Stasia 𝄞

Im horribly afraid of talking to my cool mutuals ☹️☹️ 19

[gumiholic]

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៸៸  (愛) / sae x f!reader ୨ enemies to lovers ୧ ⬭ ˳ © 𝓖umiholic . est ‘ 26

.ᐟ Ი𐑼 you and sae meet at the laundromat? .ᐟ Ი𐑼 I had a picture in my mind , so please don't try & call my bluff , I don't think I can try to fight it , so why are we together? .ᐟ Ი𐑼 wc: 3.7k

The past two days had been shitty.

Number one, the barista at your favorite coffee shop spilled your latte all over you; soaking you to the bone.

Number two, you had an important presentation at work after that, and your suit was drenched in what used to be your syrupy sweet latte.

Number three, when you showed up to the meeting in a change of clothes—your presentation was completely deleted and you had to sit there and explain to your coworkers that yes, even the backup was deleted and yes, you were very sorry.

Number four, the next day, you woke up to find your milk spoiled and didn't realize it until you attempted to pour it in a bowl to eat cereal—only for white chunks to ooze from the bottle and land on your Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

You were forced to throw the entire mixture away.

And number five, your washing machine and dryer broke down. Both of them.

"Screw my stupid baka life," You mutter, driving over to your local laundromat to get your clothes washed and dried.

While you were getting your washing machine and dryer fixed, you had to drive 20 minutes just to keep your clothes clean. It sucked.

You put the money in, put in your detergent, flopped onto the bench and put in your earbuds. Muttering along to a PinkPantheress song.

Your stomach suddenly rumbled, so you figured you should go grab something to eat from the convinence store near the laundromat. However, as you stood in line to buy a sandwich, some middle aged woman was arguing with the cashier.

And because the nearest restaurant was another 20 minutes away, you decided to suck it up and wait. Once you were able to pay for you singular sandwich, 45 minutes had passed.

Fuck you, granny.

You came back into the laundromat to find that your clothes were not in the washer. No, no, no. Some brat had taken your wet clothes out and put them on the stanky, relishy, dust-bunny infested floor.

You took a deep breath, trying to summon your inner peace, and picked them up. You took them to the dryer and decided not to dwell on how nasty that was.

But as an act of revenge, you decided to wait until the stranger's clothes finished washing, lay them on the floor and wait for whoever did that to your clothes to come back just to see the look of despair on their face.

You laugh evilly to yourself as you wait 45 entire minutes for the clothes to finish washing. Then, you gracefully dumped them all on the floor, in the exact same position they put them in and sat on the stool. Waiting patiently for the stranger to come back.

That dehydrated horse won't know what hit em—

The laundromat door opened, and there stood a handsome man with pink hair, tired emerald eyes, and unfairly long lower lashes. He walked over to the pile of his wet clothes on the floor.

Wait, this was the dehydrated horse?

You gripped your phone, going through your calculator app and typing '67' over and over again, hoping the man wouldn't notice you or connect the dots.

But because you've had such a shitty streak the past 2 days, of course the dryer—with your clothes inside—chimed with a cheery little tune to indicate that the clothes were done.

Oh my God. Oh my God. If he sees me take out my clothes and recognizes them as the ones he tossed on the floor, he'll know it was me. But if I don't do anything, he'll be suspicious! Don't look at the dryer. Don't look at the dryer! He'll know they're my clothes—

You look at the dryer.

You pray that the guy doesn't notice your glance over to the dryer. But of course, he definitely notices.

"Aren't you going to take out your clothes?" He deadpans, giving you a tiny glare. You sigh, accepting your defeat, and walk over to the dryer as if it's a death sentence.

You can feel his eyes on you as you take your clothes out and put them in your basket. You slowly turn around, hoping to make it out of the laundromat without him noticing, but he meets your gaze, and his eyes flash with eerie recognition.

"It was you."

Not a question. A statement.

You slowly turn around to find him crossing his arms, staring at you with a deadly glare.

"Um... maybe?" Then you realize just how docile you sound and stand up straight.

No! You have gone through hell and back the past 2 days, and this little Peppa Pig-looking-ass man-child has the nerve to treat you like this? Uh, no!

"Actually, yes, it was. I assume you dumped my clothes all over the floor when you could've used any one of the other washers," You snarled, returning his glare. "It hurts when it happens to you, doesn't it?"

He scoffs, "You're so immature."

"I could say the same."

You both have a stare-down in the laundromat for a good 5 minutes until an elderly woman walks in, using her cane to walk across the room. Both you and the pink-haired man-child look at her as she goes by.

The man goes over to the woman and helps her take out her laundry from the washer. He gives you a mocking look, and you stomp over, helping the old woman walk and stick out your tongue at him.

She pats both of your hands, "Such a cute couple." You both talk over one another, trying to correct her.

"I'm single!" You say.

"I would never date someone as lukewarm as her," He retorts, and you give him a menacing glower in reply.

In the following weeks, you develop a rivalry with the man. For some reason, he always wants to use that washer. So, out of pure and beautiful feminine spite, you purposefully use that washer.

"Dodo head,"

"Immature loser."

"Dollar-store Yuji Itadori!"

"Half-baked fetus,"

"I hope you choke on your pink dye!"

"It's natural."

For some reason, you always target his pink hair.

One evening, while you're lounging in your apartment—your washing machine and dryer are still broken, so you ordered new ones—you're flipping through the channels on your TV.

Then, you stop at a soccer game.

(Football, futbol, or whatever you wanna call it. Don't shoot me, I'm just the narrator.)

Curious, you decide to watch a bit of it. Watching sweaty men on a green field kicking around a football entertains you for a few minutes before you pick up the remote to change the channel.

But you stop mid-motion when you see a familiar blur of pink hair.

"...Sae Itoshi! The flawless world-class prodigy making his way down the field—"

You chuck the remote at the wall.

It's that bum from the laundromat! In a fancy jersey and cleats, but still the same bum, nevertheless. It's those damn eyelashes you recognize at first.

"NO! NO! THERE'S NO WAY HE'S A FAMOUS FOOTBALLER!" You screech in sheer rage.

You grab your phone and search for 'Sae Itoshi', fingers pounding on the screen. Google loads up with a screen full of his information, his club, his position, ridiculous net worth, interviews—

"NOOOOOO!" You let out a guttural scream at the ceiling.

He was not only an asshole, but he was a rich and famous asshole.

The next day at the laundromat, you march in like a one woman army. You put your clothes in the washer and wait for Sae to arrive. When he did—wearing a grey hoodie and bummy grey sweatpants—you pounch on him.

"Hello, Sae Itoshi." You hiss, arms crossed. You march over to him and point a finger at his chest, "Just because you're a bigshot athlete doesn't mean anything to me. You're still the asshole who dumped my stuff on the floor. Understand?"

Sae didn't reply, leveling you with an unimpressed look. He let out a dry chuckle, moving your finger away from his chest. "Ha. Ha. So, intimidating. You gonna stab me with a hanger? Qué fastidio."

"Ugh, I can't stand you!"

"That makes two of us."

Your hate for him didn't waver, at all. However... if you secretly went onto your computer at 3 am searching Google for 'Sae Itoshi interviews' then that was no one's business.

You were just curious, nothing more. Also, you wanted to find the best way to insult him other than just throwing jabs at his hair.

"Eh... Hijo de puta?" You tested the words on your tongue, pretending Sae was in front of you in the dark of your room.

You imitated his detatched tone, "What a hassle, you're so annoying."

You then replied to yourself in your normal tone, flipping your hair, "Well, um... el burro.... sabeh mass que two...? Yeah, fuck you."

You completely butchered the phrase 'el burro sabe más que tú'.

"Yeah, I'll say that tommorow. Just to see the dumb look on his face." You laughed cockily, falling back into your bed.

You did not tell him that. After all, it would've been more embarassing for you—butchering Spanish in the middle of a laundromat—than for him—dealing with the second hand embarassment.

So, you stuck to your creative puns about his hair. And his eyelashes.

Everything seems to be normal. You attempt to ragebait Sae only to end up being ragebaited yourself, laze around your house wondering why the delivery of your new washing machine and dryer are being delayed, and think of creative insults to call Sae the next time you see him.

You never question why you think of him so much.

Never mind him, you finally matched with someone on a dating app you downloaded on a whim. He seemed decent enough. A stable job, similar hobbies. All good.

The two of you headed to a fancy restaurant for the meeting, and everything went downhill. He wouldn't stop talking about himself and kept boasting.

It was all me, me, me.

Even when you ordered, he was still talking about himself.

"Like, yeah, my favorite car out of the ones I own is my—"

Even while you were eating, he was still talking about himself.

"And I like swear, every single girl wanted me in college—"

When you finished up your meal, you were pleasantly surprised when he started talking about you. Though not in the way you'd like.

"You kinda remind me of my ex! She was bad as hell, heh."

You deadpan, "Why did you break up with her then?"

"Oh, she broke up with me. She got all pissy just because I was hanging out with my homies."

"...And what did you do with said homies?"

When he replied, you wished him farewell and started getting out of your chair when he "accidentally" spilt his wine all over your dress.

"Dudeee, I'm like so sorry." He was not sorry.

You stormed out, an iron-clad grip on your purse and a frown plastered on your face.

Once home in the safety of your apartment, you stripped your sticky clothes off, took off your makeup, and collected all your dirty laundry for a trip to the laundromat.

When you got there, you saw Sae was there before you. Sitting on a stool, scrolling through his phone with an uninterested expression before he met your eyes. He gives you a cocky look.

"Tch, what are you going to do now? Dump my clothes all over the floor like you did when we first met—"

But he was quickly interrupted when you quietly walked over to another washer, ignoring him, put in your coins, clothes, and detergent. You silently sat down far from him on the same bench, looking tired.

"Don't." You mutter, resting your fists on your face.

The silence fills the laundromat, only broken by the sounds of washing machines and dryers in the background.

"What's up with you?" He mumbles, trying not to give off the vibe that he's curious.

"My date went shit." You reply, letting out a soft sigh. "He was really self-absorbed. He wouldn't stop talking about himself. Also, apparently, his last girlfriend dumped him because he'd get freaky with his best friends and call it 'platonic fucking'."

Sae lets out a hum of acknowledgement, "Sounds rough."

You nod, "Yeah."

Silence fills the laundromat once more, and you decide to break it with a question, "I'm curious. Why do you always use that specific washing machine?"

"It's my good luck charm."

You let out an abrupt laugh at that, "Your... what?"

He gives you a confused look, as if it makes complete and total sense, "My good luck charm. Every single time I wash my jerseys with that washing machine, I win a game. That's why I don't wash my jerseys using my washing machine at home."

You level him with an incredulous look, "You're telling me you drive to this laundromat nearly every week just to wash your jerseys when you could just do it at home?"

"Yes."

You expected to be angry, pissed that you were arguing with a man who believed in superstitions like that. But you felt... lighter. The great Sae Itoshi that you saw on screen has childish urges like that.

"You're insane." You mutter.

He shrugs, "It works. I scored a hat trick in my match last week after washing my jersey in that machine. Anyway, why do you insist on using that washing machine?"

"I use it out of spite because you put my wet clothes on the nasty-ass floor when we first met."

He sighs, "Childish."

"That's rich coming from you."

"Fair enough."

"So then... truce? I'll let you use the 'magical' washer. Since you need it sooo badly."

"Don't make it sound like that."

You laugh, "What? It does."

Ever since that day, your petty rivalry with Sae Itoshi has reverted into something akin to friendship. You'd still tease him, sure, but except this time—there was a illict of humor to it.

"No, but seriously, why pink?"

"I told you, it's natural."

"Then what about your eyelashes? Those have got to be extensions."

"Genetics, you fool."

Other people at the laundromat would stick around for your banter, giggling quietly to themselves as the two of you argued over something silly. The old woman whom the two of you had helped earlier on would look at the two of you with something like mischief in her old eyes.

When you got Sae's number, you were even more unbearable. You'd send him silly memes, commentate his games via iMessage, and overall, blow up his phone whenever you could.

He would never dare to tell you that he actually found it endearing—for fear it would enlarge your ego.

One rainy afternoon, the two of you were hanging out in the laundromat and yapping as always.

"I found another match." You pulled up the dating app on your phone and showed Sae the guy's profile. "Isn't he cute?"

Sae took one look at it and looked absolutely horrified. And disgusted.

"That's... interesting."

"Don't be mean just because you haven't pulled any huzz." You boasted, poking his cheek to irritate him.

You thought he was just being judgy (as always) and didn't think much of it. The following week, you went on a date with the guy at a cute cafe.

"Oh, hey! You must be..." You faltered as you looked at the guy in front of you.

The same teal eyes as Sae and the same damn eyelashes. Except this guy was taller and had dark teal hair. He was gorgeous, but something about him was familiar.

"Hm. Oh, yeah." The man spoke, looking up from his phone.

Despite him also giving off the same stoic aura Sae gave off, you could tell there was a difference between the two.

Sae's stoicism was the type that made you feel annoyed. The type that screamed 'I totally think I'm better than you and I have the zeros in my bank account to prove it.'

This guy's stoicism was the type that kept you slightly on edge. It wasn't as irritating as Sae's, but it was kind of... intense.

Being the little freak you were, you were into that.

You sat down across from him, smiling, "You must be Rin! It's nice to meet you." You extended your hand, and he shook it.

If it were Sae in this situation, he would've just stared at it... You thought randomly, then snapped yourself out of it. This was about Rin, not Sae. No matter how similar your gut told you they were.

The date went pretty well. Despite being quiet, Rin was OK to talk to and a good listener (unlike that other guy you went on a date with).

You left the date with a dollop of hope in your heart; maybe you could really form a relationship with this guy.

Later on, Sae came over to your apartment (yes, you guys have gotten that close) to steal your food and watch a movie.

