No, he is not seething that his baby refuses to say dada.
“dada.”
“mama!”
“no. dada.”
“..mama!”
A vein pops in his forehead. His gut is bubbling with the same green churning ooze that always overflows when his wife haggles with a vendor among the farmers markets and their eyes drift down too low.
“…dada.” He attempts again.
“..mama!”
He droops his head against her chubby tummy. Immediately, her pudgy potato hands come to grip at his hair, cooing happily at his warmth.
“I’ve fed you the same banana puree for months.” Satoru murmurs.
“I change your diapers eight times a day. Eight.”
“I adjust your blankie too many times every night because you hate it when it covers your face.”
“I gave you my last strawberry edition mochi yesterday. And you still won’t say dada.” He’s begging at this point. He lifts his head up to peer at her big doe eyes, only to melt again when he’s met with the exact same eyes that he fell in love with many moons ago. He lets out a droopy sigh, before blowing a small raspberry on her chubby tummy, eliciting a happy squeal from her.
And to further make him grumpy, you casually pad in from the other room to visit the duo- an innocent smile etched on your face, unaware of your husband’s inner turmoils. As soon as your slippers cross the boarders of the nursery, she’s zoom-crawling towards you with a speed akin to a little ant finding a crumb.
Satoru bangs his head against the play mats, “Autocracy wins again.”
Synopsis: You just bought a new lipstick and wanted to show it to your boyfriend, a clumsy smudge ends up turning into something sweeter. wc:0.6k
Tags: gn! reader, fluff fluff and fluff! No smut, yuuta and reader just started dating (they're very awkward), yuuta is super shy, and I think that's about it.
You balanced your phone against a stack of textbooks, your fingers trembling slightly as you adjusted the angle. The golden hour light was soft, but it felt like a spotlight at the situation.
Behind you, Yuuta stood like a shadow, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He was looking at the floor as if your gaze was weighting on him.
“Are... are you recording?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
“Not yet,” you murmured, your own face heating up just from the proximity. You held up the tube, showing him the shade—a deep, bitten-cherry red, quite out of your comfort zone in make-up but you were feeling pretty bold. “I just wanted to see what you thought of the color. I'm going to record it so I can see how it looks in this light, okay?”
Yuuta looked at the lipstick, then at you, then back at the floor. “You want me to... be in the video?”
“Yeah. Just... sit with me.”
He sat. He moved closer with non existent grace, yet stiff and careful not to let his shoulder brush against yours. He stared at the lens with wide, deer-in-the-headlights eyes.
“You look like you’re being interrogated,” you teased softly, though your heart was hammering against your ribs.
“I feel like I am,” he admitted, a small, shy smile flickering for a fraction of a second.
You hit record.
The silence of the room felt heavy, filled only by the sound of your own breathing. You lifted the tube, your hand shaking just enough that when you went to apply it, you accidentally swiped a messy streak across your cheek.
You froze, looking into the camera preview with genuine wide-eyed embarrassment. “Oh... no.”
Yuuta’s head turned slowly. He saw the smudge, and his entire demeanor shifted. The shyness didn't disappear, but it was overtaken by a quiet, focused concern.
“Wait,” he breathed.
He leaned in. He didn't grab your chin; instead, he hovered his hand near your jaw, his fingers twitching as if asking for permission. You tilted your head toward him, your pulse racing.
His thumb touched your skin. It was feather-light, hesitant. He rubbed at the smudge, his eyes locked onto the spot with intense, quiet concentration.
“It’s... it’s not coming off,” he whispered. He was so close now that you could see the way his eyelashes fluttered.
“Maybe...” your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard. “Maybe you have to use more pressure.”
Yuuta’s gaze drifted from your cheek to your eyes. The air between you felt electric, thick with everything neither of you had the courage to say. He leaned in a fraction more, his breath warm against your skin.
You couldn't help it. The nerves reached a breaking point, and instead of a grand gesture, you let out a tiny, nervous huff of a laugh and leaned forward, pressing a shy, dry kiss to his cheek.
Yuuta jolted, his eyes turning into saucers. He didn't move. He looked like he’d been struck by lightning.
You didn't stop. You were already committed. You pressed another quick, fluttering kiss to his jaw, then one near his ear, each leaving a faint, rosy mark.
“W-Wait, [Name]—” he stammered, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled the lipstick.
You pulled back, hiding your face in your hands, the recording forgotten. “I’m sorry! I just—the video—I messed up and then I—”
Yuuta was staring at his reflection in the phone screen. He touched the marks on his face, his movements slow and dazed. He looked at you, then at the camera, then back at you.
The silence stretched, long and awkward and sweet.
“Did I... did I ruin it?” he asked softly.
“You did fine,” you squeaked through your fingers. “I’m stopping the video, I'm sorry Yuu-.”
As you reached for the phone, Yuuta’s hand shot out, gently catching your wrist. You looked up, surprised to see a spark of something—not quite confidence, but a very brave sort of shyness—in his eyes.
“Wait,” he said.
He leaned in. It wasn't fast or smooth. He bumped his nose against your cheek first, let out a tiny, embarrassed "sorry," and then—ever so carefully—pressed a kiss to the center of your forehead. Then one on your cheek.
He paused, his face inches from yours, his breath hitching. Slowly, as if asking one final silent question, he closed the gap.
It was a soft, trembling kiss right on your lips—brief and sweet, tasting of the cherry-red lipstick and pure nerves.
He pulled back just as quickly, his chest heaving as if he’d just run a marathon. He wouldn't meet your eyes, looking instead right at the ceiling.
“I... I think this color suits you well,” he whispered, his ears flaming as he looked away, covering his mouth with his palm.
You stared at him, your heart doing somersaults. You looked at the screen—the recording was still going, capturing both of you sitting there, glowing red and looking everywhere but at each other.
“Yeah?” you breathed, a shy smile breaking through.
“Yeah,” he nodded, his gaze, soft and warm, finally meeting yours. “It definitely does.”
🎵"Catch my heart
Ca-ca-catch my heart, baby" - Yena
Genre: Fluff with a bit of stress
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Reader's gender is not mentioned (GN), Bestie Yuji, Panda and Nobara playing cupid, The weird tension you only feel when you have a crush, embarrasment, the horrors of playing tomodachi life with evil friends, possibly game inaccuracies but I tried my best to write this as I played for full accuracy, possible Texanisms, spelling and grammer
Sum: Yuji just got Tomodachi Life Living the Dream on his Nintendo and made everyone makes miis. Will your crush on Yuta be exposed while playing it?
A/N: Been playing too much Tomodachi life I hope yall enjoy this.
Yuji has been running around with a big goofy grin all day grabbing people one at a time and forcing them to make a Mii of themselves. You were honestly kinda excited to watch Yuji play and see how everyone’s Miis would interact. You'd been seeing gameplay online and were kinda jealous of everyone playing it. Yuji jumped out of his seat beside you shouting at Megumi not being able to hold back his excitement “Hey go get everyone! Y/N just finished making their Mii!!!! Finally everyone can interact!” And before you or Megumi could agree Yuji dashed out himself to start gathering people.
A while later everyone was gathering around as Yuji excitedly set his switch into the console for it to be on the TV. He sat in the middle of the room and you were sitting right beside him.
You looked up and saw Yuta and Inumaki walk to sit on the right side of the room, both of them perfectly in your field of vision. You were secretly thankful for that and as much as you hated to admit to yourself you liked watching Yuta. In the least creepy way possible. ok maybe slightly creepy. Your eyes always drifted to him in group settings and you were secretly hoping you’d get a good view of his reactions to the game. You loved the sound of his laugh, when he smiles, or the face he makes when he’s confused and most importantly he’s very easy on the eyes so if the game got boring and Yuji yelled at you for being on your phone you had something else to look at for entertainment.
Yuji elbowed you and whispered “I’m going to make Okkotsu’s Mii hate your Mii” you gasped and elbowed him back “you wouldn’t dare” Yuji stuck his tongue out at you and admitted “I actually don’t think I can force them to do much especially not fight, but you shouldn’t stare too hard he might look back at you and accidently turn into stone” he turned back and pulled up the intro of the game as you gave him a slight shove.
Nobara gave Yuji a puzzled look as the game music started to play “don’t you have to at least have 6 Miis and do a good bit of game play before you can add as many Miis as you want? Who did you add before you got us?”
Yuji smiled wide “well myself of course, then I got Megumi, Gojo-sensei, and I caught Panda and forced him to make one when I saw him getting snacks at 3am last night” Yuji giggled “I just played until I was allowed more”
Maki looked at him suspiciously “I thought you needed 6 Miis, who are the other two?” As if on cue the game lit up the TV and Yuji’s Mii was chatting with Jennifer Lawerence and Megan thee Stallion. This earned a few giggles from the room. Yuji sat up defensively “Hey a guy can dream leave me be! This isn’t about me, let's get everyone’s Miis to interact!”
Everyone took turns on the controller interacting with miis, playing games, coming up with funny words and phrases for them to say. So far Panda’s mii and yuji’s mii both had a crush on Megan thee stallion and both were arguing over who she would choose, Mii megumi kept showing everyone else's miis his music, Nobara and Maki's miis moved in together which made both of them very excited, Inumaki's mii was somehow everyone's 2nd or 3rd best friend, Yuta was given the toy sword which he kept pulling out, and your mii just kept wanting to interact with others.
During Panda's turn with the controller he kept making his mii interact with Megan much to Yuji's dismay. After 5 minutes of them going back and forth over who was more deserving of Meg and discussing what they would do to Klay Thompson you started to get a bit bored and pulled your phone out to surf social media. You tuned out what was happening around you becoming too entranced in your phone finding yourself down a rabbit hole by accident when you heard Yuji shout "Y/N has a crush on Okkotsu!!"
Your heart was racing so fast you thought you were going to need medical attention and you could feel your face heating up against your wishes. You gave Yuji a hard elbow staring at him wide eyed for shouting that out loud for everyone including Yuta to hear. If you weren't on a stretcher or passed out on the floor in the next 60 seconds you were going to beat him
"OWWWW!! What is that for? Yuji asked with a hurt scowl on his face as he motioned to the TV. You felt like an idiot....he was talking about the game. Of course he wouldn't blurt out one of your most confidential secrets to a room full of people. Now you were the idiot for having such a reaction though. You hoped no one saw although you could still feel that your face was red and you were praying it was dark enough in the room for no one to tell.
You immediately looked over in Yuta's direction, accidentally locking eyes for a millisecond before you averted your gaze elsewhere and you felt your heart starting to race once more. With your new view you caught Nobara smirking at you in your flustered state. Oh god... now she knows too. She made heart hands at you and you decided staring directly at the TV was probably your best bet of escaping this humiliation.
Panda was very enthusiastic "Yes, Y/N's mii of course I think you and Okkotsu would make a good pair" he hit the button and your mii officially had a crush on Yuta. Lucky for you the attention of the room shifted as Panda instantly went back to making his Mii talk to Megan some more.
Panda's time ran out and Nobara was now the one with the controller and she showed your wayward soul no mercy. Upon getting the controller she instantly grabbed Yuta's mii and made him interact with yours. All throughout her turn after taking care of miis requests she would check to make sure you and Yuta were still interacting with each other. When questioned about it she simply said “Well they are close friends. Y/N even calls Okkotsu by his first name. Of course I'm going to make them interact”. But you could see the glint in her eyes.
Towards the end of her turn Yuta's mii had a pink thinking bubble appear and Nobara was practically jumping in her seat. "please be what I'm hoping! Please!" She clicked on the bubble and Yuta's mii said "I can't explain it, but Y/N is on my mind all the time lately.” Nobara lifted the controller high in the air smiling widely "Finally!!"
Maki let out a hearty laugh "Look at Okkotsu!" she let out another giggle upon turning everyone's attention to him "Did Rika eat a chameleon? I didn't know you could turn red". She and Nobara were practically falling on top of one another from laughing so hard.
You looked over and sure enough Yuta was sitting bent over with this palm covering his mouth and what you could see of his face was red. "Tuna Mayo" Inumaki defended his friend by giving him a pat on the back.
Surprisingly Megumi was yalls saving grace grabbing the controller out of Nobara's hand. "It's my turn." Nobara gave him a shocked look but quickly went back to giggling with Maki as everyone moved on. Megumi did not torture you further more and instead focused on drawing his pet demon dog to give to his mii and having a surprising smile on his face as he did so.
When he finished it he handed you the controller. "your turn Y/N" he said a bit flatly. You took the controller and started to take care of the miis that got neglected in Megumi's turn since he spent the whole time drawing. Yuji was Hungry so you fed him a sukuna finger that Maki made in her turn, Maki's mii got a crush on Panda, Yuta's mii had a dream about being in love with you (which earned more giggles and teasing aimed towards Yuta), Megumi's mii got a crush on Inumaki, Panda's mii and Yuji's miis got into a fight then decided they wanted to move in together.
You saw the little mii in the corner lit up yellow with a 1 and went to see which mii needed help. You opened it and saw your mii with a pink bubble over its head. Nobara started to cheer and Panda and Maki let out a few giggles. You snuck a quick glance at Yuta and saw he had a small bit of pink on his face which he quickly covered with his hand once more.
you clicked on the bubble above your mii feeling the hard stare of everyone around you and sudden silence filling the room. "I can't hold back my feelings for Yuta. I need to tell him how I feel.” You felt your heart racing from both what your mii had said and knowing that all your friends and your crush were watching you. Panda broke the silence but honestly made things worse "So when is this happening in real life?" Your mind was racing and you were worried because now everyone knew you were hesitating to choose an option. Suddenly you developed a new unknown fear on the spot. What if Rika had given Yuta a mind reading ability and right now he could hear all the thoughts swirling in your brain and knew you were hesitating because you were hopelessly in love with him? That wasn’t possible was it? Hopefully not.
Your shaky fingers moved on the controller and chose "Don't do it". Yuji turned and gave you a confused look with a raised brow. Nobara shot up straight in her seat "HUHHHH?!! After all my hard work?! Why would you do this Y/N"? You looked towards Yuta and he was sitting up in his seat with a straight look on his face and you couldn't quite get a read on him.
before you were forced to explain yourself Yuji grabbed the controller and lied that your time was up. He passed it over to Yuta. The attention quickly moved back to the game when Jennifer Lawrence got a crush on Inumaki's mii. Yuji gasped out in shock "This is unfair why do you get Jennifer. Well.. I understand because you're a great guy and all but this is unfair!" Yuta let out a soft laugh "He has a way with words". Inumaki nodded his head "Salmon".
Another mii needed help and Yuta wasted no time looking at the notification. His mii had a pink thinking bubble above its head which earned a room full of enough gasps to rival a soap opera. Yuta's face was flushed as he clicked on the bubble above his mii's head. "I can't hold back my feelings for Y/N. I need to tell them how I feel.” Without any hesitation the moment the options popped up he hit "Go for it".
You suddenly forgot how to breathe and could feel both Yuji and Nobara staring you down with shit eating grins. You looked over at Yuta but his focus was completely devoted to the TV. Maki teased "I don't know if the buttons even got to fully load". Yuta didn't reply, though from the look on his face it was clear he heard her. He was focused on choosing a location for his mii to confess. Island spot, Romatically, and same outfit.
The screen lit up with a change in scenery. As Yuta's mii confessed to yours, you felt a bit stupid for actually finding deep enjoyment in this as if he was actually confessing his feelings towards you. You could feel you had a stupid grin on your face that you couldn't seem to make go away despite how hard you were fighting it "Hold it right there" huh??
Megan thee Stallion popped up on screen "The one who truly loves Y/N is me, Hot girl shit" Yuji jumped up from his seat "Oh hell no what is this!" "Y/n which of us do you choose?" The whole room was on edge.
"I'm so glad you feel the same, Yuta" You smiled and looked toward the real Yuta and he had the goofiest grin you've ever seen grace his face. Yuji stomped in front of you "I can't believe both you and Klay Thompson fumbled Meg the same damn month. I would NEVER!"
Yuta let out a self deprecating soft laugh and looked sheepishly to the ground "I'm sure if Y/N had a choice instead of their mii they would have chosen Megan" Panda looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eye "Who would you have chosen?"
You looked at Yuta then Panda "I would choose Yuta. I think being with a famous pop star would be difficult” Panda snorted "excuses, excuses excuses, you know you like him” Yuji being your guardian Angel the whole night swooped in once more “GUYS IT'S 2AM!!! I’m sorry but i gotta go to bed” he said as he walked over to the controller and grabbed it as the others groaned and walked out to go back to their rooms.
You stood up to leave but heard footsteps approaching and someone softly say your name. You turned to Yuta who was a smiling mess. “Did you have fun playing?” he asked, clearly avoiding what he actually came up to you to ask. “Um yeah i did” you replied shyly.
“I was wondering…um actually-“ he looked around a bit nervously “it’s late never mind. I’m sorry” you looked up at him “no what’s a matter?” He shook his head “No it’s really stupid. I’ll see you tomorrow” he started to try to walk away but you grabbed him by the arm. “No, I'm sure it’s not stupid. Just say it” he turned his body towards you but looked away from you "I don’t want this to sound weird or come off wrong but it’s been bothering me. Why did you select don’t do it in the game? I… I kinda thought … ehhh i don’t even know what I’m thinking” he scratched the back of his head nervously and you looked down at your feet “clearly you know, Yuta. Just say it I won’t be upset I promise”
He started picking at his thumb “I’m kinda confused because you picked don’t do it earlier then said you’d choose me..” shit he had you cornered and you didn’t know how to get yourself out this is what you get for prying. “Eh well-“ he cut you off “and last Tuesday you were avoiding me like the plague but then Thursday you told Maki you were swamped with homework but when I asked if you were busy you dropped everything to hang out with me” you remembered Tuesday alright. Yuta was training with Panda and instead of wearing his typical t-shirt he wore a tank top that gave you a full view of his biceps. You were scared that if you talked to him at all the images would flood your brain and you’d flush
“You see… ummm…” he let out a soft sigh “I’m getting mixed signals. I can’t tell what you think of me. One day you act like I’m a disease you need to avoid and the next you are by my side all day.” You looked up at him “I’m so sorry I’d never want you to feel like that. You mean a lot to me, Yuta.” He looked you in the eyes “Then why are you so hot and cold towards me?” You broke eye contact to look at Yuji who was packing up his Nintendo and obviously spying but not coming to save you from this one. You dug yourself too deep.
“Yuta…I’m sorry I don't know what to say” he grabbed your hand “I don't want you to question where I stand with you. Y/N I really like being around you. Some days I feel like the feeling is mutual but then other days like today you make me feel crazy and I just go to bed questioning everything that I thought I had figured out.” You stayed quiet not sure what were the right words to say. He squeezed your hand “I was wondering if you’d like to go with me to that sushi place you really like tomorrow night?”
Huh?! Your head shot up and you saw how flustered and scared he looked and your brain finally processed that his hand that was squeezing yours was very warm and slightly sweaty. “Yuta what do you mean?” You asked as if you were clueless “I’m asking you on a date” you nodded your head dumbly too shocked to speak. “Oh thank goodness” Yuta let out a sigh of relief “I was so worried I really couldn’t tell if I was misreading our interactions I was scared I’d make things weirder than they have been”
You smiled at him “I'm sorry I’ve been shooting you mixed signals. It’s honestly because I was worried you’d realize I like you but clearly that didn’t work” Yuta smiled widely "hmm it kinda worked til tonight when I saw your reactions to the game” you looked down slightly embarrassed you definitely looked too happy when his mii confessed to yours huh? Your stupid face can't control itself. Yuta leaned to the right to look behind you before standing straight and looking back at you again he was still a smiling mess as he spoke “You should help Yuji I think he’s having trouble getting his Nintendo in the box he’s been trying to get it in there for 5 minutes now” you looked at Yuji who had the look of a child getting caught lying to their parents on his face.
Oh my god you were going to kill him.
Thank you so much for reading it means a lot to me. Comments and likes are very much appreciated XOXO
synopsis : what began as simple teasing and speculation gradually turned into a consistent habit
content: slight nsfw – making out, plot heavy, lowkey ooc yuta
word count: 5.7k
note: not proof read, highkey word vomit
yuji exits from the rear door and sees you and yuta alongside a few others—no, the whole group. he waves a hello and yells out a loud, “hey!”
everyone turns their head to the side to see yuji skipping his way to them at a near distance.
“oh, yuji, are you done with clean-up duties?” maki grins out and yuji rolls his eyes knowing that he’s been assigned to do clean-up duties alone because he lost a game.
“i asked him to pick between morning clean-up duties or afternoon and he chose morning.” fushiguro says while yuji eyes him carefully.
the whole group laughs when he stomps the remaining steps towards the empty space beside fushiguro and nobara. settling down onto the green grass, he can’t help but chuckle when nobara pinches his waist to tease him further.
the sun is bright and out and everything feels just right. sat beside yuta under an oak tree, you watch how the group converse with each other with obvious familiarity and comfort. a smile makes its way to your lips when you realize how strangely warm you’re feeling right now.
“you alright?”
a voice steals you back to reality. his voice fading the background of laughter and your attention focuses solely on him now.
you tilt your head to the side to see yuta leaning down, face close to your own, and his eyes wide in interest as to why your cheeks are blaring red right now.
“huh?” was the only thing you can blurt out.
having yuta’s face so close to your own and his hand resting behind you to prop himself straight so he can lean down with no problem is not exactly the most ideal situation to be in considering how your face can often betray how you actually feel.
“you’re like really red right now, [name].”
your eyes stare back at him when he asks that and for a second, you question why are you both staring at each other so deeply as if you’ve got your own little world.
but the tension dies down when you shake your head frantically, causing him to back away. more so when you put a hand between you two to create some sort of gap because the proximity is driving you a tad bit crazy.
“yeah, i’m okay just… suffocated.” you breathed out, opening one button on the upper part of your uniform revealing a white shirt underneath it.
“ah, training.” panda blurts out, completely ruining the happy mood that everyone’s in by reminding that they still got quota for the day.
nobara rolls her eyes, “let’s go [name]-senpai, maki-senpai.” she stands up lazily from the green grass, inviting you two to change with her.
before standing up, you spare yuta a glance. a smile makes its way to your lips before following nobara and maki.
when finished with changing, you three made your way to the open field to see everyone else warming up before starting. descending the flight of concrete stairs towards them, your eyes stilled on yuta who is clad in a loose navy blue shirt and loose pants. katana clutched in hand as he gives you a closed-eyed smile when he catches your gaze.
“do you wanna do drills with me?” yuta is the first one to approach you, taking long strides to meet you halfway.
he stands before you, a smile plastered on his lips as he shakes the two wooden swords in his hands, hoping you’d say yes. he hovers over your figure but his eyes never look down, he bends just a tad bit so that he can speak on eye-level with you.
perhaps, that’s the part where your heart should begin racing, right?
you nod your head and he hands you the other wooden sword, a silent yet victorious huff escaping his lips.
with the sword in your hand, you two distance yourselves from the others. “go easy on me, [name].” yuta chuckles when he sees you roll your eyes at his words.
“yeah, as if i need to go easy on you.” you shake your head in disapproval, not buying his weak-guy act. “if there’s anyone who should be going easy, it should be you.”
“i won’t hurt you on purpose, you know that.”
yeah, because that means something.
it leaves his lips in the smoothest way possible and you can’t help but stagger in your movements and freeze in place for a fraction of time wondering whatever he meant by that.
your swords clash each other, bouncing off impact time to time. the echoes of the wooden weapon making contact with one another is rippling right into your ears and you can’t hear anything else in the background.
not even yuji yelling.
