kissed you back desperately, wanting to impress you and do good for you so he could properly earn the right to feel you up like you had requested.
but he got greedier, and his hands were back on your ass squeezing and palming the fat of it, breathing heavily through his nose as he started to tug your dress up a little to feel your skin, the lace of your panties grazing his fingertips and making him fucking light headed.
his body was literally numb as you pulled apart suddenly, both of your lips swollen and red.
“wanna go to my room?”
∘˙○˚. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO ∘˙○˚.
“if i can’t do it i’m turning the car around.”
“megs you cannot do that when we get there though!”
megumi shook his head. “and why not?”
“because you’ll scare every one away! what the hell is ‘with this treasure i summon—‘“
“yeah so that way everyone will think i’m a freak and leave me the fuck alone!”
you and megumi have been best friends since middle school, carbon copies of tweedle dee and tweedle dum as your personalities matched with each other’s so identically yet so differently at the same time, that you both bickered every waking second you were together.
which was all of the time.
though you had a better reputation than megumi did. you were popular, beautiful, and everyone wanted to get to know you as your unique personality struck joyous chords with anyone that was lucky enough to come across and get to know you.
all things megumi would never admit out loud to your face.
and he was just regular— popularity and social statuses something he didn’t give a shit about as he kept to himself and didn’t speak to a single soul unless it was yours.
“but i thought you said you wanted to come with me!” you whined.
megumi huffed and made a sharp turn as he drove. “you dragged me i told you no i don’t like parties and you started crying—”
“okay and?” you grumbled. “what so now i can’t cry in front of you? i can’t show my emotions and use my right of freedom of speech?—”
“oh my god.” he dragged an exasperated hand down his cheek. “you’re putting words into my mouth—”
“and you’re putting knives into my heart with how much you hate me.”
he parked on the side of the street and turned off the ignition, hooking his keys on one of his belt loops before he gave you an annoyed look.
“am i not in the car.”
“you are.”
“and am i not here at this party with you.”
“you are.”
“so what more do you want.”
“a kiss.”
“fuck off—” megumi pressed his hand flat on the side of your head and nudged you away before stepping out of the car with pink cheeks, your laughter ringing through the air as you shut the door and ran to catch up with him.
“just be nice please. my friends sometimes wanna talk to you and you look like you’re plotting.”
“maybe it’s because i don’t wanna talk to them.” he mumbled.
through his hard exterior, you knew megumi was just shy, and often times had difficulty talking to people or expressing himself— you really being the only exception in his life.
that’s why in every social situation that you dragged him to, he clung to you like sticky stubborn gum and never left your side— you of course not minding at all and it actually making you feel better to have him always there, your thing being interlocked pinkies as you navigated.
“no it’s because you’re shy and that’s okay!—”
megumi scoffed and kept walking, but the minute you both walked across the lawn and up the steps of the porch, he turned around and let you in front of him— his pinky out like usual.
you smiled softly to yourself and looped yours with his, pinkies closing like a lock before you pulled him inside.
it was dark and humid as fuck already, and you tried your best to politely push through the crowd of hammered and sweaty people in search for the kitchen, you not realizing how megumi literally pushed and shoved people behind you so they wouldn’t topple you over, them too inebriated to care.
“y/n!”
“hi guys!” you gushed, your crowd of friends beaming at the sight of you and handing you drinks without you even having to ask, you passing one back to megumi smoothly.
you both mostly spent the night mingling and drinking with your friends, playing little games and giggling quietly whenever someone would ask megumi a question and he would just stammer in response, blushing and grumpy at your teasing once he got the interaction over with.
and at some point, half of your friends had gone to the main area to dance, and you turned to him.
“megs.”
“yes.”
“do you wanna dance with me?”
“fuck no.”
“whyyyy!” you whined, dropping your forehead on his shoulder.
“because i don’t like dancing.”
“no one’s gonna notice anyways! it’s dark over there like completely.” you looked at him. “just come with me please.”
“no.”
“i’ll give you a kissy.”
megumi gave you a deadpanned look. “what is it with you wanting to give me a kiss?”
you ignored his comment. “i’ll do anything.”
“nope.”
“fine.” you stood up and tugged your dress down. “i’m just gonna ask some other guy and maybe when i tell him he’ll get a kiss out of it he’ll do it—”
megumi quickly grabbed your wrist, eyes narrowed.
“are you actually?”