You told him everything about your date while the two of you lounged on the couch, your eyes sparkling as you did so, and he nodded slowly in acknowledgement. When you were done, you noticed Sae had a weird expression on his face.

"What is it? Are you jealous of my endless rizz and swag—"

"Y/N, be honest."

You faltered, "Honest about what?"

"Look, are you really into this guy?"

You twiddle your thumbs, "Why are you saying this—"

Sae leaned over you on the couch, a hand on your chin, "Because I'm in love with you." His hand on your chin lies by your side, trapping you under him.

"Sae?" You whisper softly as he leans in.

You freak out and yelp, knocking your head forward and hitting him on the forehead. He lets out a sharp hiss, and you sprint to the bathroom, terrified. You lock yourself in there for God knows how long and come out of the bathroom to realize Sae isn't there.

He must've gone home, you think to yourself. You sit down on the couch; it's still warm. You lean back and let out a curse.

Sae-i'm-emotionally-closed-off-Itoshi confessed his love to you in your apartment, and you what? Assault him with your forehead?

But then again, what were you supposed to tell him? I'm thinking I'm in love with you too, and now I'm rethinking my thing with Rin, but I'm just really confused right now?

Absolutely not.

The next day, you met up with Rin again and explained to him everything that happened yesterday.

Rin's eyebrows were scrunched as he slowly said, "This friend of yours... does he have stupid pink hair by any chance?"

"Yeah."

"Emerald eyes, similar eyelashes to mine?"

"Yep."

"...I don't know if we can continue hanging out. I think you should fix stuff with your friend, though. It seems like they really care about you."

Oh, okay?

You were reeling from that confusing conversation with Rin—partially glad that he broke things off before you—as you gathered your laundry for your latest trip to the laundromat.

Unfortunately for you, when you get there, you find Sae already loading up his (lucky) washing machine with his jersey. Not to mention, the rest of the laundromat is empty.

You should leave! Things are awkward between the two of you anyway!

But then again... after that talk with Rin, you were sure that you loved him back. It just hadn't occurred to you after all this time.

You take a deep breath and push open the door. You shove your clothes into a washer and watch as they spin round and round—collecting yourself to confront Sae.

You turn around, and Sae is standing timidly behind you. You let out a yelp of surprise, knocking your head on the washing machine window. He looks guilty instantly and reaches out to help you massage the bruise.

You reassure him, pushing his hand away, "No, no. It's fine! Just caught me off guard. Do you... want to talk?"

He nods, "I don't know what happened between us. But honestly, I don't know if I can go on being your friend and pretending that I'm not desperately in love with you."

He holds your hand. "Please, just tell me. Do you want me or not?"

You shut your eyes tightly and nod frantically. A small smile breaks over his lips, and he leans in, "Well then, is it OK if I do this?"

As he leans closer, you can feel his breath ghost over your lips, the heat of his body, the intoxicating smell of his expensive cologne, the positioning of his hands—

"Oh, you two seem... busy." You hear a familiar voice from behind Sae.

It's Sae's turn to jolt in surprise as he turns around to find Rin behind him.

"Rin— What are you doing here?"

Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, "Wait, you know each other?"

Rin nods, "We're brothers. He's unfortunately the oldest. Who knew the girl I was going out with was the same girl he wouldn't shut up about? What a coincidence."

Oh. Oh. Oh!

Sae's weird behavior, that awkward conversation with Rin, and the eerie resemblance of their eyes all make sense now.

You stare as Sae scowls at Rin, "Screw you. You ruined the mood."

Rin pops his knuckles, frowning, "Kissing in a laundromat? I thought you were classier than that. At least take her out to dinner."

"And what would you know about romance, you baby?"

"I'm not a—"

You clear your throat, "Um. It's nice you came and all but—" You gestured to you and Sae, "Can we talk? In private?"

Rin groans, "Fine. You owe me $50 for saving your relationship, Sae. You're lucky I didn't steal your girl when I had the chance."

"You little—" He's cut off when you grab his arm, pulling him outside into an alley.

You tuck a bit of his hair behind his ear, grinning, "So, you told him about me?"

Sae rolls his eyes, "Yeah, whatever, it wasn't much." Liar.

You wrap your arms around his neck, and he leans into it. "So, you gonna take me out to dinner like your baby brother said?"

"Mhm hm." He presses a soft kiss to your lips, "It'll be better than that shitty cafe Rin took you to."

"Dissing your brother mid-confession? That's not very brotherly of you."

He shrugs, "I guess so. But it's true. So, should I pick you up at 7 tomorrow?"

"Yep. You know where I live."

He presses another kiss to your lips, "I do."

a/n : I really do believe this is my longest oneshot EVER

im so proud of this because i did pour my love and soul into writing this

i thought of this idea after watching the music video of the song 'picture of my mind' by pinkpantheress and thought 'hmmm! it's filmed in a laundromat! maybe i should make a fic set in a laundromat' and here we are.

i think was really funny though like i couldn't help but think 'oh this totally gives off rom-com vibes'

i also made sure to put the 'enemy' in 'enemies to lovers' if you know what I mean

like she genuinely HATES him at first

no 'wait hes kinda fine' or 'wait i could hit that'

just pure spite and pettiness

[megloomi]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ girldad megumi and mister sun

warnings: mentions of pregnancy/being pregnant, implied afab reader / enjoy this tooth-rotting, cavity-inducing fluff note: the name chie is written 千惠; 惠 is the character used for megumi's name, and i just thought it would be cool if his daughter's name mirrored his own (your idea btw) | dividers by @/cafekitsune

he's been conversing with her before she exited the womb. megumi would lecture her about the importance of her safety; he would have discussions with himself about what her favorite food might be based on your pregnancy cravings; he would even play-fight with her by poking your belly and waiting for her to kick back. megumi already loves how fiery her energy is. he can feel her burning for more as he massages gentle shapes into the tender skin of your stomach.

still, he was decidedly ill-prepared for just how much of a chatterbox his baby girl would become. she's babbling as soon as she can form sounds, and when she's finally old enough for daycare, the attendants have nothing but praise for her verbal prowess. they fawn over her endless curiosity, amazed by her ability to ask questions and articulate whether or not she understands. but, there's one habit that the daycare helpers adore the most, and it makes megumi's ears burn.

"oh goodness," mrs. hasegawa chirps, "she's such a sweetheart. today, she was helping a classmate clean up their station after fingerpainting. so gentle and kindhearted—you two have really done a wonderful job."

"thank you, mrs. hasegawa," you say, curling a warm hand around your husband's bicep, "but really, she gets it honest."

mrs. hasegawa looks on as you pat megumi's arm; he fidgets and squirms at the implied compliment, still adjusting to your newfound tendency of bragging about his fatherly capabilities. the hearts in mrs. hasegawa's eyes are unmistakable. she's trying not to swoon at the image of young, devoted love, but she's failing so hard, it seems like she's about to clasp her hands together and kick up one foot.

"oh, and she has this adorable habit—i'm not sure if the two of you were aware ... but, chie tends to personify objects that she's actively talking about. like yesterday, she was playing outside, and she was wondering if mister slide needed any sunscreen."

megumi's face flushes, and he turns his head to the side. he's trying to avoid a myriad of assaults at the moment; megumi doesn't want mrs. hasegawa to spot the furious blush on his cheeks, and her certainly has no interest in seeing your smug, shit-eating grin, because you happen to know exactly where chie's habit comes from.

a few months into your relationship, megumi had been remarking about an impending heatwave when he said: "seems like mister sun is really angry these days." back then, it had stopped you in your tracks; your megumi—gloomy, pessimistic, gentle, kindhearted megumi—has just called that giant, fiery ball in the sky 'mister sun'. and you never, ever let him live it down.

but, as much as you teased him for it, you prayed to the gods that he would slip up around your daughter and pass down that same, inexplicably cute habit. even at eight months pregnant, you still hauled yourself out of the house for hatsumode; megumi had fussed about your fingers, but you were determined to ask for one thing. please, if linguistic tendencies are at all inheritable—please let chie follow in her father's footsteps.

"ah yes," you nod, "ms. fujinuma informed us about another instance last week when we came to pick her up."

"we're trying to encourage her to use the correct terminology," megumi chimes in, scratching at the back of his neck. he flinches a bit and crinkles his nose when you jab him between the ribs, shooting you a biting glance.

"we're trying to savor it for as long as we can," you amend his previous statement.

megumi isn't sure if this 'we' includes him.

but, when chie bounds over to him with round cheeks and a bright smile reminiscent of your own, she launches herself into megumi's open arms. already talking at the speed of light, she doesn't wait for her father to catch up; instead, she simply trusts that he will understand. because he does. he always does. in fact, megumi was one of the first people who did—he translated her little kicks, knew exactly what each type of cry meant, and hung on to every piece of gibberish she spewed as a toddler.

upon exiting the building, megumi notes how the sky is a brilliant shade of blue; there is a soft breeze that ruffles her feathery black hair, and he can't help but place a swift kiss on her cheek.

"look, daddy!" she shuffles around in his hold and points upward; megumi follows the trajectory of her chubby finger to squint at the sky. "mister sun is happy ... he's smiling so big today!"

"i'm sure he is, baby," you say, pinching at her tummy and making her giggle.

"mhm," megumi nods, "daddy thinks so, too."

chie continues with her musings, bringing in character after character. mister sun, miss sky, mister bluejay, mister tow truck. by the time the three of you reach home, she has created a whole world in her head, and you and megumi listen to her gush about anything and everything.

when megumi catches your gaze again, the smile you offer him is softer—less 'i know you want to shrivel up and die right now', and more 'i'm thanking the gods that i can see you in her'.

as soon as she's occupied at the kitchen table with a color-by-number, you run the tips of your fingers over his cheekbones. he has some stubble growing in, but you don't mind. you never do. it makes your lips tingle as you pepper his face with kiss after kiss. when you reach ten, he starts laughing. it's a sound that comes from his belly, one that has become more and more common over the years.

"you're smiling so big," you murmur against his mouth.

megumi presses his forehead to yours. he kisses you again, deeper this time and says, "i'm happy."

[erensdork]

pussywhipped!eren obsessed with finger fucking you

word count: 557

content warnings: rough fingering, male masturbation, cursing, slight dirty talk

He's able to feel your warmth, wetness and depth in such detail that he feels the phantom sensations run along his dick. The pleasure oscillates through him, pooling in his shaft and making it twitch. He treats fingering like fucking, completely absorbed by the motions as his mouth gapes and his eyes grow lidded. A pink dusting covers his face as he stares at your pussy shamelessly, groaning at the sight.

He finger fucks you deeper, curling his fingers to try and find impossible to reach spots inside of you, shuddering at the thought of his cock gliding against your insides instead. But, his imagination is so incredibly strong, his cock is already leaking from the fantasy.

It's even hotter when he brings a hand down to fist himself at the same time. He keeps his rhythm consistent, matching the pace of his pistoning fingers inside of you to the desperate tugs at his length. He doesn't hold back his moans or his movements, bucking his hips up into his hand as he begins to thrust his digits into you at a pace that sends your body gently bouncing up and down against the sheets. He loves it. "Fuck-"

The view of your body makes his cock impossibly harder. "Look at you..." His knuckles repeatedly slam at your entrance from the depth of his fingers, his lip finding its way between his teeth. And he knows he's supposed to focus on you. He knows he's supposed to make you feel good. He knows he's supposed to give you what you want. But, he can't stop fingering you just the way he likes it.

He selfishly fills you to the brim before scissoring his fingers inside of you and peering at the hole he creates. Once he sees it, he throbs. He throbs because seeing the wet, wide hole he had created inside of you has his balls draining and his shaft filling up. "Oh fuck."

He thrusts his hips forward, fucking his fist as he topples over the point of no return. He knows you'll be pissed at his premature high but the pleasure clouds his mind to the point where it becomes an afterthought. He curls his fingers into you, hard and fast, getting off at the feeling of your pussy until the pleasure becomes too much to handle. He lets go, letting out a tight groan in sync with the flex of his abs.

His hand stutters as he cums, the jerk of his cock sending ropes of sperm spilling over you. His body sways as the waves of his orgasm crash over him and his eyes flutter shut. Nevertheless, he revels in the feeling of his heightened pleasure by slowly gliding his fingers through your insides. He imagines filling you up, stuffing you with his seed until you're full to the brim; it only draws his orgasm out for longer.

And, when he's done, he opens his eyes to see your furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips. From there, he's spitting out apologies and rushing to retrieve a towel for you.

authors note: not sure how i feel about writing drabbles yet... i still prefer fics overall but drabbles are so quick and fun! i feel like i could get through a lot of requests this way. i won't be fully converting to drabbles though i just wanted to post something 😁

[ginnykun]

@omgcoffee-and-murder (REQUESTED!)

yuji itadori with a crush on you after finding out you have a cold:

𓂃⋆.˚ the whole thing starts because you sneeze exactly once during training. just once. nobody else really pays attention to it, but yuji’s head immediately snaps toward you like someone shouted his name. when he notices you quietly rubbing your nose and pretending you’re fine, he frowns without even realizing it. for the rest of practice, he keeps glancing over every few minutes to make sure you’re okay.

𓂃⋆.˚ after training, he catches up to you while you’re gathering your things.

“hey!”

“hm?”

“are you okay?”

you smile, thankful for his concern, though your voice sounds a little stuffy. “it’s just a cold.”

“just a cold?” he says it like you’ve just announced you’re dying.

“yeah. people get colds.”

“i know they do! but… are you sure you’re okay?”

he spends the rest of the evening at the dorm thinking about it. genuinely.

he tries watching television. doesn’t absorb a single word. it’s a yuji thing, he’s hyperfixated now.

megumi eventually looks over from his book. “why do you keep sighing?”

“she has a cold.”

“okay.”

“what if it gets worse?”

“it’s a cold.”

“…yeah, but what if it’s a really bad cold?”

megumi stares at him for a solid five seconds. “you’re down horrendous.”

