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✰⋆. | bsf!yuji is down bad and too obvious for his own good

the first time yuji itadori realized he was in love with you… was over a piece of bread.

not even good bread. dry cafeteria bread. it was a normal afternoon at jujutsu high, if “normal” meant nobara yelling at a vending machine, megumi quietly judging everyone’s life choices, and gojo disappearing the second actual responsibility was mentioned.

you were sitting on one of the benches outside, legs stretched out, lazily tossing a crumb of bread into the air and catching it in your mouth like it was some kind of personal challenge.

“five in a row,” you muttered, squinting. “if i miss this one, i’m dropping out.”

“you’re not even enrolled properly,” megumi said without looking up from his phone. “exactly. stakes are higher.” yuji laughed, loud and unfiltered like always, plopping down beside you. “you’re gonna fail over bread? that’s crazy.”

you flicked a crumb at him. it hit his cheek as you winked at him, “watch me.”

he blinked. froze for a second and then something happened. it wasn’t dramatic. no music swelling, no sudden realization like in movies. it was just… you. sitting there. being annoying. being funny. completely unbothered.

and Yuji, mid-laugh just stopped because suddenly his chest felt weird. like… too full. like something had been quietly building and just decided, oh, now we’re doing this. you grinned at him. “why are you staring at me like that?”

“I— what— no, I’m not!”

“You are.”

“I’m not!”

“You literally paused mid-breath.”

“I just forgot how to breathe for a second, that’s normal!” nobara snorted from behind the bench. “oh my god, he’s hopeless.” megumi only sighed shaking his head as he whispered, “took him long enough.” yuji whipped his head around towards them while you were minding your business trying to catch more bread in your mouth. “WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!”

from that moment on, everything got worse for yuji, not for you because you were painfully oblivious. yuji itadori wasn’t subtle to begin with. everyone knew that. he was loud, expressive, and easy to read.

so when he started liking you.. it was a disaster because he tried to act normal. he really did. but “normal” for yuji already meant: laughing too loud, getting way too excited over small things, being physically expressive, accidentally saying exactly what he’s thinking

so now add being in love on top of that? yeah, no chance.

“you coming to training?” you were leaning in his bedroom doorway, twirling a strand of your hair, casual like always. yuji immediately stood up from his bed.

“yeah! yeah, i was just about to— i mean i am— i was already going—”

you blinked. “…you good?”

“yeah! totally good! super good! extremely good!” you stared at him for a second longer but smirked. “…you’re weird today.”

“i’m always weird.”

“yeah, but today it’s like… extra.” from behind you, megumi walked past and spoke without even looking up. “he’s been like that all week.”

“MEGUMI—” you laughed, and yuji swore that sound alone shaved five years off his lifespan. it didn’t help that you were always yourself no matter what. confident, loud when you wanted to be, sarcastic 90% of the time, and completely painfully oblivious.

and then there was inumaki.

toge inumaki was… a problem. a very quiet, very calm, very unfair problem. he didn’t talk much, only rice ball ingredients most of the time but he would text out his words for you?

yuji felt like someone had put a knife directly into his ego. inumaki would casually sit next to you, offer you snacks, gently tap your shoulder to get your attention, and you’d smile like it was the most natural thing in the world.

yuji would tell himself it didn’t bother him. it did. it really did. nobara noticed immediately. “oh my god,” she whispered to megumi, “he’s doing the death stare again.” megumi didn’t look up. “he always is.”

you started flirting with inumaki as a joke months ago because you just thought it was funny. “kelp?” inumaki said one day, holding out a drink. you took it, grinning. “for me? wow, you’re so sweet.”

“salmon.” inumkai nodded, sitting down next to you. yuji watched from across the room, already suspicious.

you leaned closer to inumaki, resting your chin on your hand dramatically. “you know… if you keep treating me like this, I might fall for you.”

yuji choked on absolutely nothing at your words as inumaki blinked, then calmly pulled out his phone. he typed something, turned the screen to you. you say that to everyone?

you gasped. “wow. exposed.”

“salmon.”

“you’re still my favorite.”

yuji stood there. smiling.

i’m fine. i’m fine. i’m so fine. i’m not jealous. why would i be jealous. it’s just fake flirting. it’s a joke. it’s always a joke. haha. ha.

nobara leaned over towards him. “you look like you’re about to combust.”

“I’M FINE.”

“you’re gripping that water bottle like it owes you money.”

“I SAID I’M FINE.”

yuji was, in fact, not fine. not even a little. he sat there, still gripping the poor water bottle like it had personally betrayed him, watching as you and inumaki continued your little back and forth like it was nothing.

like it was normal. like it didn’t feel like yuji’s soul was slowly peeling out of his body. “salmon,” inumaki said again, nudging the drink closer to you when you almost forgot it. you smiled, soft, easy, the kind of smile yuji had seen a hundred times but somehow it hit different now.

“wow,” you said, lowkey struggling to open it. “you’re really taking care of me today. should i be worried?”

inumaki just shrugged a little, the corner of his eyes crinkling in that quiet way he had. yuji’s brain short-circuited.

taking care of you??? since when???

he could take care of you. he would take care of you. he could, “you’re doing it again,” nobara muttered. “doing what,” yuji snapped, a little too fast.

“that thing where you look like you’re about to challenge someone to a duel over a juice box.”

“i am not—”

“you are,” she said, deadpan. “it’s embarrassing.” yuji immediately looked away, slumping back into his seat.

okay. okay, he needed to get it together. this was stupid. you weren’t actually flirting. you flirted with everyone. you literally said that yourself. it didn’t mean anything. it didn’t..