“yes.”
his heart dropped.
“you’re gonna pimp yourself out for a dance?”
“yes! you know i love to dance—”
megumi stood and grabbed your hand, dragging you to the dance floor as you cheered and happily skipped behind him.
upon arriving, he remained stiff, bored, and fucking nervous with flushed cheeks and crossed arms while you danced, gently swaying and moving to the beat as bright neon laser lights occasionally drifted across the crowd— illuminating red cheeks and sweaty bodies.
it really was incredibly dark, and megumi could barely even see you standing in front of him as the bass of the music drummed through his body.
he let you when you reached up and uncrossed his arms— instead wrapping them around your waist as you threw your arms around his neck, him swallowing thickly.
“dance megs.” you spoke gently in his ear. “like this just sway—”
you moved your hips a little more, and though he didn’t exactly copy you, he stiffly just kind of swayed with you.
“i hate dancing.”
you laughed. “do you hate me?”
“no.”
far from it actually.
“then this should be fuunnn! just let loose a little.”
“i am letting loose.” he grumbled.
“you feel like a little stick though.”
“a stick?!”
you giggled loudly, throwing your head back as you did, the sight making megumi melt.
“yes! i’m gonna start break dancing if you don’t.”
he gave you an incredulous look. “huh? you’re not serious.”
“that i am.”
“y/n i’m moving with you i’m dancing—”
“but your arms are just around my waist! you’re not even moving with me what are you talking about?!”
“what are you talking about?!”
you huffed and stopped moving. “i’m gonna dance with someone else—”
you let go of him and turned but megumi only pulled you back.
“no you’re not and you’re not kissing them either so don’t even think about it—”
“you can’t tell me what to do—”
you pushed at his chest with both of your hands, trying to get him to let go of your waist— his strong grip not letting you.
“why are you being such a brat?!” he exclaimed.
you broke free and started walking.
“a brat that’s gonna dance with someone else!—”
megumi flew and grabbed your shoulders, spinning you back around before literally smashing his lips to yours, your eyes widening in complete shock.
there was your kiss.
he pulled away. “s—sorry i—”
you shook your head and grabbed his cheeks, bringing his lips back in to yours as they moved sloppily and fast, almost matching with the music as his arms engulfed around your waist and pulled you in.
you swiped your tongue over his and whimpered, you figuring he couldn’t hear it over the music but being dead wrong as he felt the blood rush to his dick the minute he heard it.
you pulled away. “what are— what are we doing?”
his chest heaved as he looked at you, cheeks pinky like always and eyes blown wide. “i don’t— i don’t know—”
you wiped your wet mouth with the back of your hand. “do you wanna— stop? i—”
you didn’t know why you were asking, knowing damn well you didn’t want to stop.
“fuck no.”
“okay—”
and his mouth was back on yours, kissing you and running his hands up and down over your body in absolute need, you doing the same as you ran your hands over his chest and down, down, down…
“can i—” you spoke in between kisses. “i’m gonna—”
megumi did it for you and pressed your hand flat against his groin, you palming him slowly as he took in a sharp inhale and broke from your lips, his arms coming up to wrap around your shoulders with his cheek mushed up against the side of your head, eyes screwed shut at how good it felt.
you continued to palm him through his jeans, going a little firmer when you felt his breath literally tremble in your ear as he shook.
“shit—” his arms tightened around you. “wait—” pant “i’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep—”
“do it.”
“no!” he choked and his hips pressed into your palm, wanting more. “let’s go— to the car. the car please—”
you nodded and pulled back, but stopped.
“megs if we do this we can’t go back, okay?” your chest heaved, a little fidgety. “we can’t— we can’t go back to being just friends i don’t wanna be just friends—”
he shook his head and looped his pinky with yours, leading you through the crowd and speaking over his shoulder.
“we won’t.” he started.
“i don’t wanna be just friends anymore either.”
∘˙○˚. YUJI ITADORI ∘˙○˚.
being good at math had its perks.
yuji was able to get by in every math related class, never had an issue with studying, and even tutored some of his friends and classmates as a side job to pay for his college classes and tuition.
but the minute you approached him one day— you, one of the most popular girls on campus, president of your sorority, life long crush and the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, asking if he was able to tutor you on wednesdays?
being good at math became a blessing and a curse.
yuji thought he was well off at math… but if he was to tutor you, he wanted to be fucking albert einstein at it so he didn’t look like a fucking idiot if he happened to come across a topic he didn’t know how to teach.
and as he sat on his desk chair in his dorm, textbooks and materials laid out and ready to go as he wiped his clammy hands on his pants for the thousandth fucking time, he heard you softly knock on his door.
oh fuck.