“[name]-senpai—! spar with me too!”
you only hear it the third time he’s yelled because yuta jerks his head to yuji’s direction. you follow the direction and see yuji beaming at you with sparkling eyes. practically begging his upperclassman to spar with him.
you look back at yuta who shrugs his shoulders in defeat. “i yield.” he raises his arms in the air and with that, yuji leaps through the air to take the wooden sword from yuta.
the air is light when yuji looks at you with innocent eyes. your lips tugging into an equally wide smile when you realize that yuji's been looking forward to this. so, as his most esteemed upperclassman, you can't really let him down.
with a leap on your dominant feet, the air shifts and the next thing you see is yuji right in front of you. the sword clashing in between you two and your strength equals each other.
"i've been meaning to ask you, senpai." yuji says as you two repositions.
yuji slices through the air when you dodge but your swords come in contact again when he blocks your next attack. your eyes staring back at him with your eyebrows furrowed this time, confused why he's got a somehow somewhat unexpected question for you.
you hum in acknowledgement and yuji's smile widens even more.
your confusion only reaches its peak when yuji suddenly takes a big breath—
"[name]-senpai, are you and okkotsu-senpai going out?"
your vision blurs because he doesn't only whisper it to you—he yelled it out. his loud volume echoing through, probably, the entirety of the campus and obviously, the whole group heard it. your arm weakens and yuji's able to push you, making you stumble behind.
but what's even worse is that, the people around don't exactly discourage yuji for yelling so loud. in fact, they join in.
"right! i've been wondering, too!" nobara grins like crazy, "they're totally dating, itadori. why are you even asking that?"
you're too shocked to even deny it as of the moment. their voices blurring into the background and you're too deep into disbelief.
megumi doesn't do a lot to scold them, instead he just watches, listens, and nods.
you regain back your sense of reality and you stood back up straight. waddling towards them with en exhausted expression, sweat dripping down your forehead.
"no way." you deadpan at them. glaring at the three first years. "he's a friend. a best friend even, maybe." desperately shaking your head to debunk whatever has been planted into their heads.
steps make their way towards you and behind you, you feel him already. your heart skips a bit, scared for whatever reaction he has.
"yeah, she's right." yuta nods his head, a pout evident in his tone. "don't go yelling stuff like that, itadori." he scolds with a grin.
maki hums from the side and she crosses her arm, "but really, you two wouldn't mind dating right?" her glasses shine as she eyes you both carefully. the three first years doing the same, anticipating your replies.
but nothing came.
a minute passes by and neither of you got to open your mouths to answer—to deny, or to say yes. just mere silence encasing the awkward situation.
but good thing, panda's there to save the day.
"yeah, totally dating."
or not.
"salmon." you sneer and glare at toge when he makes a sound. he hisses back and puts both of his arms in the air. guilty, he says.
yuta shuffles behind you and you don't have the heart to even look around and face him. because after all that, yuta still didn't answer on his own accord to save himself or you from whatever rumor is about to start.
and suddenly, you feel tension between you two. as if magnetic opposing each other, too tight to even go unnoticed. did what just happened change everything?
you bit your lips until blood seeped out faintly and you feel the metallic taste on your tongue.
you hate how it all suddenly feels heavy.
how all of the sudden, you can't even look at him the same way you did just a moment ago.
everyone resumes training like usual, but you feel tugged by something intangible. as if something is keeping you from staying in the same vicinity as yuta because of what happened.
the distance is obvious. how, you are purposely sparring with someone far away from him, or inviting someone and letting them walk the long way so that you'd be doing drills meters away from him.
yuta's focus has been disturbed. his strikes get lousier, his defense becomes destructible and his eyes are wandering.
when training finally comes to and end, the entire group collapses onto the ground. arms and legs spread out as if to make a snow angel, a sigh leaving their lips as a sign of exhaustion.
you look to your side to see yuta by the concrete stairs, head leaned back, eyes staring at the white sky. his chest heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath from the extensive sparring he just did with maki.
maybe you've been mistaken and that you're just looking too much into the situation.
you decide to toss away the distracting thoughts. quickly shaking your head side to side in attempt to relieve yourself of the confusing thoughts that the situation earlier brought you.
"water?"
there's a cold sensation on your cheek now, bringing you back to reality when you've been completely consumed by your thoughts again.
your hand reaches out to take it from them, casually opening it as if you haven't been offered a cold bottle of water by the same man who haunts your peace right now.
when you do take it, he takes a seat beside you. you scoot over to the side to give him some space and when the background noises blur again, leaving you alone with yuta's presence so close behind you, you feel like running away from whatever this situation is.
"thanks." you hand the bottle back to him.
yuta looks at you, "you okay? training didn't tire you out, didn't it?" he asks indifferently and it makes you think if you're the only who looks at the situation as if it's the oddest thing on the planet.
you shake your head to spare him a response, "all right."
"good."
"[name], let's go to the cafeteria." maki calls out to you, making you look up from the material you're reading. you set the book down to join the other second years.
sat by the benchers of the cafeteria waiting for panda to finish buying snacks for the group, you placed a hand against your cheek, lazily looking out to the distance. mind slowly wandering to sensitive topics such as your best friend suddenly acting as though you two have something going on. and the fact that he does it consistently doesn't help.
"earth to [name],"
maki's voice pulls you out of your dreamland again. these days, you've been staying more and more into your archive of thoughts. wandering and skimming through every question that only you and your mind have access to.
"yeah? sorry." you blink rapidly, straightening your posture as panda approaches with a bunch of snacks in his arms. your eyes sparkle when you catch a glimpse of your favorite snack—though, not exactly a snack but a rice meal.
you reached out your hands to panda and he instinctively gives you your favorite thing to eat. "wow, real thanks, panda! you know me so well." you hum in satisfaction, slowly peeling the upper cover away to reveal the delicious goodness inside.
panda huffs at this. maki sighs while watching you devour the entire meal in one go. "slow down, [name]."
her voice is muffled by the sensational flavor of the meal. the rice is cooked just right and the sweetness along with the saltiness of the food melts on your mouth. everything is just right.
however, mid-chewing, your mind asks you again.
where is yuta?
"hey," and your lips betray you by asking out loud. "have you seen yuta?" you eye the three of them and they shrug.
"probably with gojo-sensei or something." maki tosses you a tissue as you throw the empty packaging inside of a trashbin beside you. wiping your fingers against the tissue you snort, "yeah, probably."
then, silence engulfs the group.
"nothing beats lazy afternoons like this when gojo-sensei is occupied with something else that doesn't include making us train."
your body slowly leans against the bench, hands laid on your stomach as you let out a yawn. the wind blows warmly with the hot weather and now you're craving something sweet and cold.
"it's so hot..."
"salmon..."
you slowly close your eyes when you feel the heat radiating through the air, humidity making your skin sticky and your forehead sweaty. "real hot..."
"you guys are here?" yuta's voice is obvious when he calls from behind you.
maki hums first then panda who grunts, inconvenienced by the heat that's making his fur stick to one another.
you pay no mind to yuta—or, you tried to. which you fail miserably when he casually, again, takes a seat beside you on the bench. but in hopes to seem indifferent, you don't open your eyes nor make big movements to show that his unexpectedness has made your heart race just a tad bit faster.
it's hard not to be flustered when the subject of your confusion and overthinking suddenly arrives and takes a seat beaide you.
"hey,"
maybe, you were too overstimulated from the heat to even hear his voice calling out to you, or maybe you're just ignoring him on purpose. but surely, you can't ignore the way his pinky is hovering over yours in hopes yo get your attention in some way.
you purse your lips into a thin line because ignoring him would just be a waste of your time. "yeah?"
"have you eaten?" he asks out of the blue and now the questions have doubled.
you nod your head, still keeping your eyes closed. not wanting to open them and see yuta right beside you and have your cheeks blare in the color of scarlet red and have everything, including your feelings for him, out in the world.
"[name] still has space for dessert, though." now what was that for, maki?
you cursed in your head, swallowing a lump when you hear yuta chuckle. "then let's eat ice cream. it's good for the weather, too." he invites.
"you know what, i'm gonna to take a bath. i'll pass." maki is quick to reject. "i need airconditioning, yuta." and panda, too. "salmon." and of course, inumaki does too.
"come on, my treat, [name]."
having no choice but to give in, you nodded your head. slumping your body against the wooden bench and the group snickers as they scatter away to do their businesses that most certainly doesn't include buying ice cream with yuta to relieve the heat of the sunny day.
yuta is the first one to stand, stretching out his arms, letting out a groan before complaining, "it's really hot."
you hum in agreement before following behind him. the ice cream shop isn't that far away from the campus, surely it's just a five minute walk.
but a five minute walk with yuta meant agony to you.
it's basically like inviting awkwardness, silence, and combined introvertness into the already tense atmosphere.
but, with you, yuta will find whatever topic there is that will make you talk. because, simply, he likes hearing you talk.
and that, you don't know about. because yuta keeps secrets. a lot of them. big ones too. and most of them include you.
halfway to the ice cream shop, yuta asks, "you mastered your technique yet?"
it's been a while since you last spoke to each other properly. he came back from africa not too long ago and the way that he's changed a lot intimidated you; making you less confident in walking up to him and striking up a conversation.
it's strange because you used to do it without any hesitations before.
but now, it's hard to even maintain eye contact with your so-called best friend when his figure is now a lot broader than what you are used to. now that his voice is a tad bit deeper but the innocence still lingers. now that he towers of you at an obvious difference.
"i'm almost there." you reply, voice timid, unsettled with the way that you're casually conversing with the one who disrupts your sleep because you overthink every little detail of the interaction you have, and will have with him.
he nods and he sways his body to it. and when he does, he gets closer to you.
you don't know if it's intentional or it's just because of the way he's swaying. but nonetheless, you don't want to know.
“they’re really…” you trail off, hesitating before continuing. “onto this matchmaker thingy, aren’t they?”
and an awkward laugh escapes with a choked breath when you finally say it. yuta laughs alongside you, although the only difference is that he’s laughing as if he’s heard the lamest joke ever.
it’s not that hard to realize that yuta’s not laughing whole-heartedly. because when you look up to see his expression, he’s not beaming the wide smile that you’re used to.
“yeah… really into it.” there’s an emphasis on the second word that you don’t miss.
and now, you wonder why he’s so awkward with it.
the walk was agonizing to you. and when you finally reach the ice cream shop, you feel the lump in your throat undoing in relief.
he enters the shop and looks over the array of displayed flavors. he points to one flavor specifically, “you should get this one. it’s really good.” he recommends.
your eyes follow where his finger is pointing, nodding when you find the name and appearance satisfactory. “i’ll get that, thank you.”
yuta’s lips tug upwards into a smile at this, opening the freezer to take two—one for you and for him.
but when you see how he’s about to take two of the same flavor you stop him. “get this one,” your hand clasps around a different flavored ice cream. “totally recommend this. balanced stuff, right here.”
yuta raises his eyebrows and looks the product in your hand when you raise it up to show him. it doesn’t take long before he’s chuckling, “alright.” he says in between laughter.
you two ended up eating ice cream of the flavors that you recommended to each other. perched on the bench outside, you both nod enthusiastically, letting the foreign flavor melt on your tongue like gold.
satisfaction builds up when the heat is finally replaced with the cold goodness of the ice cream that tastes a bit better because you’re having it with yuta. not to mention, he paid for it. and, it’s apparently his favorite flavor.
“let’s go back?” he asks you, tossing out the trash for the both of you.
you raise a hand, “wait for a minute, i want to buy them something too.”
it’s not always your day off from jujutsu-related things so when you do have them, you want to spend it in the best way possible—and that being cleaning your room.
what started off a mere teasing and you didn’t to think much of, became somewhat somehow a routine.
spotting yuta by the end of the hallway as you’re on your way back to your dorm room after tossing out your trash, you wave a hello.
“[name],” he smiles, waving an equally enthusiastic hello back. “have you eaten?”
there it is again. smooth and casual. yuta asking you if you’ve eaten for the day.
you’ve grown used to it—yuta asking you if you’ve had your share of the day’s meal. but you can never understand why he does it. consistently, too. he never misses a day, never goes by without asking you. whether it’d be in personal, or on your social media connected accounts.
you shake your head, dusting off dirt from your hands. “i’ve been cleaning since i woke up so… yeah, nope.”
and as much as you wanted to clean up some more, yuta’s makes that so hard to do.
“let’s go out? my treat.” because he will always, always, ask you out to eat when he receives a no answer from you to his practiced question. “i know a restaurant that just opened by the block.”
you look around for a second, wondering if you’ll give in or just stay cooped up in your room the whole day cleaning up things that will never seem clean to you.
sighing, you decide to go for the former. you nod your head, “give me time to get ready, please.”
yuta smiles at this, “see you by the gate in 20.”
you enter back into your dorm room and you’re met with neatness. sighing and slumping yourself onto the sheets of your mattress before realizing an incredible dilemma.
clothes.
you immediately shoot up from your bed and run to your closet, quickly rummaging through folded and hanged clothes. but to no avail, you slump yourself onto the floor and against the side of your bed.
maybe this isn’t a big deal at all. maybe your usual clothes that you wear whenever you’re with friends will do. because, in hindsight, yuta is your best friend.
but your mind can’t decide. all of the sudden, everything looks so out of place. one set of clothes feel too home-y and the next feels too over the top.
everything feels so wrong now that you have this small feeling inside of you that feels the need to impress yuta in your own way.
not that you’ll ever admit that.
20 minutes and now you find yourself face to face with yuta by the gates of the campus. he wore nothing too flashy, just casual and just right for this experience one may call a date.
and you on the other hand—
“nice outfit. you look really pretty.”
and the compliment just slides out of his lips like it’s nothing. as if he’d just thrown your dilemma right under the bus because it felt so easy, too easy, to compliment you that it felt like you didn’t need to go through all that trouble to coax that one statement from him.
your cheeks betray you. they grow red and you can feel blood rushing up to your cheeks and ears.
you hide behind a handkerchief in the guise of a cough. looking away before replying with a timid and shy, “you don’t look bad yourself too.”
you two began walking to where the restaurant was located right down the block. the walk was silent, he did throw some random facts here and there to not make it obviously awkward and you appreciate his efforts.
finally sat onto the soft velvet cushions of the restaurant and opposite to each other, quite literally facing each other as if on a date.
he hands you the other menu while he skims his own.
“which one you want?”
now this is where your indecisiveness comes to ruin the day. your lips agape, hesitating whether to speak words that you will probably regret because everything seems so good right now.
yuta notices the reluctance in your shoulders and he lets out a low chuckle, “get this one.” he recommends something and you let out a sigh of relief. nodding your head and going with whatever he just recommended.
menus are taken back when your order has been placed so now it’s just you, unoccupied, and a seemingly enthusiastic yuta in front of you.
you thought of what to say for a short time before remembering a certain encounter.
“hey,” you called out to him and he hums. “you know, last time someone came up to me.” you continued, tone slowly becoming less and less awkward and now leaning more into comfort.
yuta nods his head in anticipation, “yeah?”
“they asked me who i was with, then i said your name because you, yeah, we were together at that time.” you shrugged, “they asked me for your socials—i think they’ve taken a liking to you.”
he laughs at your final statement. a whole-hearted at that one, as if he found yours words the most hilarious thing on the planet.
“so that’s why i had one friend request the other day.”
you nod your head, trailing off a long “yeah…” before apologizing, “sorry i gave them your socials without asking.”
he shakes it off saying it’s not big deal.
“but really, yuta,” hearing his name has caught his attention and he’s now back to intently listening to you. “what’s your type? like relationship-wise. because that girl… seemed to be really into you.”
yuta thinks for a while. and you feel quite relieved that he doesn’t find the question weird at all.
as if a bulb lit up on his head when he perks up the moment he’s done thinking. “i really like it when people go along with my plans—even the most spontaneous of them.” he looks at you, deeply at that.
and for a second, you feel like drowning into his stare. it’s intense, as if he’s begging that you get the message.
but you don’t because you’re too hard on yourself to even believe in that sort of thing. to assume.
you nod your head in strong agreement. “yeah, well, that sure is a must…”
but there’s a lingering thought in you that you refuse to acknowledge. it gets the same treatment as you give to your own feelings—denial.
you thank the restaurant when the food arrives just in time before you drown even further into your thoughts as they come unsolicited together with yuta’s intense stare.
you thank the waiter that delivered your food and you accept the utensils that yuta hands you.
a few bites into the meal, he gets this one question in his head that he so wanted you to answer.
“just a quick question—” he says mid-chewing, swallowing it before speaking again, “be honest, what was your first impression of me?” your utensils freeze in place when he asks that but before he could catch you in another staring contest again, you dig into your meal.
the question is unexpected to you but you think anyway.
but vulnerability creeps in, hesitating whether you let him in one of your most treasured secrets. you look up at him and he’s anticipating your answer, eyes staring back, hoping he’ll get some serious answer to quench his curiosity.
“i wanted to get close to you when we first met.” you reveal, “you were like this cowardly boy who doesn’t have any clue about the world i grew up in and i because of that… i kind of wanted to protect you.”
the warmth is evident with the way that yuta’s eyes widen ever so subtly. expression reflecting the surprise he’s feeling within. it’s all mixed up—fuzziness, fluster, and joy. all of his feelings are jumbled into one big ball and he’s unsure if he can take it still.
you continue, deciding to just tell him, “but ever since you came back from africa…” you hesitate again, “you changed a lot and i don’t think you need my protection anymore.” swiftly redirecting the mood with a laugh and humorous words.
yuta laughs along, his chest vibrating with every meaningful laughter that exits his lips. “then, i should be the one protecting you now, yeah?”
but you don’t say anything. you just roll your eyes, shrugging it off and treating it like one of his jokes. but a part of you whispers desires that you want him to mean it.
the next day is an equally laid-back day. having been finished with your lessons and training earlier than usual, the entire group decides that it’s the best time to watch a show at yuji’s small dorm room.
it started with nobara crashing yuji’s room, with fushiguro hanging on by a thread with nobara’s tight grip on him as she drags him along to her shenanigans. then it’s followed by panda and toge who just, on accident, walks by yuji’s room and sees the television turned on with a movie running its intro.
maki doesn’t follow much later, she ends up inside the oddly crowded room of yuji after looking for panda with you and yuta following behind her.
and that’s how it ended up being a get together inside of yuji’s cramped room.
you sit beside yuta as always—it’s not even intentional, it’s instinct at this point. perhaps, yuta has wired the routine into you.
he’s a bit too close to you. both of you sat behind everyone else, and while their occupied with the movie, you are too busy becoming one with your thoughts.
but the usually organized array of thoughts that you have are now scrambled into pieces when it’s disturbed by yuta placing his head on your shoulder. you let him do so, finding the act normal as he usually does it on a daily basis whenever he can.
and you just never really called him out for it. justifying it inside your head as some sort of best friendly act.
you don’t know when it started though. the fact that you started seeing him as someone who wouldn’t do this with the intention of being your best friend. you don’t recall having an exact date when you began wanting for more.
but you’ve confirmed it all during that one date. when his words alone have smashed through the boundary between your feelings and reality.
you realized that you may have been dragging it for too long now that if you do it for longer, you’ll end up being more confused.
because, what is there to be confused about? when yuta’s actions and words say everything.
they have always done so. you just never had the heart to acknowledge them in fear of losing whatever best friend shit you have going on with him.
but you want him more than you want your peace of mind. because there’s this lit up hope in you telling that he’s going to bring nothing but clarity to you.
when everyone else was too indulged in the movie, you whispered to him in a way that only you two will be able to hear.
“when did you start seeing me as more than a friend, yuta?”
he doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t make any movements to startle the calmness in this. instead, he replies with certainty. “from the very moment you first spoke to me.”
silence ensues in between you two and you lay your head on top of his. letting it all sink in.
but something is missing. you’d hate to disrupt the sweet ambiance of your small moment but you have this strange attachment with your belonging. “i think i left my phone in my room, i’ll get it real quick.” you shoot him an apology before excusing yourself.
when the door closes, yuta feels something cold make contact with his hand and when he looks down, he finds your phone there. settled behind to where you were sitting.
he sighs before excusing himself too to catch up and give it to you.
he knocks on your door and you let him in. “it was just behind you.” he hands you the phone and you sigh in relief, “thank goodness. i couldn’t find it anywhere here so i got nervous for a sec.”
he chuckles. but that’s all because it doesn’t take long before awkwardness wraps around you two again. standing in the middle of your room, face to face with each other and no word is spoken.
“look, i need to tell you—”
your words are cut off before you can even finish when he leans in suddenly. he’s sure, and the way that he kisses you so softly is evidence of that certainty. you don’t do anything to tell him to get off, you don’t effort much to go against the kiss.
instead, you mould your lips with him as well. your hands wrapping themselves around his bicep as his hand finds settlement in your waist.
he leans back an inch away before locking lips with you again. your hands gripping tightly as you try to keep up with the desperation that you feel when he’s hungrily chasing after you.
you feel yourself slowly being backed up against the edge of your bed. his hold against your waist is secure so when you fall flat onto your mattress, it doesn’t hurt. your hands move to clutch and card through his hair, lips never leaving one another.
his thumb draw circles on your waist and you feel like going crazy. you let your hands fall onto his shoulders, pulling him closer as his tongue finds entrance into your mouth. swirling against one another, saliva mixing as you reach peak intimacy with just a kiss.
you both finally let go of each other when air becomes a need. you stare at each other for a few moments before yuta decides to speak first.
“let’s go out.”
is the first thing he says and you can’t find an ounce of sanity in you to handle that kind of directness. your mind is in a haze but there’s sureness when you nod your head.
“i like you. yeah.”
with your swollen lips beaming brightly, proud that you’ve finally let your feelings out after denying them to yourself for a year.
he catches your lips again for yet another makeout session. but when he feels your hands tugging against his shirt, as if asking him to take them off, he stops.
he leans back and stares at you with hesitant eyes. you tilt your head to the side, wondering if you’ve done something wrong. “why? it’s all right.” you give assurance but yuta doesn’t give in.
“i’ll take a rain check for now, [name]. i don’t think i’ll be able to stop.”
thats a wrap, the idea was kind of repetitive lol i tried
It was as if it was your mission to push him to his limit. He knows you can be a handful sometimes but today it was worst. He wasn’t having it, and what you did next was the last straw. You sat in the driver seat of his precious car that he loved so much. A project that took him years to complete to his liking. One that he would never let anyone put a finger on it but you. Because obviously you came first but the car was second. He sighed as he pressed his forehead against the window.
"Unlock the car." He said looking at you through the window.
He couldn’t see you because of how dark the tint was but he knew you had a nasty smirk on your face. One he was going to wipe off the second he got his hands on you.
This was currently happening because he was busy helping set up the next race with a friend over the phone. It takes pretty long to plan out because it had to be a safe and secure place. It was illegal street racing so there had to be extra security measures. This was taking pretty long to the point of you begging for his attention. You’ve been following him around the house like a lost puppy and would pinch his cheeks any time you could. When he told you to leave him alone you would mess with him more by biting his ear. At last you got tired and grabbed his car keys knowing that would get his attention.
The second Yuta heard keys dangling he ran to the garage to see you shutting the car door. He hand to end the phone call so the person on the other side would be able to hear everything.
"I’ll give you anything you want, just open the door. Is it food? A new bag? A plush?!" Yuta said desperately. He tried hard to keep his cool but every few minutes that passed he could hear you pressing things.
"Oh man your radio is doing some weird noise, I think I might of actually done something." You yell.
Yuta felt like his legs were going to give out on him. His precious car was being slowly broken by his precious girl. He couldn’t let you know that it hurt him this much though.
"I just don’t want you upset anymore, you know I like knowing my girl is happy. So common out so we can get some ice cream." He says as he grabs the door handle.
The ice cream sounded really good so you unlock the door. The second he opened the door he lunged himself forward and snatched the keys off the ignition. You looked at him shocked as he slowly backed up. This was not how you expected a grown man to act. You Burt out laughing not being able to keep it in. He smiles at you sweetly as he heard your laugh.
"It’s cute that you think this is funny." He grabbed you out the seat and wrapped his arms around your thighs. He easily picked you up and took you inside where he plopped you on the couch.