“hey, itadori?” your voice cut through everything. yuji snapped his head up so fast it was honestly a miracle he didn’t pull something.

“y-yeah??” you were looking at him, brows slightly furrowed, like you were trying to figure him out. which… was already dangerous. “can you open this?” you held up the drink inumaki had given you, twisting the cap half heartedly. “it’s like, aggressively sealed.” you held the bottle out toward him like it was the most normal request in the world. and for you, it was. for yuji itadori, it might as well have been a life or death mission.

“o-oh— yeah. yeah, i got it.” he reached for it, fingers brushing yours for half a second as he twisted the cap open way too fast, nearly sending it flying off into the next dimension before catching it awkwardly.

“here!” he said, handing it back like he’d just accomplished something incredible. you blinked. “…thanks?”

“yeah! no problem! anytime! literally anytime you need anything ever—”

“it was a bottle, not a proposal,” nobara kugisaki muttered from behind him. yuji stiffened. “i know that.” you took a sip, completely unaware of the internal collapse happening two feet away from you.

“you’re weird today,” you said again, squinting at him over the bottle. “i told you,” yuji laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “i’m always weird.”

“no,” you tilted your head. “this is like… suspicious weird.”

“he’s in love with you,” megumi fushiguro said flatly as he sat down next to inumaki.

yuji stopped breathing. like actually stopped. everyone went dead quiet for half a second, just enough time for his soul to leave his body, wave goodbye, and file a formal complaint.

“…what?” you said, blinking. megumi didn’t even pause. “you heard me.”

“megumi—” yuji’s voice cracked so hard it betrayed him instantly. “what are you saying— why would you— that’s not—”

“it’s pretty obvious,” nobara added, not even trying to hide her amusement now. “like, painfully obvious.” you looked between them. then back at yuji. really looked at him this time and suddenly… things started clicking.

the way he’d been acting weird all week, the nervous rambling, the staring, the way he practically launched himself across the room just to open a stupid bottle for you. the way he was still standing there now, completely frozen, ears red, eyes wide, like he’d just been publicly executed.

“…oh,” you said slowly. yuji made a sound that was somewhere between a choke and a dying gasp.

“no— no no no— it’s not like that— i mean— it is— but like— not— not in a weird way— not that liking you is weird— you’re not weird— i mean you are weird but like in a good way— i mean—”

“yuji,” nobara cut in. “stop talking.”

he did not stop talking. “i just— i didn’t mean for you to find out like this— not that i wasn’t gonna tell you— i was gonna tell you— eventually— probably— maybe— i don’t know—”

“yuji?”

“i’m sorry if it’s weird now— i can be normal— i can act normal— i swear i can—”

“yuji.” he finally stopped because you were laughing. not like mocking, not awkward, just… laughing. soft, a little surprised, a little breathless and for some reason, that made his chest feel even worse.

“you’re such an idiot,” you said, shaking your head. his heart dropped.

oh.

oh, that’s not..

“i mean that in the nicest way possible,” you added quickly, still smiling. his heart did a very confusing thing where it dropped and then immediately shot back up again.

“i can’t believe i never notice?”

“…don’t know how you couldn’t,” nobara said. “i didn’t notice at first,” you corrected, glancing at her. then back at yuji. “but now that i’m thinking about it… yeah. it makes sense.” yuji stared at you like you’d just rewritten reality. “it does?”

“you literally act like i asked you to marry me every time i hand you something.”

“…it’s important,” he mumbled weakly. you laughed again, quieter this time and then you stepped a little closer. just one step, but it was enough to completely short-circuit him all over again.

“so,” you said, tilting your head slightly, studying his face like you were trying to solve something. “you’re in love with me?”

he could lie… he should lie. this was his chance to backtrack, to play it off, to save himself from whatever this was.

“…yeah,” he said instead, because of course he did. because he was yuji itadori, and he sucked at lying, and you were standing right there looking at him like that and he was done for. the room went quiet again, but this time it felt different.

less chaotic. more… waiting. you held his gaze for a second longer. then you hummed, like you were considering something.

“…okay.”

yuji blinked. “okay?” he repeated. “yeah.” you took another sip of your drink, way too casual for what was happening. “if you’re in love with me…” you stepped a little closer again, just enough that he had to look down slightly to meet your eyes.

“…then take me out on a date.”

yuji stared at you like his brain had officially stopped receiving signal “…a date?” you nodded once, like it was the most obvious thing in the world

“yeah. you said you’re in love with me. that usually comes with effort and food at some point, right?” nobara made a choking sound behind him “this is insane,” she whispered. “she’s worse than him.” megumi muttered from his seat, “she’s confident.”

yuji, meanwhile, looked like he was trying to calculate every possible future timeline at once and failing all of them “i— yeah. yes. date. i can do that. i mean, i will do that. i can take you on a date. i know how dates work. kind of. not kind of, i do. i’ve seen them. in movies. and in real life. sometimes. okay, not a lot in real life but—”

you raised a hand slightly “yuji” he stopped immediately “…yeah?” you smiled a little, softer now, less teasing and more real

“breathe” he inhaled so fast he almost choked again “right. breathing. normal human thing. got it.” you shook your head, still smiling, then gently tapped his forehead with one finger “you’re really dramatic for someone who punched a cursed spirit last week without blinking”

“that was different,” he said quickly. “how”

“it was trying to eat me!”