“hi yuji!” you greeted sweetly, him smiling back at you as he stepped to the side to let you in.
“hey! were you able to find my building okay?”
you both walked over to his desk and sat down, you right next to him on an extra chair— your perfume engulfing his senses and your pretty hair over your shoulders neatly.
“oh no i was fine!” you got your little notebook out with your pencil case. “one of my friends is dorming in this building too so i knew where it was.”
he nodded happily and politely, shitting it inside but doing a damn fucking good job at not showing it— though the reddening of his cheeks was something he couldn’t control no matter how hard he tried.
since you could only see him once a week, the duration of the tutoring sessions was a lot longer than the rest of his clients, and though yuji literally offered to tutor you for free whenever you wanted, you profusely denied and mentally decided to pay him double for his kindness.
you nervously fiddled with your fingers as he opened the textbook and flipped through the chapters you needed help with, and upon noticing, he frowned.
“sorry is it hot in here? i could open—”
“no! it’s okay!” you shook your head. “sorry i just— i’m really bad at math so i’m sorry if you can’t get anything through my head…”
you giggled nervously, and yuji just about cried.
“oh! don’t worry about that! that’s why i’m here to help.”
he beamed, his smile so big and bright that you found yourself copying his exact expression.
he was so nice.
“right!”
and he did help. yuji was exceptional at teaching, and concepts you had found hard to grasp before during class by your own professor was easy peasy with him, his bubbly and animated way of teaching you something that pulled you in and kept you engaged.
after two hours of tutoring, yuji sat back on his desk chair and exhaled.
“phew, let’s take a break! is that fine?”
“mhm!” you chirped, putting your pencil down and smiling. “you’re really good at teaching yuji, like really good.”
“oh thanks!” he blushed, giving you a cute little smile. “i— i like math so i just, teach y’know..”
you nodded. “what’s your major? is it something to do with that?”
“oh no—” he shook his head. “i’m majoring in finance so i get a lot of math classes.”
“huh?!” you gasped, completely astonished. “i thought your major had something to do with teaching i’ve— i’ve never understood math before until you… you’re brilliant!”
he gulped, your praises washing over him and making him feel tingly all over.
yuji gave you a wobbly shy smile. “t—thank you y/n!”
you grinned kindly, your pretty face making him want to word vomit how gorgeous he thought you were and maybe even sort of ask you to be his wife.
“do you um— are you thirsty? i have—”
he shot up clumsily and walked over to his mini fridge. “i have water? here—”
he didn’t even let you respond as he took a bottle of cool water and handed it to you, you taking it gratefully.
“i— i also have these!”
he reached in again and gave you a little glazed donut pastry, wrapped neatly in a clear bag that had the bakery’s logo on the front.
“oh no yuji it’s okay!” your eyebrows pinched together in worry. “i don’t wanna take what’s yours just the water is fine!”
he shook his head and closed the fridge, sitting back down on the chair next to you. “it’s all good! it’s your reward for hanging on for two hours of tutoring.”
his smile was so kind and sweet, and you bit your bottom lip as you softly thanked him.
“how’s um— how’s your sorority going?” yuji asked.
“my sorority?” you tilted your head to the side. “how’d you know i’m in a sorority?”
“oh! well—” he went completely fucking pink. “s—sorry you’re kind of popular so i just heard..”
you hummed and quickly nodded. “no it’s okay! i didn’t know people were talking about me like that.”
you laughed a little, and yuji thought you were so humble.
“it’s going great! it’s really kind of you to ask.” you crossed your legs and leaned an elbow on your knee, your chin coming down to rest on the palm of your hand. “it’s a little stressful to manage but i love my girls so, they definitely make it easier.”
yuji lit up. “that’s great! i’m glad it’s going well… i— i know i don’t know much about sororities and things like that but i have no doubt in my mind that you’re the most qualified and deserving of a position like that…”
your eyes softened, and your heart literally ached in the best way over his compliment.
“thank you yuji… seriously. you’re so nice!”
you giggled, and it made him gnaw at the inside of his cheek.
the tutoring session continued after that, and just when you had reached your final hour, you slumped over his desk and groaned softly.