"I got invited to show up at a car meet, dress up so we can go." He says as he started to grab your heels from the floor.
“No" you say firmly.
He looked at you with a brown raised.
"Right, are you done being petty? Yuji has been going on about his new car and said he’s going to show it off at the meet. He’d be mad if we don’t go"
Grabbing a small leather jacket he throw it over his shoulder with your heels in his other hand. Walking to the door and leans over your shoulder.
"I don’t want to hear anything come out your mouth about being cold." He said as he grabbed the keys from the table and walked out first.
The second you step outside a gush of wind hit you. You could feel how you hairs immediately stood up from the cold. You would have ran back inside and change but then that would be proving him right. Stiffly you walk to his car and get into your designated seat. The heater that he had running thankfully warmed you up. You relaxed into your seat as he drove. It felt as if you were back in bed under thoes soft blankets.
Arriving at the the abandoned parking lot you look out and noticed that it seemed that it hasn’t been walked on for years. Of course it wasn’t empty because of all the people arriving at the but it didn’t look quiet lively yet like the ones you’ve been to so far. Yuta was the first one to step out of the car and take a look around. The second he opened the door a gush of wind came running in making your sink into your chair more. Unfurtunally your wonderful boyfriend had taken the key of the car meaning there was no more warm air running. You couldn’t quiet tell if he took them just to be petty. Running the seat of your hand up and down your skin you began to wonder if you should ask him to go back home so you can change into something more suitable. The only thing stopping you was your ego and the fact that you guys had just driven an hour to get here.
Resting your arm on the door you watch as he is talking to other people. He takes his time coming back to get you from the car but swears its because he’s scoping out the area for danger and people, he wouldn’t want you to be around. From what you’ve seen people would love to meet you, but your big scary boyfriend was the issue here. Not only was his resting face trouble but he would latterly block there way with his tall figure so they wouldn’t get to you.
Giving onto the cold you turn around to see what you can find in the back seat of his car. Usually, he kept his car pretty clean, so it was unlikely to find any article of clothes or blanket in the back. Leaning over the chair you look find a few things in shopping bags he must of forgotten to take out. Opening them you find basic hygienic stuff and a pack of rubber that causes you to roll your eyes. The car suddenly became colder making you retreat into your seat so you could curl up but as you did you felt something spanked you.
Looking back quickly you see Yuta smiling at you with the door wide open.
“What was that for?” you glare at him.
“For being a brat, now common Yuji wants us to go see his new build.” He said as he crouched down and put your heels on for you, he then held his hand out for you to grab. Chills ran through your body the second you touched it, he was freezing cold, was he even alive at this point? because he felt like a dead corpse.
Stepping out make sure to stick to him like glue, seeing that he was your only source of warmth. Hopefully Yuji had his car running so you can hop inside or even better, a nice warm hoodie.
Walking to the other side of the parking lot you could see Yuji leaning against his car.
you decide to book it towards his leaving your boyfriend stunned at your actions. Grabbing Yuji, you shake him to either unlock his car or to give you anything warm. He laughed at you nervously seeing Yuta was getting closer and knowing that he wound probably not appreciate either.
“ill see if I can find a blanket in the trunk, I tend to take naps during work.” As he left to the back Yuta grabbed your arm so you could look at him.
“what’s up with you? If your running towards him like that people are going to think that you have something going on with him.”
Yuta tends to get jealous quite easily and uses the excuse of what would other people think or say. He also says that he’s just trying to keep you safe because he knows better, apparently being a few years older than you made him that much smarter .
“sorry y/n, must of left it at home today. Ill ask around for you though.” He says as he shuts his trunk closed.
You sigh feeling defeated, if only a kind soul would lend you something so you could keep warm.
“what was she asking for?” Yuta asks looking at you and then him.
“she wanted something to cover up w-“ “DON’T” you yell out so he wouldn’t finish that sentence.
It was too late though, Yuta could easily figure out what he was trying to say and he looked at you with a, oh really? Look. He grabbed you and brought you closer to him.
"no need to do that Yuji, she wanted to come looking like this. She’s going to act like a big girl and stand by what she chose. Unless she asks me." He turns to look at you but you snap your head.
As they talk and talk about the new car your eyes are wondering around. Looking at the different people who show up to things like this. Your uncle wasn’t coming today because he had a dentist appointment. Thank god because usually woman would flock around you just so you can talk about him.
You wondered when they were going to start making the car shows they do. Or when they would start doing the interesting stuff. As you eyes continue to wonder they stop on something odd. You could see a girl hiding behind a car. You squint to try and figure out what she was doing exactly. You didn’t notice how much you wear leaning to see until you started falling forward. Thankfully Yuta caught you by extending his arm. Your body leaned on his arm as he pushed you back up.
"Can you sit still for a second?" He asks you with a lowkey irritated tone.
Yuta said you had a bad habit of wondering off and moving around too much. He swears you lack attention span.
You cross your arms and ignore him. Continuing to look you could see her looking at some guy from afar. Potential crush? Potential love making? This was the excitement you’ve been seeking for! She was such a cute girl too. She wore a skirt with a fluffy coat over her that made you feel nothing but jealousy.
Sneaking away from Yuta, you take small steps before completely running away. You got good at it from the amount of times you have done it by now. When you did you made your way to the girl and crouched down.
"Excuse me" you say quietly.
The girl twirls around and lets out a gasp. It happened so fast that you didn’t notice how close you were from her face.
"You scared me!" She said as she held her chest trying to calm her accelerated heart.
"So sorry I just noticed you from a far and was wondering if you were alright." You say shyly.
She looked back at the direction she was originally looking at before looking back at you. It looked like she was debating to tell you.
"I think my boyfriend is cheating on me." She finally confesses.
You looked at her stunned. This was absolutely not the answer you were expecting. You lean to the right to also peek at the guy. He looked like your average but if you had to be honest.
"Tell me more." You grab her hands.
"When he’s at my place he so loyal and treats me so well but my friends… they’ve been telling me that they’ve been seeing him go around with almost any girl who talks to him." She sits on the ground looking a bit defeated. "We’ve been together for almost five years and I can’t believe he’s doing this."
"Hey I think I have a plan to figure out if he is." She tell you.
She looks at you with a hopeul expression. You grabbed her by her hands and lead her to some place more secret so you guys wouldn’t be found. But before leaving completely you glance at Yuta to see him turn around. Finally noticing your absence he looked panicked. He looked for you in every direction making you go walk a bit faster. If he were to find you right now he would definitely not let you continue this exciting investigation.
Leading her to a different part, you guys began to plan things out fully.
"It’s pretty simple you just go out and flirt with hi- oh god darling are you not freezing? Where’s your coat?!" She goes off track one she notices what you were wearing.
"I forgot it at home and yes I’m freezing!" You tell her.
"Unfortunately I only have what’s on me, but that’s a great excuse for you to go up to my man’s and flirt with him."
You stand there and think for a minute. What would Yuta say about this? What would he think? What would he do if he caught you? The last one was too scary to think about.
"Let’s do it!" You say.
It wasn’t hard too find him again. He was revving his engine and you could hear that from afar. From what you could tell there was no sight of your boyfriend. Which was a good thing because he could not be there while you flirted with another man. Walking towards the crowed you turn around and throw a thumbs up to your new friend. This was lowkey exciting. This is something you would see in shows and movies. Pushing through the crowed you make it to the front to see him in the front seat chatting with the people around him. This was your time.
You walked slowly towards him and bend down so you could get a good look at him.
"Love your ride, never seen something this exotic." You say complementing his Supra, you went lying it was a pretty neat car because of the wrapping and different types of piece on it.
He looking at you with lazy eyes, he was definitely high, those red eyes couldn’t mean anything else, there was also the fact that he reeked of it.
"Thank girl, say have I seen you before?" He asks
You place your finger on your lip as you try to remember if you guys actually met, but you had no memory of it. You shake you head at him as he still looked you up and down.
"Geez arnt you cold?" He says grabbing your hand to feel your temperature.
"Freezing, I was wondering if you had anything I can wear or even let me hop in your car to warm up. That is if you’re not gonna get in trouble, if you know what I mean." You smile at him.
"Naw girl hop in, or better yet sit on my lap. Gonna warm you up real quick."
Your jaw almost dropped from not expected such a response. You cough and look back for some help. This was enough from no?
"You sure? You don’t have a girl? I don’t wanna start anything you know?" You say hoping he would admit to having one.
"If I did I wouldn’t be tellin you to sit on my lap." He smirks. He opened his car door and patted his legs telling you to sit.
Before you could say anything a hand reached out from behind you and slammed the door closed. "There you are babe, iv been looking for you everywhere, now why wernt you where your supposed to be?" He says putting his arm around your shoulders.
You look up to see Yuta with an irritated face. You shrug at him and start to walk away but he pulled you back.
"I’m not going to play games with you y/n, next time you do that I will literally put you on a leash." He smiled as he patted your head.
"Hey man! Who the hell do you think you are to slam my doo- oh Yuta what’s up man!" He says changing his attitude immediately.
"Hey dude, sorry I was just getting my girl. Say arnt we set up to race next time? It’d be unfortunate if something happened to your car before the race huh?" Yuta says
The guy gets the message real quick and doesn’t say anything.
As Yuta is dragging you away you caught a glimpse of of the girl.
"He’s a cheater!" You yell out loud.
She gives you a firm nod with a sadden look. Who wouldn’t be sad to find out their significant other is a cheater.
Back at Yutas car he sat you down in the passenger seat and he went to the back of his trunk. Last thing you needed was him pulling out a chain to strap you down. When he did come back he was holding a small blanket. Your eyes widen as you snatched it and wrapped yourself with it. It’s was so warm, so soft and it smelled just like him.
"Next time admit your warm before you decide to do something stupid." He try’s to be mad but knows he can’t.
"So why were you flirting with that guy?"
You look at him from the side of your eye panicked. There’s no way he could have hear that right? Like that some supernatural ability if he did.
"What are you talking about? I was only complementing his car." You sink into your seat.
"You think I’m dumb? I saw the way you were standing, the way you were playing with your hair, the way you presented yourself. You did all of that when you were trying to get with me."
You didn’t say anything to him
"Next time you need or want something you come to me, your dad or uncle, no other men. You got that?" He flicked your forehead to get your full attention.
"Ow, yes Yu I get it."
He looked at you with a serious face. He did this all the time, if he was scolding you and asked you if you understood he wants to hear "yes Yuta" not anything short or sweet.
"Yes Yuta…" you mumble.
You guys ended up going home early because it was indeed getting to cold. Even with a blanket your toes felt like they were on the verge of falling off. The second you guys stepped into his warm apartment you felt at ease. The warm air coating you once again. Yuta came from behind and hugged you, he kissed your cheek as he threw his keys on a table.
You stand there awaiting nervously for what was to come. You knew you wernt getting off so easily.
"Explain everything," he says as he takes a seat in the couch. Man spreading as he scrolls on his phone.
You sigh as you try to take a seat next to him but he was quick to stop you.
"Absolutely not, on the floor until I say so."
You grit your teeth as you flash him a smile. You sit on your legs as you explain everything. Missing no detail.
"… I’m not sure how to feel about this. Not loving the fact that you were trying to flirt with another man." He lifted your head up from your chin.
Tears started swelling up your eyes as you saw how mad he was. You couldn’t lie he was really scary like this. This had to be the first time he’s ever been this mad at you.
His facial expressions softened when a tear rolled down your cheek. He wasn’t the best when it came to crying people. His hand moved from your chin to to top of your head. He pushed your head down so you could look at the floor as he looked away from you.
"You don’t have to cry." He said.
He could hear your sniffling a few seconds later causing him to sigh. He picked you up from the ground and cradled you in his brace. Your face hurried in his shoulder.
"You want to try that new restaurant you were talking about yesterday?" He asks.
˚₊‧꒰𓆩 ♱ 𓆪꒱ ‧₊˚ forbidden love, brat taming, 5 year age gap, 18 + content, exhibitionism.
Arriving at the place he tells you to wait in the car as he goes to fetch you some water. You comply only because you felt so tired. He kindly rolled the window down for you so you could get some fresh air. Closing your eyes you began to relax. You could hear chattering from the people outside but it wasn’t enough to bother you. You wernt about to tell people they couldn’t speak or so you thought.
"Y/n! I’m surprised to find you in Yuutas car! I thought you said there was nothing going on with you two." Mahito says as he standing at your door.
You really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. Also Yuuta wouldn’t be so happy just like last time. If you didn’t want to be scolded then you would have to shoo him away before your boyfriend got here.
You tell Mahito that you actually figured things out and to leave you alone. He obviously didn’t care since he was still standing here. You also couldn’t roll the window up because Yuuta took the keys. You groan as he kept pestering you about how he saw Yuuta with another girl last week. You didn’t care about that though because you didn’t know him till three days ago!!!
"You don’t look like a taken women, where’s the ring? The marks? Or his hoodie?" He says inspecting you up and down.
"Look Mahito I’m kind of busy right now. I need to actually go look for Yuuta." You say as you start to unbuckle your seatbelt. You could not be seen with this man. He’s had been blowing up your phone since that day you met him and you regrets sharing your contact information.
"There’s no need for that because he’s coming this way." He says pointing at Yuuta who was walking back with a water bottle in his hand. He obviously wasn’t wearing his normal smile either. You sink into your chair as you cover your face with your hands. This was not going to end well for you.
"May I help you?" Yuuta said trying to sound nice even though his face didn’t really help.
"Oh no I’m just catching up with my friend here." Mahito laughed as he grabbed your shoulder playfully. You would quite use the word friend to describe your relationship at all.
"That sounds wonderful and all but we really need to go." Yuuta said as he gets in the car and drives off to the other side on the area. He drove where all the other competitors parked. He pulled up your window not wanting the same thing to happen again.
Your eyes grew big once you saw the cars. They look so good and unique. Yuuta ended up parking next to Itadori and the same girl you saw Yuuta talking to the day you met him. He turns to look at you and asks you about what Mahito said to you. You tell him everything but emphasize that you wanted no part of the conversation.
Yuuta let out a simple "tsk" as you finished speaking. "I don’t think you need anything to let people know your mine." He said clearly pissed off about what that guy said.
Then you said something you shouldn’t have.
"What if he’s right? A hickey wouldn’t hurt." You say shyly.
He turned to look at you surprised. "There’s no way you’re agreeing with him y/n. Plus hickeys are so tacky."
You couldn’t help but feel disappointed in the response. "Maybe just one wouldn’t hurt." You mumble.
Yuuta looked at you for a second before pushing his chair back and leaning it down. He then pats his lap for you to crawl on. Was this him saying yes to the hickey? That was actually so easy.
You comply and sit there comfortably. Then he leads you to his lips and kisses you. It was a really slow and passionate kiss that had you melting. He makes you strap his lap as he bites your lip. You let out a groan from the sudden pain. This gave him his an easy opening and starts exploring once he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You could feel as his hands were being occupied your chest as he groped them roughly. Your hands go up to his hair as your fingers intertwine with his hair. His very soft, silky, jet black hair that smelled of coconut.
His hands then decide to go to your behind. He groped them and massaged them to his pleasure. Loving the way the filled his hands up. You follow his lead by pulling his member out of his pants. Nobody would see what you were about to do since your back was facing them. So jerking him off while you made out wouldn’t hurt.
"Since you want everyone to know who you belong to." He said in between kisses. "I guess we’ll have to show them right?" Yuuta said as he abruptly lifted your skirt up. You gasp and try to turn around to pull your skirt down but his grabs you and pulls you down so you would be laying on top of him with your ass in the air.
You look at him horrified, "what are you thinking?!" You say trying escape his grasp.
"Just showing the world who my girl is." He said as he forced your hands to lay on the small of your back as he used his other hand to remove your panties. With one hard tug the string to your panties broke.
"Yuuta!" You yell furiously.
"Now this is a side I have yet so see." He smirks at you. "Such a feisty girl huh?" "You wanted this Angel, just look at everyone around us with there phones out. Taking photos and videos of your adorable little cunt." He said as he aligned his member with your hole. In one swift motion he slammed himself inside making you shutter.
You moan as he pumped himself in and out of you. You wernt a virgin but you also wernt that experience in this. You grip tightly the hand that Yuta was holding you trapped with. This was not how you imagined your first time with him being.
"I guess Gojo was right, you do get everything you want. Such a spoiled little brat."
You could feel how he stuffed you so much that your stomach felt full. If it wasn’t for Mahito you wouldn’t be in this mess. If it wasn’t for you agreeing with that man you wouldn’t be doing this. This was so embarrassing and so vile. The second this stopped you were going to go off on this boy. You could wait to tear him into pieces. Even better you should just wreck this stupid car. Destroy everything he loves because he just destroyed your dignity.
You called him so many names that you wouldn’t be able to count. Everytime you did he would just laugh and go harder in you.
"Yuuta please I’m begging you to stop! I don’t like this at all! I’m so sorry for agreeing with him, I’m so sorry for everything." You moan
"But your gripping me so tight down there, are you sure we didn’t just discover a kink of yours? Lets see." He said as he pulled out and turned you around. He grabbed your legs and opened them wide infront of everyone.
You squeeze your eyes shut not being able to look at everyone because this was too embarrassed. That’s when he slipped inside you again and started plowing you. You throw your head back onto Yuutas shoulder from the pleasure as he used you. It felt so fucking good, so much better than you imagined. You hated that you loved it. You loved the feeling of having his cock inside of you, his heavy breathing, his moans, the wet sounds, and the little praises he gave you here and there. Eventually you were on the verge of releasing but you couldn’t do this infront of all these people.
"Hey look isnt that uncle Gojo over there?" Yuta points out as he’s still going in and out of you. You look up tiredly and make eye contact with him from afar. That’s when you start frantically thrashing around for Yuuta to let go of you. Though this boy had the strongest grip on you.
You couldn’t let Gojo see you like this, this was going to be the worst thing ever.
"Yuuta let go! You had your fun torturing me so let go! Please, oh god." You cry feeling the wave of pleasure suddenly hit you 10x harder.
Your body began to shake as you came all over his member. Your vision was blurry and a loud moan escaped your lips.
"Fuck, atta girl. Relax and release." Yuta praised you as your tense body started to shut down. He pulled out of you and let your body rest on the steering wheel as he pumped his cock a few more times before ejaculating. You could hear him huff in satisfaction.
On the other hand you were just thinking about all those videos and photos that were going to be circulating on the internet. Not only that but the fact that Gojo saw you in such an embarrassing way. you had to come up with a plan but maybe later because you couldn’t think quite right right now. You hug the steering wheel as Yuuta cleaned up his own mess.
"That was so good, I had no idea I was so pent up." Yuuta said cheerfully as if he didn’t just do something horrible. He noticed that you wernt responding because you were genuinely upset.
He wrapped his arms around you as he nestled his face into the crook of your neck. "Don’t be upset y/n, do you want to know something?" You sat there in silence but he still continued. "These windows are so tinted to the point where it’s illegal. Meaning nobody saw a thing."
Your anger stopped and turned into something worst. You turned to look at him and then
*smack*
Yuuta didn’t bother to doge it because it was well deserved. Before you could say the most jaw dropping thing a knock on the window was heard. You both look to see it was Gojo. Yuuta tapped your thigh indicating for you to move back to your seat. As you crawled back he pulled your skirt down quickly.
When he opened the door Gojo looked at the both of you for a minute before telling Yuuta to step out.
"The race will start in 30 minutes so they want all of us to get in position." Gojo said as he pushed his sunglasses up. Though Yuuta found it odd because it was literally dark outside.
"Don’t tell me your going to drive with thoes on." Yuuta laughed but the other one didn’t.
"What happened to respecting me so much that you wouldn’t lay a finger on my niece." Gojo pointed at Yuutas chest aggressively.
"What are you talking about?" Yuuta tilted his head.
"Fuck, you think I’m stupid don’t you? Messy hair, wrinkled hoodie, you reek of sex and lastly look what’s peeking out of your pocket." Gojo said angrily.
Yuuta looked down slowly to see your pink panties stuffed effortlessly into his pocket. He looked up at Gojo slowly trying to think of the best excuse.
"Im just holding them for her."
Gojo pinched the bridge if his nose. He had no idea what to do with the both of you.
"Im literally about to give you a matching mark on the other cheek." Gojo said as he shook his head.
"Should I call you uncle in law from now on?" Yuuta asked with a sheepish smile.
"Don’t get too cocky. I’m not allowing this at all." Gojo snarled
"Hey how about we bet? If you Win I’ll leave y/n alone. If you loose then I guess you’ll be seeing me around more often." Yuuta smiled.
Gojo was thrilled with this bet. His pupil really thought he can beat him? The best drag racer in Japan? He had no idea what he had coming. Poor y/n was going to be so upset when she finds out that Yuuta lost.
Gojo brought his hand out and Yuuta shook it to seal the deal.
The cars lined up on the empty street. It was four cars in total due to it only having four lanes. Usually it would be two cars at a time but it was hard to get to all of the racers. Especially in a place know too well for street racing.
The second a cops sees a crowed or here’s loud engines they are on the way to disperse it. All the cars lined up next to each other. Racer number one seemed to be some new person, number two was Itadori, three was Gojo and Yuta was the fourth one.
Your boyfriend told you that you needed to stand with the crowed because he would hate for you to get into an accident. He said he would never forgive himself if something happened to you. So you stood with all the people, next to Maki and Shoko. Shoko was here as first aid, she wasn’t going to fix a broken bone but she was here for life saving measures like cpr, bandaging, cleaning wounds.
You rock your feet back and foward excited for the race to start. You could hear as they flexed the loudness of their cars. Out of the three boy’s you knew, you know they loved competing to see who had the best sounding exhaust and engines. Though you couldn’t lie the first car sounded like a monster compared to the rest.
Two girls walked in between the cars and did a small dance to hype of the crowed. Both of them in synchrony pointed one flag to the right and the other to the left making sure the racers were ready. Then they lifted the flags high up in the air for a bit to build up suspense and finally they went down. All four of the cars accelerated quickly and went off, leaving smoke behind them and a loud screeching sound.
The roads to racing on the streets were sort of short, it’s nothing about skill but how your car is built. People would go crazy lengths to make sure there car was fast. The amount of money that goes into these bets were also crazy. You could rank up so much money from winning a few races.
The first and last two cars where neck and neck. Going very fast down the road to the point of almost loosing sight of them. Luckily there’s a person at the end that would see who came first. You fidget, nervous to know the results of this race. That was until you saw racer number one swerve all the way to Yuutas lane. You could hear the loud break sounds of all of the cars. Number twos car somehow flipped over, and Gojos spun out of control. Your heart snuck to the ground as you witness the accident. You could see Yuutas white car in the field to the right.
You start running to the scene with Shoko next to you. How could this have happened? The closer you got the stronger the smell of burned tired lingered in the air. You could see Gojos car wasn’t totaled and Yuutas car was on the grass.
"Go check on Yuuta, I’ll get Yuji, and Maki will see Gojo ." Shoko said as she jogged towards your the flipped car.
You made it to Yuutas car and open his door to find him sitting there breathing heavily. Thank god he looked fine, just a bit spooked though. "Yuuta, what happened?!" You say trying to unbuckle his seat belt for him. He slowly got out of his seat and sat on the grass.
"I can’t believe I actually managed to escape that crazy bastard." Yuuta said as he turned to look at the finish line where racer number one was at.
It took you a second to figure out what happened. It wasn’t a freak accident, it was done on purpose. That person did it so he could be the one to win. Yuji car must of flipped from how hard he braked. Gojo was stuck in between Two cars and had no way of dodging but tried to anyways. While Yuuta had enough time to react and got out the way even if that meant getting off the road.
"Oh Yuuta I’m so glad you’re okay but you need to come and help to get the others." You say pointing to the cars in the back. Yuuta gave you a firm nod and followed you.