“and i’m not?”

that made him freeze again and he pointed at you, serious now in a way that was still kind of ridiculous on him “you are not allowed to say things like that when i am actively trying to function”

nobara leaned back “oh my god, he’s already gone”

“he’s not gone,” you said, glancing at her. “he’s just… yuji-ing”

“that’s not a verb”

“it is now”

yuji rubbed his face with both hands, trying to reset himself and looked at you again, really looked this time like he was accepting it instead of panicking about it

“okay,” he said, you tilted your head slightly “okay?”

he nodded, “yeah. okay. i’ll take you on a date. a really good one. like… the best one. i’ll plan it. i’ll ask megumi for help. maybe. actually, maybe not megumi. i’ll figure it out. i’ll do it properly.”

you hummed, “properly, huh”

“yeah,” he said, a little more steady now. “because… i like you. a lot. like, a stupid amount. so it should be good.” you stared at him for a second like you were deciding if he was serious or just panicking again, then you let out a small laugh. “you’re really cute when you’re not functioning”

yuji made a strangled sound, “that is not helping me function”

“good,” you said, turning slightly like you were already walking away but not really leaving yet. “then don’t function. just plan the date”

he blinked, “wait. you’re leaving me with that”

“you said you’d do it properly”

“yeah but properly means i need at least a list and probably megumi and maybe a strategy meeting—”

“yuji” he stopped again immediately, like you had a remote control for him. you tilted your head, softer now “you can just pick something you like. i’ll be there.. just not human earth worm.”

that shut him up in a completely different way, not panic this time, just… quiet. nobara, watching from behind him, leaned toward megumi even though he had already started walking away. “he’s gonna explode again isn’t he”

“probably”

“should we stop him”

“no”

“why not”

“because this is the first time he’s not losing”

yuji exhaled slowly, like he was trying to memorize the feeling of your words instead of overthinking them, then he nodded once, “okay. no human earth worm..”

you raised a brow “again with the okay.” he gave a small, slightly shaky smile. “yeah. okay. i’ll do it. i’ll plan it. properly. no disasters. maybe a little disaster. but like… charming disaster.” you laughed again, shaking your head

“that sounds about right.” you started to turn away again, but paused halfway, glancing back over your shoulder. “hey, itadori”

he straightened instantly, “yeah?” you looked at him for a second, like you were weighing something, then your expression softened just a little

“don’t overthink it too much, please.”

his mouth opened, probably to overthink it immediately, but you were already walking off before he could respond and for once he actually tried not to. he stood there for a moment, still a little stunned, then slowly turned toward nobara and megumi like he was rebooting

“so… date.”

nobara crossed her arms, “yes, genius. date”

“i have to plan it.”

“yes.”

“like… a good one.”

“yes, we’ve been over this” he nodded slowly, then suddenly pointed at her like he’d discovered something important. “what do people do on dates?” nobara stared and megumi, without looking up from his phone, said “food.”

“okay,” yuji said quickly. “food. i can do food. i like food. she likes food. i think. do i know what she likes—” nobara grabbed him by the collar. “we are going to fix you before you actually pass out”

he didn’t resist. he just kept smiling because for the first time all day the feeling in his chest wasn’t panic anymore. it was just you and somehow that was even worse and a lot better than he ever expected.

w/c: 2,804

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✰⋆. | bf!choso getting excited seeing you in lingerie for the first time

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you push the door open with your shoulder, arms full of bags, a bright grin already spreading across your face “cho!” you call out, toeing your shoes off messily near the entrance. from your room, his voice comes, soft and warm, “in here.” you hurry down the short hall, barely containing your excitement. when you step into the room, there he is, sitting on your bed, back against the headboard, phone in hand. his long dark hair is down like you like it, a little messy, falling around his face.

the moment he looks up and sees you, his whole expression changes. softer. brighter. “you’re back,” he says, like it matters more than anything else. “i am,” you beam, dropping the bags dramatically onto the floor. “and— I got stuff. a lot of stuff.”

his lips twitch into a small smile, already amused by your energy. “i can see that.” you bounce a little where you stand, hands clasping together. “can i show you? like— a haul. please.” he doesn’t even hesitate. He never does when it comes to you. “yeah,” cho nods, setting his phone aside immediately. “i wanna see.”

that’s all the permission you need. you plop down on the floor beside the bags, immediately digging through them. “okay, okay— first— skincare.” you pull out a couple of bottles and hold them up proudly. “i got new stuff. For both of us.”

“for both of us?” he repeats, tilting his head slightly. “yeah,” you grin. “you’re stuck with me, so you’re getting clear skin too.” he lets out a quiet, almost shy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “i don’t mind. you scoot closer, handing one of the products to him. “this one’s yours.” he takes it carefully, like it’s something fragile instead of just a bottle. his gaze flickers between it and you.

“…you got this for me?” he asks. “Yeah, obviously.” there’s a pause. a small one, but it’s full. “…thank you,” he says softly, and you can tell he means it more than he knows how to say. you wave it off quickly, already reaching back into the bag. “wait, wait— there’s more.” you pull out a folded shirt and toss it onto his lap. “i saw this and thought of you.” he picks it up, unfolding it slowly, and then his eyes widen just a little.

“it’s that band you like,” you say, watching him closely. he looks down at the shirt again, then back at you, something warm and almost disbelieving in his expression. “you remembered?”

