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Author: Biscuit (@half-baked-biscuit on Tumblr)
Disclaimer: Paid commission. DO NOT COPY OR REPOST! on any website. 18+, VERY EXPLICIT SMUT
Warnings: clubbing; teasing; mutual pinning; sexual tension; alcohol; flirting; one-night stand at a hotel; kissing; dry humping; dirty talking; stripping; nipple play; oral sex (male receiving); vaginal fingering; consensual sex; use of condom; rough sex; cowgirl; missionary; mating press; doggy style; aftercare; fluff; cuddling; Baji, Draken and Mikey are briefly mentioned; Christmas setting; winter.
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Pair: adult!Mitsuya Takashi x adult!Fem!OC (Kaara)
Word count: 3603
Commercial music was blasting inside the club when the group entered. Mikey was unfazed as usual, but Draken couldn’t stop the frown clouding his face. The place at least looked the way Baji had described it, but the music was far from the boy’s taste.
“I promise it’ll get better later on, it’s still early,” Baji defended the situation, leading his friends to the reserved table.
A rather big couch, guarded by two comfy armchairs on each side and a glass coffee table in between was the place where they were going to spend that night. A true fan of manspreading, Mikey claimed the couch and, of course, his heart joined him, covering the backrest with the length of his arms. Face to face on the chairs were Baji and Mitsuya, checking out the menu for a starter drink. Chifuyu, Kazutora and a few others were soon to join them as well, since they accepted Baji’s invitation to spend his birthday partying in a club.
A line of shots later, which coincided with the pleasant change of the repertoire, the boys stood up to dance. The floor was crowded but not overflowing so they fit in well enough. Everyone expected Baji to be the first to hook up with somebody while dancing, but after they noticed one girl dancing the most next to Mitsuya, bets were placed.
In need of refreshments after a pretty energy-consuming suite of songs, the boys returned to their table. Moments later, leaning back in his chair, Mitsuya noticed the girl from the dance floor at a table close by. A few smiles were exchanged, but nothing more. Well, not until the girl came by their spot, anyway.
“May I bother?” She asked, sliding her manicured hand on Mitsuya’s chair.
“Sure thing, doll. What can we do for you?” Baji replied before Mitsuya could turn around to see who came by.
“Was wondering whether I could steal your friend here for a moment,” the girl explained, batting her eyelashes at her newest crush.
The smile on Mitsuya’s face was matched with a harmless scoff as he stood up. The girl slipped her hand in Mitsuya’s and pulled him towards the dance floor, just in time for the next song. Baji leaned towards Mikey and whispered through smirk-coated lips:
“How long until they disappear into the bathroom? I say 2 songs.”
“That’s not like Mitsuya,” Draken said, knowing his dragon twin all too well.
“I say 3 songs. There’s a pattern: they put two allegro songs and then a slower one, meant to make people touch.”
“Bet,” Baji clicked his teeth and shook hands with Mikey.
Sano Manjiro stayed the leader of Toman for years in a row for a myriad of reasons, one of them being his high IQ. The pattern he quickly identified turned out to be real. Mitsuya and the girl danced their souls out on the first two songs of the series. They could be seen singing along, laughing ear to ear, touching hands occasionally, all in all having a great time.
“What’s your name?” Mitsuya asked the girl when their faces got closer.
“Kaara,” the girl shouted, now that she was away. “Yours?”
“Takashi,” the boy seized the moment she got near him and answered in her ear. “You’re not from here, right?”
“No, not really. Is that a problem?” She asked, scrunching her nose in concern.
“Not at all, no, I was just curious.”
As foretold, the beat slowed down and lured the dancers to near each other, seeking an embrace to match the feeling given by the melody. Kaara’s back met Mitsuya’s chest and the boy didn’t hesitate to put his arms on the top of her shoulders. Swaying their bodies in sync, tension arised. With not much difference in height, the girl’s bum was just at the level to tempt the boy, but, like Draken said, Mitsuya wasn’t like that. Despite being an usual song, it felt like it was never ending. Their bodies touched more and more, the chemistry enhanced and they got drawn to each other more than intended. Kaara reached a hand above and behind to get ahold of Mitsuya’s neck and head, meanwhile he, to respond to the gesture, touched his cheek to her neck.
“Mikey, I think I have to pull out some cash,” Baji declared himself defeated after taking a last sip from his square glass.
Both blondes on the couch scoffed and laughed a little, Mikey because he liked to be right and Draken because he was surprised by what he was witnessing. However, as the song continued, Mitsuya spun the girl around, putting distance between their bodies. His elbows rested carefully on her shoulders, and their foreheads touched. Even though disappointed to be deprived of the earlier feeling she enjoyed so much, Kaara smiled and accepted the new type of interaction.
“I like you,” Mitsuya whispered.
“How much do you like me?” The girl teased, tracing her hands along the opened zipper of Mitsuya’s jacket.