At the end everyone was fine and were able to walk off the scene. These boys were obviously not in the condition to be driving right now. You could see they were still jumpy so you offered to drive them home in Yuutas car. Gojo told Itadori that he will have both the cars towed to his place. He agreed and you all drove in silence. You could feel some sort of tension but maybe you were imagining it. You stopped for some pizza and took it back to your place so everyone could eat.
"I can’t believe they let him race! I thought we all agreed on banning him because of last time!" Gojo said angrily as he took a bite out of the pizza.
"What happed last time?" You ask.
"The same thing but the person he was racing against ended up in the hospital." Yuji said.
You cringe just imagining the injury’s he must of gotten.
"They should start making it where the opponents have to agree to race each other. If I knew he was going to be there I wouldn’t have raced." Yuuta said leaning back on his chair with his arm around the back of yours.
Gojo agreed as much as he didn’t want to. It was better to be safe than having hospital debt.
You retreated to bed early and got ready to sleep for the night while Yuuta stayed behind.
"Technically I won since the deal was that if you lost you had no say in our relationship. If I remember correctly Sukuna won tonight." Yuuta said with a smile.
"I’m going to tell Suguru and he’s not going to be very happy about it." Gojo said as he started cleaning the table.
Itadori just sat there amazed to see far distant cousins bickering. He’s always seen Yuuta as a calm cool person but clearly they were taking digs at eachother.
"He’s going to get mad at you more for letting y/n go to a car meet, and for leaving her alone with me." Yuuta said as he started walking away. "Goodnight uncle in law." He said as he reached your door and entered.
When he did he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Finally he was going to get some rest after a long night. What was even better was that he was going to be sleeping with you. He could just imagine the cuddles right now.
"Y/n I still have your panties in my pocket, care to claim them or are they my souvenir?" Yuuta said as he finally opened his eyes to find you shaking your head with a panicked look. He looked at you confused until he looked to see someone standing next to your vanity.
"What the hell did you just say?" Geto crossed his arms.
Continuation of part 1, I’m horrible at descriptions so… also please read authors note down below!
˚₊‧꒰𓆩 ♱ 𓆪꒱ ‧₊˚ forbidden love, brat taming, 5 year age gap, 18 + content, gagging.
Gojo ended up picking you up and taking you home. You couldn’t help but feeling so happy from tonight. You bopped your head to the music Gojo played in his car as you relived thoes memories in your head. If your uncle wasn’t here you would be screaming and kicking your feet. You Guys ended up exchanging contact information but you felt to nervous to text him first. What do you even say? You wernt trying to sound childish and just set hey. Maybe he was the type of man that like woman who played hard to get. Though that wouldn’t make sense since you were the one to confess to him.
"What had you all giddy?" Gojo asks as he noticed your absurd behavior.
You callado your hands together and look at him "I’m just so happy you took me out uncle Gojo, do you think I can come with you to the race?!" You say looking at him with your big glossy eyes.
Gojo let a loud hum as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Trying to think if he should let you go or not. Yuuta didn’t say anything bad about you tonight so maybe he would agree. But Geto would get back from his trip in the morning. Then again he’s leaving to America the day of the race so the odds were perfect for you.
"I’ll agree if you don’t embarrass me tomorrow at dinner. I’m having a few of the guys competing coming over and the last thing I need is you telling them my business."
All three of you lived together in this house because well they didn’t find the need in having their own place. Gojo would feel too lonely and nobody would be able to take care of you back when you were younger while Geto had trips. So it was a win win situation if they lived in one place.
"But won’t dad get mad if you bring people from drag racing home?" You tilt your head.
He let out another long hum. "I doubt it, he knows most of them. Plus it will remind him of the good old times. We were so young and wild, you probably wouldn’t be able to recognize your pop’s. I’m just not sure if you’re going to be allowed out your room but in case you are granted permission you better shut your mouth." He says as he drives down your neighborhood.
You roll your eyes knowing that you would have to convince your dad.
The next day you woke up to see you dad was home. You gave him a hug and helped him bring his things inside. You usually never woke up this early but you had eavesdropping to do. You had no idea who was coming but you hoped it was Yuuta. Like why wouldn’t he come? He’s Gojos pupil after all!
You help prepare breakfast and serve it to you dad and uncle as they spoke. Nothing could beat pancakes and bacon on a lazy Sunday. The second you heard Gojo say "hey Suguru" you knew it was going to be about a favor or idea. You quickly threw your portion of breakfast on a plate and ran to the table. Sitting down you pretend to not care about their conversation like usual.
Gojo told him about his dinner plans and your dad said that it was fine with him. Though he wanted to know who was coming over. He wasn’t going to let Gojo bring just any stranger inside.
"Yuji, Todo, Shoko, Nanami and Yuta." He said
Hearing his name made you choke on your orange juice making them both quirk a brow at you. You had no idea why you were so surprised by it since you called it not too long ago. You coughed as you waved them off telling them to ignore you.
You could see your dad’s face as he was thinking deeply. "Sweetheart are you nervous about having so many guys over? That’s okay you can stay in your room and hang out with Shoko." Your dad said looking concerned.
"No! That’s not it at all, I just couldn’t believe uncle Gojo has that many friends!" You say trying to somewhat change the topic.
Gojo let out a dry laugh. Not being able to believe you at all. He didn’t try to interrogate you about it though. Soon dinner time arrived and you had finished cooking the curry. When Gojo or your dad had small dinners like this you’d get paid to make the food. Them being rich meant heavy paychecks in your pocket. How else are you supposed to afford to keeping up with the trends. Setting your apron aside you heard the door bell ring.
You quickly run to your room to get ready for the night. You brushed your hair, did your makeup, and put on a silky light purple dress on. Everything and to be perfect tonight, you had to be perfect. Was this color good or did it make you look like a kid? You soon began to mess with the paint of your manicure. You stood at your door for who knows how long anxious to see what’s in the other side. Yuuta had yet to text you making you feel like you like this was one sided. Then again you hadn’t texted him either but that’s because you didn’t know what to say. What are you supposed to say to a guy like him? You didn’t want to seem annoying or desperate. It’s almost as if he heard your thoughts because a text soon came in.
Yuuta: I wonder what you’re doing in that little room of yours that is making you take so long. Trying to look cute for me?
You could feel your heart pounding heavily against your chest. Opening the door you walk down the stairs to see everyone is here. The first one to notice you is Yuuta who’s looking at you as if you were prey. You feel a sudden shiver knowing he has eyes on you. Those were the same dark eyes that had you melting last night. You approach the table where everyone is talking to introduce yourself but you knew there was no need.
"Ah my dear y/n, everyone this is my daughter y/n who just graduated high school not too long ago." You dad said making everyone look at you. The last part was unnecessary but either way you give them a small wave as you excuse yourself into the kitchen to start serving food. Pulling plates out the cabinet you place them out and start serving them one by one. Putting a spoon of white rice on one side and the curry in the other. When you got to the table you couldn’t help but look away from him. He made you feel so nervous that the butterflies in your stomach were about to burst out. The way he looked at you was so intimidating that it made your legs weak. Oh how you hated how this boy had a huge chokehold on you.
"They put my Angel to work I see," you hear someone say as they grab your waist. You jolt at the sudden surprise and turn to see that it was Yuuta. Today he wore a black shirt with some casual grey slacks. You give him a nod as you go back to serving food. Hands shakily holding the plate. You see as his hand comes into view and holds the plate still for you. All of a sudden you’ve become mute. Not being able to say anything but blush. His other hands snakes around your waist as they trail all the way down to your thighs. You bite your lip trying to hold on any possible squeak that may come out of you. It’s not that you hated it, more like it was driving you crazy. How his cold hand slowly moved up. Teasing you by gripping the fat of your inner thigh. His large hands then proceeded to go back up. Going under your dress just to stop when he found something interesting.
"Where have your panties gone? Did they get lost on your way here? I can also see that you have no bra on from how perky you nipples are looking through the dress" Hes says as he slids a finger in between your folds. You muffled a moan as his finger slid deeper into your wet slit. He makes you put the plate down slowly since he noticed your body quivering too much. He wouldn’t want you dropping a plate and making a mess.
"Gone all shy on me angel? You were so bratty and demanding yesterday. Or could you be trying to be on your best behavior tonight?" He asks as he brings his coated finger up to his mouth and taste your slik. This was not what you thought would happen tonight. You took him for a shy guy who was scared to do anything but here he was toying and tasting you. "You look so fucking perfect like this, my cute obedient angel letting me do anything to her."
"What’s all this chattering about?" You both freeze at the sudden question. Yuuta is the first one to turn his head around to see it was your dad standing in the kitchen entrance. Thank god Yuuta was huge and covered your body up so easily because you were mentally a mess right now.
"Ah I just came to help your daughter out with the food. Felt bad knowing that we were just sitting while she worked." Yuuta said as he grabbed the plate you set down and turned his body fully with another one he found next to him. Geto gave him an approving smile as Yuuta began to walk out the kitchen. He stopped half way in his tracks to look at you.
"By the way y/n, it tasted amazing."
Your face suddenly became beat red knowing what he was referring too. When he left you handed two plates to your dad. He couldn’t possibly think he was leaving the kitchen without being a helping hand. He gives you a tired smile and takes the plates to the table.
When you’re done you bring your plate to the table. Then you noticed the only available seat was in between Yuuta and your dad. You nervously sat down in between them and started eating. The dinner went by fast and easy. Everyone complimented your cooking skills and asked for the recipe. Gojo shut them up real quick saying that he would never allow his niece to give out such valuable information. You and Shoko spoke about how annoying these two grown adults were and there random things as you had Yuta on your left caressing your thigh. Shoko eventually pulled out a cigarette and started smoking making your dad roll his eyes.
"Shoko can you let me have a few drags?" Yuta pirks up when he sees her light it. She shrugs and hands it to him. You didn’t know he smoked at all though you didn’t know much about him period. You watch as he leaves the dinning table and walks to the back porch outside.
"I thought he stopped smoking," Itadori says
"He must be craving something, back then when he was a rookie he would smoke when he wanted something. If he wanted Icecream but couldn’t find an open shop he would simply smoke. Though that was years ago. Whatever he’s craving must be driving him crazy." Gojo laughed.
You could feel the heat began to pool down there. Your gaze turned to look at him to find him blowing out smoke while looking at you from afar. There was no way that he could be craving you?!
The dinner soon came to an end and everyone was leaving. They were bidding there goodbyes outside but Yuuta had stayed back for a bit to be with you,
"I’m guessing you’re going to the race tomorrow?" Yuta asks as he looks at you.
"That’s the plan, I guess I’ll be seeing you then." You say as you give him a hug. He gives into it and hugs you tighter. Placing two soft kisses on your forehead. Your heart sunk in pain as he waved goodbye and left.
The next day you sent your dad off to the airport. Gojo had stayed home trying to do some mechanics on his car before the race. He would do this every time he had a race, spending all day until everything seemed perfect for him. You grew tired of waiting on your uncle so you went into the garage.
"Can you make Yuuta pick me up? I’m so bored and you take forever to fix the car. I at least want to eat before going to the race." You say as you watched him roll up and down from under his car as he picked out tools.
"Can’t really make him do anything, maybe if he calls then I’ll let you go."
He says brushing your questions off because what were the odds of that actually happening. You eventually ended up leaving not satisfied with the answer but he didn’t really care. After working on his car a bit more he eventually finished changing the oil. But before he could get to something else, his phone started ringing. Shuffling around he somehow got the phone next to his ear and answered.
"The one and only," he answered
"Hey Gojo can you let y/n go out with me for the day?"
"Common man are you really giving in to her that easily? You’re not helping her spoiled brat allegations you know." Gojo said as he rolled out from under the car to sit up. When he did he was met with you sitting down on a random stool in the garage. He glared at you for somehow being able to pull strings.
"Sorry Gojo but I did promise her to take her out to eat before the race. I just forgot because iv been so busy on my car." Yuuta said
"Yea, no I get it. Fine you guys go have fun. Please keep your eyes on her. God someone really needs to say no to that girl." He mumbled the last part. You wave Goodbye to Gojo as you leave the house as soon as he got here. You immediately recognize his car and hop inside. He smiled at you sweetly as you put your seatbelt on. He liked the way you dressed, always having a skirt or a dress on to give him easy access in the future. Today you wore a tight red skirt with a black top and a leathered cropped jacket. You looked like an adorable doll that was dressed up. Maybe one day you'll let him dress you up.
on your way to eat you guys talk and talk about anything and everything. Trying to get to know each other better.
You were such a sweet, kind, funny and very adorable person If he had to describe you. That didn’t go for your other side. He could tell you have a big attitude from how you spoke. Though it wasn’t something he couldn’t handle. With the small amount of time you’ve guys spent together he was sure he had you dominated. Like right now he sent you to fetch some napkins and condiments. It’s the little things that matter. As much as he had you under control that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to try him.
Both of you sat together in a booth. Yuta was trying to enjoy his burger but you weren’t quite letting him. You had taken your heel off and rubbed your foot on his crotch. Trying to get a reaction from him that he refused to give.
"Can you let me enjoy my meal?" Yuuta asks as he takes a bite.
"Yuu I want to do it, you’re not actually going to ignore my pleading right?" You smile innocently as you press harder in his member.
He let out a sigh knowing you weren’t going to stop till he gave in. He took another bite of his food and simply ignored your attempts. As much as he loved the thought of doing it with you he knew it wasn’t the time.
"You’re not ready for it." Yuuta said as he stole a fry from your box.
He could have swore he saw your eye twitch at his response. By the time you guys got done eating it was time to head to the race. It was already getting dark and Yuta had to get there early to make sure the event was going smoothly. On your way to his car you kept telling him how you were fully capable of taking him and that he was doing too much. Again he ignored your comments and walked to your side of the car to open it.
When he did you sat on the concrete floor refusing to get in until he said yes. He clenched his jaw as he closed his eyes for a brief moment. He knew Damn well you were not throwing a fit at this moment. Before he could fully let himself calm down he heard someone call out his name. He opened his eyes and saw a guy approaching him. He didn’t look familiar though. The boy eventually made it to Yuuta but stood on the other side of the car.
"Hey man, so glad I caught up to you before you left." He panted as he tried to catch his breath.
"What’s up?" Yuuta asks.
"I need relationship advice, Not trying to sound weird or anything but I saw you and your girl in the restaurant. I saw how you spoke to her and maintained your ground not giving in to her and well I need help with that."
Yuuta did not have time for such conversation and didn’t really enjoy the fact that he was listening to your conversation. Before he could let him down and tell him he was busy he felt something weird. His eyes slowly averted to the ground to find you unzipping his pants. He whispered how much of and idiot you were right now. Fine, if you wanted this so be it.
"You just got to say no to the things you don’t like or want. Obviously you have to take into consideration on what they’re asking or saying. Though I assume you’re saying no to them because you know what’s good for them." Yuuta said as he felt you wrap your wet lips around his member. Going only half way down his shaft.
He couldn’t believe you were doing all of this when you clearly lacked practice and skills. If you were going to do something at least do it right. Though he had to admit it was cute that you were trying so hard to please him. You probably thought he was feeling so good right now. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case.
"Usually they would then try to prove to you that they were capable of doing it. That’s when you let them do it but watch them fail at it. You watch them suffer until you feel like stepping in and actually do something." He said as he leaned onto the car making you hit your head on it. He leaned in so much that he shoved himself all the way in your mouth making you gag.
Luckily the restaurant had music playing loudly outside so the guy couldn’t hear how badly you were gagging.
"With my girl I would personally let her make a fool of herself until she’s learns her lesson." he said smiling at the other guy.
you began tapping his leg begging him for air but he refused. He pulled his hips back and forward ramming into your drooling mouth. You tried to push him off of you but he was so heavy and you were starting to get weak from the lack of air. Still he thrusted deep into your throat. Your vision began to turn white as your jaw slacked.
"Thanks for the advice man, good luck on your race!" The guy said as he left. Yuuta thanked him as he pulled himself out of your mouth causing you to gasp for air. You collapsed onto his feet as you tried to compose yourself.
Yuuta crouched down grabbing you by the arms to help you up.
"At least be good at it next time you decide to go against my word and do what you want." He said helping you get in your seat. You sat there dazed as he reached into his glove box and pulled out some napkins. He folded them and proceeded to wipe your mouth clean. He didn’t want to take you to the race looking like a mess. Grabbing your purse he digs in it and pulls out a lipgloss. He might as well touch up your makeup right now since you’re not capable of doing it yourself.
AN: I couldn’t not fit everything I wanted in this chapter so the race will take place in chapter 3. Sorry for the inconvenience 😞
Tagged people who wanted a part two though I couldn’t really tags most people.
Your dragged to a car meet up by your uncle and you have a wonderful time. Though you and your babysitter keep getting under each others skin.
˚₊‧꒰𓆩 ♱ 𓆪꒱ ‧₊˚ forbidden love, brat, 5 year age gap. Illegal activity’s,
"Uncle Gojo, are you sure it’s okay for me to tag along? Isnt my dad going to get mad?" You yell as he turns on his loud car. The exhaust roared loudly in the garage making it echo. Gojo was a illegal street racer, number one to be exact. He would drag race anywhere anytime. He used to work under his dad but having so much money made him pick up an expensive hobby like this. Your dad was currently in a buisness trip trying to recover lost data from the company. He might of agreed to let you explore the underground racing world when he was younger but now he retired from that. Ever since then you were to not go anywhere near such thing and he made that clear.
"Geto isnt here, plus it’s not a race it’s a car meet up. You’ll just be my plus one for the night. Cant really afforded to miss it." He says as he opens the door to his dark blue Supra.
You mumble that it’s going to be his fault if your dad found out about this as you got in. He rolls his eyes and closes the door as you got comfortable. When he got in you tightly grip the seat knowing this wasn’t going to be a smooth ride. You’ve seen your uncle drive and it did not look safe nor fun at all. Your dad would always talk about how many tickets Gojo has gotten and the cars he’s wreaked. All you could do was hope for your safety and not complain. As he drove out the garage you held your breath and with a hard step on the gas you guys were on your way.
When you arrived you reached inside your black purse and popped a mint into your mouth hoping it would relieve your anxiety. You weren’t sure if it was due to the terrifying drive or the amount of people starting to surround the car. You look at Gojo to see him smiling wide. This probably fuled his already exploding ego. You know he loved the attention and loved being the best at everything. He loved the girls, the money, but most importantly he loved crushing peoples hearts. That dream of destroying Gojo in a race might never come true for some people.
"Relax, don’t be scared nothing is going to happen to you. Nobody will lay a finger nor look at you dirty once they know your with me. Just make sure to stay clear from a few folks around here." He said before stepping out. You watch as people cheered and were asking him to rev his engine. He said a few words before coming to your door and opening it. When he did the noises from the crowed silenced. They’re probably not used to seeing him come with a plus one. From what you hear at get togethers was that his relationships are not allowed near his hobbies at all. So who knows what could be run in through these peoples minds.
When you appeared you saw that everyone had their eyes on you. Scanning you up and down to see what was good about you. Your clammy hand grabbed your other arm as you stood there shyly. Maybe you should have stayed home. Why did your dad think it was a bright idea to let Gojo babysit you. You were 18 for crying out loud.
Before you could ask Gojo if you can go back inside the car you saw someone emerging from the crowed. You watched how a tall guy with black hair and dark eyes approached your uncle and gave him a hug.
"Gojo, I didn’t think you were coming today. You told me you had business to attend to." He said as he backed up and looked at you. "Oh" was the only thing he said at you.
"Yuuta this is my niece, y/n this is Yuuta. He’s also a street racer and I guess you could say my pupil. Not trying to brag but I don’t think he would be the second best racer without my guidance." Gojo said all smug.
You’ve heard of this guy before, Gojo talked about him here and there. He’s 23 years old, one of the best drag racers, your uncles pupil, calm, friendly, but had a scary aura around him. He was in your dad’s last race, Yuuta ended up coming second meaning he beat your dad. Then your dad simply retired, not because he lost but because he knew it was time to look for something new.
You give him a small wave as you stepped behind Gojo a bit. This guy was pretty scary looking, not only because of his hight but you could feel something off.
"So is she also a far distant relative to me?" Yuta asks bringing his attention back to Gojo.
Ah that’s right they were related in someway now that you remember.
Gojo laughed and shook his head. He leaned towards Yutas ear and whispered something only you could hear. "She’s Geto’s daughter."
Yuuta looked at him shocked before looking at you again to see if he could spot the similarities. You glare at Gojo knowing that your dad wouldn’t want these kinds of people knowing about his daughter.
"Hey now that you’re here, I kind of have to talk to Sukuna for a bit as much as I hate the thought of it but it’s about the next race. Can’t have y/n around or Geto will kill me if people know who she is. Can you watch her for me? She’s a good kid and won’t be a bother." Gojo said as he pushed you towards him.
"Oh yea that’s fine." Yuta said as he looked down at you to make sure you were okay with it too.
Not like you had much of a say since Gojo smiled and gave you a thumbs up as he left. You both stood there for a minute until Yuuta spoke up.
"There about to start doing doughnuts want to go look?" He asks.
You give him a nod and follow him to where a crowed was forming. Pushing your way through to the front you could see a large space in the middle. You could see burnt tire marks from past meets on the road. You were so excited when you saw a mustang come out from the crowed. It was bright orange with black streaks. It had custom rims and such cool details on it. The crowed started cheering as the show started. The car started going in circles leaving skids on the floor. You could hear how it screeched at sharp turns and how the rubber burned. This was way better than seeing it through social media. You look behind you to see Yuuta smiling but he wasn’t looking at the car. He was looking at you.
After that finished he took you around the lot to look at other cars. So many different models, so many different body kits. No car looked the same and some were exotic. You met so many new people and had great conversations about how they managed to get there car to look at that. Yuuta also spoke to people but you didn’t pay much attention nor did he pay much attention to yours or so you thought. A guy came up to you and started to flirt with you. Saying how he would love to take you on a date and talk more. He said he loved your energy and style. He then proceeded to ask for your number but Yuuta stepped in and put a stop to that. You were kind of irritated by it seeing that he just cock blocked you.
"Let’s head to my car, I need to make sure nobody is messing with it. We have to be more careful and make sure nothing is tampered with now that Sukuna is here." Yuuta says as he leads you through the crowed. It was a bit hard for you to keep up seeing how he took long fast strides. You were wearing heels didn’t help the situation either. People looked shocked seeing Yuuta with a girl. Did these men lack in women or is their a rule to not bring a female to such gathering? Though when you took a good look in the crowed there was a good mix of everyone.
Eventually you made it to a white Nissan GTR. It actually quite suited him but you also took him for a Subaru type of guy.
People surrounded his car too, taking pictures of it and while looking at the details. "Alright I’m going to chat with these guys for a while so just do whatever 16 year olds do. Also don’t accept anything that isn’t from me, understand?" He says,
You looked at him in disbelief that he thought you were younger. "I’m actually 18 sir, we’re not that far apart according to Gojo. Five years to be exact." You say as you walk to the back of his car. He stood there shocked, probably trying to figure out how old your dad was when you were born. Spoiler alert it was when he was 15! Usually people think you’re joking when you say he’s your dad.
Suddenly a girl grabbed his arm taking his attention from you. She was tall and had short hair, almost like a greenish black hue. They seem to be fond of each other if they’re smiling and hugging. Maybe that was his girlfriend.
You sigh as you lean on his car while you scroll through social media. The car meet was going great but you didn’t appreciate being passed around to be babysat when you were a grown adult. The breeze blew making you shiver. Maybe it was a bad idea to wear a tight skirt with a small top. While you cursed under your breath everytime the wind blew someone was getting closer.
"Got bored of watching your boyfriend flirt with another girl?" You hear someone say. You turn to see a guy with blue hair and Heterochromia eyes.
"He’s not my boyfriend but I am bored. Came to entertain me?"