“Of course i did.” his fingers tighten slightly around the fabric. “…i really like it.” the way he says it, quiet, sincere, makes your chest feel weirdly full. “i’m glad,” you smile, softer now. for a second, he just looks at you. like you did something bigger than just buy him a shirt. you clap your hands once, snapping back into your excitement. “okay— clothes next.”

you grab another bag and stand up, already moving toward your closet. “don’t laugh,” you warn, pointing at him. “i won’t,” he says immediately, though there’s a hint of a smile on his lips. you disappear into the closet and come out a moment later in a simple outfit, a cute top and a skirt you just bought. “well?” you ask, doing a small turn. cho’s eyes follow you carefully, like he’s trying to take everything in at once. “it’s… really nice,” he says, voice soft.

you squint at him. “that’s it?”

his ears tint faintly pink. “…you look really good in it. satisfied, you nod. “better.” you go back and forth like that for a while, changing, stepping out, showing him each outfit. some are casual. some are cuter than usual. a couple make him noticeably quieter, his gaze lingering a little longer before he looks away. every time, he reacts the same way, gentle, attentive, a little shy but completely focused on you. and every time, you glow under it. eventually, you come out in a soft pajama set, loose, comfortable, still cute.

“this one’s for lazy days,” you say, plopping down briefly on the bed beside him. he nods. “it suits you.” you grin, then suddenly stand again, grabbing the last bag. “…okay. there’s one more.” something about your tone shifts, just a little as you lightly blush.

choso notices immediately. “what is it?” he asks, watching you. you hesitate for half a second, then point at him. “stay there. don’t look.”

“i— okay,” he says, already a bit flustered. you disappear into the closet again. this time, it takes longer. there’s a lot more movement. a quiet exhale. a moment where you almost second-guess but you shake it off. you step out. “…okay,” you mumbled, blushing crazy.

choso looks up and freezes. for a second, he doesn’t say anything at all. the lingerie set is dark red, his favorite color on you. It’s delicate, a little bolder than anything you showed before. not something you usually wear around him. your confidence wavers just slightly under his silence. “w-well?” you try, shifting your weight. for a second, the room just… stops. choso doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. his gaze locks onto you like he’s forgotten how to look away.

it’s not the same as before, not the soft, shy admiration he’s been giving you all afternoon. this is quieter. heavier. like he’s trying to process something all at once and doesn’t quite know where to put it. your confidence cracks a little under the silence. “w-well?” you try again, fingers fidgeting at your sides. “you’re supposed to say something, you know.”

that seems to snap him out of it. his throat moves as he swallows, sitting up a little straighter against the headboard. his ears are noticeably red now, and his hands, usually so still, shift awkwardly on the blanket.

“…you look…” he pauses, like the words are stuck somewhere between his chest and his mouth. you raise a brow, half embarrassed, half defensive. “if you say ‘nice’ again, I’m taking it off immediately.” that pulls a quiet, breathy huff from him, almost a laugh, but softer.

“…no,” he murmurs, shaking his head slightly. “not just nice.” his eyes flicker over you again, slower this time, more careful. Like he’s trying not to stare too hard but failing anyway. “you look…” another pause, shorter this time. “…really beautiful.” the way he says it, low, sincere, a little unsteady, hits way harder than you expected. your face heats up instantly.

“oh,” you mumble, suddenly very interested in the floor. there’s a small silence, but it’s not awkward. Just… full. you shift your weight again, clearly feeling it now. “it’s kinda… a lot, right?” you admit, voice quieter. “i don’t usually wear stuff like this.”

“i know,” he says softly. you glance up at him, surprised by how quickly he answered.

his expression has softened again, but there’s still something new underneath it. something warmer. a little unsure, but honest. “…that’s why I was quiet,” he adds. “i didn’t want to say the wrong thing.” your shoulders relax just a little.

“well… you didn’t,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips. he nods once, like he’s relieved, but his gaze still lingers, flicking away every time it feels like too much, then coming right back like he can’t help it. you notice. of course you notice. and suddenly, the embarrassment mixes with something else, something a little bolder. “…you’re staring,” you point out, tilting your head. his entire face goes red this time. “i’m not— i mean— i wasn’t—”

you take a step closer. he immediately goes quiet. another step. now you’re right in front of him. “you were,” you say, softer now, not teasing as much as observing. his hands curl slightly into the blanket beneath him, like he doesn’t know what to do with them. “…sorry,” he murmurs.

you blink. “…why are you apologizing?”

“i don’t know,” he admits, almost helplessly. “i just— i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” that… hits. Something in your chest softens all over again. you’re not,” you say, a little more gently now. he looks up at you again, searching your face like he’s making sure you mean it. you do.

there’s a pause. a quiet one. and then.. you notice it. at first, it’s just a small shift. the way he suddenly stills a little too much. the way his gaze drops quickly, like he realized something at the exact same time you did. your gaze drops to his lap for barely a second, but it’s enough. and suddenly everything clicks into place in a way that makes your brain short-circuit.

oh.

heat rushes straight to your face, fast and overwhelming. you look away immediately, like you weren’t just looking, like you didn’t notice anything at all, but it’s too late. you did. and now you can’t un-notice it. your heart starts beating louder than it has any right to. you hadn’t even touched him. not once.

all you did was stand there. and somehow… that thought alone sends a strange mix of emotions through you, embarrassment first, sharp and flustered, but tangled up with something else. something warmer. A little curious. A little… proud, maybe? you swallow, trying to act normal, but your fingers fidget at your sides again. choso, on the other hand, has gone completely still. like if he doesn’t move, maybe this will all just disappear.

his eyes are fixed somewhere very safely above your shoulder now, his face completely red, all the way to his ears. His hands grip the blanket like it personally offended him. “…sorry,” he mutters again, quieter this time. That pulls your attention back up to his face. You blink at him.