“You either like someone or you don’t, I’m not sure how to answer that question.”
“Bullshit. Come on, do you like me or do you like me-like me?” She pushed, rubbing her nose under his chin.
With a muffled laugh, the boy pulled away from her, spun her again and caught her right back in his arms, right when the beat sped up and they split up.
“You’d better pass that cash to me,” Draken fake coughed.
Both Mikey and Baji rolled their eyes in annoyance, but they refrained from commenting anything because their friend was making his way back to the couch.
“Don’t tell me you have a thing against foreigners,” Baji scolded Mitsuya playfully.
“On the contrary, she was pretty nice,” he admitted, reaching for his drink.
“What did you talk about?” Mikey asked.
“We exchanged names and I told her I liked her,” he replied casually.
“You did? What did she say?”
“She asked me how much.”
“And?” All three boys asked in sync.
“And what? I just like her,” he shrugged.
“You like her like you’d dance again,” Draken started.
“Or you’d fuck her?” Baji finished.
“What the hell? I didn’t think about that, no. I mean, there was some sexual tension, but t’was just dancing.”
“What if she proposed it?” Mikey asked, surprising all three of them.
“Proposed what?”
“To go somewhere else and fuck.”
Mitsuya’s head tilted to the side. He watched Mikey casually spinning the whiskey in his glass, reclined on the couch, with an interested look on his face. Mitsuya licked his teeth, then glanced at the girl from the other table. He recalled the sparkle in her eyes from earlier, her giggle when she teased him, as well as the warmth of her body transferring to him as if they were alone on the dance floor. He looked back at Mikey and sunk in his chair.
"I would."
The next round the boys got up to dance, Mitsuya looked around for the girl. He feared his earlier subtle rejection would keep her at distance, but he tried not to show it too much. Unfortunately, his eyes kept searching for her, but she wasn't on the dance floor, nor at her table, nor his, so he consoled himself with the idea that he at least had her smile imprinted in his mind.
"It surprises me you didn't come to invite me," Kaara talked behind him, as he wrapped her arms around his middle.
Baji, the one closest to Mitsuya, winked at him, then made room in their dancing area for the new person.
"You keep finding your way back to my friend, I see," Baji teased the girl.
"Have you looked at him? How could I not?" She admitted giggling.
Since they weren't there to hook up, Draken and Mikey went back to the couch when the DJ switched to the slow song. Baji remained, but thanks to a girl nearby that caught his eye, he allowed the two some intimacy.
"So, have you decided how much you like me?" Kaara asked in a whisper, tilting her head back and brushing her cheek to Mitsuya's.
This time, a little bolder and with a clearer vision in his head, Mitsuya placed his palms on the girl's waist, slid them up and down with the song's rhythm and even pulled her closer.
"I did. But first, how much do you like me?"
"Uno reverse, I see. Well," she started, turning her voice to a more sensual note, "I'd take you home, Takashi."
His name in her accent was adorable and Mitsuya chuckled. Even more, he found the way she replied interesting, a connotation clearly introduced with the purpose to prolong the dialogue.
"Take me home to meet your parents, or…?"
Kaara smiled and bit her bottom lip when Mitsuya pushed up against her discreetly.
"That too, if you liked."
Caught in her charms, Mitsuya pecked her cheek, then lowered his face to her neck, kissing until he nibbled. The girl responded to the playful behaviour by tangling her fingers in his short hair. By the final accords of the song, she turned around to face him and got even herself surprised with how natural it felt to kiss that boy she had just met.
"I checked in at a hotel downtown. Would you like to spend the night with me, Takashi?"
The boy wondered whether all the foreign girls were that bold and outgoing, but in fact he only cared about one.
"Let me wish the birthday boy again first."
Mitsuya stole another gentle kiss before he headed for the table. Without a tint of hesitation, Kaara followed him and smiled at the other boys who checked her out while Mitsuya grabbed his coat and beanie. After they left the club, Kaara cuddled herself to Mitsuya's side to shield from the cold.
"I think they put a bet on you, or me, not sure."
"For real?" He asked, draping an arm across her body.
"Yeah, it seemed the short blond one with the cold look in his eyes betted you'd leave with me."
"Oh, Mikey. I see. Was the tall blond one displeased?"
"He was laughing."
"Ok, ok, it doesn't matter, though. Bet or no bet, I'm the one who won anyway."
"You corny bastard," she giggled and pinched his side, making Mitsuya laugh.
The hotel room wasn't one of the big, expensive ones, but it was clean, comfy and nicely decorated for Christmas. The only luggage in sight let Mitsuya know the girl was merely on a trip to Japan.
"Take a seat, please, I'll be back in a minute," Kaara invited as she made her way to the bathroom.
Mistuya sat on the bottom edge of bed and waited. He reached for the remote to turn on the TV, and in that brief moment, he took his eyes off the bathroom door in front of him. Right then, Kaara returned to the room, in way less clothes. Even though he was well aware of the reason she invited him over, it became clearer when she closed the distance between them in a catwalk.