“what?”

“nothing.”

𓂃⋆.˚ the next morning, yuji shows up outside your dorm carrying far more things than any one person could possibly need: convenience store soup, sports drinks, tea, tissues, cough drops, fruit, two different brands of medicine because he wasn’t sure which one worked better, and for some reason…a plush bear.

when you answer the door wrapped in a blanket, your hair messy from sleeping, he almost forgets how to speak.

“hi!”

“hi, yuji…?” you rub your eyes and suppress a yawn.

“you look…uh…—he immediately regrets saying that—…terrible.”

awkward silence.

“…i mean— not terrible! you always look pretty! i mean—…you just look…sick!”

by the end of the sentence, he’s bright red. you’re laughing so hard you have to lean against the doorframe.

“…thanks, yuji.”

“i made it worse, didn’t i?”

“a little.”

𓂃⋆.˚ once he’s inside, he immediately goes into “helpful mode.”

he’ll ask if you’ve eaten. if you’ve taken medicine. if you’ve been drinking enough water. if you’ve been sleeping. if you’re warm enough.

after about the sixth question, you laugh softly. “yuji.”

“…yeah?”

“breathe.”

“wha- oh, right.” he sits down but lasts approximately thirty seconds, then he’s back on his feet because he suddenly remembers he wanted to make you tea.

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s not exactly the greatest cook, but he tries so incredibly hard that it’s impossible not to find it adorable. he ends up standing in your tiny kitchen reading the instructions on a soup container with complete concentration, muttering every step under his breath like he’s diffusing a bomb.

“okay…heat…don’t boil…i can do this.”

𓂃⋆.˚ when he brings you the bowl, he watches you take the first spoonful with the most nervous expression imaginable.

“…is it okay?”

“yuji.”

“yeah?”

“it’s canned soup.”

“oh…right. i still heated it really well…right?”

“you did.”

he grins so proudly you’d think he’d prepared a five-star meal. he’s the jujutsu michelin chef now.

𓂃⋆.˚ the sweetest part is if you fall asleep halfway through a conversation because the medicine finally kicked in and he doesn’t wake you. he’ll quietly turn the television volume down, tuck the blanket a little more securely around your shoulders and sit on the floor beside the couch scrolling through his phone, probably looking at some original recipes, glancing over every now and then just to make sure you’re still comfortable.

𓂃⋆.˚ at one point, you wake up to find him asleep too. he’d been trying so hard to stay awake in case you needed something that he eventually nodded off with his head resting against the couch, one hand still loosely holding the glass of water he’d promised to remind you to drink.

𓂃⋆.˚ when you gently tap his shoulder, he startles awake immediately. “…huh?”

“are you okay?”

“oh, uh…yeah! i was going to ask you that.”

“oh.”

then he notices you’re smiling. “what?”

“nothing. you’re just…really sweet.”

his brain completely short-circuits.

“i mean…—he rubs the back of his neck, suddenly looking everywhere except at you— “i just…i don’t like the idea of you being sick by yourself. you take care of everyone else all the time, so i kinda wanted to take care of you for once.”

your heart melts a little.

𓂃⋆.˚ by the time you’re feeling better a few days later, he’s somehow managed to catch your cold instead.

he shows up to training sniffling. nobara takes one look at him. “seriously?”

megumi sighs. “called it.”

𓂃⋆.˚ you walk over with the exact same bag of medicine and tea he’d brought you.

“looks like it’s my turn.”

yuji smiles despite his red nose. “worth it.”

“yuji.”

“still worth it.”

he gives you that dumb, fallen head over heels smile you could never ignore.

[freakynad]

you & yuji itadori crack while watching human earthworm four at the cinema ❤︎ mdni.

you and yuji intended to spend your quiet evening watching human earth worm four, a movie you grew bored seeing but yuji swore it was because you lacked ‘media literacy’ thats why you didn't enjoy it— mind you, he had just learnt that word through social media.

both of you sat at the back of the cinema and unsurprisingly it was almost empty, the room was so cold that it sent sharp shivers down your bare legs.

the only source of warmth was radiating from yuji’s hands that were on your inner thighs—rubbing slow & deliberate circles.

that mini skirt you wore built a tent under yuji’s pants, stretching the fabric which he attempted to conceal with the nacho box that did a terrible job of hiding his erection.

he was barely focused on the movie, rubbing your thighs dangerously close to the patch of heat that was starting to grow on your underwear.

“yuu..” you breathed in an attempt to warn him, watching him feign innocence while popping a piece of the caramelised popcorn into his mouth.

at some point throughout the movie, he leaned over and whispered something in your ear, his hands tugging the waistband of your underwear under your skirt, the words didn’t even register in your head, his breath hot against your ears.

“..can i?” he muttered, not giving you a chance to respond as he placed demanding pecks on your jaw to your neck, you clamped a hand on your mouth to stifle the whimper building up in your throat.

“yuuji..”’you whispered, heart racing against your ribs, “not now, we’ll get caught..”

he groaned against your skin without a care in the world, eyes shut. inhaling the scent of the vanilla perfume on your brown skin.

“need you.. s’ bad..” he fluttered his puppy eyes to you, tone filled with unadulterated desperation.

you swallowed in uncertainty. “i’ll be quiet, i promise.” it was hard not to squeeze your legs seeing him begging to fuck you, it was public indecency but who were you to say no to your sweet, puppy eyed boyfriend.

he settled you onto his lap with your underwear peeled off and barely stuffed inside your purse, your thumb circling your clit under your skirt as he freed his hardened and reddened cock.

“please.. hurrryy…” you pleaded, feeling his legs tense under your ass. he stroked his glistening cock, before lifting you slightly to align yourself with his cock.

“stand up f’me… there you go princess..” he guided, pressing his hard length against your soaking entrance, slowly sliding his thick cock inside of your fluttering cunt, you already found yourself tightening around the head of his length.

you gasped, feeling your whole body split in half by simply his tip.

“relax for me baby, can’t even get all the way in..” he pressed his hands on your lower stomach to steady you, you rolled your head back in an attempt to regulate your breathing.

you bit your lower lip, holding back a muffled moan. he guided your hips down onto his cock, slowly but surely you started grinding on him.

lifting yourself enough where you’d squeeze around his ridge before plunging yourself down on his cock, taking every inch of his. yuji choked out groans from him, his fingers digging in the flesh of your ass.

“fuck.. feel so good…” he quietly growled, watching your cunt swallow his length entirely, tilting his hips upward and angling his cock that it was impossible for his cock not to brush that sweet spot of inside your cunt.

“mmpph.. fuck yu—yuji.” you whimpered, not moving for a moment and letting your cunt flutter around his cock. you were slowing down, your thighs started burning.

“fuck me.. use my cock baby, please..” he tilted his hips, angling his cock even deeper in you as he grabbed your hips and fucked you into his cock, accidentally earning a louder moan from you that was timed perfectly with a loud scene occuring on the movie in front of you.

you turned your head back, your head bobbing up and down as he ruthlessly fucked you into him, biting his lower lip to hold back a loud moan, tilting his head back.

“f—fuck.. im close yuu..” you gasped, your gummy walls squeezing around his cock in you. your body shivered in the verge of a climax

“ let me fill you up, yeah..?” he panted breathlessly, looking at you as you nodded. “cum in me yuu.. need all your cum.”

with your words, his cock twitched inside your walls with a shameless groan, the splash of his hot orgasm spilled in you while your own orgasm triggered right after feeling him paint your pink walls white, clamping down on him.

“such a good fuckin’ girl.. so good f’me.” he whispered, pressing his face against your shoulders, his cock filling you up and making sure every drop stayed where it belonged.

© 𝒇reakynad is speaking . . . i wrote this at 1 am, half asleep with a dream!

[silverspringsho]

YUJI'S FEMININE GIRLFRIEND

If Yuji was asked to describe his girlfriend? There was only one way ⸻ pink, glittery, vanilla scented, pretty.

But don't be fooled. Most men would want a way out. Yuji does not. In fact, if he could be anywhere in the world, he'd choose to be with you.

He is exactly where he wants to be.

"Yuji?" You're sprawled on his bed, watching as he games. It's some dumb fighting game he'd insisted on buying.

"Hm?" He doesn't glance up from the console.

"Do you know where my lipgloss is?"

He immediately abandons his game, clocking into his boyfriend duties. "Which one?"

"The clear gliterry one." You reply, watching as he searches the wrinkles in his duvet, under his pillows, the floor, his desk.

"Have you checked your bag?" He asks as he peers under the bed.

You glance towards your little pink handbag. "No." You frown. Reaching for the bag, you rummage around a bit. "Found it! Thank you, Yuji. You're the best."

He beams at the praise. "Of course, baby." He tosses himself down beside you, watching as you apply the lipgloss.

As the designated taste-tester, once you've coated your soft, juicy lips in shimmering gloss, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

You make a small whiney sound in the back of your throat. When he pulls back, your lips are pushed out into a pout.

He licks his lips. Vanilla flavoured. "10/10, baby." He says trying to go in for another taste.

"Stoppp," You giggle, pushing him back. The sound makes him smile.

He is absolutely, undeniably obsessed with you.

"Fine." He relents with a dramatic, mock sigh, rolling over theatrically.

"C'mere." You whine.

The second he rolls to face you, you're on top of him, your thighs on either side of his torso. His hands instinctively find your hips to hold you there. You take his face gently, holding his chin with one hand, as you lean closer, applying the shimmering gloss to his lips. Your breath mingles with his. Yuji stays perfectly still until you're done, then his tongue darts out to lick his glittery lips.

"Yuji!" You huff as he laps up the gloss off his lips. He grins up at you unapologetically.

[honeykatsu]

synopsis: streamer!choso has a pervy crush on his dorm neighbor: the schools sweetheart!reader

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summer felt wrong without you.

he tried to ignore the silence of being in his room instead of the dormitories--really, he did. he did so much as to fill his schedule with games, streams, scrolling through reels, anything to keep his mind from wandering where he know it shouldn't but damnit, he missed his next-door neighbor dearly 

it wasn’t like the two of you were friends—no he didn’t miss you like that, he missed seeing you in that skimpy little school uniform just a few rows ahead of him, flashing that beautiful smile of yours as you laughed with shoko when you got confused, your skirt riding up those pretty soft thighs when you shifted in your seat, the shimmery pink of your lips and god how pretty you looked when you applied your gloss.  

and he knew you were out of his league by miles and miles so he shouldn't bother noticing things like that

but what he missed most wasn't even class

it was living next to you in the dorms

seeing you rush into the hallway to grab some water in nothing but your short little sleep shorts and a white tank top that showed your pretty perked nipples through it—god he hated himself for it, he really did! he didn’t ever want to make you uncomfortable because he really did care for you! 

and he hated this part of himself

you trusted the space you were in, comfortable and safe

and here he was, memorizing, watching, listening to things he had no right to.

he'd run his hand down his face trying to force his mind to anywhere but you but--it never really stuck

he doesn’t know when it started, whether it was when you first talked to him in class with the same warm smile you wore for everyone else—or if it was that night

the one he should've forgotten about but god it was all he could think about

he had been up late cramming for a physics project, papers scattered everywhere the only sounds that late usually were his notebook pages flipping and the occasional frustrated groan until he heard it--

soft broken breaths muffled through the wall

he told himself he was hearing things until it got louder, needier

"...shit," he breathed out staring at the wall--your shared wall

he should've put headphones on, went to bed, anything! but instead he crawled into his bed with his ear against the wall you two shared--his heart pounding with every small sound that so barely slipped through

god, he imagined what you looked like trying to chase that high all by yourself when he knows he could make you feel so good 

how pretty you probably looked with your desperate fingers fucking in and out of you, your other hand probably squeezing your tits, pinching at your sensitive peaks desperately, chasing a wave of pleasure he knows he could so easily give you 

he pictured you with your lacy bra just barely pulled to the side with pathetic tears streaming down your face, riding into your own hand with your thong just pushed to the side 

fuck. 

he shouldn't be thinking about you like this

you--who smiled at him in class, treated him like everyone else, who made him feel seen, who had no idea what was running through his head right now

a desperate whine came from your side and his room suddenly felt too small, too hot

"m'sorry" he said breathlessly into the air as he tugged his boxers down, almost tripping over himself as he eagerly ran to his bed, laying with his ear practically glued to the wall to hear as much of you as he could, wrapping around himself slowly 

another muffled whine came from your room and he couldn’t hold back anymore 

his head tipped back against his pillow while his hand fisted around his straining cock, pumping himself teasingly, rubbing his puffed tip smearing pre all over his pretty pink tip, already dripping all over his abdomen 

“ahh-ahh fuck—m'sorry y/n--m'sorry!”  

tears streaming down his face as he pushed himself through it, listening to your voice through the walls--he looked a pathetic beautiful mess

“f-fuck pl-pleasee—” he whined into his quiet room, a choked cry following. his brain felt like it was short-circuiting and the only image it could think of is the one he was hoping to one day be on top of one day 

and that was the night it started

the night he stopped trying to pretend he didn't need you

--

now he may have felt like a pervert, but you weren’t much better over the summer

the day you found his livestream you clicked on it immediately without thinking, sure you'd seen him in class with those sexy nerdy fucking glasses, and the way his plaid pants hung a little too low when he lounged around the common room

you wanted to get to know him, he was your neighbor after all, so you figured maybe this way you could get to know some of his interests, or more of who he really was, not that quiet boy in the back of class who had a clear strain in his pants every time you even looked his way, not that you minded, you found it adorable

so you spent the summer watching his streams and everyday you watched you felt yourself wanting to know him more, to talk to him, to have him. so when school rolled back around you wasted no time, he would be yours in at least some way this year, because god knows you were tired of watching girls thirst over him in his comments, and of trying to reach your peak with your pathetic toy: he'd do much better

you hadn't meant for it to get this bad--but you weren't really complaining

what started as pure curiosity at the beginning of summer turned into something you couldn't stop--an addiction

because choso was nothing like what you expected

sure you knew he was quieter, yeah and a little awkward at times, but there was something else too. the way he focused and furrowed his brows with that stupid eyebrow piercing he gave himself, how he mumbled to himself as he played talking the viewers through his gameplay--and god was it attractive

you told yourself it was harmless at first--background noise while you kept yourself busy to get to make a new friend! but instead it felt like you were watching him.

you started paying attention to the little things

the way his glasses slipped down his nose when he leaned in to focus, the way his voice dipped slightly when he got tired, and how his shirt rode up just enough when he stretched to cover what you wanted to see most

and you realized it had become a problem when you noticed the comments

something you didn't expect to bother you

it wasn't like you knew him or had any right to be jealous, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the comments pointing out things you had already noticed

"he's so cute"

"is he single???"