“stop apologizing,” you say, a little breathless, a little confused. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“i did,” he insists softly, still not looking at you. “i— i shouldn’t—”

“you shouldn’t what?” you cut in, tilting your head, studying him now. “be turned on?” he freezes and that hesitation says more than enough. your chest tightens, not in a bad way. Just… full. because he’s not acting like this out of anything weird or careless. he’s embarrassed because he cares. because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. And that realization settles something in you.

slowly, your nervousness shifts. not gone, but different. softer. mixed with something a little braver. “…choso,” you say quietly. he finally looks at you. big mistake because the moment your eyes meet his again, everything feels heavier. closer. like the air changed without either of you noticing.

you hesitate for half a second. you move. it’s not rushed. not sudden. just… intentional. you step closer, close enough that your knees brush the edge of the bed. he tenses slightly, like he doesn’t know what you’re about to do, but he doesn’t pull away. you climb onto the bed and before you can overthink it, you settle into his lap. straddling him. the moment you do, both of you freeze. completely.

choso’s entire body goes rigid under you, like his brain just stopped working altogether. gis hands lift instinctively for a second, hovering awkwardly in the air like he doesn’t know where they’re allowed to go. “is this—” he starts, voice barely there, “—okay?” you almost laugh. not because it’s funny, but because of course that’s what he asks. even now. even like this.

you nod quickly, your face still warm but your voice steadier than before. “yeah.” there’s a pause. neither of you move.

you can feel everything now, how tense he is, how careful he’s being, like one wrong move might ruin the moment. and underneath that… something else. something you’re very aware of now. your heart pounds harder. “…you’re still apologizing in your head, aren’t you?” you murmur, glancing at him.

he looks caught. “…maybe,” he admits. you shake your head slightly, a small smile tugging at your lips despite everything. “you don’t have to.” his eyes soften at that. but he still looks unsure. so you do the only thing that feels right in the moment. you reach out. slowly, giving him time to react, time to pull away if he wants to. but he doesn’t.

your hands come up to his shoulders first, light, grounding. then one slides up, fingers brushing into his hair, pushing a few strands away from his face. he exhales softly at that and something in his posture finally loosens. “…you’re really warm,” he murmurs, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

you huff a quiet laugh. “you’re the one turning red.” that earns the tiniest smile from him. encouraged, you shift just slightly in his lap, more comfortable, more settled and both of your breaths catch. you couldn’t help but bite your lip slightly after accidentally grinding onto him.

“…so,” you say softly, a little teasing creeping back in, “this is from just looking?” his entire face goes red again. “i— i didn’t mean—”

“i didn’t say it was a bad thing,” you interrupt gently. that stops him. he blinks at you. “…it’s not?” he asks, like he genuinely needs to know. you shake your head, softer now. “no.” there’s a quiet moment where that sinks in. where he realizes you’re not upset. Not uncomfortable. if anything… you lean just a little closer, your voice dropping slightly, more honest now than teasing.

“…i just didn’t think i could do that to you.” that lands. hard. his expression shifts, something deeper, more vulnerable flickering through it. “you do,” he says quietly. no hesitation this time. and the way he says it makes your chest tighten again. your fingers are still in his hair, absentmindedly playing with the strands now. your hands, after a long moment of uncertainty, finally settle, lightly, on your waist. careful. like he’s still asking permission without words.

you don’t pull away. so his grip steadies. not tight. just… there. real. the room feels smaller now. quieter. just the two of you, close enough to hear each other breathe. “…you’re really pretty,” he adds after a moment, softer than before, like he’s still a little shy saying it out loud. your cheeks warm again, but you don’t look away this time. “…you already said that.”

“i know,” he murmurs. “i meant it again.” that pulls a small, helpless smile out of you. and without really thinking about it you lean forward. choso hesitates for half a second, just enough for his eyes to flicker between yours, searching, making sure you’re still there with him. you are. completely. so when you close the distance, he meets you halfway. the kiss is soft at first.

careful. like he’s afraid you might pull away if he does too much. his hand tightens just slightly at your waist, grounding himself, while the other comes up slowly, hovering for a moment before resting gently against your side. still cautious. still asking without words.

you don’t pull back. if anything, you lean in more. that’s all it takes. the hesitation gone as you both touch lips. the kiss deepens, not in a rushed or overwhelming way, but fuller, warmer. his lips move against yours with a quiet kind of sincerity, like everything he doesn’t know how to say is being poured into this instead.

your fingers tighten slightly in his hair, and he exhales softly against you, the sound low and unsteady. that reaction alone makes your heart stutter and a rush of heat runs between your thighs. you shift in his lap without thinking, and both of you break the kiss for a second, just a second, breathing a little heavier now. the tension between you two was impossible to ignore. In your delicate lingerie and his loose sweatpants, there was no hiding how turned on you both were, every glance, every small movement only made it clearer just how much you were both feeling.

“c-choso~” you softly pant against his mouth as you slowly grind on his lap. he bites back a pathetic moan, hands moving to grip your ass. you continued to slowly grind on his clothed cock, eyes flutter as you keep them on choso’s flushed face from under you. choso didn’t even notice his hands had moved from your waist to grip your ass. too turned on by the feelings of your barely covered pussy sliding up and down on his very hard dick through his sweats.

his eyes were squeezed shut, the feeling so overwhelming in a good way to even keep his eyes open. “y-you—” he couldn’t even finish what he was trying to say from the pleasure you were giving him. moan lightly as you continued your movement on his lap, glancing at his face and where you both were making contact. you felt choso’s hand grip tighter around your ass each time you let out a pretty little moan.

his brows farrowed together as he felt you halt your moving on top of him. reluctantly opening his eyes and starring up at you. “w-why did you stop?” he mumbled out, definitely embarrassed but to turned on to even care at the moment. you stared down at him, tilting your head as you eyed how he looked. his face was flushed red, eyes widened with lust, his lips spread slightly apart. he looked so fucking hot.