"Looking pretty good," he cooed, spreading his arms and legs apart for her to come in between.
"D'you like what you see?'"
The slow nod of his head and the smirk on his lips were enough of a confirmation, so Kaara straddled him right away. The boy's hands found their place on her sides just like in the club, but instead of the lips, his mouth reached for her neck.
"Oh," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I just realised I kissed you earlier without asking for your consent."
"I thought it was obvious that I wanted to kiss you as well."
A giggle and a shiver caught Kaara by surprise when Mitsuya talked right under her ear. She sought his mouth to kiss, and moaned as soon as she felt his tongue, warm and wet, eager to feel more of her. The hands wandered the bodies, wherever they could reach, chests rubbed against one another until they hated the clothes in between. Led on by the way she humped him, by the way she melted under his every touch—feathery or heavy—by the way she clung to him, Mitsuya reached to remove his shirt.
"Do you have any condoms?" The boy asked while Kaara traced her fingers down his chest and abs.
"I do, of course. How much do you like this lingerie?" She couldn't help but tease, playing with the straps of her bra. "Enough to rip them off?"
"Enough to keep it on while I fuck you."
As if his voice alone did not have enough power over her, the words he just spoke sent Kaara to high heavens. She pulled away from him, slow and steady, lower and lower until her elbows met his knees and her knees the floor.
"Am I in for a treat?" Mitsuya asked, leaning back on his palms and admiring the beauty between his thighs.
"Maybe. If you're ok with me doing it over the condom."
Mitsuya's brows raised a bit but since it didn't really bother him, he cheered her on. The sight was one to remember: her long hair overflowing from her shoulders, swaying side to side as she rid Mitsuya of his clothes; the sly smile on her lips as she rolled the latex on; the low reverb of her throat when she started sucking him off.
Each time she took his dick deep, Mitsuya's brows joined and he wrinkled the sheets in his palms. Not long into the game, the boy seized the opportunity when Kaara stopped bobbing her head for a breath and he lifted her by the chin.
"Enough of this, stand up," he demanded, rubbing a thumb on her cheek.
As soon as the soles of her feet met the floor, Mitsuya spun her around. His hands grabbed at her waist and his nose was quick to brush against her middle back. Kaara giggled at the soft gesture and reached a hand behind her to ruffle his hair.
"You got a fetish?"
"No, I just like how your skin smells and I also want to repay you," Mitsuya talked against the girl's spine, making her whole body shiver.
His palms moved up her sides, lifting the flimsy top covering her breasts, then down again on the curve of her ass; he laid soft kisses on her middle back; hooked two fingers on the string of her panties and pulled at it teasingly. To respond to his silent request, Kaara spread her legs apart a bit, allowing his hand to slip in between. With a smirk plastered on his lips, Mitsuya pushed his fingers on the lowest part of her panties, forcing the material between the folds. Kaara squirmed when he found that sensitive spot, and grabbed onto his other hand for support.
Mitsuya continued to peck the upper part of her bum as he aggressed the little nub in the sweetest way. Hearing the girl's whimpers and seeing her nails dig in the skin of his forearm, Mitsuya knew she was close, so it was time to step up the game. He moved the panties aside to trace his fingers up and down her slit, then pulled them all the way down to the floor. By the time he returned his hands to her thighs, Kaara had already turned on her heels and straddled him again.
"Oh, you wanna lead?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her body, to hold her above his twitching dick.
She nodded her head on her way to kiss his lips, and pushed Mitsuya with his back on the bed. In a slow movement, she straightened herself and sat down, taking his cock inside. He wasn't too big, in any way, but it touched the right spots in the right way, so Kaara smiled when she reached the base. Mitsuya's head was thrown back yet his palms still held on her thighs. The lubricant from the condom mixed with the juice pouring from her pussy—gratitude to Mitsuya's skilful fingering—and the sounds produced brought a little bit of filth to the otherwise vanilla scene.
She rode him for a while, slow and steady, pushing her ass back as much as possible, to have his dick straight and hard; her palms travelled his body, then her own, played with her nipples to tempt him to do the same; and when she bent over him to kiss his lips, Mitsuya caged her.
"I can tell you like this, but I'll go insane if I don't go a little rougher," he whispered in her mouth.
"I was wondering for how long you could take it," she teased. "In fact, I want you to fuck my brains out, Takashi."
"That can be arranged," he replied with an innocent smile, then rolled them over on the bed.
Having that hot foreign boy between her legs, hovering over her breasts and eager to play with her some more raised Kaara's libido to the roof. She aligned his dick in its place by herself and pushed up, asking for more. Her desperation was funny to Mitsuya, but it also made him feel good, so he bottomed out slowly, assuming a position comfortable for both of them.