"say my name on streammm"

all of them fucking annoying--they didn't know him like you did

even if your definition of knowing him wass just watching him on stream night after night, or talking to him briefly in class, or seeing him walk into his dorm late at night

it still felt like something to you

so by the time summer ended you weren't just curious anymore

you were set on it.

on him.

--

"hey!!" shoko chased after you in the dorms "you ready for tonight? welcome back party at toru's place!" she wrapped her arms around you excitedly, but your arms were wandering, hoping the room arrangements would be the same as last year

"helllooo y/n c'mon what's up" she snapped in your face playfully with a laugh "seriously, you good? you seem like, dazed--are you high?" she whispered

"no-no no no sho! sorry i'm just trying to see the room arrangements but yes, party tonight got it!"

suguru was waiting across the hall with a cigarette resting between his lips glancing at shoko

"now i thinkkk you have someone waiting for you, maybe those frat hookups weren't nothing" you teased shoko and nudged her lightly with a laugh as she rolled her eyes and left you for suguru, which was perfectly fine with you because you had a gameplan for your first week: get to know choso!

now his gameplan was a littlee different, he had spent the last week of summer researching the best ways to please you, emotionally and physically, so he didn't disappoint you when he finally had the chance.

he paced around the dorms hoping they'd still be the same just to see you lounging around in the common room, in those baggy jeans that hugged your hips just right and that tight tank top that showed you off, fuck you were beautiful--and he couldn't take it! he rushed into his dorm room and slammed his door before you could've noticed the pink of his cheeks or the bulge in his pants, and that's when he heard a faint knock

"choso?" you called out softly from the other side of the door

fuck.

so sorry for the long hiatus i was in such a writing slump and got so caught up with life, this is my first time doing anything 18+ so pleaseee be easy on me LOL but leave tips if you have any MWAH <3

[matchacherie]

 megumi is your shy baby ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

megumi fushiguro headcannons ᨳଓ˚‧⁺                                           

ᯓ does little things for you but denies it – you’ll find your favorite snacks on your desk and he’ll like,, “they were on sale. don’t read into it.”

ᯓ extremely protective in a quiet way .. if someone makes you uncomfortable, he’s immediately stepping between you and them. he’s your silent bodyguard bf

.ᯓ he acts unbothered until it’s you – he’s chill with everything else in life, but the second it involves you,, he’s alert,, tense,, and ready to throw hands.

ᯓ secretly really likes physical affection but only from you.

ᯓ he melts for forehead kisses

ᯓ thinks he’s not good enough for you – you have to gently remind him with little reassurances that you chose him.

ᯓ he lovesss yorur voice - whenever you start talking about something your passionate about he would be so focused

ᯓ always positions himself between you and danger – walking on the outside of the sidewalk,, standing behind you in public spaces,, stepping in front of you during missions he always makes sure your safe

ᯓ he loves when you steal his clothes but pretends to hate it

ᯓ he loves doing quiet things with you – reading next to each other, doing a puzzle, late-night convenience store runs. 

ᯓ he memorized all of your favorites - your drink order,, your favorite ramen place,, your shoe size,, etc

ᯓ he secretly keeps stuff you give him- you give him a dumb sticker? it’s in his phone case. you drew a little doodle on a napkin? it’s in his drawer. he has a whole shoebox of “stupid sentimental crap” that he looks at when he misses you.

ᯓ he’s got a soft spot for your laugh

thank you for reading xoxo -`♡´-

[lilithkleia]

ok quick i need you guys to pick which one of these i finish working on first

.

toxic fratjo x toxic reader (i’m already 1k words into this one)

roommate fratkuna x reader

singer gojo x actor reader (stalker x stalker)

Voting ended onJul 19

[lilithkleia]

why did yall let roommate kuna win.

[stasiaphernelia]

hey WE still finishing the stalker x stalker one right

[lilithkleia]

oh thrust me WEEEEE are

[stasiaphernelia]

and WE are publishing it FIRST 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

[lilithkleia]

ok quick i need you guys to pick which one of these i finish working on first

.

toxic fratjo x toxic reader (i’m already 1k words into this one)

roommate fratkuna x reader

singer gojo x actor reader (stalker x stalker)

Voting ended onJul 19

[lilithkleia]

why did yall let roommate kuna win.

[stasiaphernelia]

hey WE still finishing the stalker x stalker one right

[freakynad]

megumi fushiguro finds your scent very distracting. ❤︎ sfw

megumi was entirely fixated by staring onto his computer screen, playing a game of overwatch with a bunch of strangers online. the shuffle of his mouse and keyboard was all that was heard in his little dorm room.

it was no surprise he flinched when you suddenly unlocked his dorm room open with the keys he’d given you, and his head spun almost immediately.

“jeez.” he winced, shoulders tensing as you gave him an apologetic look, mouthing an apology— acknowledging the fact his mic was probably unmuted— watching him turn his attention back to his computer with a flustered look of getting caught off guard.

a little smile planted onto your face as you dropped your purse by the couch and approached his gaming desk where his face was glowing due to the screen.

he turned to you once you crossed his peripheral vision, muting his mic before tilting his head and with practiced ease, you leaned in and pecked his soft lips.

“you almost done?” you muttered against his mouth as he hummed.

his brows slighty furrowed as a certain aroma brushed his nose, making him sniff. “what is that?” he questioned.

your cheeks flushed, “hey! i just took a shower, dont tell me i stink.” a frown made its way to your lips.

“no, no you don't." he reassured in a low voice, letting go of his keyboard and mouse— game completely forgotten and focused on only one thing.

he wrapped his hands around your wrist and pulled you down, pressing his nose onto your neck, inhaling, as your entire body went rigid.

“gumi what is i—megumi!” you gasped as he pulled you down onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck.

“you smell good.” his voice muffled against your warm skin.

your shoulders stiffened for a split second, you weren’t sure what you had done differently onto your routine, it surely caught you off guard that he liked your scent.

maybe a little too much.

“gumi!! you’re crushing me.” you whined, pressing your manicured hands onto his shoulder to push yourself away from him, but he refused to let go, grip tightening.

his screen started glaring into a deep red, the game warning megumi to kick him out and suspending if he didn’t move in the next ten seconds, and you could hear his teammates yelling for megumi on his headphones that he peeled off his ears, placing them onto his desk.

“what about your game?”

“you’re here now. doesn't matter.” he whispered, your heart palpitating at his words.

eventually you sank into his touch, his screen light dimming due to the lack of activity, your warmth pressing onto his skin— a nice contrast to the cold room.

© 𝒇reakynad is speaking . . . rewatching jjk for the first time in years & i remembered my roots ( all roads lead back to megumi fushiguro )

[stasiaphernelia]

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[stasiaphernelia]

Omg GUYS STOP tagging me in puppyboy yuji fics 😭😭 !!

[stasiaphernelia]

Hellooooo…? Guys…?

[stasiaphernelia]

Omg GUYS STOP tagging me in puppyboy yuji fics 😭😭 !!

[payakanspirit]

♯ megumi fushiguro x reader need a little help imagining? twt link

the soft glow of your phone lit the room as you lay sprawled across the bed, one leg bent beneath the blankets while your thumb mindlessly flicked from one post to the next. you’d barely register anything you’d looked at in the last 20 minutes, your thoughts drifting elsewhere every few seconds. to him.

megumi had only been gone a few days, called away on an extensive mission that had kept him out longer than either of you had expected. you were used to missions, they came with the territory, but that didn't make the apartment feel any less empty while he was away.

the quiet click of the bedroom door pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up immediately.

a little paler than when he'd left, megumi stepped inside, looking every bit as worn out as you expected. his uniform was wrinkled, his hair a mess, and the exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss. even standing in the doorway, he looked like he was running on whatever little energy he had left, the tension evident in the slow rise and fall of his breathing.

a smile found your lips before you could stop it, greeting softly, "hey, gumi..”

he lingered by the door for a moment, eyes finding you almost immediately. "hey," his voice was quieter than usual.

for a split second, something softened in them. there was a flicker of need, small enough that anyone else would've missed it. it vanished just as quickly, hidden beneath his usual calm expression. the moment passed almost as quickly as it came.

“..i’m gonna change,” he murmured.

you nodded. “take your time.”

a minute later, he stepped back into the room wearing a loose black shirt and sweatpants. his damp hair clung slightly around his forehead, evidence he'd at least splashed some water on his face before changing. he tossed the crumpled uniform over the back of a chair before making his way toward the bed.

he looked more comfortable. still exhausted. the mattress dipped as he sat beside you.

you smiled to yourself, resisting the urge to immediately throw your arms around him. you’d missed him more than you cared to admit, but one look at him told you he probably needed a second to simply breathe. so you let him, your attention drifting back to your phone.

a few quiet moments passed. then you felt yourself slide ever so slightly across the mattress. you frowned.

another gentle tug. looking down, you found megumi’s hand resting against your waist, fingers hooked in the fabric of your shirt. he wasn't pulling very hard, just enough to coax you closer to him.

there wasn't any urgency behind it either. he wasn't trying to drag you over, just patiently encouraging you, inch by inch.

you blinked at him.

"what’re you doing?"

he stayed quiet.

instead, he gave your side another small tug.

"gumi?"

only then did he look at you. the exhaustion lingering in his eyes somehow made them softer, less guarded than usual. "..c’mere.”

you giggled quietly. "i am here."

a tiny sigh escaped him, one that sounded almost amused despite how tired he was. he shook his head once. "..no."

his gaze dropped to his lap before lifting back to yours. "here."

realization dawned on your face. "..oh."

a grin spread across your lips. “you've been trying to pull me onto your lap?"

the faintest hint of color dusted his ears. "..maybe."

"you know," you teased, setting your phone on the nightstand, "you could've just asked."

"i did."

"barely."

“you gonna sit or not?”

despite your teasing, you shifted over without another word, carefully settling onto his lap.

the moment your weight rested against him, his hands instinctively found your waist, adjusting you just enough so you were comfortable before letting out a slow, tired breath.

his shoulders noticeably sagged. like he'd been holding himself together all day and had finally been given permission to stop.

a quiet breath escaped him as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes slipping shut.

"there," you murmured, slipping your fingers into his hair. "better?"

"much."

his hands ran up and down your sides, absentminded and comforting. it had only been a few days, but now that he was here, you realized just how much you'd missed touching him, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, knowing he was safe.

"missed you," he admitted, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

“i missed you too."

the room fell quiet again.

you couldn’t help but lean down and give him a quick kiss despite the silence. he answered with another, lips parting slightly before pulling back. his palms slid around your waist, fingers spreading wide as they traveled down to grip your hips.

"your skin feels good," megumi said against your mouth. "missed touching you."

“yeah? thought of you every night, gumi. wanted you home so bad..”

another short kiss. then a longer one where his tongue brushed yours briefly. his hands moved again, one staying at your hip while the other slipped higher under your shirt, tracing the curve of your side.

you shifted and he pushed the fabric higher, exposing more skin as his fingers trailed up to brush the underside of your breasts. the slight friction sent a small jolt down his spine.

"shiiit.. right there, pretty," he breathed when you started rocking your hips slowly. the thin cotton of your panties rubbed against the front of his sweatpants, and he could feel himself hardening beneath you. "yeah, keep doin’ that.. feels too good."

you ground down again, a little firmer this time, and megumi groaned softly into the next kiss. short pecks alternated with deeper ones as his hands roamed freely, squeezing your hips, sliding back to your ass, cupping your chest through the loose shirt.

"god, you're so soft," he groaned into the kiss, his hand shifting to give your ass a gentle, playful smack. the sound echoed in the quiet room, making you gasp, which only seemed to encourage him. he smacked you again, a bit firmer this time, before kneading your backside like he was trying to mold you to his body.

"you’re getting hard already," you giggled between kisses.

the sensation of your panties against his sweatpants was agonizingly perfect. you could feel the thick, hard length of his dick pulsing beneath the fabric, straining against the waistband of his sweatpants.

"can’t help it," he replied, voice a bit rougher now. "not when you're moving like that on my dick."

his thumbs circled your nipples through the fabric while his other hand dipped lower, fingers tracing the edge of your panties before returning to your waist. another grind made him twitch, and he pulled you closer for a messy kiss, tongues meeting briefly.

"don’t stop," megumi urged. "wanna feel you like this.. all of you."

you ground down harder, a slow, circular motion that had him arching his back, a low moan escaping his throat. his hands flew back down to your ass, gripping you tightly and pulling you flush against his erection. you rolled your hips once more, the friction building steadily against his growing erection. he nipped at your bottom lip, hands never still, sliding around your back, lifting your shirt again to run his palms up your sides and over your chest.

"love how you feel on me," he said quietly. "grinding on my dick ‘nd shit.. keep going."

short kisses punctuated every movement, turning into longer, hungrier ones as you continued the slow rhythm. his hands stayed busy, gripping, stroking, occasionally pushing the shirt higher so he could touch more of your bare skin.