“i’m sorry yuji… my motivation is running out.”
he laughed softly. “it’s okay! it happens. if you want we can stop here—”
“no!” you shot up. “i have to get through it i’ll be so mad at myself if i don’t.”
he looked at you, his eyes gentle. “you’re doing really great so far y/n.”
you blushed, “thank you…”
you stood suddenly and reached over to flip through the pages of the textbook, completely unaware of the way your boobs were practically shoved up his face as his breath hitched, hands tightening on the arms of his desk chair.
you really hadn’t noticed, you innocently wanting to just look and see how many chapters you had left to cover, but when you sat back down and quirked an eyebrow over yuji’s flushed face and blown out pupils… it clicked.
was he interested in you like you were with him?
maybe…
“i need motivation.” you sighed.
he cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure. “i can— i can give you another donut at the end?”
you giggled. “it’s okay! i have an idea.”
he tilted his head, curious. “what is it?”
“maybe we can do like a reward system!”
“a reward system?”
“yeah!” you nodded eagerly. “for every page we cover, i get a reward!”
he sat up and smiled, “oh right! i’ll give you a donut after each page then!”
but you shook your head, and he deflated. “no?”
“do you know about hickeys?”
he choked, eyes widening dramatically. “a—about— well, yeah, i do.”
“maybe that could be my reward! a hickey for every page.”
you smiled at him so fucking cutely, as if you didn’t just ask him for something so raunchy, and his throat literally dried up at your request.
holy fucking shit.
“you want—” he wiped his hands on his pants. “you want a hickey from— from me? really?”
“yeah! only if you’re okay with it, definitely not if you’re not.”
“no i—” his eyes darted from your neck to your face. “i am…”
holy. fucking. shit.
your tutoring session resumed, and yuji literally could not teach you a single damn thing anymore, knowing that by the end of this page he was going to do something that only took place in his dreams.
after a bit, he turned the page and shifted his body to face you, nervous and clammy.
you smiled sweetly and took his hands, yours soft and heavenly as you placed his on your shoulders.
“only if you’re okay with it.” you murmured again softly, tone nurturing as your pretty eyes looked into his.
“i— i am.”
“okay! whenever you’re ready.”
yuji breathed in shakily and out, gulping before coming closer to your gorgeous neck and planting his lips on it.
your hands came to rest on his thighs as he sucked— slowly and carefully, not wanting to suck too hard and accidentally hurt you as his tongue flicked over the spot, the pressure of his mouth making you shudder as he continued to suck and create a pretty purple bruise.
he pulled away when he was finished with a wet smack, his breathing heavy as he searched your face for any indication that he did well.
and you glowed, looking at your reflection on the little mirror that sat on his desk. “it’s so pretty! i love it!”
a hesitant smile spread across his face. “r—really? you can be honest i—”
you looked at him. “no it was amazing! it felt really good!”
his dick twitched.
“okay let’s keep going now!”
well the motivation definitely worked, and funnily enough, you both got through the next page a lot quicker than before, yuji almost immediately turning to face you after turning the page.
this time, he placed his hands on your waist as he sucked. and he sucked, harder and wetter than before as his fingers pressed into you— his tongue running over your new hickey and dragging over the previous one too before reluctantly pulling back, his dick a literal bolder at this point as you squeezed your thighs together, both of your chests panting.
you had barely reached a quarter of the next page when yuji set his pencil down and turned, his cheeks flushed and eyes wide.
“can i please just give you another one?”
you nodded quickly, eagerly, as you both stood and he latched back onto your neck, his arms around your entire body desperately, grazing his teeth against your sensitive flesh and full on making out with it as he messily sucked and ran his lips all over your neck this time, a moan slipping from you as he did that it made you slap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment.
“s—sorry—”
“don’t be don’t be—” he breathed quickly, walking backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed and he sat, pulling you with him and grabbing at your thighs for you to sit on his lap.
you listened, your neck littered with yuji’s hickeys as you subconsciously and softly grinded on his crotch, him groaning into your neck and biting down harder as your breath hitched.
yuji lost it at this point, all forms of moral out the fucking window as he dragged his long wet tongue from the side of your neck and up to your cheek, kissing and licking deviously at it as his hands squeezed hungrily over your plushy thighs.
he pulled back, eyes half lidded.
“can i—” pant “can i give you hickeys on your tits?”