It was like the earlier rhythm had been erased from their minds. Mitsuya did not joke about going rougher and Kaara didn't seem to have enough of it. He pushed fast and hard, held onto her hip bones for dear life, made her legs wiggle in the air. Gasping for air and signing his arms with her fingernails, Kaara squeezed around his dick as if addicted. At his own end of the line, Mitsuya had grown obsessed with the feeling of her core. He manhandled her into different positions, from holding her legs on his shoulder, to forcing her into a mating press, to laying behind her and ramming into her pussy with a hand around her throat. He was careful to test the waters before trying things out, but the sweet little girl gladly received everything he gave her.
Close to cumming, Mitsuya increased his speed. He became sloppy and kept huffing in her ear, which prevented him from hearing her. When Kaara's hand came between their bodies to push him away, Mitsuya halted.
"Are you ok? You want me to slow down?"
"I can't sit like this if you go this hard, Takashi," she explained. "It kinda hurts."
"Then sit however you feel best, I'm close and I don't want to pull out."
In a swift move, Kaara sat up and faced the sheets. She pushed her cheek into the closest pillow and popped her ass up in the air.
"Uuh, hot. But are you sure this won't hurt you?" He asked, sliding his palms on her asscheeks, parting them just slightly, for the view.
"Very sure. Give me your best. Or your worst," she corrected, chuckling.
There was no time to fool around anymore. His balls were heavy and his dick was twitching in anticipation of stuffing that pussy full. With a gentle stroke of two fingers, Mitsuya collected some of the juice pouring from her pussy and smeared it on the tip of his dick, to make sure the condom wasn't dry and he'll sink in nicely. They both groaned once reconnected and Mitsuya couldn't hold back a cuss now that he reached so deep inside her. It was as warm, soft and welcoming as before, but that position gave him so much more control over his thrusts. Mitsuya didn't hold back a second from doing what he had been asked to do. When the last drop of his cum fell into the condom, Mitsuya loosened the hold on her waist. Kaara was long out of breath after moaning his name on and on before he finished, but when he pulled out and kissed one of her ass cheeks, her breath hitched. They both dropped on the bed for a few seconds, with Mitsuya's arm extended towards Kaara's body.
"You ok, pretty?" He asked, calming his breathing.
"Yeah, I'm good," she answered in an equally tired voice. "Do you want to sleep here, Takashi? I'm a big fan of aftercare."
"If you want me to, I could, yes."
Moments later, when she returned from the shower, Kaara found Mitsuya dozing off on the bed. The blur of the Christmas tree lights cleared from his eyes when he felt her snuggling to his chest. He threw the blanket over her body as well and cupped the back of her head in his palm.
“Will I see you again?”
“You’ll see me in the morning,” Mitsuya answered in a low tone.
“And after that?”
“It depends how long your trip is.”
“Three more days,” Kaara continued, a bothersome knot forming in her guts.
If the boy would be free the next following days, maybe they could hang out some more, but after the week ended, she would probably never see him again. Even if they exchanged numbers or social media, facetimed or planned to meet, living in such different worlds wouldn’t facilitate a relationship. Mitsuya was going to think about all that as well, but in the morning. He preferred to enjoy the present moment while it lasted.
Heavy snow fell outside and the silence of the night lured the two young people to sleep. Surprisingly safe in the arms of a boy she just met, Kaara drifted off to dreamland wondering if her company could obtain her a permit to live and work in Japan.
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personal note: please be VERY CAREFUL when hooking up with people in clubs or anywhere else. you never know someone's true intentions. even if they prove trustworthy, USE CONDOMS, think about all the STDs. + be careful with what you drink.
So im going to update my commission sheet to the following:
Fics range 1k —10$ and 2.5k — 15$
The payment remains as usual via paypal invoice (i will need an email for that, also the email where you will get the pdf)
Please check my commission sheet for rules and details about what i do and do not write. Feel free to contact me via tumblr (any of my accounts listed in my pinned post) or discord at Biscuit#5848
Author: Biscuit (@half-baked-biscuit on Tumblr)
Warning: Paid commission. DO NOT COPY OR REPOST! on any website.
Disclaimer: non-pandemic AU; winter setting; fluff; a pinch of spice to make everything nice; swearing;
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Pair: Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna x Black!Fem!Reader
Word count: 3.9k
@fullycakedup-brownie baby, I was cleaning my masterlists and realised that this commission I did for you had the link to when you posted it, but I don't think it's ok to have a link to another blog, just in case someone jumps at me with "that's not your post", which is in fact mine.