"tired as hell but i really can’t get enough of you," megumi muttered against your lips, giving your ass another sharp smack, the sting mixing with the pleasure of your bodies rocking in sync. his name slipped from your lips in a breathless gasp, earning nothing more than an amused purse of his lips.

@lucidsseraphim my guest of honor

[zensei8]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ jock!yuji and his mean girlfriend part 2 - headcanons, nsfw

mean!reader who barges into yuji's dorm after practice, wrinkling your nose dramatically as you yank one of his oversized sweatshirts off the chair, but only after insulting the way he smells like “cheap body spray and protein shakes.”

jockbf!yuji just shrugs those massive shoulders and then says, “then wear it so I smell like you instead,” then spends the entire practice sniffing the collar you wore the day before. his teammates keep catching him burying his face in the collar between drills, inhaling deeply with this blissed out expression

jockbf!yuji who steals your chapstick because “it tastes like you.”

mean!reader who catches him red-handed sitting on your bed with your strawberry chapstick pressed to his lips, yet he doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. you glare at him, arms crossed, but he just leans in, chapstick still on his lips, and kisses you slow and sweet, licking into your mouth like he’s comparing flavors

jockbf!yuji  who sneaks you into the empty locker room. he’s still in his practice shorts,hair still damp as he presses you against the cool metal lockers and drops to his knees again because “been thinking about you all day–need my reward.”

mean!reader who calls him pathetic; fingers threading through his pink hair as he mouths at you through your panties. yuji just chuckles and grins against your thigh before pulling the fabric aside.”only for you,” he whispers against you before diving in then proceeding to make you come so hard your legs shake

mean!reader  who makes him work for every compliment, but the first time you actually praise him, something breaks in his brain. it’s after his championship game in the blistering heat, and sweat is soaking through his jersey, helmet tucked under one arm. everyone is crowding him, but he only looks for you in the stands

mean!reader who grabs his face with both hands, and mutters, “you did so good, i’m so proud of you.” the words come out gruff and reluctant, but they’re real

jockbf!yuji  whose eyes go wide, pupils blown, cheeks flushing darker than the heat could ever cause, and he just presses his forehead to yours right there on the field, breathing hard, whispering “say it again.” 

jockbf!yuji  who that night back at the dorm, is on his knees in front of you, big hands gripping your thighs, face buried between them because “you said I was good–I wanna be so good for you, baby, please.” 

jockbf!yuji  who eats you out, moaning every time you tug his hair and tell him he’s doing it right. he's desperate kneeling on the floor of his dorm, still half in his game-day clothes, face pressed between your spread thighs. he eats you out for hours, moaning loudly every time you praise him or tug on his hair making him grind against the mattress needily

mean!reader who, during summer break, complains the entire car ride to the beach, arms crossed in the passenger seat, talking about sand getting everywhere, and how you “hate the ocean and everyone in it.” 

jockbf!yuji  who just drives with one hand on the wheel, the other rubbing slow circles on your thigh like he can’t stop touching you. he’s smiling warmly the entire time, occasionally squeezing your thigh and saying, “you’ll love it once we’re there, baby. promise.”

jockbf!yuji  who unloads the entire car by himself while you sit on the hood and criticize his packing skills. when he’s done, he immediately scoops you up bridal style and carries you across the hot sand so you don’t burn your feet 

mean!reader  who refuses to wear the cute bikini yuji bought you until he gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes

jockbf!yuji  who can’t stop staring, amber eyes going wide and reverent. “you look unreal, baby,” he says

mean!reader who throws a handful of sand in his face in response

jockbf!yuji  who insists on putting sunscreen on you. he’s so thorough it's ridiculous, his big warm hands sliding over your shoulders, down your back, along your thighs, taking way longer than necessary. every time you snap, he just kisses the back of your neck. 

jockbf!yuji who drags you into the ocean even though you’re yelling at him the whole way. he catches you against his chest, laughing while you cling to his shoulders, soaked and pissed off, hissing curses, but your legs wrap around his waist anyway. he just beams and says, “love you too.”

jockbf!yuji  who buys you the most overpriced beachside shaved ice and watches you with heart eyes while you eat it. When it drips down your chin, he leans in and licks it off without hesitation, right there in public. you shove his face away, snarling. “you’re disgusting.” he just grins wider

mean!reader who spends half the day hissing at yuji for staring at you in your bikini,but when the beach clears out a bit in the late afternoon and you drag him under the big beach umbrella, you’re the one pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips, grinding down hard

jockbf!yuji  who gets painfully hard the second you start insulting him in that sharp tone. he’s lying there under the umbrella, hands gripping you, groaning softly as you rock against the bulge in his swim trunks. “baby…say it again,” he begs, eyes half-lidded. you call him a desperate pervert and he just moans louder, hips bucking into you

mean!reader who spends half the day hissing at him for staring at you in your bikini,but when the beach clears out a bit in the late afternoon and you drag him under the big beach umbrella, you’re the one pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips, grinding down hard

mean!reader who lets him finger you under a towel while you’re both sitting in the sand facing the water. His big hand is hidden between your thighs, two thick fingers pumping slowly while his thumb circles your clit

mean!reader who swore you would never suck him off but you find yourself in the beach bathroom stall after sunset. the door is locked, you're kneeled down on the towel he laid down for you, and you’re being so mean about it–hollowing your cheeks, looking up at him with that glare while you attempt to take him deep. he’s panting, trying his best not to grip your hair whale panting, telling you he loves you between broken moans

mean!reader who rides him in the back seat of his car after everyone else has left the beach. the windows are fogged, your bikini top shoved down, his swim trunks barely pushed out of the way. you’re barely bouncing, still making him put in the majority of the work, one hand braced on his chest, the other fisted in his hair, but he doesn’t care, just keeps moving you up and down chasing his release

jockbf!yuji  who, after you’re both exhausted and sticky with sweat and ocean salt, pulls you into his chest and kisses your forehead. every time he tries to touch you too gently, you slap his hands away and tell him he’s being too clingy but eventually you relent and let him wrap his big arms around you anyway. he smiles against your hair and whispers, "best beach day ever, love my girl so much.”

A/N I wrote this as an apology for disappearing off the face of the earth

[bebecitanati]

let’s get in the back of your cop car, officer!

frat!yuji x reader. you lose a bet against nobara, now you’re being blindly set up at a halloween party. you? officer. yuji itadori? inmate.

warnings! : mdni, 18+. aged up yuji + characters. smut : p in v, smoking (marijuana), petnames, semi-public sex, squirting. basically 6k words of pure filth. prob ooc. reader is a cutie cosplaying as baddie. she’s also horny as fuck. she is us.

songs i listened to :

playing dangerous - lana del rey

i smoked away my brain — a$ap rocky

redbone - childish gambino

kiss land - the weekend

les - childish gambino

hotel - montell fish

so high - doja cat

TBH - party next door

note : finally, some fucking food. been having a yuji craving recently. trying out the whole lowercase thing on this post, lmk if it’s annoying! asks are open <3

wc : 8.3k

“well, you know what that means! you lost the bet. now you have to come to kappa phi on saturday,” nobara, your best friend and roommate of 6 months boasted. 

you were caught red handed eating a bowl of creamy instant ramen from the 7/11 around the corner. now, this usually wouldn’t be an issue if not for the fact that you and nobara were on a strict “90 days hard” challenge. that meant nothing but disgustingly healthy food for 3 months. 

after such a short time of being in a fashion marketing internship together, you and nobara had grown into the closest and purest female friendship you had ever experienced. a safe space to be a monster and curse death on a bitch who did you dirty? that is your friendship explained. an honest and caring heart poured into every conversation? you had hit the jackpot.

this 90 day challenge however, was making you question that.

“dude, you were serious about that?” you groaned with a mouthful, throwing your head back and swallowing the ramen. 

“yes, and even more now that you folded. that means i can get wasted this weekend!” she cackled before she got slightly serious, her tone light, “so what would you do if i said i already bought you a costume?”

you narrowed your eyes at her, “what is it and why did you pick it for me?”

”let’s just say you’ll be matching a friend of mine at the party and i’m not telling you who so don’t bother asking!” she squealed at the end once she saw you stand from your spot on the shared cream sofa.

”just tell me how you know him and whether you genuinely think setting us up is a good idea, and why,” you told her in a slightly serious tone. you and nobara weren’t strangers to double first dates with random dudes from hinge or sending each other a cute guy at the bar, but this was the first time she’d set you up with a friend. 

“okay, his name is yuji itadori. i’ve mentioned him before, remember? he and our friend megumi go to jujutsu tech but they’re from the same chapter so they’ll be there on saturday. you haven’t met them because they were studying abroad this summer, but they’re back now for fall. this halloween will be their first time back out so you have to be there!”

”okay, okay! what else?”

”you’d seriously love him. and i would never date him, that’s how i know he’s good for you—“

”be serious!” you smacked her.

”ow! you’re both strong as hell! no but seriously, i think you guys would really hit it off. he’s sort of like you; a weirdo disguised as a baddie. or conventionally hot people who are actually cuties. you guys can seem to just be typical twenty somethings but you guys are actual nerds. he’s basically a geek jock.”

”say no more.”

the 31st of october had rolled around quickly, you and nobara currently getting ready in her large bathroom.

“what did you say he plays again? i don’t want to start talking about scoring goals when he’s making 3-pointers,” you grumbled as you curled your hair to perfection, pinning the section in order to set it.

“he’s making home runs,” nobara answered with a smile, straightening a section of her short hair. 

“okay, and where did he—“ 

you were interrupted by the shrill ringtone blaring from nobara’s phone cutting through meg the stallion’s voice. 

“hello?” nobara swiped right on ‘meg 🐺’ nearly shouting to be heard over the music. 

“turn that shit down!” megumi yelled, his voice drowned out.

”excuse you, don’t say that about meg the stallion!” a voice faintly called out in the background.

you quickly moved to turn the music down, mouthing a ‘sorry’ at the phone. 

“what do you want, fushiguro?” nobara spoke at her naturally loud volume.

“what time are you guys pulling up? its going to be packed so i’ll come out and get you guys,” the deep voice spoke through the phone, wavering as if he were moving around.

”how packed? like that one time at your place? or like—“

“todo! where do we put our stuff?” megumi’s voice interrupted.

”you can put your stuff in my room. choso left his room unlocked for you, itadori.”

”okay but you better not have sex on the fucking bed like that one time—“

”fushiguro! don’t call me and then ignore me!” nobara yelled into the speaker. clearly her voice could be heard through megumi’s speaker because a new voice responded. 

”is that kugisaki? you better go out and grab her cause it’s going to be packed as a motherfucker,” the deeper voice spoke in the background.

”hey, choso.” nobara spoke in a flirty tone, smirking at you. so this was the hot older brother she was talking about. you giggled quietly.

“cut that shit out! of course i’m going to grab them. what time do you think you’ll get here?” megumi’s voice spoke, going from irritated to slightly less annoyed.

”well we’re finishing up our hair, then we’ll get dressed and head out. we’re walking there so it’ll be maybe another hour?”

”it’s going to be super loud so i’m going to keep my ringtone on. call me when you’re on frat row.”

”’kay,” nobara answered nonchalantly, her straightener squeaking quietly.

“‘kay, bye—wait! are you still bringing your friend for yuji? he said he wants to know whether looking like a carrot will be worth it,” megumi spoke, voice clearly holding back a laugh. 

“watch out yu, might have to steal her from you if she’s anything like your friend,”

choso’s words could be heard in the background.

you and nobara grabbed each other by the arms, flailing around silently as you freaked out. 

”dude, shut up. yes or no, kugisaki?”

”yes, it’ll be worth it, itadori!” nobara giggled into the speaker, smiling at you as she picked up the straightener to go over her front pieces. 

“‘kay, good. he’s bitchless and ready—“ another voice that was heard close to the phone was interrupted by scuffling and yells, new voices laughing in the room.

”you’re an asshole, okkotsu,” a boyish voice spoke.

”go get dressed jail boy. people are already starting to fill up the backyard,” the same voice spoke.

”call me later, kugisaki.” the call ended, nobara putting down her straightener and turning to you,

”so, how are you feeling?” she asked and continued before you could answer, “i know you’re nervous but everyone’s really nice. we should probably just steer clear of choso and his friends, maybe todo too. maki is going to be there. we’ll go in, chill for a little and then you can look for itadori.”

“okay, i’m feeling good. can you help me put on the costume before i undo the curls? i don’t want them to drop if i sweat to put it on—which speaking of! i can’t believe you didn’t let me try it on! what if it doesn’t fit?” you panicked at the thought of needing to come up with a last minute costume as a backup.

“i literally took your measurements not too long ago, plus we still kind of locked in for a month and a half. thats gotta count for something. it’s going to fit, trust me,” she walked as she spoke, you following behind her as she entered her room and went straight for her closet. 

“it better,” you grumbled.

she pulled out a small bag, spilling the contents onto her bed. there was the costume which she grabbed and held up. it was a typical sexy cop costume, a deeper blue color adorned with buckles and a belt that sat in the middle. the zipper ended low on the top, meaning your boobs needed to act right and cooperate. the rest of the bag’s contents included handcuffs, a fake gun and a hat. 

with nobara’s strength and a prayer, the short romper went up and over your ass, zipped, and your boobs were adjusted to perfection. 

“holy shit, you look hot as fuck!” nobara yelled, whipping out her phone to snap photos of you. 

“my ass is kinda hanging out,” you cringed, seeing the back of the romper. one bend over and its over.

”your ass isn’t hanging out enough, girl. help me get dressed now!”

an hour later, you and nobara were making the short walk to the kappa phi house. students in costumes filled the streets, music could be heard throughout the neighborhoods, and groups of people walked in the same direction as you two. nobara’s phone began to ring once the house came into view, the same caller id as before. 

“hey,” nobara answered.

”hey, you said you’d be here in an hour. its been an hour,” megumi’s voice could barely be heard over the music blasting.

”geez, chill out. we left the house after the hour, we can see the house now,” nobara answered, “start coming out.”