You lift up a brow curious to know why he came up to you. He makes up a small conversation that had you actually happy to engage in. Finally someone who didn’t belittle you nor treat you as a kid. He was somewhat surprised that you knew more about car than he initially thought. All those hours of watching your dad nerd out about cars payed off. He offered to give you a free ride around the block but you declined knowing Yuuta would freak out about it. Though you were interest what ride he had. Could it be a classic? Or a newer car that was modified.
"Hey don’t you think wearing something like that is too scandalous? Such a short skirt for this cold weather too." He says looking at your body.
Your hand touched the tiny goosebumps on your leg.
"Yea I was kinda rushed out the house so I didn’t really plan this outfit out. Are you trying to say you don’t like it?"
He held his hands up in defense, "no no I quite love it. It suites your body so well and- oh it seems we might be in some trouble. Seems your guard dog has finally payed attention to you." He says nodding his head to the person walking behind you. "Glad we could exchange contact information. Here just in case you get parched. Seems like you’re not being well taken care of right." He says as he hands you a water bottle.
You happily accept it as you watch him walk away. He was right about not being taken care of right. You have yet to eat dinner and would have loved if someone handed you a jacket. Bringing the bottle to your lips you take a sip. The cold water made you shiver a bit. You suddenly felt your body be pulled by the arm. Then shoved to the side of the car. You look up surprised to see a not so happy Yuuta over you. You back pressed hard against the car as he looked at you with thoes dark eyes. He ripped the bottle out of your hand and poured it onto the floor.
"Did I not say to not accept anything that isn’t from me?" He says.
You let out a sigh as you cross your arms and look away. "I’m thirsty, at least someone cared for me. Your busy chatting with a girl and left me alone."
"And what the do you know about being treated right? This place isn't safe for innocent gullible girls like you." He sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. "Get in the car, clearly you can’t be trusted to follow directions." He says as he opens the door next to you.
You couldn’t believe Gojo said this man was calm and friendly. That was an absolute lie, he was such an ass and so much more.
You stood in your spot refusing to do what he says. He looked at you with such a demanding look but that wasn’t going to make you break. Your dad taught you to be strong. No man was going to tell you what to do. You both stood there for a minute before he slammed the door closed and grabbed you. In a quick second he lifted you up and sat you on the hood of the car. You gasp as he spread your legs open causing your skirt to slowly lift up. He then proceeded to put his body in between you.
"Didn’t think Gojos niece was such a brat, listen I’m in charge of you and your going to do exactly as I say even if you don’t like it, it’s not because I hate you but this is for your safety." He said as he placed his hands on both of your sides.
He was so close that you could see the turtle neck under his black leather jacket. The veins in his neck that pulsed as he grew more irritated. You could smell the cologne that he was wearing and feel his warmth. You couldn’t help but notice how good looking he looked like this as much as you hated him right now.
Okay maybe he was a little bit too good looking right now. All of a sudden you felt too shy to meet his gaze. "I don’t want to go in, I want to stay out here with you." You say as he sighed sounding unconvinced.
He looked down as his watch before responding to you. "Fine, but you better be on your best behavior. I don’t like girls who don’t listen." He says as he takes of his leather jacket and wraps it around you. You have no idea why but those words did something to you. For the rest of the night you stood next to him listening to him talk. You looked at the way he spoke, the way he laughed, how his Adam’s Apple would move up and down, how the veins in his arms showed when he opened his hood and showed the inside work. You were almost like a dumbfounded little puppy looking at its owner. Sometimes he would smile when he caught you looking at him.
you weren't embarrassed to admit to yourself that you've grew a crush on him just in the few hours that youve spent with him. It was normal for a girl to fall for a guy this fast right?
You end up falling asleep in his car by the time Gojo decided to appear. He lazy strolled towards Yuta who was getting ready to go for the night.
"Sorry I took so long, kind of got into an altercation. Hes not so easy to talk too." He says as he points at his busted lip. "Oh I see she fell asleep, tired the little brat out huh?" Gojo says as he looks at you snooze from the open window.
"So you knew she was a brat but painted her as an Angel huh?" Yuuta smirked.
"She’s my niece, obviously I’m going maker her seem like that. Hey you didn’t do anything funny right? She has a tendency of somehow getting what she wants." He said looking at him serious for a minute. Yuuta knew what he meant by that and simply shook his head.
"I respect you too much to lay hands on her." Yuuta spoke as he walked to the door and opened it.
"Good, I’ll take her from here then, also the next race i-" a crowed of running people caught Gojos eye before he could finish. Both of the men watched in silence waiting to see what was the cause of chaos. The second they saw red and blue lights they looked at each other.
"On second thought you keep her for now. She’s going to slow me down if I take her right now. Meet up at your house." Gojo said as he started running to his car that was across the parking lot.
Yuuta quickly ran to his car as people began to yell that 12 was in the area. Cars began to turn on to escape causing the place to light up. Yuuta reached for your belt and tightened it on you, soon after he pressed on the gas and left the area speeding. This wasn’t his first run in with the police so he was confident in not being caught. That was until he reached sudden traffic causing him to break hard, both of your body’s lurch foward and then back. This waking you up with a panicked expression.
"What’s going on?!" You say looking at him.
"Just going out for a ride.” He says trying not to freak you out.
"Oh that’s really lovely did the police department also decide to tag along? You have four of them a few cars behind us by the looks of it." You say.
The second the light turned green he accelerated, weaving through the slow traffic. You squeezed the door handle as he easily went over the speed limit. You were too young to already have a criminal record. You may not get charged as bad as he does but they will still charge you as an accomplice. How would this affect you college application? The car swerved every sharp turn he made until he made it to a dark neighborhood. In one go he turned the wheel completely to the right and drove up to drive way. He quickly turned the car off and unbuckled his belt.
"We need to get off now." He says as he opens his door. You proceed to do the same but by the time you get out you could see the cops patrolling the area, shinning there flashlights to every car. Yuuta quickly grabbed you and pushed you on the floor behind some bushes. His body laying low on top of yours. Both of you are breathing heavily as you could hear someone approach the car. Shinning the light inside the car to see if he could find anyone. Those few minutes felt like eternity and while you should have been worried about being caught all you could think about was the body over you. You look up at him to see his serious face looking around. Trying to figure out if the coast was clear. His face was dam from all of this. Sweat slowly rolling down his face even if it was a cold night.
You wanted him so bad, you wanted to pull him in and kiss him, you wanted to make him yours. You could just imagine being with someone like him. So mature, so tall, so protecting. His chest rose up and down quickly as he tried to catch his breath. He looks at you once again and leans into you.
"What are you looking at like that?" He whispers into your ear making you burn up.
"Nothing! Im just scared, this is a first for me." You say sitting up as he backs up.
When you guys tried to look for the officer you noticed he was now gone. You flatten your skirt down and brush off the dirt from yourself. He proceeded to stand and helps you up by grabbing your soft hand.
Walking to his car he reaches inside to grab something out of it. You follow behind intrigued by his actions. When he gets back to you he’s holding your purse in his hand that you must’ve left. Seeing a big guy like him holding your tiny hand purse made you feel like he was your boyfriend. You could just imagine how that would be like. You shyly thank him as he hands it to you.
You ponder weather you should drop a hint of you being interested in him or just dropping the bomb. You debate until you decided not to drag things around. "Have you ever wanted something bad but knew you had no chance?" You ask him.
He stood there for a second. Hands in his pockets as he thought about the answer. You guessed he did have something like. It made you wonder if he was able to achieve it. "What has you feeling that way? From what I heard you have a tendency of getting anything you want. So I really wouldn’t be worried about it."
You laugh as you lean onto his car. Looking at him in the eyes as you smile. "If I tell you want I want, will tell me if I’m capable of achieving it?"
He gives you a nod signaling for you to continue. You put your purse on top of the car as you approached him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and getting onto the tips of your toes, you whisper three simple words.
"I want you."
You say as you pull back to look at him. You could see the tips of his ears turning red from the dim light his house provided. His cheeks than began to flush. You were astonished seeing him act this way, you’ve seen him interact with girls today but he didn’t act like this. Did this mean he also had some interest in you?
"You don’t want me y/n, I’m not the type of guy you think I am, you don’t know me." He grabbed your arms from around his neck and put them down. "Well I’m going to get to know you." You intertwined your fingers with his.
"I’m a very jealous, serious, and aggressive guy. I wouldn’t want to ruin your innocence and take advantage of a girl like you. To top it all off your Gojos niece, and your dad wouldn’t want to see you with a guy involved with illegal things."
"I have a feeling that it’s because of our age gap." You cross your arms. You were disappointed in being turned down like this.
"Listen Angel I could give less fuck’s about being five years apart. I just don’t think I’m capable of maintaining something so pure and innocent. It’s like giving a tiger a bunny. He’s just going to eat her alive." He said holding your chin up so you could look at him. "So run while you can and find someone better."
You push his hand away "and what if I don’t run? What if I keep crawling back to you? You have no idea what you’ve done to me Yuuta. I’ve never felt so desperate for someone before." You say as you hug him.
"I need you so bad Yu." You bury your face in his chest.
"Y/n we can’t, I- what about Gojo? If he finds out he’s going to kill me." He says trying to fight off the urge to embrace you back.
You let go of him and look at him with your puppy eyes. You were begging him at this point to give you a chance. You just needed him to see that you were worth his time. He slowly runs his hands through his hair stressed.
summary: when you and okkotsu-senpai finish a mission, it’s already late, so you offer to book a room for the night. after all, it’s the least you can do since he did most of the exorcising. you’re famously known in the tokyo campus for not paying enough attention to details, so is it really your fault that you mistakenly booked a room at a love hotel?
warning(s): 18+, MDNI, explicit sexual content, senpai-kouhai relationship, dirty-minded!reader, feral!yuuta, first time, praise, handjobs, fingering, usage of lube, penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting
word count: 4.64k (it’s shorter this time, since there’s no worldbuilding)
author’s notes: all characters are aged up to 18+. this takes place post-jjk. reader’s a second-year while yuuta’s a third-year. reader is inspired by marin kitagawa from my dress-up darling. support banners and dividers are made by @saradika-graphics. images are from pinterest!
You manage to dodge the curse’s strike by summoning the water from the overhead pipes and sliding your way out. With that, you continue gliding through the path, baiting the curse into following you.
Only when you reach the main annex do you finally stop and face the monster. It takes a lunge, intending to swallow you in one gulp. You raise your arms up, summoning a large volume of water from the reservoir below. You surround the cursed spirit with the water before freezing it solid.
You bark out, “Senpai! Now!”
Okkotsu-senpai jumps from the ledge above, his katana strengthened by a flare of his cursed energy. He swings the blade, and the frozen cursed spirit is instantly bisected in half before it explodes, dissipating into dark dust, and the ice encasing it shatters into shards.
You groan at the curse’s innards drenching you from head to toe. “Eww! Now, I’m all covered in curse gunk!”
“Sorry about that,” your senior lands on his feet beside you. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he’s in a similar state to yours. “Besides, it’s nothing a little water can fix.”
Using your technique, you summon water from your waterskin to cleanse the gunk from your and Okkotsu-senpai’s clothes.
“There! Good as new!” You grin, admiring your handiwork. “Well, almost. I can’t do anything about the blood. It already seeped too much into the fabric.”
He smiles, noting, “You already did better than anything I could have done. Good job on freezing the curse. It mustn’t have been easy.”
“I’m not the one who killed it,” you counter. Trapping a curse is an entirely different matter from exorcising it.
“Still, I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“You’re a really bad liar, Senpai,” you punch his shoulder lightly before checking the time on your phone. “It’s already one in the morning? This mission took longer than I thought.”
“Should we stay at a hotel?” He offers. “I can book some rooms for us. I’ll pay.”
You shake your head. “You already paid for dinner earlier, and it was so expensive, too. I’ll book the rooms and we can split the bill. Okay?”
You hold your fist out, and Okkotsu-senpai chuckles before bumping his fist with yours. “Okay.”
You ring the call bell, waking the receptionist, a young woman only a few years older than you.
“I booked a room.” You inform her. “It should be under ___.”
She checks her computer, in the meanwhile, scrutinising the slightly torn and bloodied school uniforms of you and Okkotsu-senpai.
Your senpai explains for both of you. “We’re jujutsu sorcerers. We were on a mission.”
Ever since the Culling Games, jujutsu sorcery and curses became public knowledge, and some sorcerers have become known as public figures.
The receptionist’s eyes widen as she recognises him. “OMG, you’re one of the guys who fought Ryomen Sukuna! I am such a big fan!”
You mischievously grin at how fast Okkotsu-senpai turns red at her sudden praise. “Looks like someone here is a big celebrity.”
He’s sheepish, shaking his head at the receptionist. “I’m not really a big deal. Can we just get checked in now?”
“Of course!” She’s suddenly more diligent at her job. “You’re in luck. There’s an available deluxe suite, so I’ll upgrade you. Free of charge!”
“You don’t have to-”
You shut Okkotsu-senpai up by discreetly driving your elbow into his ribs. “Thank you so much! You’re a great gal!”
“Well, it’s the least I can do for Japan’s saviours!” She chirps before handing you the key card. “I see you’ve booked an overnight stay, so don’t worry about making a mess, because here at Serenity, we don’t shame people!”
You aren’t sure why she said that, but you figure it must be some sort of company-mandated slogan, so you nod at her before you and Okkotsu-senpai make your way to the elevator.
It isn’t until you unlock the door to your room that you realise why exactly she had given you a thumbs-up earlier.
Right in the middle of the large king-size bed (you had clearly booked a twin room earlier), there is a box filled with condoms, all sorts of lube, and plenty of sex toys. There’s softcore porn playing on the TV, and rose petals are scattered on the floor leading to the bed, where the ceiling is essentially a large mirror.
You take a look at your senpai. If you thought he was red earlier, Okkotsu-senpai’s face is threatening to burn up.
You take out your phone and open the app you had used to book your room, then you finally notice the small byline underneath the logo.
Serenity Hotel
Don’t be ashamed. Discover a new world!
It finally clicks.
You had accidentally booked a room with Okkotsu Yuuta at a love hotel.
…
Oops.
“Oh crap! A love hotel, huh?” You laugh. Being more open-minded, you are not as bothered by it as the man beside you. You practically bounce over to the bed where you bend over to see the box more closely, not realising your skirt is riding up slightly, revealing a sliver of your lacy, pastel pink panties. You pay no mind to your senior’s shriek, figuring he just caught a glimpse of the porn playing on the screen. “Wow, Senpai, look at all this! There must be at least twenty condoms in here, and look at the size of this dildo! It’s huge! Now, this is what you call service!”
“___-san!” Okkotsu-senpai chokes when you wave the flesh-coloured phallus around like a baton. He rushes over and takes it away from you, shoving it into the box before slamming it shut.
“You’re being really loud, Senpai,” you banter good-naturedly before opening the box and taking the dildo out. “It’s just a dick. Well, a fake one, but everyone has seen one. It’s crazy big, though. Eight inches. For a love hotel, they should be a bit more realistic. Ooh, look at these vibrators. They really go all out!”
His face is bright red as he tries to take the sex toys away from you while you’re examining them with a morbid sense of curiosity. “Stop it! We’re still students, so we shouldn’t be handling these sorts of items. Besides, eight is just average-”
Hearing him say the last sentence makes you drop the bullet vibrator. “Average? Eight is average?”
He seems to realise that he has revealed a bit too much personal information. “No- I mean-”
“Does Okkotsu-senpai have a big dick?” You think while unconsciously looking at his crotch. He’s one of the taller guys on campus, easily over 180 cm, so it would make sense.
“Senpai~~~ this isn’t how you should treat your kouhai ♡”
You and Okkotsu-senpai turn to look at the TV, where the male actor is roughly fucking the female actress from behind. He is entirely naked while she is wearing a school uniform, her shirt unbuttoned to reveal her big boobs that are heavily swinging with every thrust. The plap-plap-plap sounds echo throughout the suite.
Okkotsu-senpai looks like he just died inside. You pick up the DVD case (you didn’t think they still existed) from the bedside table
“I’m Staying In A Love Hotel With My Senpai. Ha! Talk about a total coincidence!” You jest before noticing a dessert menu. Your eyes light up. “Ooh, Senpai! They serve cheesecake here, and it’s crazy cheap, too! Let’s share one!”
“That sounds nice- Hey, wait a second here!” He cuts himself off.
“What a sudden change in your emotional state.” You comment.
“How are you so chill about this?” He asks, panicked. “We’re in a love hotel right now, and-”
“I’m cumming~~~♡”
Realising that the porn is still playing, he quickly swipes the remote to turn the TV off, face scarlet-red. He’s blushing so much that you could probably fry an egg on top of his face.
“It’s not professional,” he finishes, avoiding eye contact.
You blink, wondering why he’s so embarrassed about it. It’s not like he’s going to do anything to you. You know he’s not that type of guy, but then again, you know that you are more open-minded than most people, so you take pity on him.
“I’m sorry, Senpai, since this is my fault, but we already paid for the room, so it’s a waste if we just leave now.” You calmly explain to him. “If we ignore all the other stuff, in the end, it’s just a room, right?”
He closes his eyes, cancelling out all the sex stuff and compartmentalising his thoughts. It is just a room, and you've already paid for it. He doesn’t want you to waste your money.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was just freaking out about all this stuff.”
“You don’t have to apologise to me,” you shake your hands before adding on. “Senpai, you might want to call your girlfriend, though. I don’t think she’s going to be happy with us sharing a room.”
Okkotsu-senpai blinks in confusion. “What girlfriend?”
“Aren’t you and Maki-senpai dating?” How could they not be? They’re always stuck at each other’s hips. “I could have sworn Panda-senpai said something before.”
“No, Maki and I are just friends.” He should really tell the cursed corpse to stop telling people otherwise. “What about you and Itadori-kun?”
“HUH? Me and Yuji?” You exclaim loudly, acting as if he just insulted your entire being. “Why on earth would you ever think that?”
“I mean, you’re so close, and you call each other by your given names-”
“That’s only because we knew each other back in elementary school!” You loudly cut him off. “I once saw him eat his own boogers! Besides, he’s not my type at all.”
“So, there’s no chance-”
“No way in hell.” You suddenly become serious, more than he has ever seen you before. “Not even if we’re the only two people left in the world and Tengen-sama orders us to repopulate the Earth. No. Way.”
“O-okay.” Even when a part of him is relieved that you and Itadori aren’t an item, he can’t help but feel sorry for the pink-haired young man.
After hiding the damn box, Yuuta finally relaxes and scrolls on his phone while lying on his side of the bed. He had already separated the bed into two halves by laying down the small cushions right down the middle. He had offered to sleep on the couch, which is more than large enough, but you persisted, saying that he had worked so hard earlier and earned a good night’s sleep.
He isn’t sure that he can fall asleep in the same bed as you, his crush of nearly a year.
At first, it was just an attraction. You are, in Yuuta’s opinion, a very beautiful young woman, and he couldn’t help but be fascinated by you, whether you were laughing with the rest of the second-years or bending water to fight your enemies.
Then, he got to know you more after spending time with you, and before he knew it, he fell head over heels for your cheerful personality. Even though you and he are polar opposites, you have become a bright, shining light in his small world.
Yuuta could hear the pitter-patter of water as you are taking a shower in the bathroom. He absent-mindedly looks away from his phone and turns to his left, freezing at what he sees next.
The frosted, translucent glass that separated the bathroom from the rest of the suite is now crystal-clear. It must have been one of those technological glass screens because now he is staring at your entire naked backside as you rinse the shampoo from your hair. For a few seconds, Yuuta can’t seem to breathe as his eyes follow the trail of water flowing from the showerhead to your back and down to your shapely ass.
It is only when blood rushes downwards and his cock starts engorging itself, that Yuuta finally snaps out of it. He sits back up, facing away from you. He looks down and sees the prominent bulge in his pants, groaning mentally.
“Shit. Fuck. Damn it. What should I do?”
This isn’t the first time he has gotten an erection. He is a healthy young man, after all, but you are literally in the same room as him, and Yuuta doesn’t want to look more like a creep than he already does. He can’t just rub one out when you’re wet and naked in the bathroom, no matter how tempting it is.
“Okay, Yuuta, you just have to blue-ball it away. You’ve done that plenty of times. You can do it now. Just think, Yuuta. Think. Okay, let’s see. Sweaty socks, that mission you had a week ago, kissing Kurourushi.”
Thinking about the Special-Grade cockroach spirit finally makes his dick slump down, and Yuuta breathes out a sigh of relief. He could still hear you humming some kind of anime opening theme.
This is going to be a long night.
Even though every light in the suite has been turned off, you still can’t sleep. Usually, you’re able to doze off as soon as your head hits the pillow, but you can’t seem to fall asleep even though it has been around half an hour since you got ready for bed.
You turn to your right. Okkotsu-senpai is lying on his side, facing away from you.
“Senpai, are you still awake?” You whisper.
For a few seconds, you don’t get an answer, so you shift slightly, assuming he’s already asleep when you hear his voice.
“Yes, I’m still awake,” he says, sitting back up, facing you. “___-san, are you having trouble falling asleep?”
You sit up, groaning dramatically, “For real, and I had such a nice shower earlier!”
He flushes red, remembering unintentionally seeing you in the nude.
“You should have taken a shower, Senpai!” You continue chattering on. “The products they provide are pretty high-quality.”
For some reason, he just washed his face earlier, and when you asked him why, he just said he was more of a morning shower type while avoiding looking at you.
“I’m good,” Yuuta doesn’t want you to find out about the glass screen.
You and Okkotsu-senpai lie back down and stay quiet for a few minutes, just looking up at the mirrored ceiling, before you suddenly blurt out a question you have been thinking about for the past hour, and what most likely has been keeping you up. “Is eight really average?”
He chokes, something you have been causing him to do for the entirety of the night. He splutters, “___-san!”
“What? We’re both adults here, so it’s fine.” You prop yourself on your elbow, unintentionally causing the collar of your hotel pyjamas to swoop down slightly, revealing a hint of your cleavage, torturing him even more. “I Googled it earlier, and data says that eight is like in the 90th percentile.”
“Why are you researching stuff like that in the first place?” He asks, puzzled as to why you would do such a thing. He already knows he’s above average, but he doesn’t expect you to know that.
“Because I’m curious!” You exclaim. “What? Girls can’t be interested in that sort of stuff?”
“O-of course, you can-”
“Right? So, is eight average or not?”
“IT’S NOT!” Okkotsu-senpai yells out loud in embarrassment. He slumps down before repeating in a quieter tone, “I-it’s above average.”
You sit back up, clapping your hands and whooping. “Knew it! I have to say, Senpai, I didn’t expect that from you-”
Suddenly, a loud masculine groan cuts you off, followed by a thumping sound from above.
“Sora-chan, you ride me so well.”
“I-I can’t. Kaito-kun, you’re so big~~”
“My little slut takes that big dick so well.”
The thumping repeats more rapidly after that, and for the first time of the night, you feel your face flush. The reality that couples go to love hotels for the sole reason of having sex hits you. You take a look at your senior, wondering if his chest and shoulders have always been that broad before your eyes trail down and you notice a large tent in his pants.
“Um, Senpai, your- you have-”
He follows your gaze and lets out a sound of pure mortification before covering it with a pillow. He stands up before apologising to you, spluttering his words. “I-I’m so sorry! I’m just gonna go to the bathroom!”
Before he could run off, you grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks before whispering, your voice faint. “Senpai, I-I could help you.”
“What?”
“I-I have always liked you, but then everything happened.” You confess to him, looking down at the floor. You remember the first time you ever saw him. You were with Yuji and Choso, the three of you fighting off Naoya when his presence caught you off guard. Sure, he was the executioner sent to kill Yuji, but you also thought that if the circumstances were ideal, you would so totally hit that.