The alarm did not go off at 7 am since it was Saturday, yet your eyes have been wide open for about one hour. The sun rays brought light on the ashy winter sky and you lazily shifted in your bed to check the time. How is it only 7:47 while I feel I’ve been laying here forever? You asked yourself in a deep sigh before you threw away the blanket and sat up on the edge of the bed. A life-saving decision you had taken the night before when you braided your hair, for not a single molecule in your body was able to deal with those shoulder-length thick curls after you wasted your night staring at the ceiling. Your body has developed a habit to wake up around 1 am for no particular reason and have you losing your mind over it. Usually, you managed to fall back asleep quickly, but that night between Friday and Saturday you just couldn’t. No one was online on any social media platform, you knew it would take you more time than available to pick one of the thirty million shows that you wanted to catch up on and you didn’t want to fuck up your night completely, so you forced yourself back into slumber. But now it was morning, your eyes tired and your body heavy.
With your mind set on still having a wonderful free weekend, you rummaged through the cabinets in the lovely apartment you had been thrilled to finally afford, in a futile attempt to grab a bite. You breathed deeply while counting down from ten after finding exactly half of a package of Lemonheads and some leftover seafood on a plate in the fridge. The initial plan was abandoned with the calamari as you headed for the bathroom, knowing for a fact that a nice scrubbing session during a dangerously hot shower will whoosh away all the fatigue and annoyance.
Fresh smell, moisturized gleaming skin, proud dark-brown eyes staring at you from the mirror made you put on a cheeky smile and leave the bathroom barefoot. One step into your bedroom and your stomach almost shouted at you. Ah, I do gotta eat something. McDonald’s it is, then. You were quick to agree to yourself and also to get dressed and leave the house. It has been snowing for a few days so the pavements were covered in a dense layer of white wonder, which made you decide to walk to the breakfast provider, instead of driving there. It wasn’t that far and you also loved the city landscapes.
The neon-yellow combat boots contrasted considerably with the red coat and drew the attention of the entire crowd inside McDonald’s, including one specific young man that was sitting alone at a table in the back. He watched your silhouette walk by a group of boys that didn’t even try to mask their reaction to your looks as you headed to the line to place your order.
“Even I know that it’s not nice to stare,” Sukuna talked all of a sudden, startling poor Itadori and causing him to sink his head deeper in the hood.
“Shut up, someone could hear you,” the boy whispered, looking down on his tray to avoid being heard by other customers.
“Is that the girl you’ve been going on about lately?”
“What girl? There’s no girl. What girl?” Yuuji panicked a bit, the heart racing in his chest letting Sukuna know he was right. Again.
“It’s not that hard. Just go there, what the fuck are you so scared about?” The otherwise thoughtless demon cared to push his host up on his feet.
Swallowing his anxiety along with the gallon of saliva in his mouth, Yuuji left his table, threw the sandwich’s wrapping paper in the trash bin when he passed by and stalled in your proximity on his way out. He just wanted to see you better than he could do it on the high school corridors in the lunch break, but blame it on the coincidence theory, that was the exact moment some Lemonheads slipped from the pocket of your black cargo pants when you pulled out your phone. That was a chance he was not willing to sacrifice. He dropped in a squat, picked the wrapped candies and smiled at you.
“I think you dropped these.”
You turned your head in the direction of the familiar voice only to find the cheerfully grinning pink-haired boy that you could’ve sworn you would fight anyone for.
“Hi. Oh, yes, thanks,” you replied in a pretty much measured tone and grabbed the candies from his palm.
“I’m Yuuji, by the way.” The shot was fired and his blood started boiling under the tension of his mind analyzing all the possible ways you could’ve answered to him. You could’ve laughed, whooshed him away, cringed at his boldness, pulled away or even cut his words. But he did not expect you to shake his hand, with a big smile plastered on your face.
“Alex here. Hi. Do you wann–” the number of your order appeared on the big screen and you paused your question, “be right back at ya,” you smiled at Yuuji and went to the lady waiting with your bag.
As soon as your eyes got away from his face, Itadori let out a brief silent sigh and filled his hoodie pocket with his fists. This is good. I can do this. What if I ask her out? He was deep in thoughts when a lady shook his shoulder. “Young man, are you ordering, or just blocking the line?” The “I’m tired of you teenagers’ attitude” look on her face disturbed Yuuji and he left the spot, joining you at the front desk.
“Wasn’t you supposed to tell me you were out of the pancake meal? Why did you take my money then?” You tried really hard to hold back some yelling, but a vein on your forehead was definitely popping out.
“What’s the matter?” The boy asked, stopping next to you.
Pure sarcasm on your face when you looked from the staff girl to Yuuji. “I shall be starving to death today.”
“Miss, we can give you something else for the same amount. My colleagues weren’t awa–“
“Just give her a refund. We’ll be fine,” Yuuji stepped in and had both you and the other girl confused.
She gave your money back a bit half-hearted, and truth be told, you were feeling like that too, not only because you were hungry, but man, you loved the pancakes and the bacon and the eggs.
“Where are we going?” You asked, following Itadori out the restaurant after he motioned you to do so.
“I always wanted to try this food, instead of the usual fast-food.”