“baby~” you purred, thumb coming up and lightly tugging at his bottom lip. “do you want me to make you feel even better?” you asked, eyeing his flushed face as his eyes widen just barely at your words. he knew what you were implying and usually he would be more hesitant before saying yes but right now. with you on top of him in lingering and hearing those pretty little noises your making he didn’t even have to think twice.

you watched as he hurriedly nodded his head, lust filled eyes staring up at you. “p-please—” that’s all you needed to hear as you moved to sit on your knees, “arms up.” he listened and held his arms over his head as you swiftly took his shirt off, like many times before. starring down at his muscular bare chest already feeling the heat between your legs coming back. “t-take off your sweatpant—” you didn’t even need to finish your sentence as he eagerly pulled down his sweatpants and boxers just enough so his big cock could spring out, pre cum all over the tip.

he bit his bottom lip in embarrassment as you eyed his now bare cock from under you but before he could say anything about it you spoke, “good boy.”

choso’s entire body froze. he never understood why but every time you used that nickname it’s like his brain sort-circuits, and suddenly he wants to do anything and everything to please you. you knew what that nickname does to him and frankly.. it only makes you more happier to use it. he didn’t know but it’s obvious he has a praising kink and you’d gladly feed into in. why not? he’s your boyfriend after all. before he could utter a whiny word from your teasing he felt you lightly grab a hold of his dick. his gaze dropped down to his lap as he watched you move aside the thin piece that covered your soaking pussy and watched as you sink down on the eight thick fat inches.

“a… ah—“ your lashes flutter, eyes rolling back at the unbelievable stretch, your wet pussy swallowing every inch like it was made for him. he let out a slutty groan, his fingers digging into your ass as you stare down at him. his teeth sink into his bottom lip as your pussy clenches around his hard cock.

you roll your hips without even waiting for the pain to go away from his thick cock spreading your pussy wide. the pain already turning to pleasure as you sink finished downing all eight inches. “cho…haah..” you’re moaning in chocked gasps, moving your hips back and forth, fingers digging into his shoulders that only made him grunts in pleasure. his brain again sort circuits in seconds. and now all he thinks about is you. his body reacts like a dog with his master. obeying your needs like he’s wired to do that. and he’s not complaining.

his hands gripping your ass as he meets your bounces with rough snaps of his hips. your ass clasp against his thighs with each bounce, gasps, piercing the air as he fucks up into you with full force. and you let him. all the nervousness and embarrassment clouded with lust and the feeling of your pretty pussy around his throbbing cock.

“s-shit— nghhh” he grunts, swallowing a moan when you clamp around him, fingers messily unclipping the thin straps that were covering your gorgeous tits. his tongue falls out when he freed them and immediately licks your chest as they bounce in his face, lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking desperately. he tries to be nice about it but you awake something dangerous inside him when you let out a almost porn-like moan as you tangle your fingers in his hair pulling his face more into your chest as you fuck down on him. giving him the green light that you’ll let him be a little harder, meaner, because it feels good.

it’s feels so good to feel his teeth bite down on your nipple possessively. it feels so good when he spanks your ass for the first time, gripping it after tightly as he pushing you harder down onto him while sucking on your nipples. it feels so good to have him obsessed with you, because all your begging for is his cock to ruin you.

“cu— uh— cum.” an electric current runs down his spine, jaw clenching head tipping back, flooding your tight pussy with his thick load. “s-shit—” he whines, already feeling sensitive as you kept bouncing. he gripped your hips as you press against his stomach, rocking on his cock as you push him down to lay flat against your bed to milk his cock… and yet…

“b-bab— shit keep g-going— agh… t-tight.” he could already feel another load coming as he grips your thighs in pleasure. “f-feels so good ch-choso.” you ride him on full display, feeling his cock twitching inside you, filling you up once more as you finally spasm around his cock riding both of your highs. after a while you both calmed down and he reluctantly pulled out of you, with a breathy grunt.

the room stayed quiet in that soft, lingering way, like the world had politely stepped outside and left you both alone with the aftermath of warmth and exhaustion. choso’s hand hovered over your bare thigh for a moment longer, uncertain. his brows were faintly drawn together, guilt sitting heavy in his expression like he was replaying everything in slow motion.

“i—” he started, then stopped. his jaw tightened slightly. whatever he was trying to say didn’t seem to fit through his mouth properly.

“i was too much,” he said finally, quieter now. “i didn’t mean to be. if I hurt you—” he actually looked frustrated with himself, like he was trying to replay every second and undo it with sheer willpower alone.

that was so him. always intense, always controlled… until he wasn’t, and then he carried the weight of it afterward like it was his fault for having feelings at all.

you shifted closer before he could spiral further. “hey,” you said softly, reaching for his hand and pulling it into yours. “look at me.” it took a second. But he did.

those dark eyes of his were still serious, still searching, like he was bracing for disappointment. you squeezed his hand once. “i’m fine,” you said simply. “you didn’t hurt me.” his brows barely loosened. his gaze didn’t fully settle even when you said it. like your words had landed, but his mind was still catching up, still trying to find the hidden problem he was sure he’d caused.

“i didn’t mean to lose control,” he murmured, voice rough with restraint. “i try not to.” that part of him always came through, like he believed anything intense had to be dangerous, and anything dangerous had to be his fault.

you shifted closer instead of letting him drift into it, “you didn’t lose control,” you corrected gently, thumb brushing over his knuckles. “you were just… you. and I was there too. I can say stop if I need to.”

his eyes flicked to yours at that, sharper now, not upset, just focused. listening. that helped a little. You could see it in the smallest loosening of his shoulders. still, he looked like he didn’t fully believe he was allowed to feel relieved. so you leaned your head a little closer to him, voice turning lighter.