Then, it turned out he was faking the whole villain era, and he was actually a sweetheart under all of the ‘I can kill you without blinking an eye’ thing he got going on, and you decided that after all of this was over, you were definitely going to jump his bones.
However, you saw how close he was with Maki, and you got scared. Maki is everything you aspire to be as a sorceress: fierce, independent, strong, and smoking hot. Of course, she and Okkotsu-senpai had to be dating.
“I thought you were Maki-senpai’s boyfriend, and it turns out you’re not.” You look up, finally meeting his gaze before you start whining. “I mean, honestly, I’ve been giving you hints all night, and you won’t even- umph!”
He interrupts you by leaning down and slamming his lips on to yours. Your teeth crash awkwardly before your lips weave together. You melt into him as his hand clutches the back of your head, leaning himself inwards until he is on top of you. His tongue slips inside your mouth and you moan as your own hands travel downwards.
You hesitantly separate from those soft lips as you fumble with the buttons of his shirt. “Senpai, your shirt-”
“Don’t call me Senpai.” He mumbles before pulling your hands away. He pulls his shirt off, revealing toned muscles from years of hard work. His six-pack is clearly defined, and he has a slight happy trail. You lick your lips, your mouth watering at the sight of the man you have been lusting over for the past year. “Say my name.”
“Yuuta.” You whisper, feeling his erection get even harder as he throbs against your thigh. Your fingers brush the waistband of his pants. “Please, I want to see.”
He gulps, finding your begging to be particularly arousing, especially when you are the one who is so shy and quiet, while he is relatively calm. This is already better than any wet dream he ever had of you.
He pulled down the elastic of his pyjama pants, revealing a hefty bulge straining through his dark blue boxers. Under your steady gaze, he strips off the final layer of his clothes.
Your eyes widen at the sight of his erect cock. Yuuta is definitely as huge as the dildo you played around with earlier. He is flushed at the tip, throbbing with thick veins.
You move closer to him before tentatively touching him with the tip of your index finger. His breath hitches at your delicate touch. You take that as a sign to move forward, and you wrap your hand around his thick girth. You slowly pump your hand up and down before stroking him.
“Yuuta, you’re huge.” You look up at him while fondling him, slowly spreading his leaking pre-cum all over his length. His eyes that stare back at you are dark, his pupils almost blown out, and glazed over. “How are you going to fit inside me?”
“We’ll make it work.” He pulls your hand away from his dick before he pulls your shirt off, revealing your heaving breasts. He gets on top of you once more, and you become aware of your reflection in the mirrored ceiling. His upper body covers most of your body, and his long limbs are well-muscled and defined. You declare to yourself mentally that Okkotsu Yuuta has the firmest ass in the whole campus.
Yuuta plants soft and gentle kisses all over you, from your face to your lips, before trailing down to your neck, and finally, the valley between your breasts. His lips graze the side of your left breast, and you feel his hot breath on your nipple before he swallows it.
“Yuuta! Senpai! Ah!” You didn’t even know your voice could go up that high as you knock your head back, arching your back. His wet tongue swirls around your nipple before biting it gently, not hard enough for it to hurt, but definitely enough for you to feel pleasure. “Do you like my tits?”
“Your mouth… I swear.” He growls before focusing his attention on your other nipple, causing you to pant and gasp as he gropes your boob. “This body. I could worship you for days and nights, and it still won’t be enough.”
His dick slides between your legs, where your juices have drenched your pants. Maybe it’s a side-effect of your technique, or maybe it’s because of how excited you are to finally lose your virginity to Yuuta. Either one is plausible.
He pulls away from your tits, and you whine, wanting him to touch you more, but he hushes you by placing his index finger on your parted lips.
“Take the rest of your clothes off.” He instructs you, his voice melodic and seductive. “I need to get something.”
You aren’t the type that tolerates getting told what to do, but you obey every single word, hurriedly stripping off your pants and lacy panties. You impatiently wait for him before Yuuta returns to the bed with a bottle of lube. You see that he has already put a condom on, the latex sheath stretched over his cock.
He gets in between your legs before squirting the lube generously on his cock. He rubs himself, ensuring he is generously lubricated. He squirts out more lube onto his fingers before tracing your nether lips, and you feel goosebumps erupt all over your skin.
“Are you sure you still want this?” Yuuta asks.
Your heart skips a beat. How on Earth is he so cute, sexy, kind, handsome, and so wonderful, all at the same time?
You lean up to kiss him, cupping his face with your hands. Unlike your first kiss, this one is more soft, and you sigh as his lips move against yours, deepening the kiss.
You pull away from him, looking at him with eyes that are full of nothing but love and adoration. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Yuuta kisses your cheek before nipping your ear gently. His lubed index finger circles your clit before slipping inside you, and you tremble at the intrusion. “Shit, ___, you’re so fucking tight.”
While you are a virgin, you are more than familiar with the art of fingering, but only with your own fingers. Yuuta’s fingers are longer and thicker, and you could already feel him reaching deeper inside you. You bite your lip as you choke back a moan. “A-another. You can put in another finger. Please, Yuuta.”
You lean your forehead on his shoulder as he works his middle finger inside, slowly scissoring you, stretching you out to prepare you.
“Yuuta, please. I’m begging you.” You cry out. “Please make love to me.”
“Really? I can stretch you out more.”
You nod your head furiously. Your cheeks are flushed, the atmosphere is too hot and hazy that you barely even feel him pulling his fingers out of you.
Yuuta lines his cock at your pussy, the head brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, before he slowly pushes himself inside. He slowly works you open, watching every single reaction you give as he pushes himself to the hilt.
You inhale sharply at the feeling of him fully inside you.
He groans, his voice deeper than usual. You are unbelievably hot, tight and wet around him, and you’re squeezing him. “___, are you in any pain?”
“N-No.” You stammer. Your reflection shows you dishevelled and sweaty. Your hands hang on to his broad shoulders. “I just feel so full, and you feel so incredible. Oh, Yuuta! Please fuck me! Please!”
Yuuta grabs one hand onto the headboard before undulating his hips, setting a rhythm. Before you know it, you are moaning loudly, gripping the sheets as he pushes himself in and out of you.
“Faster!” You sob as you push your hips up, eager to meet his thrusts. Without pulling out of you, Yuuta adjusts your body to the side, settling your ankle over his shoulder. He gyrates his hips, meeting your thrusts harshly. “F-fuck! H-how are you so good!”
You buck against him, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter with every erratic thrust. You would not be surprised if your moans and his groans are overheard by the guests in the next room. If not, they would at least hear the sharp sounds of his hips smacking against your ass.
“___! I’m close!” Yuuta confesses. “A-are you?”
“My clit! Please, Yuuta, I want to cum with you!”
He wildly teases your clit, pinching it as he pounds into you. Finally, you convulse as he pushes you over the edge. Your spongy walls squeeze him as your orgasm floods your entire being, and your cunt releases your juices, squirting around his cock.
“I’M CUMMING!”
Yuuta’s hips stutter before he groans your name. You feel the hot warmth of his semen through the thin condom as he empties himself inside you, balls-deep.
After both of you come down from your highs, he pulls out of you. Yuuta slumps down beside, being careful not to crush you with his weight. He pulls you into his arms as he brushes your sweaty fringe back.
“___, I love you.” He says.
You can feel his rapid heartbeat as you reply, “I love you, too, Yuuta.”
You avoid the playful gaze of the receptionist after she asks if you and Yuuta had a good night’s sleep before winking. Yuuta coughs awkwardly while holding your hand, his thumb brushing your palm.
“Okay. We’re all done here! Please leave us a review, and come back again!" She hands your ID card back to you. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot to ask! Was there a curse here last night?”
“Pretty sure there weren’t any last night.” Not that you checked, since you and Yuuta were busy …getting busy. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, a couple of our guests complained that their shower pipe burst last night.” She doesn’t notice you freezing. “They were on the same floor as you so that’s why-”
“Nope. Probably just some maintenance issues with plumbing. Okay, bye!” You cut her off before rushing out of the hotel, dragging Yuuta along with you. You glare at him when you hear him chuckling. “Don’t you laugh! How can I say that it’s because you made me lose control!”
“Darling, you were asking me to-”
“Oh, shut up!” You aren’t sure you like how the situation is reversed now, with how your boyfriend is making you blush with every word.
He kisses your cheek as an apology. “I’m sorry, ___. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
Yuuta breaks his promise the next week when you lose control of your technique and accidentally flood the boys’ dorms’ bathrooms, which is how everyone finds out that you and Yuuta are finally together.
⡴ gojo using infinity like a condom ⡴ 0.6k words (inaccurate representation of infinity but who cares)
satoru’s over again, and of course that means he’s made it into your bed from hundreds of pleas and charismatic smirks.
“condoms are in my nightstand draw—” you try and say before he climbs up onto you. he cuts you off.
“i’ll pull out, baby.” you stare up at him, unamused because, as much as you love him, you do not rust him to. “promise. you can slap me if not.” he pans for your answer with a puppy dog pout he abuses when he’s around you like he’s not a grown ass man.
you hold his jaw and force him to look at you as you say, “holding you to that, satoru.” he nods assuringly, stupidly fumbling out of his sweatpants.
and not 5 minutes later he has you folded like a goddamn lawn chair, knees pressed up against your shoulder as he heaves his dick in and out of you, looming above you with labored breath.
“mm fuck, baby.” he practically whines out, squeezing your knees he has pressed up impossibly tighter like he’s losing control. “you look so fucking good like this—feel so fuckin’ good.”
you’re clenching so goddamn hard around him it’s driving him crazy. your “impossibly perfect”—gojo’s words, not yours— pussy has a vice grip likes it’s trying to prevent him pulling out. it’s unfortunate that someone as cocky as him actually has good dick game because that just feeds his ego even more. you swear his ego is never higher than when you moan his name so sweetly, like you weren’t just pretending to be annoyed by him 10 minutes ago.
“ha, satoru—fuuuuuuuck,” you grip on his silky white hair, tugging his face closer to yours as your respective moans nearly blend into eachother’s, “just like—ughh—that, so fucking good, ‘toru.” yea his egos at an all time high and growing.
your bed frame has it the worst, slamming and straining against the wall with his hefty cock thrusting in and out of you. you can feel every single perfect vein, on his perfect porcelain cock, on his perfect body.
“you gon’ cum for me?” he twitches his eyebrows up as he says it, half taunting you. you nod as his dick nails even deeper than before, throwing your head back as you do. he chuckles, “thought you hated me? now your cumming on my dick.” you’re this close to smacking him but your orgasm interrupts him, creaming around his girth. you squeeze so tight around him he thinks you’re gonna slice his dick off from the tension .
he breaths even more irregular, still thrusting like you’re not coming apart and scraping at his scalp. his cock throbs near violently and you feel it, feel how he tenses up and accidentally digs his nails into your skin.
“satoru, hngh,” you manage, “pull out.”
he breathes harder, before he smirks down and tells you, “i got it baby, don’t worry.”
“what the fuck does tha—”
he moans, moreso whimpers really, and nuts. you’re going to kill him. you are seriously going to kill him.
except it doesn’t fill you, no, he uses his infinity or whatever the fuck that he’s tried to explain to you before and prevents his cum from actually touching your walls or delving into your womb. he pulls out, lets your legs down as your breath heaves, still obscenely confused as to what he just did, and he steps of your bed frame, standing there naked like an idiot with his cum floating a centimeter around his dick like an invisible barrier.
he breathes too hard and all his sperm falls and splatters on your floor while he’s still catching his breath.
“sorry, i’ll clean that.”
you really need to start paying more attention to him when he explains his powers.
gojo is met with a small slap to his face. one that wakes him up from his stupor, head swiveling around with barely open eyes. his first instinct is to grab for you, but the only thing he feels is a tiny, plump stomach.
when he opens his eyes wider, his infant daughter is laid next to him, sucking on her favorite binkie. her tiny hand is raised in the air.
you’re laying on the other side of her, passed out and face barely visible from beneath the pillow. he sighs and turns his body towards his daughter. “why are you hitting daddy, hm?” he asks, voice groggy and quiet so he won’t wake you. he knows how you are when you get woken up. “am i snoring again?”
his daughter simply blinks.
he can’t help but smile, pulling her close and laying her on his chest. “fine, fine. i’ll be quiet. it’s too late for you though, little munchkin. go to sleep so daddy can put you to bed.”
his daughter nuzzles her small face into his neck, causing her father to sigh wistfully. he feels himself going back to dreamland, face relaxing.
not even two minutes later, he’s snoring like a hog.
Gojo Satoru is in love with you. He is madly, deeply, hopelessly in love with you. With love comes his devotion antics. For example, he is not able to breathe when you are not touching him in any sense—you have to resuscitate him with showers of endless kisses and hugs. He follows you from room to room like a giant, whiny shadow, whines if you ignore him for more than five seconds, and starts malfunctioning if you take more than ten minutes in the bathroom.
“Wifeyyy come outt please your Rrrromeo can't bear this separation anymore” Satoru whines, rolling his r’s, leaning against the bathroom door, “Gojo Satoru I swear to god let me piss in peace…!” you scold him, “Otayyy…” Satoru pouts, now sitting against the door.
“You’re my goddess,” he mumbles dramatically into your neck at night, arms caging you against him like he was worried you’d vanish if he let go. “It's hard to breathe when you are not near me."
You were barely handling his antics until you gave birth to a bigger, chonkier, cuter problem; his son. Gojo Satoru’s extension. Your husband’s upgraded version.
Now it was not just Satoru glued to your body 24/7 it was your baby too, crawling after you with fierce, wobbly determination, arms thrown up dramatically like he’d die if you didn’t pick him up that second
For one morning the first thing you felt was warmth. A lot of it. An arm flung over your waist, something bouncing on your stomach,-is that a furry breathing on your forehead? You open your eyes- wincing from the sunshine on your face- as soon you blink- they erupt in applause.
“She’s awake!!” Satoru cheers. Chonky Baby claps furiously, giggling. They both started bouncing from excitement, “Mama mama mama” “Baby baby baby” chanting your name while cuddling closer “You guys are so dramatic” you yawned while stretching your body, “Mama says she needs more hugs” Satoru hushes the baby, the ten-month-old- as if understanding Satoru leaps forward with all of his force in your chest giggling.
Lady Purrshia, perched atop your forehead lets out a long and lazy mrrrowl then flicks her tail, clearly unimpressed by the fanfare. "Oh, cmon purshie" Satoru reaches out and scoops her into the cuddle puddle, as he tucks her against his chest.
The Gojo’s are also very territorial, for an instance you were lounging on the couch scrolling through Pinterest while your baby was playing with his blocks by stacking them on the ground, occasionally babbling to you when he successfully stacks them as if asking for compliments for his block genius, “Good job baby!” you praised him resulting him to babble more full of pride.
As on cue, Satoru enters the room, throwing his arms up and practically melting on you, “Pillow,” he mumbles in satisfaction, nuzzling into your chest like a lovesick puppy.
But just as he settled in, a little squeak erupted from below. Your baby toddles over and tries to climb you, tugging on your pants, demanding prime position. He successfully sat on your lap and nuzzled his whole body on you, side-eyeing Satoru, marking his territory.
“Absolutely not,” Satoru says, already elbowing gently for space. “I was here first. Seniority.”
Baby lets out an indignant wail and tightening his grip on your shirt.
They both whine and cry for a while, pushing each other gently (not so gently by baby’s side)
Eventually, you sigh, sit up, and sandwich them both—Satoru’s head on one shoulder, Baby’s cheek squished against the other. You kiss them both.
“Happy now?”
“Mmmm,” Satoru hums, smug. Baby nods, gripping your shirt like it’s a lifeline.
Lady Purrshia stares from the armrest, tail flicking, then dramatically turns her back to all of you. Disgusted by the clinginess. Secretly jealous.
Your late-night shifts are the most torturous for both of them.
You finally sit down in the hospital lounge, face bone-tired, when your phone buzzes.
Incoming Call: My Toru Baby
You answer—and the screen EXPLODES with noise.
Satoru’s face leans into the frame with a peace sign. “Your fan club has arrived!!”
Baby’s chubby face appears right up in the camera, lips smudged with snack crumbs, babbling nonstop. “MAMA! Mamaaaa mamamamamamama—” he chants like it’s a ritual spell.
Satoru turns the camera to Lady Purrshia, who’s glaring at the chaos from her perch on the back of the couch.
“She refused to hold the phone,” Satoru explains. “Says her agent hasn’t negotiated screen time yet.”
You laugh, feeling your heart grow ten sizes bigger while taking a screenshot of the madness.
One night you woke up without feeling Satoru’s touch, it was unusual, slightly frowned you sat up while sleep still buzzing to your lashes, you wrapped your robe around and padded softly through the hallway.
The light from the living room spilled faintly into the corridor, warm and low. There, curled up on the couch, was the sight that melted every edge of your heart.
Satoru was reclined against the couch, legs stretched, hair tousled in all directions. Resting on his chest, belly down was your baby boy. Half-asleep, chubby cheek pressed into Satoru’s shirt, one tiny fist curled into his father’s collar. Half asleep while drooling all over Satoru, he looked like a little drowsy soup dumpling.
Satoru’s voice was low, gentle, and full of affection. “You know,” he whispered, stroking the baby’s back, “Your mama… she’s kind of a superhero. She’s the reason our hearts beat the way they do. She’s strong and smart, and she smells nice too, she fixes people, you know? Even me. I was all broken up when I met her, she walked into my life as if she belonged there, and fixed your Papa, Mama also fixed Purrshie when she was of your size.”
“Couldn’t sleep?”you called him softly, he looked up and smiled, his eyes glowing with that sleepy kind of love. “Couldn’t sleep,” he whispered, gently rocking the baby who was now starting to slip into dreamland again. “This little fluff ball was fuzzy, not sleeping at all.”
You sat beside them, sliding under Satoru’s arm, resting your head on his shoulder, hand reaching up to caress your son’s little back.
Giggling at this new revelation you carry your 3 year old daughter in your arms, to her dad.
Satoru, looking up from the spot he was snoozing on the couch, lights up at the sight of his lovely wife, and their daughter.
Your daughter, the striking image of him, same frost-kissed hair, and facial structure except her eyes: one a sparkling blue and the other exactly like yours.
“Ladies ladies, calm down there’s enough of me to go around for everyone” your husband boasts taking your daughter into his arms.
Rolling your eyes at his self indulgent joke you nudge him, “Ask her what she thinks my name is”
“Love, I think she’s old enough for us not to be surprised at knowing you’re her mother”
“Shhh just do it” you pester, excited to see his reaction.
“Okay sweetie,” Satoru holds your daughters tiny hands, leading her attention to be entirely on him “Who is this?”
“Mommy!” your daughter squeals, causing your husband to coo in adoration.
“No sweets, what’s mommy’s name?” he tries again, trying to see what the fuss is about.
Your daughter looks at you and then back at her father, “Mommy’s name is love!”.
Satoru stares stunned, as you burst into laughter.
Understanding dawns on him, he always calls you that, his love, infront of your daughter.
“You’re to blame” you grin at him.
Satoru matches your expression “With that logic if I started calling you megatron…”
“Seriously?” you shake your head amused at both of them two peas in a pod.
like ermmm maybe he saw reader getting TOO comfortable to a guy, and he starts overthinking it 😭😭 eventually he asked reader about it and reader reassures him that she's 100% loyal to yuta :333 basically angst and fluff!!!
PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING YOU
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PAIRING: yuta okkotsu x fem! reader
Genre: one-shot, fluff, a bit of angst
Warnings: overthinking, jealousy, not proofread.
AN: I'm alive :D
idk yall I'm tired of making these picture headers
WC: 1.4k
Yuta never had an issue with anybody you hung out with. In fact, he actually encouraged you to meet new people, since it seemed like you kept your circles just a little too tight.
When you told him you had been invited to a party, he was actually relieved. This would be a great opportunity for you to get out of your comfort zone a bit. Not that Yuta was really one to talk, but he’d been more outgoing recently, and he wanted that for you as well.
One of your friends had invited you and whoever else you wanted to bring to a party she was throwing, and you accepted. It really wasn’t all that much like you to actually go, but she practically begged you to, so you couldn’t refuse.
It must’ve been making you nervous because Yuta had offered to accompany you. That took a lot of the pressure you’d been feeling right off your shoulders.
Walking into the party late, there were already so many people dancing around to the music. Some were very obviously smoking, drinking, or doing whatever else people do in those crowds.
Yuta stayed on you the entire time like a watch dog. He didn’t intend for it to come off as such, but judging by the atmosphere, and people he didn’t know, he preferred to stay next to you.
After around half an hour went by, you were talking with your friend after just having spotted her. She seemed so glad to see you, and Yuta really didn’t want to interrupt.
In the middle of your catch up session, Yuta excused himself to grab a drink from the kitchen. He offered to grab one for you as well, but you politely declined.
He didn’t mind the chaos in the background, as long as you were having fun he was fine. On his way back, he was all smiles.
It wasn’t until he actually spotted you that he began to feel weird.
Who was that guy? Yuta could have sworn he'd never seen him before, yet somehow it looked like you were all ears.
Nothing about it seemed to be outwardly strange, but it was the energy of how the conversation seemed to flow, at least to him.
Who would’ve thought Yuta Okkotsu could be jealous? After all, most people can’t name a time where he’s ever remotely expressed anything of the sorts. It just wasn’t in his nature. Though tonight, something was just different.
He made his way back over next to you, brushing his hand against yours. Yuta rolled his shoulders, standing to his full height with almost robotic-like posture. “Hey Angel, who’s this?” He was practically flexing his arms with every movement he took.
With a quick glance over your shoulder and seeing that he’d returned, your eyes lit up, turning back to the boy in front of you. “Right, sorry! This is my boyfriend, Yuta!” You were so enthusiastic, pulling on his arm and putting all the emphasis.
The only thought running through Yuta’s mind was that surely the guy took the hint. Now he got it right? Maybe he’d end the conversation there and go on with his day. But no. It seemed to only motivate him further.
The guy outstretched his hand towards Yuta, who returned it with a firm handshake. “Names Yuuji, nice to meet you man!” Itadori’s voice boomed over the loud music that played. Even still, Yuta could tell just by how naturally the volume of his voice stretched over the speakers, he was usually a loud person.
Everything Yuta wasn’t. Unlike Yuji, Yuta was soft spoken, rarely ever raising his voice. Was that why you were so enthusiastic? Did you want him to be more like that?
A tight line pulled on to Yuta’s lips, giving the boy in front of him a very brief nod. When he glanced back at you, he could tell you were none the wiser. Just as before, you went back to chatting up a storm.
The next hour Yuta stood behind you as your conversation with Yuuji flowed effortlessly. You were treating him exactly like you would Yuta, joking like you’d known him forever. And Yuta hated it.
He didn’t let it show though. Physically he was acting normal with his usual cadences and calm demeanor. But inside his head? He was losing it.
All he could imagine was you and this pink haired guy, who seemed to be such a charmer chatting it up all the way to the altar. Yuta wasn’t doubting you, never that. He trusted you fully. But he didn’t know this guy. And it almost felt like either Itadori was oblivious to how exactly he was coming off.
Throughout the drawn out talking session you and Yuji were engaged in, he was beating himself up. Yuta felt horrible about it, but he didn’t want to pull you away from conversing with this guy just because of his feelings, so he waited until you were done talking to pull you aside.
Yuta was staring at the cup in between his fingers, swishing the liquid around when you finally made your way over. You leaned over the kitchen counter with a smile so bright he almost forgot how late it was.
One touch of his fingers on yours had you meeting his gaze. Yuta fiddled with your fingers absentmindedly, almost as if holding onto whatever last bit of confidence he had.
“So..Yuuji?” He didn’t intend for his voice to crack, but it did. There was only so much he could handle.
You sighed, nodding your head and smiling. “Haven’t seen him in forever. We go way back, you know?” There was a lightness in your voice, and even after only talking, you were out of breath like you’d run a mile.