You had no idea what he was talking about, nor where he was leading you, but your guts weren’t agitated. There was something about that boy that screamed “safety” in your ears. The trip to the unknown food place he was taking you was short and you didn’t really get the time to make any small talk. Yuuji turned his body to face you, suddenly spreading and lifting his arm high up, a cheeky grin on his face when he exclaimed, “I present you ‘Gyros’, my new obsession.”
The fact that no word came out of your mouth as you stood in front of him, with your eyes blinking quickly, wiped Yuuji’s smile away. His confidence took a hike when his hands dropped from the air, where they were pointing at the ‘Gyros’ sign. “Should we just go back to McDonald’s?” He asked, rubbing the back of his head and frowning bashfully, not only because your glare fixed him, but also because Sukuna was laughing powerfully inside his mind.
“You. You have no idea where you just brought me,” your voice sounded more serious than you intended, so you giggled on purpose to loosen the tension because Yuuji looked like he was about to pass out from embarrassment. “Boy, relax. I was kidding–“ you barely held back a laugh, “this is not my first ride with Gyros,” you finished and rested your palm on his shoulder. The pressure in his chest got released once he realized your playful attitude and he redirected his attention to placing an order he was about to pay for entirely.
Food hits differently at the standing tables and so do conversations. There you were, eating one of your favourite foods, chatting with your newest pal and enjoying the view of the tall city buildings that surrounded you. Once he found comfort in your presence, Yuuji opened up and he appeared even cuter to you than he did before. His eyes would gleam when you found his stupid jokes funny and his loud laughter would join yours when you gossiped like two best friends. The cutest thing about Itadori that you found yourself adoring was that he closed his eyes every time he bit on the gyros. You allowed a discreet smile to form on your lips as you admired him and he wasn’t aware of it. No matter how big of a portion you would’ve bought, it couldn’t take you an eternity to finish up your plate. You actually finished yours sooner than the boy, to steal a few more seconds of watching him perform such an automatic and usual activity as eating because he looked so precious doing it.
“Here, help me up,” Yuuji’s voice pulled you out of your daydreaming just as swiftly as the fry that he pushed into your gaping mouth. You chomped on it instantly and caused Yuuji to laugh at your confused face. “Listen, are you busy today? I was wondering if we could wal–“
“Yes, let’s go,” you answered almost instantly, chugging the rest of the Sprite in the paper cup and grinning back at Yuuji who was once again flustered.
The boy’s face flushed red and he smiled at you right before wiping his lips with a napkin and gathering all the food wrapping. “Where do you want to go?” You asked, watching him have a brain glitch for having to wipe his hands on his pants because he has thrown away all the tissues.
“I was thinking of arcade games, but we don’t have to if you don’t want to, I mean…” Yuuji suggested in a low voice causing Sukuna to roll his eyes aggressively. You are even dumber than I thought, brat. The poor boy shook his head to get rid of the voice and by doing that he missed your reply.
“Hey, did you hear what I said?” You shouted, thinking that he didn’t hear you because of all those car horns on the street.
“Yeah, no, sure. Of course, we can do that instead.”
“Bruh, you’re damaged!” You shouted again and started laughing. “I said I will destroy you in the arcade,” you continued, still full-on laughing, the slight touch of your hand on his arm sending him your cheerful vibes.
“If you say so, let’s test it.” Yuuji caught some courage and sped up the pace. “Can you run in those?” He pointed at your boots and chuckled when you threw him a very offended look.
“Excuse you, I can beat you to it!” You accepted the challenge and sprinted away from Yuuji. His light-brown eyes widened in surprise and he started running.
No, you did not win the race. He was already inside RedLine VR when you managed to arrive at the doorstep, barely catching your breath. “I–… I need– … whoa… where did you get that stamina from?” The mock-neck long-sleeved top was practically suffocating you.
“I don’t know. Guess I’m gifted.” Again rubbing the back of his head bashfully, that boy could not be cuter. Or so you thought.
He led you inside the place and even helped you take your coat off as you cracked your knuckles in preparation for beating Yuuji’s ass up in video games. The coloured light from the video game’s display reflected in your gold hoop earrings as much as they reflected in your wide-open gleaming eyes. His eyes spent more time taking in the shape of your face and the colour of your skin more than they did on the actual screen. You unknowingly made him bite his bottom lip when you let out a different type of chuckle. You wanted it to sound devilish, but it didn’t come out quite like that.
Imagine her moaning with that voice, Sukuna busted in Yuuji’s mind, his own rather full of your image, and caused a deep blush on the kid’s face. It was annoying how much affect you had on Yuuji, and he tried to not look at you like that anymore.
Itadori was good at sports, not games, and you won countless rounds leisurely. Each time you shouted your victory, you clapped your hands in delight and made a funny face to Yuuji. He faked slight envy at first, his pathetic whines giving Sukuna a real headache, but eventually, your general happy state made the boy smile. If somebody observed him, they would’ve figured it out in one second that you completely entranced him. As funny as it was to see him struggling to fight you for the first place in the game, you grew bored of the arcade and suggested you went somewhere else.