”what’re you dressed as?”

”just look for a fairy,” nobara responded. she was dressed as rosetta from the tinkerbell movies. 

“‘kay, i see you.”

”what did you dress as? i don’t see you,” she held her phone to her mouth, looking around at the crowd of people standing at the front of the house. an a$ap rocky blared through the speakers, the smell of smoke and sweat becoming stronger. 

“um..” you heard from behind you, the same voice as the one that was heard on the phone. kugisaki ended the call and you both turned to see a tall, pale guy with messy hair hidden under a baseball cap. he was wearing a baseball uniform, filling it out nicely. 

“fushiguro, are you dressed as yourself?” nobara laughed, slapping a hand over her mouth. your lips quirked up, trying not to laugh. 

the player turned around to show the backside of his jersey, the letters ‘ITADORI’ written straight across his back with a big number 8 underneath. 

“no way, you’re dressed as yuji! don’t tell me you lost a bet, too?” nobara cackled, turning to you and grabbing your shoulders, “this is the friend i brought for itadori, what do you think?” she introduced you, looking back and forth between you two as you shook hands, telling him your name.

”i’m megumi fushiguro. you’re definitely itadori’s type, i’ll say that,” he said, turning back around to walk towards the house.

you both followed, nobara giving you a thumbs up before speaking up, “can you take us to maki? we’re going to chill for a bit before looking for itadori.”

”yeah, they’re outside smoking.”

he led you guys through the sea of people in the entrance and living room, parting the way to enter the backyard. there was still a lot of people outside, but space to breathe. you met up with the group of people, being introduced to maki’s boyfriend and their friends. todo was among them, but nobara was sure to put you between her and maki, especially once she noticed the look he gave you when you introduced yourself.

you all passed around a blunt, you taking the least hits so that you could be levelheaded yet relaxed. the water you’d been drinking to prevent cottonmouth had caught up to you, your bladder screaming at you. you were able to sneak away from the group, making your way through the crowd in the living room. you wandered around until you bumped into someone’s back, sending you backward a couple steps as you tried to not embarrass yourself.

”hey! are you okay?” you heard a male voice call out over the music, looking up to see what could be described as a hot emo guy. tattoos adorned his pale face, arms, and neck, along with facial piercings. he was jacked and tall.

”i’m okay, thanks. sorry for bumping into you, i’m just trying to find the bathroom which is lowkey impossible,” you raised your voice to answer him, making contact with his hazel eyes, reddened by what was most likely marijuana.

”i can show you the way, c’mon,” he said before turning around, leading the way. you chose to trust the stranger and followed closely yet alert, trying to not be swept away with the crowd. 

once you made it out of the living room and into the hallway, he began leading you upstairs and away from the party. you hesitated to follow him, not fully trusting this stranger who had been kind up until now. when he noticed you hadn’t followed him up the first few steps, he turned back and gave you a reassuring smile as he spoke.

”hey, i promise i’m just taking you to the bathroom. i live here and have thrown enough parties to know that you’ll be standing in line for the downstairs bathroom for at least thirty minutes. so unless you’re okay with that, i’d come upstairs.”

once you heard the last sentence, you were making your way upstairs with the kind stranger. he led you through the right hallway and stopped in front of the first door. 

“here you go. we cleaned the bathroom extra hard in case any pretty girls needed to use it,” he smirked, opening the door for you and stepping aside.

you couldn’t help the blush that crept up your neck and up to your face, pressing your lips together and looking down to hide your face.

”well, thank you. what’s your name?” you asked, still looking down. 

“name’s choso,” he responded, making you raise your gaze slowly, recognizing the name as someone nobara specifically told you to avoid. not because he’s a creep, but because he’s a dangerous flirt. 

“thank you, choso,” you introduced yourself, telling him your name in return. you entered the bathroom, about to close the door when you heard him speak, clearly smirking,

”oh, i know.”

you paused, not knowing how to react. you chose to just close the door once you heard his footsteps retreating. 

“hey yuji, have you seen your policewoman yet? because i have and let me just say; damn,” choso spoke in yuji’s ear, slapping him on the shoulder twice.

”dude, what? no, i haven’t seen her yet, where did you see her?” yuji asked, rubbing his deltoids and looking around for you. the view from the kitchen was really restricted.

”i helped her find the bathroom and let her use the one upstairs. better keep an eye out for when she comes back down,” choso smirked.

yuji felt his stomach drop. he was really about to meet you. finally.

yuji had been waiting for this moment for months. ever since nobara had mentioned you and described his ideal woman. yuji had been stalking your instagram silently, using their frat’s sweetheart maki’s phone to actually scroll through your highlights when he wanted to lurk even further. he hadn’t been able to formally be set up with you due to his hectic schedule as a full-time student and athlete trying to keep both his athletic and academic scholarship. the season had finally concluded after their win at the college world series. 

now was his chance.

when nobara had brought up the idea of having you lose a “bet” that she said she knew you could never win, which included him finally introducing himself to you, he could’ve hugged her. he would’ve, if she didn’t threaten to kill him if he touched her.

yuji made his way out of the kitchen and tried getting closer to the staircase in hopes of having an easier time finding you. he had no clue how tall you were, what if you were short and he misses you? how many girls here are matching their boyfriends and chose an officer and inmate as their couples costume? he was beginning to lose hope.

that was until he felt something—or rather someone crash into his chest. he had been too distracted looking up at the staircase to see if anyone had been walking straight in his direction. ‘redbone’ by childish gambino infiltrated his ears, leaving one of his senses down. his arms immediately shot out to grab the person by the shoulders, hoping they wouldn’t fall over. 

“are you o—“

“i am so sorry! this is the second time i run into someone,” he heard the voice speak, looking down to see the top of a girl’s head, only seeing neatly styled hair. she was looking down, causing yuji to look down and see her shifting up the top of her black knee high boots. when she finished adjusting, she looked up and yuji nearly came in his pants.

his eyes immediately landed on the boobs perfectly situated on your chest, covered barely enough to leave any person’s imagination to run rampant. they stood out against the deep blue fabric of a costume. a cop costume. yuji’s eyes immediately snapped up to meet your own, a crimson burn beginning to make its way onto his ears and cheeks at the embarrassment of being caught staring at said boobs. his heart absolutely dropped to his feet when he realized exactly who he had run into. trying to save himself, he reluctantly let go of your soft arms as one of his hands reached up to rub the back of his neck, a nervous habit. 

“its okay! are you okay, though?” he asked, trying not to show just how anxious he was. you were absolutely unreal in person.

you were equally as anxious the moment your eyes locked on the pink locks on the man’s head, the orange jumpsuit with the arms tied around his waist, and a white tank that emphasized his jacked arms. arms that if you were correct, belonged to a certain bat swinger. 

you tore your eyes away from the bulging bicep that was emphasized by his arm raising up and off your shoulder and onto his neck. “i’m okay! are you okay? i hit your chest pretty hard, i’m so sorry,” you furrowed your brows, genuine concern evident to yuji.

he let out a small laugh at your question, following up with, “i think you took the hit harder than me.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his response, “i think you’re right. if you hadn’t caught me, i think i would’ve actually hit the floor. you seemed like you were in a rush.” 

were you teasing him? yuji felt butterflies in his stomach at the sound of your laugh and the way your lips turned up in a small smirk at the end of your sentence.

”i guess you could say i was sort of on a hunt for a certain someone, not exactly a rush,” he lightly grinned at you, hoping you had recognized who he was by this point. what if nobara had completely set him up as a joke and you were about to think he was a grade 1 creep?

oh god.

”found who you were looking for?” you tilted your head innocently, lips pursed in attempting to hold back a smile. yuji felt the warmth in his stomach begin to spread up to his chest.

”i think i did. it’s nice to meet you,” yuji spoke your name out loud, taking his hand off his neck to reach out for a handshake. your smaller hand clasped his own, an electric feeling spreading from both of your fingertips at the contact. 

”nice to meet you too, yuji,” you finally let your smile show on your face, especially when yuji’s own smile widened when you said his name. you slowly let go of each other’s hands, though your grins never left either of your faces.

”do you want to go somewhere a little more quiet? we won’t be competing in a ‘who can be louder’ competition with childish gambino,” yuji leaned in to speak into your ear, allowing you to take a whiff of his cologne and natural scent; slightly sweet like vanilla and rugged musk. 

you giggled at his words, nodding your head. yuji felt his heart skip at your sweet laugh. he took the opportunity to place his hand out, silently asking you to hold his hand in order to guide you both. he knew he could easily part the crowd for you both, but he wanted to take the chance to feel your soft hand in his again. his prayer was answered when you lifted your hand and placed it into his open palm, his large fingers wrapping around yours, not intertwined. 

as he led you both through the hoards of people, you noticed he had a natural presence that invoked people to move out of his way. it was the aura combined with the way he stood at a tall height, broad shoulders covering the view of the people in front of you, undoubtedly confirming his large size. in the short duration of your talk, you could see the soft features of his face when he actually spoke, the kindness in his eyes and smile. the way those muscled arms moved loosely, almost in a careless way like he didn’t realize how much space he took up.

you were absolutely wet.

trying to ignore the feeling, you reached a door to the side of the kitchen, walking through the doorway and out to what appeared to be the side of the house, obvious by the warm breeze hitting you, plus the fence separating the house and their neighbors. this was the side that didn’t have a fence gate open to the public, only a couple people that had wandered this far standing around. you could only faintly hear the music now. 

“we can sit here if you want,” yuji spoke, pointing over to a small bench. he slowly began to loosen his other hand’s grip on your own, not wanting you to think he was being weird. however, once he felt your fingers tighten onto his own and you walked in front of him to pull him over to the bench, he was reassured that you did not think he was a weirdo. 

he was also sure of two things. one; ass will always be over boobs, and two; he was so hard, any brush of his cock against the orange jumpsuit’s pants was almost enough to send him running to the bathroom to relieve himself. 

your ass jiggled as you walked, the peek of your asscheeks doing little to keep yuji from busting at that instant. he was interrupted of his horny thoughts when you turned to sit, letting go of his hand to allow him to sit next to you. he sat close enough that he could see your face clearly, but far enough that you could both angle your bodies towards each other, knees brushing slightly as you chose to cross your legs and lean your left arm on the back of the bench. yuji tried his hardest to ignore how the pose pushed your tits together, subtly pulling his pants down a little to ensure the fabric around his erection was loose. 

yuji suddenly remembered the joints he had choso roll for him, pulling the a small tin out of one of the many pockets on his orange cargos. he knew if he were high, he might be able to be bolder and communicate smoother. he popped the lid and asked, “wanna smoke?”

a minute later, yuji was passing you the joint, a pretty cherry print. you immediately recognized it as your favorite cherry rolling paper. 

“oh my gosh, i love this paper! how did you get these rolls?” you asked, bringing the joint up to your lips, sucking in the bitter tasting hot air. you failed to notice how yuji’s eyes focused on your lips wrapped around the roll, and how he wished they were wrapped around something else. 

“i had my older brother choso roll them. nobara mentioned the paper was your favorite, so i asked him to use it,” yuji said, smiling sheepishly.

”really? what else did nobara say about me?” you grinned at him after blowing out the smoke, finding his almost shy nature endearing. you passed him the joint.

you both took turns taking hits of the cherry flavored joint, talking about anything and everything. conversation ranged from school and friends, his study abroad, his team’s win at their world series, your favorite animes and mangas at the moment, and your top 5 on letterbox. 

both your eyes got heavier and glossy, your eyelash extensions only enhancing the droopiness. yuji was now mimicking your pose, his right arm leaning against the back of the bench as well. his eyes remained focused on your lips as you spoke about the worst letterbox rating you’d ever seen. 

“you can’t trust anyone who’d rate blades of glory a 2–hey, are you okay?” you asked yuji when you noticed his shiny eyes focused on your mouth. you suddenly felt the warmth that had been brewing in your lower stomach travel south, feeling yourself grow wetter. 

“have you ever shotgunned before?” yuji found himself asking boldly, his fingers plucking the joint from your own. you shook your head no. “do you know what shotgunning is?” he followed up. you nodded yes. you had gone nonverbal at the thought of your lips being so close. 

he brought the roll up to his lips, sucking in for a few long seconds before his large hand reached up to grip your chin and jaw, the sudden movement catching you off guard. your lips opened up instinctively, yuji bringing your face only inches away from his own. he blew the smoke out, the white cloud making its way into your lips as you inhaled. your eyes didn’t leave each other once as you then blew the smoke back into his awaiting lips. you didn’t miss how his face moved closer to yours, close enough that you could feel his breath on your lips. you barely whispered his name before yuji was pressing his lips onto yours. 

you didn’t waste a moment to reciprocate, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck, allowing yourself to be pulled into his embrace. yuji’s arms came around your waist, pressing you up against his chest as your lips moved against each others. yuji’s lips were soft and plump, urging you to suck on his bottom lip. he let out a low groan, his hands now wandering from your waist to trail up and down your back, teasing just above your ass. his fingertips left warm sparks in their travel, causing you to let out a small whimper against yuji’s lips. he pulled back for a moment at the sound, your eyes fluttering open to look into his blown out pupils. you immediately grabbed his hand with two of your own, bringing the large palm and fingers to rest on your right boob. 

yuji felt his eyes widen at the feeling of your breast in his hand, the desperate look on your face causing him to let out a moan before diving back into your lips, closing his fingers around your flesh and squeezing your tit. you moaned against his lips as the feeling, yuji’s tongue coming out to invade your mouth. his other hand finally trailed down, grabbing a handful of ass. the task was easy considering the fact that you were practically in his lap without actually straddling him. noticing this, yuji used his strength to pull you up and onto his lap, hands immediately coming down to knead your ass, pulling out cute whines from you. yuji wishes he could’ve recorded the noises to keep forever. he felt your smaller hands travel down his chest and arms, feeling the muscles in both places. his chest felt incredibly hot, wanting nothing more than to be pressing his bare chest against your own. 

he pulled his lips from yours to begin trailing kisses on your cheek, then down under your ear, pressing his nose into the skin to inhale your scent; your vanilla and floral perfume was driving yuji crazy. you gasped at the feeling of him quite literally breathing you in, his lips beginning to train down your neck and throat. your hips involuntarily jerked down in attempt to relieve some of the throbbing of your clit. your center landed on his erection, the feeling of it on your clit causing both of you to moan out loud. your hands gripped his biceps for dear life as his hands on your ass began to slowly grind you on him. 

you suddenly became hyper aware of the fact that you were both still outside, and although the people in the backyard couldn’t give less of a shit about a random couple dry humping, you weren’t sure how into exhibitionism yuji was. 