The only thing Yuta heard was that Yuuji was the love of your life. Scratch out whatever other possible scenarios he convinced himself were the truth because unfortunately he settled on this one.
So you were beyond confused when he put his cup down onto the counter next to him, running a hand down his face.
He tried to turn his head away to hide, but you stepped in front of him moving his hand away from his eyes. Wait– Was he crying?
A few tears poked at the corners of his eyes and you quickly rubbed them away, a panic on your face. "Yuta? What’s wrong?” You must’ve said something wrong or are missing a piece of your memory from the last five seconds because your boyfriend was rid to tears after just a few words from your lips.
Yuta lifted his head trying to contain himself, because he knew this was it. This was where you’d tell him that you’d found a better guy, who you must’ve been in love with from the past. “You can tell me if you like him, you know?” It hadn’t even been a second and he’d already given up, so defeated. If you wanted to leave he wouldn’t stop you.
With wide eyes and tear stained finger tips, you brought him back to reality. “Yuu, I love you okay? You’re the only one I want. He's an old friend.” You forgot just how sensitive Yuta could get, and when his thoughts ran wild, well, that was a mess waiting to happen. “Yuuji’s the boy from my middle school, the athletic boy a grade below me?”
You both laughed in sync, seeing as how ridiculous this was.
Now he remembers. It was when you both were discussing old friends you had throughout the years. That was months ago, though, and the conversation was completely forgotten in Yuta’s mind by now.
With a nod, he finally looked at you, the worry slowly began to fade from his face. He felt like an idiot for not remembering. But as always, you were understanding. “Maybe it’s just the stress of the party. Want to head out?” That was true. There were so many lights flashing and the music was so loud that you couldn’t even hear the sound of people splashing in the pool out back.
With one quick sip of his water, Yuta agreed. “Yeah.”
A telling smile pulled up your cheeks when you took your hand and guided him out of the open kitchen and through the crowd of sweaty bodies. “Let’s go say bye to Yuuji, yeah?”
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summary: yuuta okkotsu has been spider-man for five years now, and not to jinx it, life has been going pretty well for him. he’s on a full-ride scholarship at columbia, he’s been working part-time as a teacher’s aide for professor geto, and he got a lifetime supply of free pizza after saving that pizza parlor for the eighth time. when he has a one-night stand with you, he later finds out you are his little sister’s tutor, and apparently, she thinks that you and he belong together.
warning(s): 18+, MDNI, explicit sexual content, smut, name calling (baby, etc), oral sex (f. and m. receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, pull-out method,
word count: 9.36k
author’s notes: reader is inspired by mary jane watson, and her nickname is mj. she calls yuuta 'tiger' sometimes, and she wears glasses. banners and dividers are made by the talented @saradika-graphics! images are from pinterest!
When Yuuta was seventeen, he went on a field trip, got bitten by a radioactive spider, passed out and woke up in bed the next morning with superpowers. Now that he thought about it, his parents should have brought him to the emergency room, but they didn’t have any health insurance back then, so yeah, he understood their predicament, even more so now as a twenty-two-year-old college senior, hoping to make enough money to even afford grad school.
Speaking of money, he really needs to get the Shocker under control if he wants to get to his teaching class on time. He is already on thin ice with Professor Geto, and admittedly, Yuuta has been given more second chances than he deserves. He couldn’t count the number of times he has been late to his job. It is a miracle that Geto hadn’t fired him yet.
(Then again, it is probably more likely due to Yuuta walking in on his boss with a freshman kneeling on her knees in front of him, and Geto is just hoping his aide can be discreet.)
“Come on, Shockie!” Hidden behind the red mask, he is more sarcastic and flamboyant than his usual shy self. Spider-Man is meant to be funny, even if his best friend Maki says he ends up sounding like an annoying little shit instead. “You know the drill! You make trouble, I beat you up, and you go to jail! Why don’t we just skip to the last part, so we can go on about our day? Cool?”
Clearly, Shocker doesn’t appreciate his nickname because he sends a shockwave at him, almost knocking a car back at him if Yuuta hadn’t dodged it in time, thanks to his underappreciated spider-sense.
“Okay, first of all, rude.” Spider-Man points to him as he hangs onto a light pole. “You know, the property damage alone is enough to warrant an arrest, so you might as well just give up.”
Shocker fires off more shockwaves for Spider-Man to dodge, not noticing the vigilante getting closer to him. “You’re such a little shit!”
“Yeah, a lot of people say that, but how else am I supposed to distract you?”
“What?”
Spider-Man shoots two separate lines from his web shooters at the light poles at either side of Shocker. He builds up enough momentum to launch a powerful kick to the supervillain’s chest, knocking him out.
He webs Shocker against one of the wrecked cars for good measure, and the crowd around him claps, although there are a few people who think he is the problem.
“Leave the real job to the police, Spider-Fucker!”
“You’re ruining this country!”
“Have a nice day!” Spider-Man calls out as he shoots a web at a building and proceeds to web-swing his way to Columbia. Yuuta scrolls his phone absent-mindedly for any texts before noticing the time. “Oh crap! I’m going to be so late!”
Suddenly, his spider-sense goes off, but it’s too late.
He swings straight into a flock of pigeons, who retaliate furiously by attempting to peck his eyes out.
“I’m home!” Yuuta shrugs his backpack off as he locks the door behind him. “Mom? Dad? Anyone?”
“It’s just me here,” He hears the voice of his younger sister, Yui, and sees her on her laptop in the living room. “Mom and Dad have this yoga-wushu hybrid thing going on at the community centre. I don’t know. Some old, retired people stuff.”
“Well, I’m sure they’re thankful you word it out so eloquently like that.” He grabs an apple out of the fruit basket and plops down on the couch next to her. He peers at her screen. “You know, for your college applications, you should mention the racial micro-aggressions you have experienced, like the time you didn’t get invited to Lizzy Harris’s party.”
“I didn’t even want to go to her party. She once tried to shame me because I ate carbs for lunch!” She scoffs. “Are you suggesting I employ white guilt to get into college?”
“It got me my scholarship.”
Yui looks thoughtful for a moment. “I’ll think about it. Why are you here anyway? Did you run out of discount cup noodles or something?”
The secret vigilante laughs bitterly before admitting, “Yes. I can only eat so much of them before I implode.”
“Well, you’re in luck. Mom made some of that cabbage you like,” Yui’s just like their dad. A pure carnivore, so she doesn’t get why Yuuta and their mother love the salted cabbage dish so much.
Yuuta lets out a whoop, quickly searching through the fridge for his mom’s food. He finds the cabbage and sets a portion aside before scooping a bowl of rice from the rice cooker.
“Hey, dude. You’re not seeing anyone, right?” His sister asks him. “I have this friend, and she seems like she would get along with you.”
“I’m going to stop you right there,” He interrupts her, holding his hand up. “I know I sort of have a baby face, but I am not going to hook up with your underage friends-”
“What? No! Ew, get your head out of your ass.” She responds in disgust at the idea. “I’m talking about my chemistry tutor. She also goes to Columbia, and she’s a sophomore. I think she’s like twenty or something, at most.”
“Never mind about the blind date thing. Why is this the first I’m hearing about you getting tutored in chemistry?” Yuuta queries. “I’m a Biochem major. I could have helped you out.”
“You’re busy. Besides, she makes chemistry sound fun, while you, well, you make it boring and nerdy.”
“I do not! My students like me! They say so themselves!”
“Yeah, and how many of them are girls who were flirting with the TA in hopes of getting an easy A?”
Yuuta admits defeat. He, of course, rejected their advances, but Geto is a whole other story. He wonders how his mentor hasn’t gotten fired yet. Maybe he’s sleeping with the head of HR, too. “Okay, but there were a few guys!”
“You’re still proving my point, big brother.” Yui hums as she takes out a drink from the fridge. Suddenly, she becomes serious, her usual playful demeanour gone. “It’s been four years. I know you two were insanely in love, but… Rika’s gone.”
Rika Orimoto. She was Yuuta’s first love, his first serious girlfriend. His first everything, really. She was also the first person to know about his powers and secret double life.
They were so happy. Yuuta would have done anything for her. They naively thought they were invincible, until the night at the clock tower, where Green Goblin dropped her, and the web Spider-Man shot to save her ended up breaking her back and killing her.
Ever since then, Yuuta has never been in a serious relationship. Sure, he had a few casual hookups. He and Maki even gave dating a shot for two weeks before they decided they were better off as friends, much to Panda’s disappointment.
“I appreciate your concern, Yui, but you don’t have to keep worrying about me. Okay?” Yuuta pats her head, wondering when she had grown up so much. “I’m still young.”
She looks like she wants to talk more about it, but decides not to, in the end. “Yeah, right. You’re like thirty.”
“I’m twenty-two!”
At the college dorms, you are listening to your roommate, Nobara, complain about her latest Tinder fail.
“He literally didn’t even buy me a burger when I forgot my wallet! I even promised that I'll pay him back, but he said it was all about gender equality. Like, excuse me? Equality doesn’t mean you can’t act like a fucking gentleman!” She whines. “God! Is it really that hard to find a guy with a hot, jock body and a golden heart who would treat a girl right?”
“You know who fits that bill exactly?” You muse as you go over your lab report. “Yuji.”
“Hard pass,” Nobara immediately rejects him, and somewhere across the campus, an imaginary arrow shoots Yuji in the head. “He thinks Human Earthworm is the pinnacle of cinema. How about you? How did it go with that guy you're seeing?”
You groan at the memory of the last date you went on. You understood that he got out of a serious relationship, and you were fine with that. You aren’t looking for anything serious right now. “Total dud. We were just casual, but still, it was kind of fucking rude of him to moan his ex’s name when I was blowing him.”
“Gross.” She looks in her hand mirror, applying her mascara perfectly. “I hope you didn’t sleep with him after that.”
“Do I look insane?” You ask her incredulously instead of answering. “I left him with blue balls, right then and there. Even blocked his number, too.”
“As you should!” She takes out two dresses from her wardrobe. One of them is a sparkly two-piece set covered with black sequins, and the other is a red bodycon dress with a halter top neckline. “Which one is better?”
You pause from reviewing your lab reports and take a few seconds to decide. “The black one. It goes better with your hair.”
Nobara thanks you before changing. You absent-mindedly double-check your calculations, making sure you used the correct equations and formulas.
“Whose class is that for? Is it Geto’s?” Your roommate asks you while deciding which handbag to match with her outfit. “I heard rumours that he offers extra tutoring, if you catch my drift.”
She winks at you playfully, while you roll your eyes at her. Nobara is studying Art History, a completely different department from your field, and yet somehow the Chemistry department has the most scandals in the whole college.
People do say that nerds tend to be the freakiest ones.
“It’s for Ieiri’s class. Geto teaches the freshman courses only. Besides,” You answer, “I’m not into the whole teacher-student thing. The power dynamics are way too skewed for me.”
“Come on. You’re like the biggest flirt I know,” She presses you for more info. “Not even a little wink for the TA?”
“Last year, Geto’s TA was Kamo.” Nobara lets out a sound of realisation at your revelation. Kamo isn’t ugly; in fact, he’s quite handsome, but he is also very uptight and proper, which is probably why Geto replaced him after only one semester. You have heard rumours that his new TA is just as pleasing to the eye as his mentor, a decent guy, and apparently has a great ass.
“Okay, let’s change the subject,” She points at you as if you are a travesty waiting to happen. “MJ, it’s Friday night, and you’re not even doing your homework. You’re just reviewing it.”
“I just want it to be perfect!” You protest as you laugh at her dramatics.
“And they already are! You’re like literally the smartest person I know! Come on, you’ve been working so hard lately. You deserve to blow off some steam.”
You want to tell Nobara to go enjoy herself, but you stop to think for a moment. You have been working hard lately, especially since you started tutoring Yui Okkotsu, and you haven’t been to a party in weeks. Freshman ___ would be so disappointed in you if you didn’t go to at least a monthly party.
You slam your laptop shut. “You know what? Fuck it! I’m going to a party!”
You high-five Nobara before asking for her help in picking out an outfit that says, ‘I’m a woman in STEM, but I’m also the hottest thing here.’
Yuuta Okkotsu isn’t a party guy. Period.
You would think after getting superpowers from a radioactive spider bite, he would gain confidence in himself, but that only comes out when he’s in his Spider-Man persona.
Yuuta is still the same bumbling, self-conscious nerd he was before he got his powers. He just has a hot body that helps some people get past that.
So, it would corroborate the fact that parties aren’t really his scene. The thought of at least thirty drunk college kids all crammed in one house with blaring music in the background and questionable sex noises from upstairs already makes him queasy, especially with his enhanced senses.
Unfortunately, Maki Zen’in does not take no for an answer.
“Mai and I have been planning this party for weeks,” His green-haired best friend drags him inside the house to help move around the furniture. “You are not skipping it, and don’t use Spider-Man as an excuse, Okkotsu.”
“Well, actually, I’ve been wanting to get more intel on Kingpin. I have this guy on the inside, Haruta-”
“Bullshit! You caught Kingpin last week!”
“Wait, since when do you pay attention-”
“You’re coming to the party, and you’re staying. END OF STORY.”
That was how Yuuta found himself awkwardly standing around with Toge and Panda by his side while the twins were entertaining their guests.
“Sheesh!" Panda scans the crowd, not recognising most of them. “Did you know Maki is this popular? I don’t even know half of these people!”
Toge answers him, “Well, she is the captain of the volleyball team.”
“I think most of them are tag-alongs,” Yuuta gives his two cents. Usually, he wears his Spidey suit underneath his civilian clothes. He started this habit after a few unfortunate incidents in which strangers stumbled upon him in his boxers in random alleys. However, tonight he’s glad he skipped the suit because, with all the people, the house is basically a hotbed despite the AC being cranked up to full blast.
Maki walks over to them with a tray of drinks, which they gladly take. “Come on, guys! Go mingle or something. Don’t look like you are forced to be here.”
Toge intercepts, “Uh, you did force us?”
“Because this is our final year!”
Yuuta raises his hand. “It’s not my final year, though? I’m staying for grad school, remember?”
“Okay, fine. The final year for the people who are sane enough to be done with school.” Maki comments. “Look, I invited Megumi and his friends over. You guys are okay with them.”
Yuuta has met Megumi, Maki’s younger cousin, a few times, but he’s actually closer to Yuji. He used to live in the residence hall as a junior, and despite not being in the same department, they actually ended up being great friends. He’s met Nobara a few times, but he doesn’t think they vibe well; that’s mainly a problem for him because she’s once cussed out Spider-Man online for apparently ruining her trip to Vegas, though Yuuta’s not exactly sure how he did that.
Maki’s phone beeps, and she takes it out of her pocket. “Speak of the devil. They just arrived, and Nobara brought her roommate over.”
The door opens, and he sees the trio walk in. Nobara’s already arguing with Yuji about the Human Earthworm series, while Megumi looks like he’s tuning them out, and then Yuuta sees you.
Oh wow.
You are one of the most gorgeous girls he has ever seen, and he doesn’t say that lightly. You are dressed in glasses, a tight sweater, a plaid miniskirt, sheer tights and Oxford shoes. You are giving 'sexy librarian', a fantasy Yuuta admits he has had ever since he was thirteen and just found out about the wonders of porn.
“You might want to close your mouth there, buddy.” Panda claps his back, although the secret vigilante hardly feels it. “You’re going to get flies.”
“I-I wasn’t staring at her-” Yuuta stammers, but Maki cuts him off.
“Oh please, Okkotsu!” She snorts. “You’re turning red faster than the time we caught you with Felicia!”
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention my ex.” Actually, he isn’t even sure if he could count the cat burglar and occasional anti-hero as an ex, when all they did was have sex in their costumes when they weren’t fighting half the time. Eventually, it became apparent that she was only interested in Spider-Man, and not the man behind the mask, so Yuuta told her he couldn’t see her anymore.
That relationship ended horrendously, and she basically ransacked his entire apartment as payback. Whatever, Black Cat is Daredevil’s problem now, and Yuuta only hopes that Higuruma can handle all of that.
“Whatever! Go talk to her, dude!” Yuuta isn’t sure how Maki can push him so easily when he has literal spider-strength, but she somehow manages to shove him in your direction. He awkwardly collides with your back, causing you to oomph in surprise.
“I am so sorry!” He apologises to you over the loud music. “My stupid friends pushed me, and you were in the way-”
You scan him up and down. During your previous collision, his body felt surprisingly solid, despite the nerdy weeb aura he gave off. He’s almost a good head taller than you, with broad shoulders and long limbs. His face catches your attention the most. He is certainly handsome in a Tim Burton kind of style with his pale skin and dark hair, but you also feel like you have seen him somewhere before.
“That’s too bad.” You smile flirtatiously at him, touching his shoulder. “I thought you bumped into me because you saw something you liked.”
“No! Wait, I mean, yes! Sort of? Um,” He fumbles his words, making you laugh. You can’t remember the last time a guy became nervous because of you.
You decide to put him out of his misery, holding your hand out. “I’m ___, but people call me MJ.”
“Yuuta,” He introduces himself, shaking your hand. “MJ? Where did that come from?”
You chuckle as you remember the memorable incident that led to your nickname. “It’s a long story.”
“I have time.” Yuuta smiles, which you find pleasing.
“Well, it all started during my junior year.” You start telling him. “I was the designated driver for my friend group because I was the only one with a permit. Anyways, I got pulled over, and it turns out that one of my friends, Yuji, had left his backpack, which had his brother’s pot.”
Yuuta groans in pity for you. “Oh no.”
“Oh yes!” You chortled. “I got arrested until Choso; that’s the brother’s name, finally got to the station, and admitted that the weed was his. Somehow, the whole school found out, and they called me MJ, which explains itself, and it just sort of stuck.”
“That’s unfortunate. Oh man, I can’t imagine.”
“What about you?” You look up at him through the lenses of your glasses. “Got any fancy nicknames from embarrassing high school stories?”
“Not really,” He discreetly wipes his sweaty hand on his jeans. Needless to say, this is the longest conversation he has had with an attractive woman in a long time. Of course, it doesn’t count when he’s Spider-Man. “I’m just plain old Yuuta.”
“I don’t know about that. You look like you could be a Tiger to me,” You hum as you flirt with him. You swear you have heard his name before. “Wait, are you the same Yuuta who works for Professor Geto?”
“Yeah, I’m his TA. Are you taking his class?” Are you a freshman? Most importantly for Yuuta, are you one of the girls sleeping with his mentor? Because that is a whole can of worms he isn’t willing to involve himself with.
“Oh no, I’m a sophomore. I took it when Kamo was his TA. However,” You teasingly play with one of the cords of his hoodie. “I think I would have paid more attention if you were the TA last year.”
He blushes at your implication. “Nah, probably not. I’m not that interesting to others.”
“Well, that’s their loss.” You take a step closer to him. None of you has drunk even a drop of alcohol tonight, but somehow, you feel intoxicated. There is just something about Yuuta. You trail your fingertips up his solid chest. “I think you have something going on. Maybe a secret?”
“Well, you just have to get closer,” His voice is breathless. Your perfume is surrounding him, but his senses aren't bothered by it, “to find out.”
“Hmm?” Your nose brushes against his. “How much closer?”
Yuuta answers you by crashing his lips against yours, swallowing the sudden moan you voice out as his hands grab your waist and pull you in closer. He never acts like this, but there is just something about you.
A few minutes later, you and Yuuta are leaving the party, all wrapped up in each other, while waiting for the Uber to take you to his studio apartment.
Yuuta barely even gets to lock his door before you pounce on him. He catches you, steadying you by wrapping your legs around his waist. You kiss him for a brief second before you pull his hoodie off and his shirt along with it, and you are stunned by what you see.
“You’ve been hiding all of this under your clothes?” You ask in disbelief.
Yuuta Okkotsu may look like a total nerd on the outside, but he is fucking built like a Michelangelo sculpture. You count the ridges of his abs, and oh god, he has a literal eight-pack with freaking Batman side-muscles that taper into his lean waist. You have heard of guys with sleeper builds, but does Yuuta’s figure really count as one when he literally trumps every guy you have seen?
Your palm grazes his chest as if you’re afraid you might ruin a work of art. “You have the best body, literally. Do you work out a lot?”
“Yeah, I try to,” Yuuta lies through his teeth. “I just follow this special routine.”
By special routine, he means web-slinging through New York and fighting supervillains daily. That’s his routine.
“Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s working,” You murmur before leaning down and pushing your lips to his soft lips. He parts his mouth, and you slip your tongue inside. He carries you to his bed, which isn’t far, since his studio is pretty small, but it’s better than having sex in your dorm, where there isn’t a shred of privacy.
Your heart is beating a mile a minute as he carefully places you down on his plain, grey covers. Yuuta’s rough fingers brush against the hem of your sweater.
“May I?” He asks, as if his sizable erection isn’t straining through his jeans, and he isn’t fighting every animal instinct telling him to fuck you through the mattress. His eyes are glazed over as he looks at you, flushed and breathing heavily. To Yuuta, you look like a dream.
You use your elbows to push yourself up, meeting his gaze with a careless grin. “Yes, you may.”
With that, he pulls your sweater up above your chest, and you raise your arms up, allowing Yuuta to pull your sweater completely off you. You reach behind to unhook your lacey bra, freeing your perky breasts. Yuuta’s breath hitches at seeing your hard nipples, a clear sign of your arousal.
You lie back down, and he sinks to his knees, pulling your hips towards him, just until your legs hang off the edge of the mattress. Your skin erupts in goosebumps as he strips you of your sheer tights, being careful not to rip them, which you find so sexy, as many of the assholes you’ve hooked up with in the past had no care for preserving your clothes.
The air is too hot. This isn’t even the first time you’ve ever had sex with someone you barely even know, but there is just something about Yuuta, and with every second, you want him even more. Whether he’s all over you or inside you, you just want him.
Suddenly, you hear a siren in the background, and red-and-blue lights flood the apartment, momentarily taking you and Yuuta out of the moment.
He walks over to the window and peers out into the neighbourhood.
“What’s happening out there?” You ask him.
“I don’t know. Just a bunch of cops,” He answers. A part of him wants to get back to you, but the superhero part slaps the other guy and tells Yuuta that it is his duty as Spider-Man to at least call some other vigilante and have them check it out. “I have a friend in the NYPD, so I’m just gonna call him real quick. Okay?”
“Sure,” He moves to enter the bathroom, but you grab his wrist. “Yuuta! Don’t take too long, or else, I might just get started without you.”
Blood rushes downwards to his engorged cock, and Yuuta could feel his tip already leaking. God, how did he go to the same school as you for two years and didn't bump into you once? He’s sure that he would have remembered you if he did. He leans down and captures your lips, ravishing you before pulling away with a soft bite on your bottom lip, making you moan.
“I won’t even dream of it,” He gently squeezes one of your tits, pinching the nipple as you feel your pussy tingle in anticipation. “It’ll be just a moment.”
Yuuta shuts the bathroom door behind him before pulling out his phone. He opens TikTok and searches for recent supervillain attacks in Queens, and lo and behold, it’s Stilt-Man.
“Stilt-Man? What the fuck, man?” He whispers. Yuuta swears that the minor villain, who is more of a nuisance, actually just likes to annoy him. Usually, he would pull up to the scene in his suit, web the stilts, and call it a day, but Yuuta has been on a dry spell for months, and he’s not going to let Stilt-Man of all people stop him from ending it.
He scrolls through his phone to call Higuruma; Stilt-Man’s more of a Daredevil villain, but pauses. He’s sure that the underpaid lawyer would definitely chew him out for prioritising sex.
Yuuta shakes his head. He scrolls up to call a less responsible vigilante.
“Hey, it’s Gojo here, or more commonly as Deadpool or The Merc With A Mouth to my enemies! Which one are you?”
“Did you lose your phone again? It’s me, Yuuta.”
“Spidey, my boy! How’s it going?”