“and for the record,” you added, “i kinda like it when you get.. rougher?” for a second, your words just hung there in the space between you two. choso didn’t react right away. his eyes stayed on you, steady, serious, but there was a flicker of something softer underneath, like his mind had tripped over your sentence and was trying to decide if it was allowed to land gently.

“…you liked it?” he asked carefully, like he didn’t trust the conclusion. not excitement. not relief yet. just confusion mixed with cautious hope. you could practically see the guilt trying to hold on in the background, stubborn as ever. so you squeezed his hand again.

“i did,” you said simply. “i’m telling you. i’m okay. more than okay.” that made him go quiet. his shoulders eased a fraction, but his expression still held that familiar seriousness, like he was trying to separate what you felt from what he thought he was “supposed” to have done wrong.

“i don’t want to be careless with you,” he said after a moment. “when i get… like that.” you tilted your head slightly at him. “like what? Horny?” you teased lightly. that got a faint pause out of him. not quite a smile, but something close. “i mean…” he hesitated, searching for the right word, “intense.”

there it was. honest. unfiltered. you leaned in a little closer, resting your shoulder against his. “i don’t need you to be less intense,” you said. “i just need you to stop assuming I’m made of glass.” his gaze softened again, slower this time. like that thought was harder to argue with than he expected. for a moment, he just looked at you, really looked at you like he was recalibrating what “safe” meant in his head.

“…you would tell me,” he said quietly. not a question this time. “i would tell you,” you confirmed. “and i did. i’m here, aren’t i?” that finally seemed to land in a way guilt couldn’t argue with. his thumb brushed over your knuckles, slower now, more grounded. like he was anchoring himself to the fact that you were calm, present, real. still, you could tell he wasn’t completely done overthinking it. that was just who he was caring so much it looped back on itself.

so you nudged him gently with your shoulder “and for the record,” you added, tone turning playful again, “if you’re going to act like that.. I might just have to buy more lingerie~.” you teased, his face flushed bright red at your words. eyed narrowed slightly.

“more… l-lingerie?”

you hummed thoughtfully like you were considering something very serious. “yeah. you know.. it’s kinda hot what you were doing to me? the only time you did it while I wore it sooo it has to be the lingerie right?”

choso visibly short-circuited. his brain seemed to stall on the word lingerie alone, like it had hit a wall it wasn’t prepared to climb. his ears went a little red first, then it spread to his cheeks in a way he clearly wasn’t happy about.

“i— that’s not—” he started, then stopped again, because whatever he tried to say wasn’t helping him survive this conversation. you could see him trying to piece it together seriously anyway. like he was actually considering your logic. that made it worse “no,” he said finally, more firmly this time, though his voice still cracked slightly at the edges. “that’s not what I meant.” you raised a brow, fighting a smile.

“oh? so it wasn’t the lingerie?” his eyes flicked away for half a second, then back to you like he was forcing himself to stay grounded. “it’s not… just that,” he said carefully. “i’m not going to start thinking like that.” there was a pause. then, quieter, almost grumbling to himself, “that would be irresponsible.”

that did it, you laughed under your breath. choso’s expression tightened immediately, like he was offended by how easily you could unravel him with a single sentence. but the tension in his shoulders was already fading again. not gone completely, but softer now. more real. less trapped inside his own head. you leaned back on your hands slightly, still watching him.

“hey,” you said, gentler now. “i was joking.” “i know,” he replied quickly. then, after a beat: “…i just don’t like the idea that you think I only act a certain way because of something you wore.”

ah.

that was the real thing sitting under all the embarrassment. you tilted your head, the teasing dropping out of your tone. “i don’t think that,” you said simply. “i was teasing you because you got all flustered.” his gaze held yours for a second longer this time. like he was checking if you meant it. then he gave a small, almost reluctant nod. “okay,” he said quietly. a pause. “i just… don’t want to misread you.” that was always his thing. Not control, careful precision. like he was afraid one wrong assumption could hurt you, even when you were clearly right there telling him otherwise.

you shifted closer again, bumping your shoulder lightly against his. “you won’t,” you said. “because I’ll tell you. and you actually listen.” that made something in his expression soften in a different way this time not relief exactly, but trust settling in more firmly. his hand tightened gently around yours again, less uncertain now.

“…you’re loud when i… suck your c-chest,” he muttered without even thinking. you blinked. “excuse me? that got the faintest hint of something like a smirk from him, barely there, but real. “you repeat yourself,” he added.

“oh my god. you’re teasing me.” you mumbled, now blushing from his words. you were the one to usually tease him but here he was turning it onto you.

“i might be.” now he was definitely trying not to smile. the earlier tension was gone completely now, replaced by something quieter and warmer still Choso, still intense in his own way, but no longer drowning in his own thoughts. he leaned back slightly, pulling you with him just enough so you ended up closer at his side. and this time, when his thumb brushed over your knuckles again, there was no hesitation in it at all.

just steady, simple certainty.

w/c: 5,213

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✰⋆. | bf!megumi has been hiding his muscles from you

the heat wasn’t unbearable. not enough to complain about, not enough to really acknowledge. just enough that megumi fushiguro pushed his sleeves up absentmindedly, exposing his forearms. it was nothing to him. just skin, muscle, movement, his grip shifting slightly around the bag in his hand as he walked beside you. normal. completely normal.