“Do you want to go to a park?” Yuuji asked, his mind quickly mapping the area for the closest park.
Too many people around, huh? An evil chuckle hit the corners of the poor boy’s head and he tried to keep his secret hidden furthermore.
“A park sounds good, Yuuji. Can I call you Yuuji?” Only after you said it out loud, you remembered about the Japanese courtesy and, feeling a bit weird, you made yourself busy with putting your coat back on.
“Yeah, sure, you can call me Yu–,“ “Daddy,” his voice was cut off by Sukuna’s who whispered loudly enough for the teens around you two to hear.
“YUUJI!” He tried to mask the demon’s voice and covered the mouth on his cheek instantly. “You can call me Yuuji.” He swallowed hard and then smiled as if nothing happened.
“You’re weird, but cutely,” you said with a cheeky smile as you made your way out the room.
He followed soon after scolding his so-called co-inhabitant and walked by your side, between you and the busy road. You took your time walking to Winnemac Park since it would’ve been too much of a bother to take the bus for only one short station. Once inside the park, you felt like the world around you changed: there was undisturbed snow everywhere, Sun was slowly going down and it was silent. Your romantic side emerged and you hung your hand on Yuuji’s forearm. Your affection was electrifying, and even if he didn’t see it coming and hadn’t prepared for it, the boy accepted it gladly by sticking his hand in the hoodie big front pocket, to help your hand rest better on his arm. Fifteen minutes of walking through town have been filled with school gossip, laughing and “get-to-know-you-better” stuff, but as the cold settled down, you both became quieter.
“Hey, look.” You left Yuuji’s side by a couple of steps and you squatted down to grab something from the pavement.
“Wha–“ Boy didn’t stand a chance against your mischievous snowball attack. “Oh, you did not!” He laughed and leaned to the side to gather some snow for his part of the game.
The war was set into motion. Yuuji found it admirable that you managed to dodge many of his shots even while you almost choked on your own laughter. He loved to see you smiling and having a good time, especially because it was due to his actions. For a second, he got lost again in your smile and the snowball that you threw hit him right in the face. The hand he held a snowball in was frozen above his head, as he had prepared to throw it at you before falling in trance. He had no reaction whatsoever and it worried you a hell lot.
“I’m so sorry, Yuuji, are you ok?” You rushed closer to him and wiped the snow off his face with gentle and burning hands.
When his eyes opened, you hated yourself for falling into that old trap. His arms circled you abruptly and he intended to make you fall in the snow, but you proved more agile than he thought and you escaped. Your freedom didn’t last long, though, for he tackled you. Only, he didn’t see that you have reached the margin of the sidewalk and you would’ve fallen on your ass if it wasn’t for his strong grip. He looked astonishing towering like that over you, and not only the situation was somewhat hot, but you also hated to see him win the fight. One of your legs jerked fast and cut Yuuji’s balance, making him fall over you in the snow. Light-brown eyes met dark-brown ones and the imminent sparkle tied your insides in a tight knot. His face was so close to yours that it had you imagine what would happen if you kissed him right then and there. Yet, none of you two moved a muscle, except for the throat muscles who kept gulping timidly.
Alex and Yuuji are in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g! Sukuna’s words echoed in Itadori’s mind and they added to the closeness between your face and his, making him blush deeply. He stood up slowly and helped you on your feet too. Again silence as each of you cleaned the snow off of yourselves, avoiding the awkward moment.
“So, what now? I’m not cold anymore.” You snapped out of it and gave your best to look as normal as before in front of him, even if your stomach had a watermelon-sized hole inside.
“It’s getting late and I don’t really know the city that well at night. You want me to walk you to a bus station or something?” He asked, barely holding his composure in front of you while Sukuna yelled in his mind nonsense like You’re a chicken. A loser. Fucking lame-ass, stupid motherfucker. You could’ve kissed her. You should’ve kissed her! I should’ve taken over the control and kissed her right there!
“Sure. I don’t live far from here actually, you can walk me home if you want,” you suggested, hoping that he won’t interpret it the wrong way.
The weather became surprisingly harsh after sundown and your little coat didn’t do much in protecting you. Instinctively, you neared Itadori more, lured by the warmth his body radiated. As you balanced your gravity centre from one leg to the other, constantly moving your hands to try to keep them from freezing, your hand brushed against Itadori’s, which was hanging loosely by his body. He definitely felt it because you saw his jaw clenching, but he didn’t bring it up. So you did it again.
Oh, man, she’s got balls bigger than you, Sukuna mocked his host and then proceeded to laugh. You’re not gonna do anything about it?