“y-yuji,” you whimpered, the sliding of your soaked thong against your nub as yuji ground you onto his cock feeling heavenly. “can we—“ you stopped yourself, unsure how to ask him if you both could find any empty room and fuck.

”can we what, pretty girl?” yuji’s hooded eyes looked up at you, a smirk forming on his face. he knew damn well.

”can we…go somewhere?” you pleaded, rubbing your hands up and down his biceps. his hands were still dragging you back and forth on his lap, barely allowing you to form a coherent sentence. you didn’t miss the nickname that made you clench around nothing.

”hmm, somewhere? somewhere like where?” he slid his hand in between your legs and above his print, allowing your clothed pussy to grind against his hand, his fingers perfectly positioned to press against your clit.

”yuji! please baby, stop teasing me. take me somewhere and fuck me, please,” you begged, your hips never once faltering against his hand. you had clearly lost your composure and decency, the need to be railed by this dream man taking over. 

yuji shivered at the nickname. the combination sight of your furrowed eyebrows and parted lips plus your hips grinding against his hand desperately was enough for yuji to detach his hand, shushing you sweetly with sweet kisses to the corner of your lips when you whimpered at the loss. his hands gripped your waist, and you were impressed when he lifted you from his lap and onto your wobbly legs. he stood and turned away from you to adjust his pants, hissing at how strained his cock was against his boxers. you giggled through your horny haze at the sound, proud of your effect on him.

yuji turned back around and smiled at the sweet noise, loving how you could flip the switch from being a horny, whiny mess to such an adorable little thing. he grabbed your hand and threaded his fingers through your own, pulling you to follow him with a, "c'mon, pretty girl.”

you blindly followed yuji back through the house, though this time he dragged you toward the front door and outside. he kept pulling you behind him until it was not as crowded, allowing you to fall into step beside him, your hands still intertwined. you walked in comfortable silence, your cheeks warm from the recent events as you peeked at yuji’s side profile. you didn’t expect him to already be watching you.

”what? is my makeup smudged or something?” you asked, self consciously patting around your lips to see if you felt gloss smeared to your chin. 

yuji huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head, “no, it’s perfect. a-and so are you. i can’t really believe that this is happening,” he confessed, his other hand rubbing at his neck again, you picking up on the habit. “i should probably be honest. i knew about you months ago and asked kugisaki to set this up.”

you looked at him in shock, lips parting but a small smile lingering, “yuji—“

”i promise i’d never usually interrupt you, pretty girl, but you gotta hear me out. when you and nobara first became friends and she’d rant to us about you, all i could think was ‘i need to meet this girl.’ i spent months listening to her talk about you, seeing photos of you that she’d show me. all it did was make me want you even more. i was too busy before to mentally handle a relationship, but i’m here now. if you’re willing to, i’d like to take you out tomorrow morning on an actual date. will you let me, angel?” 

your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. the feeling of somebody actively yearning for you without you even knowing, and then feeling that finally meeting you was something they couldn’t even believe, felt like something out of a movie. you could see yuji getting fidgety at the fact that you hadn’t responded in 15 seconds. 

“y-you don’t have to say y—“ he began.

”yes, yuji. i’d be more than happy to go out with you tomorrow morning,” you grinned, feeling giddy enough to swing your arms around his neck, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hoisting you up, both your laughs echoing through the mostly empty streets. 

yuji took the initiative to just continue walking, letting your legs dangle down and your boots brush his legs. your peals of laughter rang into his ear when he’d turn his head and press a kiss to your cheek. your high states caused you both to not really overthink the fact that you were both acting like a couple, on your first meeting. 

yuji eventually stopped in front of a mustang gt, the clearly maintained state impressing you, along with the entire look of the car.

”woah, that’s a mustang gt! i don’t know too much, but is that a 350r? if it is, how the hell do you have one of those?” you spoke quickly, yuji letting you slide down and out of his arms to inspect the car, the cerulean color uniquely yuji.

the pink haired boy looked at you impressively before responding, “you won’t even believe it. fushiguro and i’s coach got it for me. we’re definitely his favorites.”

”hey, so suddenly i can hit a home run. sure you don’t need another teammate?” you asked jokingly, running your hand over the hood. “this can be like my cop car. this officer isn’t hiding in a ford explorer.”

yuji was suddenly aware of his raging boner, the muscle clearly brought back to life by the fact that you were even better than he ever could’ve imagined, that much evident by your knowledge of his car. you were turned away from him, almost bent over the hood, allowing yuji a clear view of your plump ass. you turned your head back at the both perfect and worst moment, catching his gaze lasered at your ass. it made a flirty smile form on your face, your hand reaching back and out towards him.

”come here, baby,” you spoke sweetly and softly, yuji’s lips parting as he immediately walked close to you and grabbed your smaller hand. he didn’t press himself to your ass right away, looking at your eyes beforehand to see you nod, then fully pressing his erection against your behind. you could feel his cock’s outline faintly on your center, lightly moaning at the feeling. you were still looking up at yuji from your place below, watching as his lips opened in an ‘o’ when he used your joined hands and his other hand to grip your hips roughly, his cock finally feeling relief again as he ground against you. 

you were hypnotized by how he was clearly completely focused on you, his eyes never once leaving the way you were pushing back against him, your ass moving as he began lightly thrusting against you. you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper of his name, his eyes snapping up to meet yours before he said,

”let’s get in the back of your cop car, officer.”

you didn’t hesitate for a moment, turning around and reaching up to grip his broad shoulders, pulling him down to meet your awaiting mouth. yuji instantly reciprocated, one of his hands wrapping around your middle, yanking you firmly against his front, meanwhile his other hand slid through your hair to clutch the back of your head. the kiss was heated from the start, heads slanted opposite ways as you quickly moved your lips against his, the only noise heard being the smacking and soft gasps that were let out during the millisecond you’d separate briefly. 

yuji was completely distracted, forgetting that he was supposed to unlock the car. when his mind cleared a smidge and he realized, he pulled his head back, the hand tangled in your hair slipping out to reach into his back pocket quickly. your lips followed, letting out a small whine at the disconnect. yuji felt a little pang in his chest at the noise, not resisting the urge to lean in and peck your lips sweetly, pressing the button on his key fob as he did so. a soft click of the lock alerted you both, yuji pulling back and pulling open the door, folding the coupe’s seat down, stepping aside to let you climb into the back. when your ass was bent over, yuji couldn’t resist the urge to give it a quick smack, his cock speaking for him.

you yelped, practically throwing yourself the rest of the way into the car, yuji laughing as he tried to make himself small and climb in after you. he managed to get in, sitting and leaning back against the seat after shutting the door and basking you both in darkness. the tension was suddenly thick enough to cut through, the anticipation of what was about to happen was at its crescendo. 

“are you still sure you want to do this, angel? you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to—“

you interrupted him by climbing into his lap, thanking the creator of the car for making the seats low enough that you were comfortable on top. yuji’s hands immediately shot out to grip your hips, helping you stabilize yourself. when you were finally situated, you spoke,

”i want you to fuck me so bad, yuji.”

not needing to hear anything else, yuji pulled you in to meet his lips by the back of your head, your hands shooting out to run through his pink locks. the hair was soft to the touch, irresistible to pull especially once yuji began rocking you back and forth on his hardened cock. you couldn’t keep your lips locked once you felt the perfect drag against your bud, your head tilting back to let out a small moan. yuji’s lips trailed down to your neck, going down your throat and landing on the swell of your breasts. 

he paused before speaking, “you don’t know how much i've dreamed about these perfect tits, pretty girl.”

he carefully nipped small bites onto your boobs, immediately soothing them with his tongue. when he finally reached the fabric that was covering your nipples, yuji wrapped his lips around the front of the costume, right where your nipple was poking through from how aroused you were, and began sucking firmly. you let out a loader moan both at the feeling and his words, rocking your hips down harder. 

“harder, yuji! what else did you dream about, baby?”

he involuntarily moaned against the wet fabric, turned on at the thought of you wanting to hear about his fantasies. 

“i thought about how soft you’d be, so fucking precious,” he spoke as his hands tugged at the fabric covering your boobs, releasing your bare breasts from their confinement. yuji continued, “dreamt about sucking hickies on these titties, making sure you’d see them the next morning.”

he suddenly pulled your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and biting down for a second. you leaned back slightly, crushing his face into your boobs. yuji leaned forward, bringing his hand up to grip your other breast, squeezing it roughly. your pants and whines filled the car, the air becoming warmer with each passing moment. you felt like you could finish at any moment.

his lips gave the same treatment to your other breast before beginning to suck small hickes onto the swell of your boobs, sucking bigger ones onto your underboob. as if he could tell you were close and needed an extra push, his hands reached down between your thighs. you felt his hands grab your hips, his thumbs slipping under the fabric covering your center. the digits went under your underwear, reaching your lips and spreading them open, allowing your pussy to clearly rub against him, your clit dragging freely. he was moving you fast on him.

”yu-yuji! don’t stop, i’m gonna—“ you whined out, stopping when yuji’s teeth pulled your nipple roughly, triggering your climax.

you let out a long, loud moan, yuji taking that as a sign to buck his hips up, his own release catching him off guard. he had been so focused on bringing you to your peak that he hadn’t realized just how close he had gotten. he groaned loudly as possible with your nipple in his mouth, his eyebrows furrowing meanwhile his hands were dragging you against him at the speed of light, dragging out your orgasms. your dulcet sounds were music to yuji’s ears, relishing in the whimpers you let out when the overstimulation kicked in. he kept his hands on your inner thighs as he stopped the movement, looking up to see you peering down at him, panting to catch your breath, your eyelashes fluttering.

when your eyes met, you gave him a small, exhausted smile. yuji was sure his face was red as a beet, considering that he just came in his pants like a teenager. 

“i’m so sorry, you just felt too good and—“

”what else did you dream about, baby?” you panted softly, the hormone monster in you rearing again when you felt the wet patch under you as you finished. making your ideal man cum in his pants without touching you was like a wet dream for you.

yuji stared at you dumbfounded. he was shocked that you looked turned on at his embarrassing moment. not one to question it, he immediately revealed, “i thought about you riding me. i wanna hear it clap while i suck your titties again.”

you quickly tugged yuji’s tank top up, taking the opportunity to unzip the front of your costume and slip it off your shoulders while the shirt went over his eyes. when he opened then and saw your top bare, he swiftly pulled his orange trousers down, waiting to help you slip off the bottom of your costume and leaving you in a pretty, black lace thong. 

“fuck,” yuji breathed out, his palm coming down to rub your clit through your panties. you nearly fell forward at the feeling, knees almost giving out. you reached down to tug at his boxers, yuji easily letting you slide them down his thighs. his cock bounced out and softly hit his stomach, the girth and length making you clench around nothing. he was slightly curved, his pink tip leaking more pre-cum, dripping down into the mess he had already made which was adorning his veiny length. 

“please, yuji. fuck me like you did in your fantasy,” you breathed out, grabbing the hand that was dragging against your pussy to guide his fingers into your soaked thong, pulling it to the side together. 

“perfect; you’re a dream, angel,” yuji’s voice shook a little as he spoke, guiding you to slowly sink down his tip. you both gasped in sync at the intrusion. the stretch burned slightly, but the feeling of being full was overpowering, causing you to sink down further. both of you were panting now, yuji’s hands rubbing up and down your sides to encourage you, your hands gripping his defined deltoids. you eventually sunk all the way down, both of you letting out a loud moan at the feeling. his curved dick was rubbing all the perfect spots, the desperation to feel him drag in and out of you taking over as you raised yourself up on your knees and sank back down slowly. 

yuji’s head was thrown back against the seat, his eyes clenched shut as he tried not to finish too quickly again. he kept his hands on your sides, letting you set the first pace. you slowly dragged yourself up and down until you set a fast rhythm, your hips slamming down on his cock, the loud smacking noise echoing in the car, along with your whines and his heavy breathing. 

“oh fuck, you’re so big, yuji! hitting so deep,” you tangled your hands in his hair again, using it as leverage. yuji took the initiative to drag his hands over your asscheeks, spreading them slightly as he gripped them and began moving you down onto his length in combination with you. the change made you throw your head back, letting out a longer moan.

”you like it rough, don’t you, angel?” he smirked, gripping your ass harder and bouncing you faster on his lap. he was jerking his hips up into you with each drag down his dick, your wetness dripping down his shaft all the way to his balls, most likely soaking the seat as well. you were absolutely gripping him to death, his cock feeling like it was made for your wet canal. nobody had ever made yuji feel this way before, not even close. you really did resemble an angel, your glistening tits bouncing in his face, your soft skin under his fingertips, your hair cascading down your back as you moaned his favorite song. his mind was running rampant with the various positions he wanted to take you in. 