“…megumi.” he stopped mid-step. there was something in your voice. something specific. something dangerous. slowly, he turned his head but you weren’t looking at him. you were staring at his arm. no, worse. his bicep.

“…what?” he asked flatly, but you didn’t answer. instead, you stepped closer. too close. your eyes narrowed like you were analyzing something that should not exist. “…since when—”

“since when what.”

“since when are you built like that??”

megumi blinked. “…like what.” you pointed at his arm like it had personally offended you. “that.” he followed your finger, looking down at himself. “…it’s just my arm.” you stared at him, utterly horrified. “no, it’s not ‘just your arm,’” you snapped. “that is a weapon.” silence stretched between you. megumi looked back at you, unimpressed. “…you’re being weird.”

“i’m not being weird,” you shot back immediately. “you’re the one hiding this the whole time.”

“i wasn’t hiding anything.”

“you literally wear long sleeves all the time.”

“…because i like them.”

“suspicious.” he exhaled slowly, already regretting leaving the house. you were supposed to be going to the bookstore. that was it. simple. normal. instead you grabbed his wrist and he stiffened. “hey—” too late. you lifted his arm, turning it slightly under the light like you were inspecting evidence. “…what are you doing.”

“science.”

“…that’s not science.”

“shhh.” you poked his bicep and it flexed. you froze. megumi saw it happen in real time, that shift in your expression. recognition. realization. danger. “…don’t,” he warned. too late. you grabbed his arm with both hands. “okay wait— wait— hold on—”

“what.”

“flex it.”

“no.”

“megs.”

“no.”

“megs.”

“…no.” your grip tightened. your eyes locked onto his like this was a life-or-death situation. “…please.”

“…no.”

“…megumi, if you don’t flex your arm right now, i’m going to lose my mind.”

“…that sounds like a you problem.” you gasped like he had betrayed you on a personal level. “…you’re evil.”

“yeah.”

“…fine. i’ll do it myself.” he frowned. “…what does that even mean—” you squeezed his arm harder before he could finish his sentence and instinctively, his muscles tensed. and that was it. your eyes widened.

“oh my—“ you dropped his arm but then grabbed it again. “wait.”

“…what.”

“do it again.”

“i didn’t do anything.”

“yes you did.”

“i literally didn’t.”

“you flexed.”

“i didn’t—”

“you flexed.”

“…you squeezed my arm.”

“and it flexed.”

“…that’s how muscles work.” you stared at him like he had just confirmed your worst fear. slowly, carefully, “…you have more, don’t you.”

“…what.”

“more muscles.” megumi blinked. “…i mean. yeah?” your grip tightened again. “where.”

“…i’m not answering that.”

“megs.”

“no.”

“megs.”

“no.”

“megumi.”

“…no.” your eyes narrowed but then your gaze dropped. his shoulders. his chest. his torso, “…don’t,” he said immediately. too late. you stepped even closer.

“wait— wait!?”

“no.”

“megumi—”

“no.”

“you’re literally built like this and didn’t tell me??”

“there was nothing to tell.”

“there was everything to tell.”

“…you’re being dramatic.”

“you have abs, don’t you.”

“…i’m leaving.” he turned, but you grabbed his sleeve instantly. “megumi.”

“no.”

“megs, please.”

“no.”

“just confirm it.”

“…no, we’re in public.”

“just a yes or no.”

“…no.”

“megumi.” he stopped, slowly turned back. you were staring at him like the world depended on his answer. “…yes.” his voice was flat, his face was not, the faint flush across his cheeks said everything. you froze. completely still. “…oh.” silence. “…oh,” you repeated, quieter. megumi watched your brain shut down in real time. “…you good?” you nodded, then shook your head, then nodded again. “…i need a minute.”

“…okay.” you turned, walked three steps. then spun back around, pointing at him like he was the problem.

“…this isn’t over.”

“…it is for me.”

“you can’t just drop that information and expect me to act normal.”

“i didn’t drop anything.”

“you existed.”

“…yeah. that’s kind of how this works.” you stared at him. then suddenly you buried your face into his shoulder. hard. “…you’re actually insane,” you mumbled. megumi blinked, caught off guard. but after a moment his hand lifted and rested gently on your head. “…you’re the one freaking out over an arm.”

“it’s not just an arm,” you muttered into his shirt. “…it is.”

“…you’re so annoying.”

“yeah.”

“…and unfair.”

“…how.” you pulled back just enough to glare at him. “you look like that and act like it’s nothing.”

“…it is nothing.”

“…you’re unbelievable.”

“…you’re dramatic.”

“…you’re hiding more. i know it.”

“…i’m not.”

“…liar.”

“…you’re not seeing anything else.” you squinted at him. “…we’ll see.”

“…we won’t.” a pause. a silent challenge.

“…fine.” you stepped back, crossing your arms like you were done. megumi didn’t believe it for a second. still, he turned, continuing toward the bookstore. for a moment it was quiet again. normal.

“…i’m gonna find out eventually,” you said.

“…no you’re not.”

“…i absolutely am.”

“…you absolutely aren’t.”

“…watch me.” he sighed. “…you’re a problem.” you grinned, slipping your hand into his. “…and you love me.”

“…unfortunately.”

“…wow.”

“…it’s true.” you laughed softly, walking beside him like nothing had happened. like you hadn’t just discovered something life-altering. and maybe.. just once.. megumi flexed his arm again later on purpose but he’d never admit it.

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✰ favorite genre/troupe: enemies to lovers, opposites attract, frat au, sometimes nfsw?

✰ favorite animes: jujutsu kaisen, nana, burning kabaddi, hunter x hunter, death note, bungo stray dogs.

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