“I’m good.” He answers. “I just need a favour. I have a girl over, but Stilt-Man’s causing trouble-”
“Oh, you don’t even have to ask!”
For a second, Yuuta is relieved, but the mercenary continues talking.
“I can totally switch in for you while you do your Spidey business! She’s at least eighteen, right?”
“What! No! Gojo-”
Yuuta hears the anti-hero guffawing over the phone. “I’m just messing with you! I ain’t gonna do you dirty like that! Now, get back to fucking! The readers are getting impatient!”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“The Tumblr readers! There’s a whole subculture about them! Oh, and Yuuta, you should know! Suguru ends up as Mor-”
“Thanks, man. Knew I could count on you.” Well, Yuuta could always count on Gojo to make him feel okay with committing less-than-responsible actions. “You sure you’re gonna be okay?”
“Nah, I’d win.”
There is a brief moment of silence.
“What?”
“The JJK fans will get it.”
Yuuta hangs up the call. Gojo is a great friend, despite their disastrous first meeting, where Deadpool mistakenly tried to kill Spider-Man because Kingpin paid him, but there is also so much of his craziness that Yuuta could take in one day.
He turns his phone off, silencing it for good measure. He has you on his bed, hot and wanton, and Yuuta Okkotsu is not going to let anything ruin the night.
He re-enters his apartment, only to see the sight of you pulling your lacey panties down your legs, leaving you in your miniskirt. You smile at him when you turn around and finally notice him.
“Hey there, Tiger.” You walk over to him before pulling him into a kiss. “I just thought I would get myself ready for you. Wanna take my skirt off for me?”
“Actually, can you keep it on?” Without your panties and tights, he could see your ass cheeks peeking out, and that turns him on more than anything else. “You look really sexy.”
You snort very unsexily. “If you say so, Tiger, but you better fuck me with them on.”
“I intend to.” Yuuta leads you to the bed and lays you down on his sheets. He crawls on top of you, surprisingly paying no attention to your ample chest, but instead, hikes your skirt up to your waist, exposing your pretty pussy to him. To his delight, your clitoris is throbbing with excitement, and when he scissors his fingers inside of you, your hips squirm as you try to hold back your moans.
“F-fuck, Tiger!” You whimper as he presses his thumb on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your legs kick uncontrollably when he parts your nether lips, and he dives straight into eating you out. He laps at you sloppily, his strong hands clutching your hips, pinning you to the bed. You cover your mouth, trying not to be noisy, but Yuuta pulls your hands away.
He makes eye contact with you while flicking his tongue against your labia. “Come on, baby. Don’t hold back.”
He nips on your clit, sucking it while his index finger is inside of you, knuckle-deep and stretching out your spongy inner walls. The spring coiled tightly in your stomach releases when he hits your G-spot, and you cum on his tongue as he drowns you in pleasure. Your back arches off the bed as your walls flutter around his finger and you whine loudly, “Yuuta! Oh, Yuuta!”
He presses your foreheads together when you come down from your high, his breathing just as hot and heavy as yours. In all of your past relationships, you have never been the one to cum first. Sometimes, you don't even have an orgasm, but somehow, Yuuta, a nerdy senior with the best sleeper build, somehow manages to do exactly that within the first hour of knowing you.
“D-do you want to continue?” His voice is hoarse as he looks at you with those blue eyes.
You mischievously palm his bulge as an answer. “What do you think, Tiger?”
He grins before pushing himself off you. He unzips his jeans, kicking them off, before peeling off his black boxers, revealing his thick cock. Not only is Yuuta handsome with a body comparable to Adonis’s, but his cock is unfairly big. Your hazy eyes might be blinding you, consuming your mind with unbridled lust, but you estimate him to be at least eight inches, and quite girthy with a tip that is already leaking pre-cum down his impressive length.
Your mouth waters, eager to challenge yourself by enveloping his dick and seeing how much of him you could take down your throat, but his hand firmly pushes you back to lie down, and Yuuta crawls to you, his tip barely breaching between your legs.
“Later,” He rolls his hips against yours, lubricating the tip of his cock with your release. “I need to be inside you right now. Do you want me to use a condom?”
“Later,” You lazily repeat after him. He isn’t the only one who’s desperate to have your pussy filled. “I’m on birth control. Just pull out, if you think you can.”
Your challenge arouses him even further, and Yuuta’s determined to rise up to it. He lines his dick between your drenched folds. You gasp when he finally pushes inside of you, and even though this is hardly your first time, he’s stretching you out, working you open until finally, all eight inches are inside you.
His breath hitches at your warmth surrounding his cock. You grip his sheets as your cunt adjusts to his large size.
“MJ? Oh fuck.” He croaks, your unbelievable heat is about to make him lose all sense of control. “Are you okay? Do you want to continue?”
“Yes!” You whimper as you feel him throbbing inside of you. “Yuuta, Tiger, fuck me. Oh please, fuck me.”
With your explicit permission, Yuuta starts rolling his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt. Your moans escape at each smack of flesh as his balls meet your ass, and he is gripping your waist so hard, you’re sure you’ll wake up with bruises identical to his large hands.
“Yuuta! Oh fuck, you’re so fucking big!” You break out in choked sobs as you grip his sheets. Your glasses fog up from the heated atmosphere as the fire in your abdomen is threatening to spread to your whole body. “You’re so good!”
He grabs your leg and hikes your ankle over his shoulder, adjusting the angle so he can pound you harder and deeper. He’s hitting your G-spot repeatedly with the tip of his cock, and you feel yourself building up. The pace he fucks you with is fast, brutal and everything you need it to be.
“You like that?” His voice is nothing like the gentle and polite tone he used at the party. With every frantic thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, knowing you can take him. “Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me, MJ. Let go.”
His quiet demand has you reaching your peak as your thighs tremble and your inner walls convulse around his cock. His hips stutter, and for a second, you think he’s going to creampie you, but Yuuta pulls out in record time. He rests his wet cock on your nether lips, rubbing between them before his cum suddenly sprays out. A few loads splatter on your stomach, but some land on your heaving breasts. The final load sprays out and lands on your glasses, obscuring your blurred vision.
“Shit, your glasses. Um, let me get that for you,” He stretches over to his bedside table, pulling out a couple of tissues, and wipes your glasses for you. “You might wanna use a wipe if you have it. I used to wear glasses, so I know how expensive they can get.”
“It’s fine, Yuuta.” You gratefully take your glasses back from him, your blurry vision finally becoming clear after they were wiped of his release. You notice that his dick is still rock-hard, despite him cumming seconds earlier. His recovery period is insane. “Well, I think someone is still unsatisfied.”
He sheepishly blushes as he brushes the back of his head. “Yeah, it takes a while. You don’t have to-”
“What do you mean, I don’t have to? We’re talking about my pride here, Tiger.” You gleefully straddle his hips. Your slit rests on his shaft as you grind your hips. You know there’s no use in his pulling out earlier when you’re spreading his cum on your nether lips, but at this point, you don’t care anymore. You then sink down on his cock, and roll your hips as you ride him. His hips snap up as he matches your lazy pace, and for the rest of the night, you and Yuuta spend hours having sex, with each other eager to chase after the other’s release.
Your body aches everywhere from your legs to your thighs to, obviously, your pussy. Everything aches.
Does that mean you regret having sex with Yuuta for hours as if you were a couple of horny teenagers, and not mature young adults?
No.
You don’t regret a single thing, even when you know you have a tutoring session the very next day.
“MJ, you seriously let him cum inside?”
You get out of the subway while on the phone with Nobara. Your roommate had been freaking out when you suddenly disappeared from the party, but you had called her after you left Yuuta’s apartment. You’re not afraid to admit that you left a little later than usual because you were helping him cut down on his bills by showering with him. Climate change is real, so you are just doing your part. If it ended up with him railing you from behind against the tiles, well, it just happens.
“Yeah, I know, it’s stupid, but you know how it is.” You climb up the steps, leaving the underground, and into the relatively fresh air of Queens. Hopefully, none of those villain assholes is going to rob a bank and ruin everyone’s day. “You just get in the moment, and you don’t think of anything else.”
“But, Yuuta? Maki’s nerdy friend? Seriously?”
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” You hum, reminiscing about how his cock hit your G-spot so perfectly. “You should really stop with the jocks. Most of them are jerks, but the nerdy ones… They know what they’re doing.”
“Whatever you say. So, are you gonna see him again? The fact that you stayed over at his place says something.”
“I don’t know." You have never really been in a serious relationship. After all, you didn’t have the best examples growing up, but Yuuta’s so sweet and incredibly sexy. If nothing else, he has a better chance than anyone of your exes. “We exchanged phone numbers earlier, so I’ll see how it goes.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing. You know, he and Maki tried dating last year, but it didn’t work out. Honestly, I’ve never seen him with an actual serious girlfriend.”
“So?” You buzz the doorbell to Yui’s apartment, walking inside the building when she lets you in. “I’m not exactly the best example for steady relationships. Look, Nobara, Yuuta’s sweet, and I would appreciate it if you don’t go full Sherlock Holmes on him. Everyone has a past.”
You hear her huff. Clearly, she didn’t expect you to call her out. You know that she and Maki are great friends, but if she and Yuuta ended their relationship on mutual terms, it doesn’t mean that he’s a bad guy.
“Whatever. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She hangs up on you, and you sigh heavily. Nobara’s a great friend, and you’re grateful to have her as your roommate, but she can get a bit intense about guys and relationships.
You put your phone back in your pocket and take the elevator to the sixth floor. When you reach the designated floor, you turn left and walk to the end of the corridor where Yui Okkotsu and her parents lived.
“Hey, MJ. Come inside,” Yui is a high school senior you have been tutoring for the last few months. You have helped her raise her C- average in Chemistry to a B+, and hopefully, in the next month, she can raise it to an A. “My parents are out with their friends, but my brother’s around. He’s pretty quiet, so he won’t bother us.”
“Is he your younger brother?”
“I wish,” She snorts. “He’s a senior at Columbia, actually. He’s in the same department as you, so maybe you've seen him around. Oh, there he is! Yuuta, come meet MJ!”
You freeze at his name before seeing him lounging on the sofa in the living room. He reacts similarly, clearly not expecting to see his one-night stand in his family’s apartment. Now that you think about it, he and Yui look extremely alike with their dark hair and blue eyes.
“What’s up with you two?” Yui chuckles, not sensing the awkward tension between you and Yuuta. “Do you already know each other?”
That’s an under-exaggeration.
Once you got over seeing the man who literally fucked you to sleep, you had to get to work with Yui, helping her with her organic chemistry, while ignoring how your thighs shuddered at the sight of Yuuta.
Despite being famously known as a party girl, you tend to be more serious as a tutor, finding that it helps your students focus more. When you let Yui take a break, you excuse yourself to get a drink from the kitchen, but you bump into Yuuta on the way.
“Sorry about that, MJ,” He apologises, even though you are the one who had collided with his firm chest. You remember how his abdominal muscles contracted and relaxed when you were all over him the night before. “Um, about last night, I had no idea that you’re Yui’s tutor. She talked about you.”
“She also mentioned you a few times.” You smile at him. “So you’re the older brother she keeps trying to set me up with? What a coincidence.”
“Yeah,” he laughs awkwardly. “For the record, this isn’t the first time she tried to set me up, so I was kind of wary about you.”
You touch his arm, feeling his strong biceps that had carried you as if you weighed absolutely nothing. “Maybe you should listen to her sometimes. I heard that sisters are smarter than brothers.”
“Maybe I should,” he flirts back with you.
You smile shyly, focusing your attention away from how his shy and gentle behaviour makes your heart beat a bit faster, a feeling you haven’t had in a long time. You see the newspaper on the kitchen island, where a photo of Spider-Man beating Shocker is front and centre. You then notice a familiar name in the byline.
“I didn’t know you took pictures of Spider-Man.” You pick up the newspaper, scanning the article briefly. As usual, Jameson is blaming everything on the vigilante as usual.
“Oh, that guy?” He laughs awkwardly as if he’s trying to cover something up. “I’ve been taking pictures of him since high school. It’s nothing special.”
“Nothing special? I know tons of guys who would use that as a pickup line,” You don’t have a background in photography, but you can’t deny the quality of the picture. It looks like a comic panel, and nothing like the more blurry pictures you have seen online. “Seems like you have a few sides to you, Tiger. Biochemist, photographer, incredible lover.”
He blushes at your explicit compliment, but his phone beeps, distracting him from flirting back with you. His eyebrows furrow at what he reads.
You ask him, “What’s wrong?”
“Mysterio’s causing some trouble at Midtown,” He pockets his phone and slugs his backpack over his shoulder. “MJ, I’m really sorry, but I have to be there-”
“Say no more. I get it,” After all. You’re no stranger to the struggles of paying off student loans. However, you call out to him when he’s about to leave the apartment, and ask him something you've never had before. “Tiger, how about we go on a date sometime?”
He blinks in surprise. Sure, Yuuta has had a few casual relationships before, but he has never been the one who was asked out first, especially by someone as social and awesome as you.
He smiles before walking over to you and gently kissing you. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Crap. Craptastic. Craplicious. Crapalooza.”
Yuuta thinks it’s kind of amazing how many variations of crap Jameson could think of. It makes sense since he is a renowned journalist.
His boss throws the photos down on his desk. “Damn it, Okkotsu. Can’t you take better pictures of Spider-Man when he’s actually committing the crime?”
“Sir, with all due respect, it seems like Spider-Man’s just, you know, fighting the bad guys?”
“Really, and how would you know that he’s not secretly colluding with those unemployed villains?” His moustache is particularly bushy today. “You may think he’s your buddy, but you are not friends!”
Jameson looks through the photos again. “I’ll give you 200 bucks for them.”
“Sir, they’re at least 400! You know that!” Yuuta argues.
“You were satisfied with just a hundred when you started working for us.”
“Well, I was a dumb teenager back then. I’ve grown,” He then resorts to emotional blackmail. “Please, sir. I’m still paying off my loans, and my sister wants to get into a good school next year.”
“Fine! 350’s the highest I’ll pay!” His boss relents. “I have to say, good negotiation skills, Okkotsu. They’ll take you far in life.”
Yuuta grins. Underneath all that bias he has against masked vigilantes, Jameson’s actually a decent guy.
“I learnt from the best,” he says before leaving Jameson’s office. Outside, the Daily Bugle’s annex is busy with reporters working hard to meet their deadlines on time.
“How did it go, Yuuta?” Kasumi, his former classmate who now works as a paid intern, asks him.
“Could have gone better, but you know how he is,” Yuuta answers. “It’s been five years, and he’s still on Spider-Man’s ass.”
“Well, there’s no one as determined and stubborn as he is. Probably what kept him in business for so long,” Kasumi taps her knuckles in her little cubicle. “He does have a point, though. Doesn’t Spider-Man have an OnlyFans account?”
“No, he doesn’t!” Yuuta flat-out denies her, causing Kasumi to raise her eyebrows at him. “I mean, he already settled that in court. Spider-Man was busy fighting Electro when the OF impostor was busy… getting busy.”
“Oh yeah, but you have to admit Spider-Man would make insane amounts of money doing OF.”
Yuuta knows that, but he also has some coding experience, and he knows that once anything gets on the web, it’s never truly taken down.
“So, do you have any plans for the weekend?” Kasumi asks, making conversation. “Kokichi’s taking me to see his office at Stark Industries.”
“Nothing much. I just have a date.”
His answer catches her attention. “ A date? Good job, Yuuta. Don’t worry about Jameson. I can have Arata cover for you.”
“Thanks, Kasumi, but it’s just…” He trails off, scratching the back of his neck. “You don’t think it’s too soon?”
Kasumi, while they only became friends when they started working at the Daily Bugle, is one of the few people who know about Rika. It was inevitable since they went to the same high school.
She pats his back, comforting him. “I didn’t know Rika well, but I’m sure she would have wanted you to be happy, Yuuta. If the situation were reversed, wouldn’t you?”
Yuuta could only offer a solemn smile. “You’re right. I’m gonna head off. See you, Kasumi.”
He leaves the office, greeting Arata and a few other part-timers goodbye as well, fully hoping to just catch the bus back home, but then, a notification of Rhino robbing a bank pops up on his phone. He groans, but with great power comes great responsibility.
He sneakily takes the stairs to the roof of the building. Luckily, the CCTV on the roof has been busted for a few months already, and he strips off his clothes, wearing the Spider-Man suit underneath. Yuuta takes his mask out of his backpack and slips it on.
With a leap, Spider-Man jumps off the building, webbing his backpack to the corner, and swings away.
The date goes well in Yuuta’s opinion. After all, if it didn’t, you wouldn’t be on your knees, sucking him off, while looking all pretty and innocent in your white lingerie set.
“Oh baby, you’re doing so well,” He groans when you take him down to the back of your throat. Your cheeks are hollowed-out, and you look doe-eyed as you make eye contact with him. “Shit, MJ. Be careful. I don’t want to choke you.”
You pull his cock out of your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before you do. You rest your cheek against his length. “I can take it, but the question is, Tiger, can you?”
Yuuta growls, gripping the back of your head with his large, dominant hand. “Don’t say you didn’t ask for it, pretty girl.”
He pushes your head down, engulfing your mouth with his dick. Your eyes water at the sudden intrusion, but Yuuta’s right. You challenged him, and you are going to fulfil it, no matter what.
He bucks his hips into your mouth, helping you take more of his shaft. You shiver at his actions, feeling goosebumps erupt all over your skin and your nipples hardening. Your panties are definitely drenched by your essence.
“Fuck, MJ, I’m gonna cum!” He pushes your head down one final time before his hips jerk. His cock twitches before he floods your throat with his semen. Even the salty taste of it isn't enough to deter you from milking every last drop.
Yuuta lets go of your head, and you pull your mouth off. A few drops drip onto your lips, but you lick them up, showing him you didn’t let any of his cum escape.
“All finished here, Tiger.” You tease him before getting into his bed, leading him to lie beside you. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close. “I wish I could let you make love to me, but my pussy still needs some rest after what you did to it.”
“Excuse me? I believe it takes two to tango, Miss ___.” He hugs you tighter, making you laugh. You can’t remember the last time you had fun with a partner like this. Most of the time, sex becomes a chore for you, just something to keep the fire alive, but with Yuuta, dating and romance become easy for you. “I really do like you, ___.”
Your noses brush against each other as you look up at him before softly kissing him. “Me too, Yuuta.”
You hate to break the flow you have going with him, but your fight with Nobara is still on your mind. “My roommate, Nobara, she told me you and Maki dated last year?”
“Maki and I? I mean, sort of.” He answers, propping himself on his elbow. You hope he isn’t trying to distract you with his biceps. “We only dated because everyone kept telling us we were perfect together, but we barely lasted two weeks before we broke it off.”
“And, uh, you didn’t have sex with her?”
“___, we barely even kissed, and it already felt weird. Maki’s a great girl, but we’re better off as friends.” He presses his forehead against yours. “Don’t worry. You are the first person I have seen in a while.”
“I mean, I just don’t get how you’re still single.” You trace his abs. Oh god, you really want to lick them all over, but you can’t get distracted. “You’re a great guy with a handsome face and a superhero body. You’re a catch, Yuuta.”
You don’t notice how he froze when you mentioned the word superhero, preoccupied by his muscles.
“That’s primarily my fault. It’s a long story.”
“I have the time,” you tell him, repeating the words he had told you.
It seems strange to tell someone his tragic backstory, but Yuuta can’t deny the connection he has with you. It has been a long time since he has ever felt vulnerable enough, either as Yuuta Okkotsu or as Spider-Man.
“I had a girlfriend, back in my senior year of high school. Rika,” He starts telling you. “She was my first love, and I really thought we could have been it, but she died before graduation. It was during one of those villain attacks.”
Your heart sinks at hearing his loss. You were expecting a cheating ex, but this is… No wonder he’s never dated seriously after that. “Oh God, Yuuta. I’m so sorry. It must have been hard for you. I shouldn’t have asked you-”
“It’s okay, ___. You don’t have to feel guilty about it.” He interrupts you, kissing your forehead.
You sit up, and he follows your movement. “I should tell you why I’ve never been in a serious relationship.”
“MJ, you don’t have to-”
“Tiger, I want to.” You hold his hand. “Okay, I don’t want this to be a temporary thing. I want it to be real.”
His thumb brushes your knuckles. “Okay.”
“My dad. He’s the type of guy who blames everyone except himself.” You start telling him. “Everything was my mom’s fault, and then after she passed away, it became my fault. Why he couldn’t get promoted. Why we never had enough money. Even when I tried to make things better, I somehow always made it worse. After I turned eighteen, I moved out, and I never looked back.”
“It must have taken you a lot of courage to do that.”
“It did.” You bite your lip, wanting the painful memories of your childhood to go away. “But I prevailed, and look at me now, I’m in school, working my ass off to get that degree.”
“He missed out on having a great daughter,” Yuuta says. “And, that’s a damn shame.”
He pulls you in, hugging you to his chest, and the seeds of affection that were planted on the night you first met start to bloom into a tiny sprout. It isn’t love yet, but you don’t doubt that it will be soon enough.
You and Yuuta became official after your third date. Many of your past hook-ups, mainly the athletes and that one rich asshole, tried to seduce you, thinking that your boyfriend was a joke, but after he had to use physical force on that one dickhead, everyone got the hint.
The popular party girl, ___, and the sad-looking nerd, Yuuta, are dating, and it’s serious.
Dating Yuuta proves to be more than hot sex sessions that leave you aching and trembling for more. He’s one of the kindest and most thoughtful men you have ever met. What’s better is that he isn’t the type of guy who’s only nice to his girlfriend. Yuuta is generally nice to everyone, even to the hotdog vendor just outside the Science campus, remembering his name and asking about his kids.
However, you have to admit he has his quirks. After a month of dating, you notice that he has the habit of disappearing at random times, even if it means being a few minutes late to every occasion.
After two months, you start suspecting that he is Spider-Man, and man, now that you know about it, Yuuta is incredibly bad at lying about it. Like, the other day, he showed up to your date, smelling like smoke and ashfire, claiming that he had accidentally burned his lunch earlier, when Spider-Man literally saved every resident from a burning building.
When you heard about the masked vigilante fighting Toji The Hunter, a well-known supervillain obsessed with hunting Spider-Man, you confronted Yuuta about his double life.
“Yuuta, you’re Spider-Man, aren’t you?”
His brain stops for a moment, literally not expecting you to ask him while he is stripping you of your jeans. He drops your legs before sputtering, “W-what? No! Where did you get that idea, ___?”
“Well, first, you’re the only person who gets good photographs of Spider-Man.”
“I have this custom software. Coded it myself-”
“Second, there’s that time I caught you lifting your fridge above your shoulder with one hand.”
“Adrenaline!”
“And finally, Spider-Man saved me the other day, and he literally dropped me off at my dorm without even asking for my address. He even called me babe.”
He pauses for a moment. “Spider-Man’s a bastard who likes to go after women with boyfriends? I heard he has an OnlyFans account. Jameson wrote a piece about that.”
You deadpan. “Yuuta.”
“Okay. Fine, I’m Spider-Man.” He finally admits, the last reason being absolutely ridiculous.
You pump your fist. “Knew it! So, how did you get your powers? Super secret military operation?”
“Radioactive spider bite.”
It takes a few seconds for his answer to sink in. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he confirms. “You’re not freaked out about it?”
“Well, I was at first. The man I love is a literal superhero!” You confess. “But then, I started thinking about it, and you know what? New York is blessed that you’re Spider-Man, because I can’t think of a better guy than you.”
You hold his face before leaning in to kiss him, pouring every bit of your love for him into it. From the night you first met at that party, he readily started occupying your heart, and you welcomed him.
After you separate, he sighs, looking at you with the look of a man in love. “How did I get so lucky?”
You grin, “Face it, Tiger! You just hit the jackpot!”