“yes, harder yuji!” you pleaded, feeling his veins drag against your walls. the stimulation was driving you insane, knowing your next orgasm was approaching. 

before he took action, he gripped your thong and tore it off of you, the ripping of the fabric causing you to gasp his name. his display of raw strength caused you to pulse around him.

you had no time to think before yuji leaned forward and leaned you back, his hands planted firmly on your hips to keep you on his lap. his dick was big enough that you were able to arch your back and let out a small scream at the change in angle, signaling to yuji that you were absolutely loving this new angle. your hands in his hair tugged him towards you, burying his face in your chest. yuji immediately shook his head side to side, letting your boobs smother him before he took a sensitive nipple into his mouth, sucking perfectly hard. 

you didn’t think there was anything yuji could do that would make you feel better than you did in that moment. that was until he leaned a bit more forward, using his large hand and thumb positioning to again spread your pussy open, your sticky clit now dragging against the light pink happy train adorning his lower stomach. you almost felt guilty from how euphoric you felt. small spurts of liquid left your body, the squelching noise obscene along with your moans tuning in and out, ranging from high pitched to silent, overwhelmed by the pleasure. 

“fuck—you’re squirting, baby. i can feel you gripping me so tight, i know you want to cum. take whatever you need, pretty girl,” yuji groaned out, feeling his release rapidly approaching. once he saw you lightly squirt and wet his lower abs and balls, he knew he didn’t have much time left. 

you maneuvered your legs up from their kneeling position, instead pressing your bent legs to the sides of his abdomen. your shins were now pressing into the backseat yuji was leaning on. you could feel yuji hitting you straight on, his pretty tip hitting against your g-spot. combined with the continuous drag of yuji’s lower abdomen dragging against your puffy clit, and the way you yanked his lips onto yours to messily make out, mostly just moaning against each other’s mouths, you were pushed over the edge.

”yuji, don’t stop!” you screamed against his lips after speaking, your back bowing and arching into yuji’s bare chest, his arms coming up to wrap high around your back, pistoning his cock into your squirting pussy, the wetness soaking his seats. he didn’t give a shit. his only mission was to make sure you had the best orgasm of your life. fucking you through your high, he kissed your open mouth all over, trailing kisses all over your face. 

he held himself back a couple of seconds to reach his hand down and press against you clit firmly, his mouth coming down hard onto your own. when you felt his thumb on your clit, you let out another high pitched moan of his name, unknowingly finishing for a third time. this time, as you absolutely soaked yuji’s interior, he shot his milky cum into you, filling you up into your deepest crevices. the warmth filling your stomach and your intense grip enhanced your orgasms, both of you just holding each other’s mouths together, letting any and all noises escape. yuji felt like he was floating, his legs slightly losing feeling at the pleasure. he came for a long time, the drip of your mixture leaking out of your fluttering pussy making his half-hard cock twitch again. 

yuji’s arms along with your hips came to a complete stop, the both of you clutching each other closely, trying to savor the moment. when you finally came to your senses, you saw yuji staring at you intensely already.

”wanna see what else i dreamt of doing to you?”

[plumkissed]

thinking ab jock!yuji and fem!nerdy reader in a college au ᝰ.ᐟ fluff, suggestive themes, yuji's a bit of a meathead

jock!yuji who somehow, someway, always manages to be late to every lecture. he’s #2 in the state for the track and field 400 meter sprint, quite literally the fastest your college has ever seen, and yet, he still can’t manage to be on time. ironic isn’t it?

you glance at the clock. 8:30 am. it was like he had this down to a science. class started fifteen minutes ago, so any moment now—

jock!yuji who realizes he swung the door open with much more force than needed when a few people basically jump out of their skin at his entrance, and he looks back at it for a second as if he wasn’t aware of his own strength. cheeks pink and splotchy, his breaths come out in short little puffs as if he’d just got done running here.

spoiler alert: he had.

“sorry, I— I didn’t—“

“It’s fine,” stopping mid speech, your professor blinks his irritation away. “just find a seat, mr. itadori.”

“yes sir. sorry, sir.” he obliges, and then his eyes scan across the large lecture hall.

you’re now aware of the open seat next to you and you slouch down a little as if you could fuse into your own.

he climbs the stairs, one hand clasped onto the strap of his book bag that’s slung over a broad shoulder, feet skipping one step each time with ease until his sneakers stop in front of you.

“could-“ voice a little hoarse, he clears his throat. “could I sit here?”

you nod.

“bet, thanks.”

his book bag plops down first, then his body, rather unceremoniously at that, into the neighboring chair he’d pulled out for himself.

brief murmurs are spoken in the short intermission but die down once your professor clicks onto the next slide, everyone’s focus centering back onto the screen in front of them.

except yours.

your mechanical pencil strums restlessly between your thumb and pointer finger because you can feel his eyes glancing at your temple every few seconds and you’re just waiting for him to say something already.

and then he leans in, close enough to whisper, which he happens to be absolutely terrible at you might add.

“you have a pencil i could borrow?” he whisper yells.

“seriously?” you whisper back.

he looks to the side, then back at you. “uh… a pen is cool too, i guess, if that’s all you—“

“what do you even have in your backpack?” you hiss through clenched teeth.

“uhh,” he genuinely searches his bag as if your question wasn’t rhetorical. “a clif bar,” another side pocket is unzipped, and he grimaces apologetically when his eyes return to yours with a less than favorable answer. “and a highlighter... but it’s yellow.”

you roll your eyes and reach to grab your pencil case.

jock!yuji who effortlessly catches up to you in the courtyard after lecture with just a few long strides, scaring the shit out of you when he nudges your shoulder with his elbow, maybe a little too hard given how you stumble slightly.

“jesus fucking-“

“you’re a fast walker!” he notes, sounding impressed. and then, his hand outstretched in front of you to reveal the hello kitty themed writing utensil you’d given him just thirty minutes ago. “forgot to give your pencil back.”

you wave him off, “keep it.”

his brows rise, “you sure?”

a curt laugh huffs through your nostrils. “trust me, you need it more than i do. or are you gonna rough it with your yellow highlighter for the rest of the day?” you tease.

it’s boyish, crooked, and just a little bit cute the way he smiles down at you. a little bit.

“very funny.”

jock!yuji who finds you in one of the library’s quiet study rooms later that week with your head down, brows clenched, and focus unwavering as you meticulously drag a stripe of translucent blue over the capitalized header of your notes.

it takes you a few seconds to notice his big brown eyes gazing at you intensely. and when you do, all you can manage to get out is an, “um—?“

“i need you to tutor me.” he blurts, “please.”

your brow quirks suspiciously, “who told you i’m a tutor?”

his thumb juts behind him when he says, “the giant ‘tutor’ sign outside the door i just came through?”

you forgot about that. “right.”

but you swore you didn’t see his name on the list when you checked this morning, and you confirm that thought when you grab your phone and pull up your agenda for the day.

“what day did you sign up for?” you scroll through, seeing nothing but a blank page.

“huh?” his head tilts like a puppy in response to a dog whistle. “sign up?”

“yes. you have to sign up for a time slot.” he scratches his head like he doesn’t get it, so you continue with a deadpan expression. “the qr code? you know, on the giant sign you just—“

his bottom lip juts out. did he just fucking pout? oh my god he’s pouting at you.

“just sit down.”

jock!yuji who eventually uses your qr code to sign up for a tutoring slot with you every tuesday for the rest of the month so he doesn’t accidentally interrupt another of your solo study sessions, and it’s the one thing he’s actually on time for because he really needs to pass this exam.

sharpened down to its last leg now, the same hello kitty pencil is used to scribble his answer down on the loose leaf that you also provided him. it looks comically tiny between his fingers, his penmanship a little strained due to its inconvenient size. he flips the sheet to face you, pencil slamming down determinedly and eyes looking to you with anticipation.

craning your neck slightly, you click your tongue after a heavy moment of silence. “wrong.”

he scoffs. “what the fu— how?”

“you missed the second step,” his eyes squint at where your finger is on his sheet of paper. “yuji, if you miss the second step the entire equation is wrong, no matter what.”

groaning, he lets his head drops down onto his arms like bummed child. he was never good at math, let alone statistics.

you chew on your words for a beat, but curiosity gets the best of you so you ask anyway, arms crossing over your chest.

“why are you always late?” after a brief pause, you tack on, “—to lecture, i mean.”

a sheepish, quiet chuckle leaves him when he sits up and rubs the back of his head. it lacks the humor it should have, like he’s ashamed to talk about it.

“track. i have team lifts every morning,” he fiddles with your his pencil. “and i would’ve chosen another day to take the class but there was only one option, so,” his hands gesture to the air to complete his sentence.

“so track is more important than passing this class?” it comes out sounding harsher than you intended.

“uh, nah, it’s kinda complicated.” his jaw tenses, and it’s like you can see into him for just a moment. “i have a scholarship through track. it was just me and my grandpa for a while before he passed, so… that’s how i pay for school.”

guilt instantly drenches you, lips opening and closing like a fish out of water before you finish his explanation for him. “and in order to stay on the team, and keep your scholarship… you need to pass this class.”

his hands are flat and pressed together for emphasis. “really need to pass this class.”

he sees your eyes soften and waves you off immediately, he doesn’t want you feeling bad for him, it’s not your fault.

“i-i shouldn’t have assumed, i’m sorry.”

“don’t sweat it.”

jock!yuji who’s starting to impress you by his fourth tutoring session. he even has his own pencil and notebook now!

but now that his understanding is starting to pick up, he can’t stop his mind from wandering away from what you’re explaining to him on your laptop’s screen. he thinks about how put together you seem, how smart you clearly are. how you intentionally save a seat for him next to you in the lecture hall using your backpack now, with zero judgment and only understanding because you know he’s on his way. how your brows push together and make that cute little line between them when you’re double checking his work.

you glance up to ask if he comprehended what you just said to him, just to see his eyes on you instead of the very detailed tutorial you’d put together and recorded for him last night.

the tips of his ears run red and he’s brought back to reality, and your chest tightens with the intrusive feelings you’ve been trying to ignore when he blabs,

“what?”

your brows have that cute little line he was just thinking about between them right now.

“did you hear anything i just said?”

“yes.” he answers confidently. blindly.

“repeat it.” you demand.

his lips make way for words that never come, then they close.

your head dips to the side a little when you sigh, “yuji.”

jock!yuji who’s stomach flips when you say his name like that and he doesn’t know why. maybe it’s how you’re looking up at him through your lashes expectantly, like you want him to listen because you know he’s capable of getting this. like you believe in him.

swallowing hard, he sits up straighter, “sorry,” then runs his sweaty palms run over his jeans, thighs tensed. why are his hands so sweaty?

“i’m listening.”

jock!yuji who parades into the library like he just won the lottery, slinking into your study room cooly without pushing the cracked door open any further. all five fingers slap a stapled packet down over the notes you were reading. he has the most shit eating grin on his face.

“yuji—“

“read that,” he points to the top right corner, taps on it. “tell me what that says.”

so you do, eyes flying back up to see him so loaded with excitement that you find out he has a dimple.

“you passed!”

“b-minus,” his hands shoot up like he just won the super bowl, voice booming, “i fuckin passed, baby!”

a few very agitated students glare at him so you shush him and grab his wrist, yanking him to sit down with you. you try your best to stifle your laugh and ignore the sensation that blooms deep in your gut at what he called you, even if he didn’t mean it like that.

jock!yuji who is utterly shocked when he offers to treat you to lunch and you actually say yes (he was going to resort to begging if you said no). granted, he did phrase it as being a form of compensation for helping him pass the exam, since you volunteer as a tutor in the library for free and all.

he knows he was a pain in the ass to teach so he insisted, also because he couldn’t find the balls to ask you out without a reason beneath it as a safety net. what he didn’t know, is that you would’ve said yes regardless of his declaration of ‘owing you one’.

all his nerves wash away and replace with a small bout of confidence when you simply ask. “when?”

though they’re quick in their return, hitting him like a freight train the very next day as you stand at your front door where he’s picking you up from, beautiful as ever with a smile he selfishly wants to keep for some reason. but he won’t get ahead of himself, it’s only lunch, nothing more.

jock!yuji who is so much more than what you expected that you curse your past self for judging him before you really got to know him. he’s ridiculously funny, incredibly kind and insanely attractive. and while you’ve always known that last part, actually getting to know him made it all the more apparent.

he laughs at every joke you make, a real belly laugh, the kind that’s not the slightest bit polite and makes you laugh too just by hearing it. and he listens to you with his entire body as you talk about something he truly has no reason to care about, chin in hand, eyes peeled and face emotive.

but you won’t get ahead of yourself, and you’ll repeat it in your head until it’s what you believe. that as he places his card down on the bill and scribbles what’s supposed to be his name in cursive under the tip portion, that this is only lunch and nothing more. a kind gesture.

until the two of you are back in his dorm room and jock!yuji, who is beet faced and kiss drunk genuinely thinks he might pass out from how fast his heart is drumming against his ribcage when you break away from him to breathe, a string of shared saliva connecting you both. breathing is overrated, he thinks, flushed lips chasing after yours like they’re two halves of a whole that shouldn’t be separated, his body pressing into you with a hunger that makes your stomach churn. and you duck your head down to his tensed jaw instead, mind feeling hazy because his cologne smells so good it’s making you dizzy.

large hands squeeze your denim clad hips as you’re perched in his lap and if you shift them forward one more time he might lose his composure, but he still can’t stop himself from helping you rock down into him and he doesn’t think he wants to. the sensation of your heated gasp tickles against his skin, makes his adams apple bob dangerously in his throat and he’s really trying to be gentleman but you aren’t making this easy for him.

your lips are so much softer, so much better than he imagined and his tongue darts out to lick at his own, tasting the faint hint of strawberry you’ve left on them. you don’t know how many nights he’s spent wondering what your chapstick would taste like.

he relishes in the feeling of you nibbling at his skin, maybe a little too much, he realizes, when a strangled mewl claws its way from his throat and makes you pull away to look at him with adorable concern.

“should i get off?”

jock!yuji who’d do anything to keep you right here— who’s so quick to shake his head that you can’t help the giggle that escapes you and he can’t help but feel a little embarrassed for being so eager.

“please don’t.”

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