Your ring and middle finger brushed the side of Yuuji’s hand softly as you two continued walking. When his pinkie interlocked with yours, you were no longer cold. The hole in your stomach filled with butterflies and you could feel your heart pounding against your chest. You hated yourself for being that flustered and weak, but from the way his other fingers circled your hand, you knew the feelings would only get more intense. The dark fell rather quickly and you found yourself squeezing Yuuji’s hand, to which he chuckled.
“Are you afraid of darkness?” He asked in a low tone, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.
“L-lol, no,” you stuttered a bit but smiled as you looked up to Yuuji, who was just teasing you with a gentle look in his eyes.
The way back home is always shorter and you reached the front door of the building you lived in with a lump in your throat. It was time to let go of his hand and maybe, who knew, let go of that moment too. You didn’t know much about Yuuji other than he was a foreign exchange student, who came for who knows how much time in Chicago, he liked Gyros as much as you and he had a lot of running stamina.
“Well, this is where I live, so… see you at school?” You asked sheepishly, slowly growing aware of the blush on Itadori’s face that was now visible because of the street light close-by.
Do it, brat. Do it now. Don’t be a pussy.
“Listen, Alex… Today has been a very nice day and I’m glad you dropped your candies.”
You scoffed at his hilarious confession and attempted to pull your hand away from his, but just as before, in the park when he caught you, Yuuji’s grip remained firm. “No, let me hold it a bit more,” he whispered, taking a step closer to you.
JUST DO IT ALREADY! You’ll thank me later. Sukuna could hear all of Yuuji’s thoughts and feel the desperate hollow in the boy’s chest. He couldn’t take Yuuji’s reticence anymore. Black marks began appearing on Yuuji’s cheekbones and chin and as soon as he sensed his conscience being ripped from him, the boy shouted. “Ok, ok, I’ll do it!”
“Uhm, I didn’t ask you anything… What’s wrong?” You squeezed his hand once more as you tried to understand what was just about to happen to his face and why he screamed like that.
“Ignore that. It–it’s a long story and I’d rather not tell it now,” Itadori released your hand and stared at you dead in the eye. “How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?”
Your face caught fire. Your ears were burning and your stomach was doing front flips. You barely got to whisper anything before Yuuji’s palms grabbed your cheeks and he slammed his lips on yours. They were soft and warm and he kissed you so slowly that it had you melting in his arms. Your own lips parted to welcome him just as hungrily as your hands tugged at his hoodie to keep him close. He pulled back, eventually, and you smiled at each other in the surprise of what just happened. His forehead leaned on yours and the way you burst into laughter made Yuuji laugh too.
“I hope I didn’t ruin today…” he whispered, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, but not parting from your figure yet.
“I can’t wait to see you again, boy,” you cooed, stealing another peck from him before you turned to enter the building.
You barely walked up the stairs with a grin splattered on your face and increased heart rate and once you entered your apartment, you slid down your door and laughed alone for a couple of minutes. That just happened and you were there and he was there and what’s gonna happen now? In the same way, Yuuji called himself an Uber and got inside with palms sweating and a happy frown on his face.
“Finally taking my advice. She was too cute to waste, man. If you didn’t take the chance, I would’ve.”
I have to admit that I was 100% insecure back when I first started to do commissions – hell, I was unsure even with my usual fanfic posted here. But then people started trusting me??? And now, I get messages like this when I'm in a break from commissions:
And I'm like 💓💞💕💘💌💖💝💗💘💕💗💕💓💞💗💝💞💖💕💗💞💓💘💞💖💞💝💓💞💓
Thank you all so much! All of you out there who ever commissioned me! I will not tag you but you know who you are!
There are people who only did it once and I love you for even doing that! There are people who did it twice, three times, hell there's one human who commissioned me 5 times and said will do it again. My heart could not be fuller. I love you all and I thank you a lot!
Not only you helped me by doing that, but I feel I evolved as a writer and as a person by meeting you and writing for you! I had the opportunity to write so many different characters and ideas, I learned how to make a solid structure for a fic and how to ask the right things in order to match all of the commissioner's desires, be it sfw or not.
Again, thank you all! For trusting me and my writing, for waiting the needed time, for being here. I hope I will continue to evolve, to upgrade my writing skills and my professionalism and to always remain in your mind, even just for one single sentence I put in your fic that changed your life.
I don't usually do this sort of "update" thingy, but today I feel so nice that Imma do it.
I recently got 3 commission asks and I already delivered one, started on the second one and waiting for the third one to complete the reader template.
I feel so seen! and appreciated! and I'm just sitting at my kitchen table, drinking tea and writing at 11pm on a Saturday! I don't remember the last time I did this!
Thank you to all of you three that you got me to writing! I always grow tired of my wips and I delay them a lot, but when I work on a commission I get so invested!!! and I just can't stop writing!
This will boost me to also finish some of the wips and collabs I joined!
Thank you, again! I really hope I will have the chance to please all 3 of you! (you know yourselves!)
